  ——— Think not, my friend, if right be crushed to-day, That violent wrong will ever hold the day; A noble cause aside the kings may toast, If it be right, Oh! no, ’tis never lost. Know ye, the stone the builders first refused, Was left alone, but at the top was used. God stopped and called the leper from the cross; He can not use the haughty and the proud; From out the stagnant pool He makes to grow The fragrant water lilies, white as snow. |
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