Air Castles
We ever plan through crowding days, Through humdrum, born of duty's name,The morn shall bring the traveled ways, We ever plan, and to what aim?
We ever build our castles fair With time the doubly precious cost,And though they vanish into air, We little count love's labor lost.
Victory
To strive for truth, for faith and hope, To learn to scorn life's tinseled dross;To do each day a small deed well, To see the worth, not count the cost.
To greet with hope each new bright morn, To smile of cheer as we march on,To keep Christ's faith within our hearts, We shall be loved; a kingdom's won!
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