Poem August 2, 1900 Issue

Thy Best

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WHATE'ER thou dost, do well—it may not stand
An hour, it may for centuries endure;
But thou shalt have performed thy Lord's command,
And thy reward shall be forever sure.

It may not be a palace thou dost rear,
It may be but a cottage for the poor;
No matter, 'tis the Lord's; be of good cheer,
Palace or cottage, thy reward is sure.

Here thou must learn to work; earth is God's school;
Let not thy hours in idleness be spent;
Bow thy stiff neck, thy stubborn spirit rule,
What thy Lord sets thee, do, and be content.

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