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Show THE WORLD GROWS HETTER Tell mo not. In your doleful way, that the world Krows over worso; That wo cannot escapo from tho drenr. old swny of tho drear, old primal curso; . . . . Tell mo not that thero Is no hopo oxcopt In tho urncc of Clod, For. though It bo truo. Ho sots that graco In tho vorlost lnimnn clod. Tho world Is sweotor tlinn o'er It was; I rond not far or doop Till 1 know that out of tho slouch of sin tho multitudes upward crcop, Our sight mny bo dim whllo wo wnlk our time on this misty, oarthly shore, nut wo clearer seo what tho ilKht must bo than over man saw boforo. Tho woilil Is bettor, aye, bottor far, than It was In tho days of old. Whon thoy mlRht tnlfo who had tho pow- or nnd thoy might keep who hold; Whon tho belted knights rodo to and fro, their cruel will to do, .... And tho king was lord of his subject's brawn, and o'on of his spirit, too; Whon a womnn's namo wns a thing to toast nnd hor vlrtuo a thing to own; Whon a serf and a bondsman boro tho mark of tho tyrant upon tho tin ono Ah, sigh If you will fori "tho good old days," tho fabulous days of yoro, Hut wo clearer seo what tho right must bo than ovor man saw boforo. I know that tho probloms that vex us now aro soro to our errant vlow, Hut wo'vo gained tho sight, ns wo'vo " gained tho might, that our grand- slroB novor know: Wo havo swung from tho day whon might was right to the day whon Itlght rovoals Somo part of hor faco. divinely fair, to - tho orient clod who' fools; Thrpugh tho long, slow aepnH wo'vo upward up-ward pressed, as over out God hath willed, And horo has tho Hlght boon crowned our king, or thero has tho Wrong boon stilled. lit' , Thoro Is much to do, tltcfo Is much to i win, for tho agos havo taught tholr l lore. Hut wo clearer boo what, tho right must 1 bo than ovor man saw boforo. A. J. 'Watorhouso. ' I |