THE HUMAN SOUL.
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Thy work is holy, and thy aims are high,And high and holy thy reward shall be.O noble Art! keep heavenward thine eye;Thy work is noble, noble thy reward.O human soul! on Truth's bright holy shrineLay all thou art, and all thou hast to give.Truth's pow'rs shall be triumphant over all:Triumphant o'er those dark, contending pow'rs,Triumphant o'er the peril and the strife,And o'er the flames of Persecution's fires.The past, the present, call on thee to act.If well thy work is done, then far away,Beyond the uncongenial climes of earth,Beyond the wondrous heav'ns that o'er thee bend,A glorious future waiteth thee, O soul!And then thy spirit-pinions, plumed anew,Shall sweep with pow'rs sublime the sphere of thought;Thy Father's smile shall there thy sunlight be,Thy Saviour's love in blessing on thee rest;And angel friends around thee, happy soul,Shall gently clasp affection's golden links.Thou hadst thy past; thou hast thy present now;And thou shalt have thy future, human soul.
O past and present! ye are wondrous words:A world of meaning to our thoughts ye bring.Each life hath had its past; its present feels;Its future, yet untried, shall feel and know.
