Poem April 12, 1900 ISSUE

To Health

Sarah Louise Morris

Life's most essential friend, I drink to theeAnd thy advancement in this o'er-frail world,Thy laws thou dost not veil in mystery;'Tis we, ourselves. Thy banner thou unfurledDost fling from every hilltop. Thou dost pleadWith us to thrust aside the vanitiesThat do so warp body and mind. We heedThee not, and he who should a HerculesHave been in stature grand, and grand in allIntelligence, shrunken and dwarfed remains.Heaven speed the time when the enshrouding pallOf worldliness shall be thrown off; when veinsWith ruddy health shall run, and every manReflect God's image, perfect as His plan.

Sarah Louise Morris

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