2 Enough, that blessings undeserved. 3 That more and more a Providence 4 That death seems but a covered way 5 No longer forward or behind And every evening new. 7 Upon his providence I lean, 8 And so my onward way I fare Frederick L. Hosmer. And mightier music thrill the skies, And every life shall be a song 2 They shall be gentle, brave, and strong | 4 New arts shall bloom of loftier mould, 3 Nation with nation, land with land, Unarmed shall live as comrades free; In every heart and brain shall throb The pulse of one fraternity. When all the earth is paradise. 5 There shall be no more sin, no shame, Though pain and passion may not die : For man shall be at one with God In bonds of firm necessity. John Addington Symonds. |