Up, servant of the cross !
Despise the mood
That droops beneath the loss
Of earthly good.
Thou art not one of those
With whom earth’s joys and woes
Are all in all.
Life cannot hold a pain,
Nor earth reveal a gain,
Nor Time itself contain
Aught that should bid immortal souls remain
Content with the world’s good, or bowed beneath its pall.
Dost thou a cloudy lot
In life inherit?
Doth some dark secret spot
Corrode thy spirit?
Rise from this passing earth,
This dawning of thy birth,
In faith sublime.
Survey Infinity
There with thy God shall be
Thine own eternity !
Go bathe thy Spirit in that boundless sea,
And in its promised bliss forgot the smart of Time.
(Edwin Exon)
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