CHAPTER 131
CHAPTER CXXXI
CHAPTER 131Visible 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 of 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,
