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REPETITION.

VER and over and over

These truths I will weave in song, That God's great plan needs you and me, That will is greater than destiny

And that love moves the world along.

However mankind may doubt it,

It shall listen and hear my creed, That God may ever be found withinThat the worship of self is the only sin, And the only devil is greed.

Over and over and over

These truths I will say and sing,

That love is mightier far than hate

That a man's own thought is a man's own fate, And that life is a goodly thing.

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BEGIN THE DAY.

EGIN each morning with a talk to God,
And ask for your divine inheritance

Of usefulness, contentment and success.
Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair.

The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed,
Though whirled through space for countless cen-

turies,

And told not why or wherefore: and the sea
With everlasting ebb and flow obeys,

And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause.
The star sheds radiance on a million worlds,
The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet
No luster from the star is lost, and not
One drop is missing from the ocean tides.
Oh, brother to the star and sea, know all
God's opulence is held in trust for those
Who wait serenely and who work in faith.

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WORDS.

WORDS are great forces in the realm of life.
Be careful of their use. Who talks of hate,

Of poverty, of sickness, but sets rife

These very elements to mar his fate.

When love, health, happiness and plenty hear
Their names repeated over day by day,
They wing their way like answering fairies near,
Then nestle down within our homes to stay.

Who talks of evil conjures into shape

The formless thing and gives it life and scope. This is the law: then let no word escape

That does not breathe of everlasting hope.

FATE AND I.

VISE men tell me thou, O Fate,
Art invincible and great.

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Well, I own thy prowess; still
Dare I flount thee, with my will.

Thou canst shatter in a span
All the earthly pride of man.

Outward things thou canst control
But stand back-I rule my soul!

Death? 'Tis such a little thing-
Scarcely worth the mentioning.

What has death to do with me,
Save to set my spirit free?

Something in me dwells, O Fate,

That can rise and dominate.

Loss, and sorrow, and disaster,

How, then, Fate, art thou my master?

In the great primeval morn

My immortal will was born

Part of that stupendous Cause

Which conceived the Solar Laws.

Lit the suns and filled the seas,

Royalest of pedigrees.

That great Cause was Love, the Source, Who most loves has most of Force.

He who harbors hate one hour
Saps the soul of Peace and Power,

He who will not hate his foe
Need not dread life's hardest blow.

In the realm of brotherhood
Wishing no man aught but good.

Naught but good can come to me.
This is love's supreme decree.

Since I bar my door to hate,
What have I to fear, O Fate?

Since I fear not-Fate, I vow,
I the ruler am, not thou!