 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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A Reflection.
Thou canst not help the thousand things
That might be better done;
Corruption its black shadow flings
On all beneath the sun;
Nor thought nor word or deed can reach
The purity our yearnings preach.
That might be better done;
Corruption its black shadow flings
On all beneath the sun;
Nor thought nor word or deed can reach
The purity our yearnings preach.
Nothing is perfect; be content,—
Thank God it is no worse;
Creation pays a bitter rent
And sins beneath a curse;
Thank God for blessing still bestow'd
And grace to lift guilt's crushing load.
Thank God it is no worse;
Creation pays a bitter rent
And sins beneath a curse;
Thank God for blessing still bestow'd
And grace to lift guilt's crushing load.
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Thou canst not work thy nobler will
Unvex'd by sin and strife;
A mingled draught of good and ill
Is still the cup of life;
Take it and drink; for it is meet
Thy spirit quaff that bitter sweet.
Unvex'd by sin and strife;
A mingled draught of good and ill
Is still the cup of life;
Take it and drink; for it is meet
Thy spirit quaff that bitter sweet.
Detraction like a scorpion stands
To strike at men and things;
The spider with her hideous hands
Clings to the skirts of kings;
Be sure thy cot shall not escape
The poison of that dreaded shape.
To strike at men and things;
The spider with her hideous hands
Clings to the skirts of kings;
Be sure thy cot shall not escape
The poison of that dreaded shape.
Slander shall mar thy purest work,
And spot thy fairest robe;
The cancer-roots of evil lurk
Throughout the groaning globe;
The thing well-done might better be;
And there are thousand faults in thee.
And spot thy fairest robe;
The cancer-roots of evil lurk
Throughout the groaning globe;
The thing well-done might better be;
And there are thousand faults in thee.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |