No One Can Be Great, Or Good,

If The Duties Before Us Be Not Noble, Let Us Ennoble Them By Doing Them In A Noble Spirit; We Become Reconciled To Life If We Live In The Spirit Of Him Who Reconciled The Life Of God With The Lowly Duties Of Servants.

There Is Rest In This World Nowhere Except In Christ, The Manifested Love Of God. Trust In Excellence, And The Better You Become, The Keener Is The Feeling Of Deficiency. Wrap Up All In Doubt, And There Is A Stern Voice That Will Thunder At Last Out Of The Wilderness Upon Your Dream.

And Now Because You Are His Child, Live As A Child Of God; Be Redeemed From The Life Of Evil, Which Is False To Your Nature, Into The Life Of Goodness, Which Is The Truth Of Your Being. Scorn All That Is Mean; Hate All That Is False; Struggle With All That Is Impure Live The Simple, Lofty Life Which Befits An Heir Of Immortality.

In The Darkest Hour Through Which A Human Soul Can Pass, Whatever Else Is Doubtful, This At Least Is Certain. If There Be No God And No Future State, Yet Even Then It Is Better To Be Generous Than Selfish, Better To Be Chaste Than Licentious, Better To Be True Than False, Better To Be Brave Than To Be A Coward.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.