rose still calling my children, "Come home, come home."

The Victory of Love

Early in the morning—in the morning of life.

Resting while the flowers unfolding to soothe the burning day of strife.

Fleeting hands lingering nearer, pressing down the folds of my shade.

A heart of gold ye diamond light transparent, to my soul such love is made.[Pg 49]

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I must rise and be ascending, while the flowers are in full bloom.

Through the fields be swiftly passing, the fleeting hours of noon.

I shall gather while praising on the lyre, a few wreaths are strewn.

That I shall rest through the evening, for the night shall triumph soon.

I shall ascend beyond the evening, to a field of light that is shown.

With hearts like gold ye love transparent, before a great white throne.

There again it shall be morning, for he made that day of rest you see.

Calling those fleeting hands come hither; those that love, are loved by me.

A High Praise—by Thomas Alvin Edison, the Great Apostle

I abjure thee by the living God that the truth be found in thee.

For the soul of man also needs light, wandering through eternity.

The living God he reigns in all the earth and watches on man's ways.

He demands in him that we believe serving through our evil days.

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