He loves his God and loves his soul,
And knows that both love him;
He gladly yields to their control,
And with them keeps in trim.
Adversity’s dread winds may blow,
And carry off his wealth,
And fell disease its seeds may sow,
And undermine his health.
His fortune which is breakable,
His foes may rend apart,
They’ll find his soul impregnable,
And can not break his heart.
His soul approves each manly deed,
And cheers him in his race,
And in the time of greatest need,
Wreathes smiles upon his face.
His truest friends endorse his plan,
And admire for his worth,
God’s noblest work, the honest man,
As nothing else on earth.
BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
There’s many an elegant thing
In this beautiful world of ours,
It may be a bird on the wing,
Or a bed of beautiful flowers.
It may be a mountain, or hill,
Or beautiful valley of green,
And it may be a pond, or mill,
Adorning the beautiful scene.
There are many rivers that flow,
That are beautiful things to see,
And many dainty plants that grow,
And many a beautiful tree.