Poems (Vadlan)/Thou Noble Soul
THOU NOBLE SOUL
Thou, noble soul, which upward speeds its way.Be not drawn back by strings of earthly gain.—But ever onward in thy gladsome layRemember sweetest ends bring deepest pain.
Thou noble soul, whose day is now, but, dawning,Let not an evil cloud obscure thy morn—But, in the waking hours of fairest morning:With silver chimes, the Holy word adorn.
Thou. noble soul. who wills that nothing more,Of earthly treasure, shall avail or count,—But, only that which enters Heaven's doorShall he accepted as thy true account.
Thou, noble soul, whose life is consecrated,To be a source of help and comfort here,—Let not the passing moments tho elated,Buy thee from opportunities so dear.
Thou, noble soul, whose love soars forth unboundedTo meet the love-light of thy Saviour's face,—Let not the joy which is already foundedBe reflected by the lack of thankless grace.
But ever in the struggle with the TempterWho would thy soul in ecstasy reclaim.—Step up a little nearer to thy MasterHis peace and life eternal ever gain