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The Lord's elect, with gracious feet that glide
Down heaven's white stair of stars, and come and go
Soft as dove's wings, or feather-drift of snow,
Meet work for this man and for that provide:—
For him to tame the purple heart of pride
By wearing a world's crown, nor ever know;
This gives his life away for his life's foe;
This for the poor. Such grow next to God's side.
Down heaven's white stair of stars, and come and go
Soft as dove's wings, or feather-drift of snow,
Meet work for this man and for that provide:—
For him to tame the purple heart of pride
By wearing a world's crown, nor ever know;
This gives his life away for his life's foe;
This for the poor. Such grow next to God's side.
And they who fail,—who die with nothing won,—
Whose lives yield scantly for the pains they spend!—
These, whom the world deems profitless, undone,
So souls stand true, have honour in the end.
Failure is but the other face o' the sun,—
Just the success men cannot comprehend.
Whose lives yield scantly for the pains they spend!—
These, whom the world deems profitless, undone,
So souls stand true, have honour in the end.
Failure is but the other face o' the sun,—
Just the success men cannot comprehend.
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