68
POEMS.
Be calm, my pulse, now cool and slow
Should be thy crimson current's flow—
Be calm, my pulse.
Should be thy crimson current's flow—
Be calm, my pulse.
Be glad, my soul, on Time's fleet wing
Thou'rt nearing an eternal spring,
When Hope's fair buds shall know no blight,
And sunniest day need fear no night,
And Wrong no more shall conquer Right
Be wise, be strong, be calm, be glad,
Stand for life's conflict armor-clad.
Be wise, be strong.
Thou'rt nearing an eternal spring,
When Hope's fair buds shall know no blight,
And sunniest day need fear no night,
And Wrong no more shall conquer Right
Be wise, be strong, be calm, be glad,
Stand for life's conflict armor-clad.
Be wise, be strong.
