STANZAS.

UPWARD, onward, o’er life’s journey,
Though the way be dark and dim,
Up, and for the conflict arm thee,
Ever put thy trust in Him,
Who, from evil’s power hath kept thee,
Trust Him, He will protect thee.

Onward, though the storm-clouds gather,
Darkly o’er life’s thorny way,
Shrink not in the wildest weather,
Clouds and storms will pass away;
But, wouldst win a fadeless prize,
Wait not thou for sunny skies.

Onward, where thy duty calls thee,
Though other storms are falling fast,
Though no kindred soul befriends thee,
Yet thou wilt prevail at last.
“On thyself and God replying,
Thou wilt conquer, try, keep trying,”

Upward, onward, never weary,
In the path where wisdom calls,
Shrink not when the sky is dreary,
When the storm unceasing fails,
Though to-day thou toil in sorrow,
Thine may be a hopeful morrow.

M. D. Williams