To hope and live and succor from all harm

Those weaker ones who know not how to fend,

And cast a beam that lights their way ahead.

O RIVER BANK

I love to loiter by the old oak tree,

Where waters ripple over clean white stones,

And cresses, mint with feathered fern grown high.

In such a place the peaceful thoughts will come;

There is no hurry there where nature plays.

Soft gentle breezes wave the grass and sedge;

White fluffy clouds pass overhead and roll.

Now dreaming, I hear the cricket's gay song.

O river bank you charm me always so.

THERE WILL COME A DAY

There will come a day, sometime,

When a bright light will shine through

The clouds of darkness, sometime.

And the grass will grow anew;

Glad bells will ring at the dawn;

And at noon great horns will blow;

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