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Show Ir the Hour of Defeat. Tho well-dressed preacher cannot Kite Thn Hiilat'c- that I crave to-day; ITe may iidvlne mo how to live And Keek to clear my doubts nway; 1I m.iy be eloquent and wise. And goodness may within him dwej, Hut mill my heart In sadness cries Kor eomfoit, ern n ho slghx: "God knoweth best and docth well " He cannot glv mo solace who Is Htamllug high In men's regard. Who haa achieved what greut men do lly trying oft and tolling hard; Ho blandly tells me to be strong And cries: "Weak on and hope nnd wait." Hut wealth and fame to him belong. And 1 still ylrugglc In the throng, Defeated and dlyeonsolate. I eoino to you. O lowly one. Who still mui-t tull and still obey-To obey-To you who have not nobly dono The splendid thing nnd nuver may I come to you who. having tried And having often ntlised the goal Can still bo bratn mid still have pilile; O teach me to cast doubt aside And still keep hopo within my soul -S. 15. KUer |