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MAUDE CLARK HOUGH

When man first sees Truth's lightning flame,He hangs his head in anguished shame;Until, low voiced, he hears his nameCalled lovingly, "I am the sameThat yesterday and yesteryearGave to all men a message clear,—'Come unto me,' sin-tossed and worn,Of joy and usefulness though shorn,I'll make of you, by following me,A man new-born, upright, and free!"

He who still marks the sparrow's fallDestroys all sin, though great or small,By sending out to all the light,Through every day, through darkest night.So, when one sees the path made clear,He walks ahead and knows no fear;For, as he leaves the dark behind,And learns to claim one Life, one Mind,He is transformed, renewed, new-born;No longer is he weary, worn!

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