  When icy blasts blow fierce and wild, Cutting the face like steel, And summer's heart is trodden down 'Neath winter's iron heel, It's all a part of Nature's plan, So stay and play the game; Next Spring will bring the violets, And roses just the same. When Pharaoh's lean ill-favored kine Have grazed the pastures brown. And, on a parched and starving world The brazen sun glares down; Though Canaan's forests, fields and farms, Are scorched, as with a flame, There's food in Joseph's granaries In Egypt just the same. When Pharaoh makes the task more hard For overburdened hands, And stubble fields refuse the straw His tale of bricks demands; What matter if our little lives Go out in fear and shame? The waters of the mighty Nile Flow onward just the same. When, at the front, to bar the way, The Red Sea waters stand, And Egypt's hosts are close behind, A fierce relentless band; Intent their firstborn to avenge, Their Hebrew slaves to claim: Look up, and see the pyramids, Firm standing, just the same. When human ghouls hell's lid uplift To plunder, burn and kill, And Truth seems driven from her throne, Say to your heart, "Be still!" Don't think that Freedom's day is done, And Honor but a name, For right still reigns and planets gleam In Heaven just the same. |
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