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There is a room serene and fair, / All palpitant with light and air; / Free from the dust, world's noise and fuss- / God's Tower-room in each of us.
Oh! many a stair our feet must press, / And climb from self to selflessness, / Before we reach that radiant room / Above the discord and the gloom.
So many, many stairs to climb, / But mount them gently-take your time; / Rise leisurely, nor strive to run- / Not so the mightiest feats are done.
Well doing of the little things: / Repression of the word that stings; / The tempest of the mind made still / By victory of the God-like will.
The hated task performed in love- / All these are stairs that wind above / The things that trouble and annoy, / Up to the Tower-room of joy.
Rise leisurely; the stairs once trod / Reveal the mountain peaks of God; / And from its upper room the soul / Sees all, in one united whole.