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SOUL 
 SONGS 
 
 GRACE 
 
 MANN 
 
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 StP 13 1918 
 
 NOV 22 1917 
 
INDEX 
 
 It Seemeth True 5 
 
 My Soldier 7 
 
 Sowing and Reaping 9 
 
 Mother Love 11 
 
 Someday 13 
 
 The Silence ^15 
 
 We 17 
 
 Her Kingdom 18 
 
 The West 21 
 
 I Believe 22 
 
 Justice 25 
 
 The Free Star 26 
 
 Karma _29 
 
 A Perfect Day 31 
 
 His Birthday 33 
 
 The Song of the Seer _._34 
 
 Onward 37 
 
 Life and I 39 
 
 Time 41 
 
 Oftimes 43 
 
 I Would Live 45 
 
There is only God and 
 in that consciousness alone 
 shall you and I endure. 
 
IT SEEMETH TRUE 
 
 It seemeth true that earth is torn and rent. 
 That anguished hearts and shivered souls are 
 spent 
 With pain and glaring grief. 
 
 It seemeth true that Heaven is shrouded o'er 
 That God's sweet home has closed its door 
 Upon the earth child's woe. 
 
 It seemeth true that earth is moaning deep 
 That hope and faith and love are locked in 
 sleep 
 And human need forgot. 
 
 Dear heart, it is not true. 
 Beneath the racking roar of hate. 
 Beyond the clanging claim of fate. 
 Is God's sure love. 
 
 Thank God it only seemeth true that love 
 forget. 
 
 His love is law itself. 
 This seeming crash of things 
 Is love's great law of birth 
 Onsweeping and upreaching far 
 To render love's life free. 
 
The heart break of the world is pleading now 
 
 For peace. 
 The clarion call of life is ringing now 
 
 For peace. 
 The steady word of truth is speaking now 
 
 For Peace. 
 The living faith of myriad souls is breathing 
 now 
 
 For peace. 
 God give us peace. 
 
MY SOLDIER. 
 
 I did not know that he was so big 
 
 That his eyes were so blue 
 
 And that he was so strong and handsome too, 
 
 I never knew 
 
 'Til I saw him in Khaki rig. 
 
 I did not know France was so far away. 
 I never thought that some soon day 
 My treasure boy might be on his way 
 To France. 
 
 I did not know that I loved him so, 
 My blessed boy of long ago. 
 I did not know, — 
 
 God, — how many things there are 
 That Mothers do not know. 
 
Because I know 
 
 That God is all supreme 
 
 I have no fear. 
 
 Because I know 
 That I attract my own 
 I have no fear. 
 
 Because I want 
 The Thing which is my own 
 No matter what my own may be 
 I have no fear. 
 
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SOWING AND REAPING. 
 
 I attract my own returning 
 I must reap what I have sown. 
 
 I alone can meet conditions 
 
 When I've made them all my own. 
 
 Only I may know the sorrow, 
 
 Only I can feel the pain 
 When I myself have brought the burden 
 
 Crashing on my heart and brain. 
 
 Yet the knowledge of my sowing 
 Gives me power to overcome 
 
 Gives me strength to bear the reaping 
 And to know "Thy will be done." 
 
 For the will of love is justice, 
 
 And the field of life is right 
 F^or there is no loss in action, 
 
 Every deed returns in might. 
 
 As the seed is sown in kindness, 
 
 So in kindness it returns 
 Bearing two fold strength and beauty 
 
 As it lives and loves and learns. 
 
 Every creature in the all life 
 Reaps what ever it has sown, 
 
 Even God in his great mercy, 
 Only claims what His own. 
 
 9 
 
The greatest thing which God can give 
 
 is love 
 The greatest thing which man can know 
 
 is love 
 The only thing which will not fail 
 
 is love 
 The one sure thing which frees and saves 
 
 is love 
 God give us love. 
 
 10 
 
MOTHER LOVE. 
 
 I kneel at your feet 
 My tiny queen, 
 
 So dimpled and pink and dear, 
 And I know that all earth 
 Is purified 
 
 Because of their impress here. 
 
 I gaze in your eyes, 
 My dearie love, 
 
 Those eyes of brilliant blue 
 And I know that the angels 
 In worlds above 
 
 Must envy their heavenly hue. 
 
 I hold you close 
 My treasure child, 
 
 With a passionate, conscious power 
 And I know that the joy 
 Of heaven and earth 
 
 Is mine this holy hour. 
 
 I love you, sweetheart 
 My dainty one, 
 
 With a love beyond compare 
 And I know that all earth 
 Is glorified 
 
 Because of my mother prayer. 
 
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'Tis good to know 
 That God is always near 
 No matter what may seem 
 The distance in between 
 His home and mine. 
 
 'Tis good to know 
 
 That truth is all supreme 
 
 No matter what the load may be 
 
 Upon my heart 
 
 Some days. 
 
 'Tis very good to know 
 
 That God's great life is dominant 
 
 In all that IS 
 
 That now and always there is only life 
 
 God's life. 
 
 12 
 
SOMEDAY 
 
 Some day the glorious sun 
 Will rise in stately silence 
 And I shall not see. 
 
 Some day the wondrous wind 
 Will whisper songs in secret 
 And I shall not hear 
 
 Some day the glinting waves 
 Will shimmer in their gladness 
 And I shall not know 
 
 But way beyond the stately rising sun 
 
 And out of sound of wondrous singing 
 
 breeze 
 And far outreaching glinting shimmering sea. 
 
 Someday the voice of all eternity 
 Will call in tones of universal love to me 
 And I shall know. 
 
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Come, let us enter the silence, 
 
 'Tis a beautiful realm of the free, 
 There's no heartache or sin in the silence 
 There's no wearisome pain in the silence 
 Only rest for you and for me. 
 
 And when we enter the silence, 
 
 Let it be with love full and free 
 For the wonderful tone in the silence 
 And the marvelous touch of the silence 
 Shall balance in you and me. 
 
 So that when we enter the silence 
 
 We shall know the truth that is free 
 We will not think false in the silence 
 We shall only think love in the silence 
 That God's life may enfold you and me. 
 
 14 
 
THE SILENCE 
 
 I took me into the silence 
 
 For my eyes were heavy with tears, 
 
 And oh, I was aweary 
 
 And life seemed dim and dreary 
 In the chill of the onsweeping years. 
 
 "Hark" said the voice of the silence; 
 "Art sure thou hast done thy part? 
 
 Has thou held thy life in gladness, 
 
 Has thou cleared thy thoughts from the sadness 
 That threatened thy weary heart? 
 
 "Behold," quoth the voice in silence, 
 "There is no sorrow and pain; 
 
 'Tis all a grievous delusion, 
 
 A mighty appalling intrusion, 
 A creation of thine own brain." 
 
 "Tis with thee," crooned the voice of the silence, 
 So steady and sweet and true. 
 
 "Thou mayst crush thy heart in its fierce unrest 
 
 Or give thyself to the very best 
 That thy part of life can do." 
 
 "Go tell mankind," spoke the golden voice, 
 
 "Every thing rests with you — 
 
 The secret of life, its success and its love, 
 The keynote of earth and of realms above, 
 
 Is that you to yourselves shall be true." 
 
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There's a freedom in God's loving 
 
 Like the freedom of the world. 
 There's a mercy in His wisdom 
 
 Like the flag of truth unfurled 
 And I know beyond all seeming 
 
 And I've known it ages long 
 That where souls have loved completely 
 
 Love forever is their song. 
 
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WE 
 
 No body knows but you sweetheart, 
 
 Of the paths you have trodden alone, 
 No body knows but you dear heart, 
 
 Of the sorrow and grief you have known. 
 And my soul reaches out across the worlds 
 
 And my heart feels the throb of your pain 
 For my love responds to all you have borne 
 
 As I touch you and hold you again. 
 
 Aye, I am alive and alert, sweetheart 
 
 As I was in our dear earth home, 
 And you will arise in spirit and truth 
 
 And look in my eyes again. 
 We shall know that together we live and love 
 
 As in beautiful days agone 
 For nothing can come between us, dear heart, 
 
 We who are truly one. 
 
 17 
 
HER KINGDOM. 
 
 There was once a maid of high degree, 
 And she was as fair as fair could be, 
 
 And her eyes were as blue as the shimmering 
 sea 
 
 And her hair was the hue of gold. 
 
 One day this maid of high degree 
 Decided that she a queen would be, 
 
 That queens alone were perfectly free, 
 As free as the perfumed air. 
 
 And the song she sang was of gems and gold, 
 
 Of costly treasure and laces old, 
 Of waiting maids and of warriors bold 
 
 All bending to her sweet will. 
 
 But alas for the dreams of the lady bright, 
 A youth rode by on a charger white 
 
 And his face shone forth a heavenly light 
 As he gazed on the sweet fair maid. 
 
 When the maiden looked in his upturned eyes, 
 All radiant in their sweet surprise; 
 
 "My kingdom is here," she joyously cries 
 "For the king of my heart has come. 
 
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"Yes I'll be queen of hearts" said my lady fair. 
 
 "That's the only kingdom for which I care, 
 For love alone would I do and dare, 
 
 For love will I live and die. 
 
 And the song that she sang was a song of love, 
 Of the earth beneath and of heaven above 
 
 And the sweet eyes drooped as a gentle dove 
 As she entered her queenly realm. 
 
 Oh blessed youth, in thy shining eyes, 
 Oh sweetest maid on thy fair breast lies 
 
 The secrets of earth and sea and skies, 
 Holy secrets of God's own realm. 
 
 I choose my part of life, 
 
 My very own. 
 
 I choose my part of love, 
 
 My precious part. 
 
 I choose my part of work, 
 
 Work in God's name. 
 
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I am not pleading for riches, 
 
 I do not care for ease, 
 The only thing for which I pray 
 
 Is simply to do as I please. 
 
 I want to do just whatever 
 
 I want to, every day; 
 And I want to say what pleases me 
 
 With no one to say me nay. 
 
 There's nothing else in the earth life 
 No matter what men may say 
 
 Which is so perfectly lovely 
 As merely to have one's way. 
 
 20 
 
THE WEST. 
 
 The broadening prairie stretches wide 
 As we sweep toward the setting sun 
 
 And over its vivid enchanting space 
 When the darkening day is done 
 
 I feast my eyes as we roll along 
 
 And I reach with outstretched arms 
 
 Toward the beautiful realm of poem and song, 
 To the west with its fair free charms. 
 
 Oh, you of the east with its stilted poise 
 
 And we of the free, wild west 
 And they of the throbbing city life 
 
 May choose which we love the best. 
 
 But methinks, as we pass o'er the rolling plain 
 And breathe its great breath so free 
 
 That something from out its wild, tender heart 
 Belongs to my soul and me. 
 
 21 
 
I BELIEVE. 
 
 It may be that God is yonder, 
 
 Millions of miles away, 
 It may be He judges you and me 
 And never trusts us or leaves us free 
 
 To live our every day, 
 But I don't believe it. 
 
 It may be that Heaven is some vast place 
 
 Far in the distant sky 
 And that you and I, if we're very good 
 And always do the things that we should 
 
 Shall get there by and bye 
 But I don't believe it. 
 
 It may be that men and women, 
 
 Aye and the children too, 
 Shall suffer thru all time eternal 
 With pain and woe supernal 
 
 For sins which they never could do 
 But I don't believe it. 
 
 I believe that God is present 
 
 Now and everywhere 
 For the work that we do and the words we say 
 And the things we think in our hearts each day 
 
 Are exactly what we are, 
 Don't you believe it? 
 
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I love to believe that Heaven is home 
 
 The home of this very hour 
 And that you and I are always good 
 And always doing the things we should 
 
 In building this home of power 
 You surely believe it. 
 
 I know that men and women 
 
 Aye and children the same 
 Are reaping rewards of good they have done 
 Of great overcoming and victories won 
 
 In God's great name. 
 
 God knows, — that man shall know. 
 God frees, — and man is free. 
 God gives, — that man may give. 
 God loves,— and love shall be. 
 
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When that day comes that thou must 
 
 pass my way, 
 All earth shall make the path clear 
 
 for thy feet. 
 
 When it is time for thee to sing to me 
 
 thy song of life, 
 Behold I shall be waiting here 
 
 thy soul to greet. 
 
 24 
 
JUSTICE. 
 
 If one might only raise his eyes to Heaven 
 
 And know that God is good and all is well; 
 
 If one might only reach into the distance 
 
 And sense a love beyond a power to tell, 
 
 He might with sweeter grace endure the sorrow 
 Which presses on his trembling human heart, 
 
 Life's lessons might not seem so deeply cruel 
 
 When he with joy must part. 
 
 And yet from out the mighty stillness 
 The word arises clear as shimmering dew; 
 
 Thou knowest this, oh child of doubting sorrow 
 
 Thy only care is to thyself be true. 
 
 Dear heart, be still and know his law is perfect, 
 Dear child, cast all thy burdens there, 
 
 For God is just and in his mighty justice 
 
 Thy sorrows are His care. 
 
 25 
 
THE FREE STAR. 
 
 Yon, the star of freedom rises, 
 
 Rises from a submerged sea, — 
 Prom a sea of tortured manhood, 
 Prom a sea of anguished mothers, 
 
 And the wail of little children 
 
 Children of this cruel day. 
 
 Higher still the bright star rises 
 
 'Till we see its radiant flame 
 Flame of sacrifice of manhood 
 Flame of breaking human hearts 
 
 In the lurid glaring presence 
 
 Presence of this cruel war. 
 
 And the star of freedom yonder 
 
 Holds us tense and still 
 
 Knowing that it must be finished 
 Knowing well the price we pay 
 
 Price of happiness and comfort 
 
 Comfort of our lives and homes. 
 
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All the world is hoping, waiting 
 Waiting for the wondrous star, 
 Seeing that for future ages, 
 Seeing that for countless humans 
 Men are giving all their treasure 
 Treasure of their hearts and lives 
 
 And the glorious star is blazing 
 
 Radiance for a fair free world, 
 
 Shining forth in burnished promise 
 Promise for God's wholly world 
 
 World of peace and love and freedom 
 
 Freedom for this newer time. 
 
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 God make us free, — 
 Free to be true, — 
 God make us true,- 
 Behold we are free. 
 
 27 
 
Come out of the dark, oh soul of me, 
 
 And forget the grief that is past, 
 For the world is calling to such as thee 
 And the night is fading and we shall see 
 That truth is ours at last. 
 
 'Tis a newer day, oh heart of me, 
 
 For sorrow has vanished far 
 And Life is breathing fresh and free 
 A wonderful joy to such as we 
 In the glory of things that are. 
 
 28 
 
KARMA. 
 
 She aimed a blow at the heart of me 
 
 I bared my soul to its might. 
 And the anguished thing lay throbbing there 
 
 'Til the day sank into the night. 
 
 She lifted high her golden head 
 
 As her beautiful face so fair 
 She tore apart from the soul of me 
 
 For I had enthroned it there. 
 
 Some how, I think that in days agone, 
 
 In the ages of long ago 
 That I must have done this pitiful thing 
 
 That I must have dealt the blow. 
 
 Which today returns to the heart of me 
 
 And frees the quivering thing 
 From human idols and human loves 
 
 That divine love may enter in. 
 
 29 
 
I sang my song by the mountain side 
 And the tone was clear and strong; 
 In silvery waves it quivered wide, 
 With vivid life it swept the tide 
 And echoed long and long. 
 
 For never a word of love goes forth 
 That is lost to the human heart 
 And never a song sweeps over the earth 
 And never a message of living truth 
 But lives on to do its part. 
 
 30 
 
A PERFECT DAY. 
 
 Hark to the song of a perfect day, 
 
 A day of rest and love,— 
 When the shadows of earth seem far away 
 When hope shines forth thru a glory ray 
 
 As the sun shines from above, 
 This fair free day. 
 
 And hark to the song of another day 
 
 A day of storm and shine, 
 When shadows of earth are not cleared 
 
 away 
 When life seems dark thru a misty ray 
 
 Which blurs the shine divine 
 Because of tears. 
 
 And I say to my soul, why 1 must it be 
 
 That perfect days are rare,— 
 Why may not every day we see 
 Be filled with joy for such as we, 
 
 Who balance our wee share 
 In life's great work. 
 
 Ah, I see the shine of the perfect day 
 'Tis the day of service and love, 
 
 It is I who color its vivid ray, 
 
 It is I who balance its work and its play 
 Its service and its love, 
 
 God's perfect day. 
 
 31 
 
Only a passing joyous thought 
 Sent from a loving heart, 
 
 Yet it stills an angry, hasty word 
 And saves its crushing dart. 
 
 Only a fleeting word of cheer 
 Said with a gracious smile, 
 
 But it carries a wave of happiness 
 That makes the day worth while. 
 
 Only a little kindly deed 
 Done with a willing hand, 
 
 But its goodly work will sweep 
 along 
 And be felt in all the land. 
 
 For every deed and every word 
 Which carries the loving thought 
 
 Shall be a power in all the earth 
 To render its woes as naught. 
 
 32 
 
HIS BIRTHDAY. 
 
 Here's to our wonderful Cornell man, 
 With his yell from Ithaca town — 
 
 And here's to his health and his beautiful 
 life 
 
 And the work which that .life shall crown, 
 
 Methinks I see his kingly stride, 
 
 For he knows it all you see, 
 And my heart brims o'er with mother 
 
 pride 
 And the love of him and me. 
 
 Twenty pne years for my college man, 
 
 Years of pleasure and pain; 
 Here's another toast to my precious 
 
 son 
 And his work of heart and brain. 
 
 Joy to my man, my blessed man, — 
 May his life be of use and of power 
 
 May every treasure that God can 
 give 
 
 Fill its every glorious hour. 
 
 33 
 
THE SONG OF THE SEER 
 
 Behold I reach to the vaulted sky 
 With my soul aflame with light 
 Nor swerve I from my motive high 
 As the beckoning star gleams call me nigh 
 While the heart of me sings delight. 
 
 Oh, the mighty secret within my heart 
 
 And the marvellous things I shall say 
 Of the world within and the world without 
 And which are now of myself a pa^t 
 That I've gathered along the way. 
 
 With ecstatic grace I greet the sun 
 
 As it welcomes the coming day 
 Lighting the glorious work to be done 
 'Til the day and the night have merged 
 into one 
 While the earth rolls on for aye 
 
 I sing the song of a love divine, 
 
 Of a joy and a power untold 
 And I chant the secrets of space and time 
 Revealed in the light of a faith sublime 
 
 As their truths to men unfold- 
 
 34 
 
Hark to the sweep of my vivid word 
 
 While it follows my fearless pen 
 And see the glitter of unsheathed sword 
 Revealing the coming of truth's own Lord 
 As it calls to the children of men. 
 
 We have no creed 
 
 But creed of loving helpfulness. 
 
 We have no law 
 
 Save law of broadest charity. 
 
 We have no work 
 
 That does not serve the race. 
 
 We have no joy 
 
 Save joyous consciousness 
 
 Of God. 
 
 35 
 
God reigns in every realm 
 
 Of His all interactive life; 
 
 He knows the claim of souls, 
 
 The call of hearts, 
 
 The touch of pain in flesh despair 
 
 And glory be to that great God, — 
 
 He answers as he knows. 
 
 Oh, child of His pure love, — 
 
 Lift up thine eyes to His reply, 
 
 To thy soul call, 
 
 To thy heart claim 
 
 And free thyself from pain 
 
 And glorify thy God 
 
 That he may breathe thru thee 
 
 36 
 
ONWARD. 
 
 
 
 It is not that I love thee less, dear friend, 
 That I can bid thee go and God thee speed; 
 It is not that thy life is far from mine 
 That I shall miss thee thru the coming years. 
 
 'Tis only that we've lived it out, dear heart, 
 The thing which we two lovers need to know, 
 And other pathways that before were closed 
 Are opening fair beside our seperate ways. 
 
 How good to know that when a thing is done 
 
 We pass it on and gently let it rest 
 
 In other realms which need it for their own 
 
 And in our own serene and certain way 
 We choose a broader path which leads us 
 Yonder — to a different world, with newer scenes 
 
 And greater loves, — 
 
 More worthy of a grander day. 
 
 37 
 
When treasures fade from out our storehouse, 
 
 When ideals shatter as they fall. 
 When strong hearts quiver in their anguish 
 
 Because the crash has taken all. 
 
 Then only with the faith of childhood, 
 Then only with the hope of youth 
 
 Can men restore the darkening lovelight 
 And know indeed this living truth. 
 
 The power that rests in love's pure action, 
 The force that moves without a flaw 
 
 Divine will blends in mighty motive, 
 With loves fulfilment of the law. 
 
 38 
 
LIFE AND I. 
 
 Life and I had a reckoning day, 
 
 A day of storm and shine, 
 When my soul upleapt to its old desires 
 When my heart was aflame with the living 
 fires 
 
 Of the hope which then was mine. 
 
 Life and I had a reckoning day, 
 
 A day of smiles and tears 
 When my soul grew steady with living hope 
 Of greater things in God's own work 
 
 Than had been in the passing years. 
 
 Life and I agreed to forgive 
 
 This earth childs pitiful tears, 
 To forgive and forget and arise anew 
 With a glorified faith and broader view 
 
 Of our work in the oncoming years. 
 
 39 
 
God measures man's unrest 
 By hours and days and years, 
 God is man's perfect rest 
 Beyond all hours and years, 
 Beyond all hopes and fears, 
 Beyond all grief and tears 
 In God we rest. 
 
 40 
 
TIME 
 
 So many years, oh God, so many years, 
 And yet they stand in Thy vast time 
 Less than my hours. 
 
 How many human lives have waked 
 And slept again in Thy vast time 
 In all these years. 
 
 How many hearts have leapt towards life 
 And drooped again in Thy great heart 
 In these gone days. 
 
 Aye, thrice as many years have come and gone 
 And steadily been numbered by in weeks and 
 days 
 Until this hour 
 
 Which opens clear to me the knowing 
 That my few days and hours and years are 
 only dreams 
 Of passing bondage. 
 
 Again I rise to meet Thy call, dear Lord, 
 Apart from time, awake in Thee, beyond all 
 seeming 
 One in Thy being. 
 
 41 
 
There is always the way to freedom, 
 
 There is always the answer to prayer, 
 There is always the melting problem 
 
 And always the sun shines fair 
 When we open our hearts to our brother 
 
 And forget our own small plan 
 In the joy of serving each other 
 
 In the helping our fellow man. 
 
 42 
 
OFTIMES. 
 
 Oftimes thru the murky dimness 
 
 Shines a star with sudden gleam, 
 Beaming forth in glint transcendant, 
 Reaching on in rays transplendant, 
 Bearing strength on winged beam. 
 
 Sometimes we must feel the darkness, 
 
 Feel its icy cruel dart, 
 Knowing in our inmost being, 
 Trusting far beyond the seeming, 
 
 Things that crush upon the heart 
 
 'Til we know there is no darkness 
 
 Yonder always is the dawn, 
 Brilliant in its sure oncoming, 
 Radiant in its vast onsweeping, 
 Blessed truth from darkness born. 
 
 43 
 
Blessed is he who sings the free song 
 And whose chant is measured with love 
 For his wisdom is exalted 
 And the soul of him is aware. 
 
 44 
 
I WOULD LIVE. 
 
 I would live because I choose 
 
 And not because I must 
 
 And I would choose to scale 
 The heights of heaven and the 
 deeps of hell,— 
 
 Now— now, — not some day yonder. 
 
 For verily the shine of life 
 Shall glorify its shadow, — 
 
 And who would, even if he could 
 Choose only vivid light. 
 
 God, — I would be wholly Thine 
 
 Because I love. 
 
 And I would know the ecstacy 
 And agony of life, — the all of it 
 
 That knowing, I may be complete. 
 
 45 
 
I want to know God's truth, 
 
 To know it now. 
 I want to do my part, 
 
 To do it now, — 
 And then, I want to plunge into 
 
 The great onsurge of life, — 
 As rushingly it sweeps thru all the earth 
 And feel it, see it, taste it, know it, 
 
 Live it, now. 
 
 And then when I shall know God's truth 
 And when 'tis time to have my very own, — 
 
 I want to do the thing I'm doing now, 
 To work and love and give the whole of me 
 
 And then to give some more. 
 
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