Go Forward

Have done with all the yesterdaysWhen evil ruled the hour;The dawn is great with heaven's goodAnd Truth's almighty power.Oh, do not gather to your heartThe tale of discord's sorry part.

Lift up your eyes in conscious faith,With vision undismayed,To paths that lead to holy heightsAnd out of brooding shade.Look back no longer, but hold fastThe perfect NOW that knows no past.

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Signs of the Times
November 4, 1944
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