I ask, O Lord, that from my life may flow
Such gladsome music, soothing, sweet, and clear,
From a fine strung harp, to reach the weary ear
Of struggling men,
To bid them pause awhile and listen; then
With spirit calmer, stronger, than before,
Take up their work once more.
I only pray that, through the common days
Of this, my life, unceasingly may steal
Into some aching heart strains that shall help to heal
Its long borne pain,
To life the thoughts from self and worldly gain,
And fill the life with harmonies divine.
Oh, may such power be mine!
Thus would I live; and when all working days
Are o’er for me,
May the rich music of my life ring on
Eternally!
Not one of us ever dreams of all the possibilities of his life. The plainest of us carries concealed splendours within him. If we knew what noble qualities are lying undeveloped in us, what powers are waiting to be called out, what fine things we may achieve in the years before us, it ought to inspire us to our best life and effort. Perhaps no one ever does reach in this world all that he might attain.
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