O, solemn thought, who could but choose,

The righteous way divinely blest

Where kindness, smiles, and gentle deeds,

Live on forever, never rest;

For no man’s work dies with his life,

But in the long forgotten years,

Down through the ages still live on,

Perpetuating joy or tears.

An evil thought is born of man,

Conceived within a sordid mind,

The seed thus sown grows on and on,

We see despair, all crimes we find

Are lurking in the hearts of men,

Where justice, love and truth should be,

Thoughts influence for good or ill,

Immortal is, as you and me.

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THE SUPPLICATION.

Out of the depths of warring strife,

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