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CAMPBELL. * * * * * WHEN. If I were told that I must die to-morrow, That the next sun Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow For any one, All the fight fought, all the short journey through. What should I do? I do not think that I should shrink or falter, But just go on, Doing my work, nor change nor seek to alter Aught that is gone; But rise and move and love and smile and pray For one more day. And, lying down at night for a last sleeping, Say in that ear Which hearkens ever: "Lord, within thy keeping How should I fear? And when to-morrow brings thee nearer still, Do thou thy will." I might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, tender, My soul would lie All the night long; and when the morning splendor Flushed o'er the sky, I think that I could smile--could calmly say, "It is his day." But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder Held out a scroll, On which my life was writ, and I with wonder Beheld unroll To a long century's end its mystic clew, What should I do?' What _could_ I do, O blessed Guide and Master, Other than this; Still to go on as now, not slower, faster, Nor fear to miss The road, although so very long it be, While led by thee? Step after step, feeling thee close beside me, Although unseen, Through thorns, through flowers, whether the tempest hide thee, Or heavens serene, Assured thy faithfulness cannot betray, Thy love decay. I may not know; my God, no hand revealeth Thy counsels wise; Along the path a deepening shadow stealeth, No voice replies To all my questioning thought, the time to tell; And it is well. Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing Thy will always, Through a long century's ripening fruition Or a short day's; Thou canst not come too soon; and I can wait If thou come late. SARAH WOOLSEY (_Susan Coolidge_). * * * * * BURIAL OF MOSES. "And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day."--DEUTERONOMY xxxiv. 6. By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, The
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