 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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The Sense of Right.
Calm in well-deserving,
Happy at the heart,
Duty does his part
Stedfast and unswerving.
Happy at the heart,
Duty does his part
Stedfast and unswerving.
How should it affect him
If some mocking-birds
Clamour at his words,
Or the world neglect him?
If some mocking-birds
Clamour at his words,
Or the world neglect him?
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Conscience is the treasure
Lock'd within his breast,—
What were all the rest
To that inner pleasure?
Lock'd within his breast,—
What were all the rest
To that inner pleasure?
Brother, sunk in sorrow,
Find thy balm within,
To-day a comfort win
Before the heavenly Morrow.
Find thy balm within,
To-day a comfort win
Before the heavenly Morrow.
Feed upon this blessing
Though thy path be rough,
Let it be enough
Such a grace possessing:
Though thy path be rough,
Let it be enough
Such a grace possessing:
And when wrongs come near thee
Crowding to the fight,
Let the Sense of Right
Make thee strong and cheer thee!
Crowding to the fight,
Let the Sense of Right
Make thee strong and cheer thee!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |