We may not improve
On what he has shown us,
But forward must move
Or he will disown us.
The higher we stand
For prizes contending,
The more rigid demand
For delicate blending.
THINGS DONE.
Thing’s done,
Behind us are cast,
Find one
To no purpose made fast.
What we cannot undo
May occasion regret;
Traitor or true
We never forget.
Things done
Belong to the past,
Out run
By a momentum vast.
It is well to recall
The importance of each,
Knowing they all
Had lessons to teach.
Things done
Are easily classed,
May none
Ever hold us aghast.
Let us blessings impart
As upward we press;
Where beats the heart
A foe to success?
THE WORD.
A lamp unto my feet
Illuming life’s dull way,
Though sternest tempests beat
A lamp unto my feet,
It makes my joy complete
As sunbeams crown the day:—
A lamp unto my feet
Illuming life’s dull way.