CHAPTER 129
CHAPTER CXXIX
CHAPTER 129Visible text2 paragraphs
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
That we may lift from out the dust
A voice as unto him that hears,
A cry above the conquer'd years
To one that with us works, and trust
A voice as unto him that hears,
A cry above the conquer'd years
To one that with us works, and trust
