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HOPES OF THE FUTURE.
We do not work our wonders with the sword,Dear Countrymen, nor claim aught on such plea—
With mothers, and with children on their knee,
With patient Thought, and Love, that can afford
To suffer, and, by suffering, record
His power to atchieve all victorie,
With these, and with whatever else may be
Gentlest, and with the power of the Word,
We work our wonders, which none can gainsay!
Unfailingly, as from the grass the flower,
The seed divine we scatter by the way,
Shall spring, and ripen in its destined hour—
Then shout, ye Nations, for the harvest-day
Is coming, and the Sun of Truth gains power!
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