And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow—
No night but hath its morn.
Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven—
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth—
Know this: God rules the host of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.
Have Love. Not love alone for one,
But man as man thy brother call;
And scatter like the circling sun