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Thy will be done! Let the seedlings of Thy laws
Grow forth and bloom for ever in our hearts.
We will accept and bear each heavy cross,
Your mercy shall help us to carry out our parts.
For we are weak; you give us strength, endurance,
And lest we fall, we seek your helping hand.
As through our life, so too at death’s appearance
Oh comforter, we’ll do what e’er you may command.

Thy will for e’er be done!

FROM A HUNDRED-LEAF ROSE

Let the ocean toss assunder
My life’s sail upon its course,
Let it cringe neath storm and thunder,
Whipped by elements’ blind force.

On the voyage God has charted
Bravely I am sailing forth,
With a fearless soul I’ve started
For that distant, blissful port.

And to light the deep, dark night
In the triad of their might,
Rising o’er me high above
Linger Faith with Hope and Love.

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Having spent the day in torment,
I haste through the peaceful night
Toward the brook, whose hillside torrent
Glistens in the moon’s pale light.

Dreary, tear-stained eyes are blazing
Where the foaming waters boom,
While my saddened mind is gazing
In that mirror of my doom.

Strange indeed! These dashing streams
Yonder fall in sparkling beams,
Here they turn to liquid fire
As when tears blend with desire.

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