THE CROSS AND CROWN.
Whate'er it be, that which thy hand
Findeth to do, do thou!
No grain will grow upon the land
That feels not first the plough.
A duty left undone thy loss
May be, the Master's frown:
For they who will not bear the cross
Can never wear the crown.
Findeth to do, do thou!
No grain will grow upon the land
That feels not first the plough.
A duty left undone thy loss
May be, the Master's frown:
For they who will not bear the cross
Can never wear the crown.
Press bravely forward, then! for He
Will bear thee safely through,
Who knelt in dark Gethsemane,
And drank the cup for you.
Faint not, whate'er thy earthly loss,
Nor lay thy burden down!
For only they who bear the cross
Shall ever wear the crown.
Will bear thee safely through,
Who knelt in dark Gethsemane,
And drank the cup for you.
Faint not, whate'er thy earthly loss,
Nor lay thy burden down!
For only they who bear the cross
Shall ever wear the crown.
TWILIGHT.
It is the hour for memory: softly stealing
Before our eyes come faded forms, once more;
The beautiful in thought and soul and feeling,
Made lovelier in the hallowed light of yore,
Before our eyes come faded forms, once more;
The beautiful in thought and soul and feeling,
Made lovelier in the hallowed light of yore,
