Remember the old golden rule,

Then friendships will strengthen, hate will decay,

God speed the good doctrine and school.

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AT DAWN.

Behold a rose of crimson hue,

Just opening to the light of day,

Velvet petals, all wet with dew,

Bearing a message on its way;

A message of love pure and bright,

God’s holy tribute to the dawn

Ere we greet the gathering light,

Ere we meet the day new born.

A joyful chorus fills the air,

Before the mists have rolled away,

From mountain side, and valley fair,

In wooded glen they seem to say,

Awake, awake ’tis early dawn,

The night has passed, and day is here,

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