  BY PHEBE A. HOLDER. The age is trembling with the steps Of an advancing God, Our pulses feel the thrill and beat With sympathetic chord. The everlasting doors of Truth Stand open to our sight, Along the shining way she leads We walk in purest light. Her precious words inspire the soul, Touch every hidden key, Sweep every chord with subtle power, And wondrous sympathy. A large, rich soul can always give, Scatter its wealth around, And like the sun that lights the world, No poorer shall be found. To meet the morning we go forth Leaving behind the night, And face the full, clear blaze that glows With pure electric light. Press on while deeper meanings come Into the wondrous years, And brighter with God’s changeless love Immortal life appears. “Press on to reach the things before” Our watchword still shall be, Until is sown the golden crown Of immortality. |
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