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AN EXHORTATION.
Keep thy spirit calm and pure,
How fierce soe'er the storm may rise;
Stand thou in the truth secure
'Mid surge of hate and spume of lies.
How fierce soe'er the storm may rise;
Stand thou in the truth secure
'Mid surge of hate and spume of lies.
The darker night, the brighter day!—
Though maniac curse and idiot sneer,
The clouds will roll themselves away,
And leave thy heaven serene and clear.
Though maniac curse and idiot sneer,
The clouds will roll themselves away,
And leave thy heaven serene and clear.
But, dark or clear, have thou no fear!
Hold on thy course with trustful eye!
Steer for the light in hell's despite,
Nor doubt that He thou serv'st is nigh!
Hold on thy course with trustful eye!
Steer for the light in hell's despite,
Nor doubt that He thou serv'st is nigh!
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