THE USEFUL LIFE. Ψυχή μου, ψυχή μου, Αναστα, τὶ καθευδεις. OLD GREEK HYMN. Go labor on; spend, and be spent,— It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? Go labor on; 'tis not for nought; Go labor on; enough, while here, 220 THE USEFUL LIFE. Go labor on; your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek, Is near, a kingdom and a crown! Go labor on, while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on; Men die in darkness at your side, Take up the torch and wave it wide, The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray ; Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; PASSING THROUGH. I WALK as one who knows that he is treading As one round whom a serpent-world is spreading I walk as one but yesterday delivered Who trembles lest the bond so newly severed I walk as one who feels that he is breathing For whom as wiles, the tempter still is wreathing My steps, I know, are on the plains of danger, But looking up, I pass along, a stranger, In haste and fear. 222 PASSING THROUGH. This earth has lost its power to drag me downward; Its spell is gone; My course is now right upward, and right onward, To yonder throne. Hour after hour of time's dark night is stealing Speed thy fair dawn of light, and joy, and healing, For thee its God, its King, the long-rejected, For thee the long-beloved, the long-expected, FORWARD. SHALL this life of mine be wasted? Shall the God-given hours be scattered, Shall the blossoms die unwatered Shall I see each fair sun waking, Shall I see the roses blowing, And not wish to bloom as they? Holy fragrance round me throwing, Luring others on the way. |