l be brighter on through the ages, ascending the hills of peace.
Lord, shall we arise beyond these sorrows? Lord, plant our feet in thy
Zion.

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A Praise--Speed

Some one is watching at the windows tonight, as onward through the
valleys and over the rocks of white, the gleaming wheels they speed with
might; calling the stars at the approach of night; concealing them away
with the speed of light.

I do not know what my title holds, because the way has been long;
through the orchards and by the waste lands swifter than the shadows of
the dawn. But the angel who watches through the train of time hurries
all on board along.

The shadows of the evening that enclose upon the fleeting sunlight are
swiftly turned away; as out of the night time the speeding wheels they
sway, before the gloom that's left approaching into the light of day.

Music rings above the hill tops, from the canyons that we passed by;
while sweeping beneath the light of heaven, that beckons from the
windows in the sky. Soon within the harbor the speeding monitor shall
lie; then shall be the answer to the soul which shall never die.

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A Praise--Reason

Here lie the brave and valiant-hearted, strewn by the pathway of the
noble race.
These are our kindred whose souls linger near their dwelling place.

Here lie the stars which have fallen, from the altar of the race.
Their light still on our memories gleam, bright before our face.

These are of our people, their souls are still upon the breeze.
Death cannot them destroy, or blot out their secret memories.

Some of them were old and faded, and others were of the age of the
bloom,
That grows upon the lilies, and fades before the rays of noon.

But out in the mist they are waiting to greet us, and we shall
welcome
them once more.
Beneath the sun that shines in stillness, upon this living shore.

The battlements are faded, and the swords are laid aside,
And he has come with his saints to reign through the ages, over the
human tide.

A Meditation--Life

I see the people out on the plains--from the distance they call to me.
Come and march with us for a day, and be one of the people of the
plains. Floating along with the winds that blow--the great human sea.

I love the sage and the vintage that grow, and the oaks that stand in
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