To do the bidding of the King of Kings;
Stirring men’s hearts to compass better things,
And teaching Brotherhood as that sweet source,
Which holdeth in itself all blessed springs;
And showeth how to guide its silver course,
When it shall flood the world with deep exulting force.
Mrs. Norton.
A brother’s grave oft leads the soul
Up to a brother’s joys;
Joys which ne’er yield to time’s controul,