The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm,

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.