And blessing shall follow the gifts, though the power to give may be small.

Then time may toil on with its tumults, its troubles and tempests of tears;

The sweet, voiceless shadows shall hold us till striving and sorrow are past.

We shall wake full refreshed to the judgment, though we slumber for eons of years;

And the Lord shall shew us His glory, we shall be like to God at the last.


AMERICA

COLUMBUS came to thee and called thee new!

New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,