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MELIORA.
When the sneer of the scoffer moves thee;
Meliora! Child, look up!
Follow thy Master's footsteps;
Drink of thy Master's cup.
Meliora! Child, look up!
Follow thy Master's footsteps;
Drink of thy Master's cup.
"A vessel meet for His service
The Potter must frame and mould;
There's the fining-pot for the silver,
And the furnace-flame for the gold:
But One watches o'er the fire—
A watch that thou canst not share;
Look up! Look up! Meliora!
The Lord whom thou lov'st is there."
The Potter must frame and mould;
There's the fining-pot for the silver,
And the furnace-flame for the gold:
But One watches o'er the fire—
A watch that thou canst not share;
Look up! Look up! Meliora!
The Lord whom thou lov'st is there."
Over the world's wide waters
The dove could her message bring;
And still at our curtained casement
A minstrel waiteth to sing.
There's many a bird at the threshold
Who bringeth a song in the night;
And we praise the love that hath lent him,
As we follow his upward flight.
The dove could her message bring;
And still at our curtained casement
A minstrel waiteth to sing.
There's many a bird at the threshold
Who bringeth a song in the night;
And we praise the love that hath lent him,
As we follow his upward flight.
Thus often my night-watch keeping,
In moments with sadness fraught,
Sweet words to my drooping spirit
Have the billows of ocean brought.
In moments with sadness fraught,
Sweet words to my drooping spirit
Have the billows of ocean brought.