Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Light is the symbol of truth.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
This child is not mine as the first was I cannot sing it to rest I cannot lift it up fatherly, And bless it upon my breast. Yet it lies in my little one's cradle, And sits in my little one's chair, And the light of the heaven she 's gone to Transfigures its golden hair.
Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories