retty things that bloom in red and rone. And I thought I heard the
voice of our old rose still calling my children, "Come home, come home."

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The Victory of Love

Early in the morning--in the morning of life.
Resting while the flowers unfolding to soothe the burning day of
strife.
Fleeting hands lingering nearer, pressing down the folds of my shade.
A heart of gold ye diamond light transparent, to my soul such love
is made.

I must rise and be ascending, while the flowers are in full bloom.
Through the fields be swiftly passing, the fleeting hours of noon.
I shall gather while praising on the lyre, a few wreaths are strewn.
That I shall rest through the evening, for the night shall triumph
soon.

I shall ascend beyond the evening, to a field of light that is shown.
With hearts like gold ye love transparent, before a great white throne.
There again it shall be morning, for he made that day of rest you see.
Calling those fleeting hands come hither; those that love, are loved
by me.

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A High Praise--by Thomas Alvin Edison, the Great Apostle

I abjure thee by the living God that the truth be found in thee.
For the soul of man also needs light, wandering through eternity.

The living God he reigns in all the earth and watches on man's ways.
He demands in him that we believe serving through our evil days.

Mosier Alleuher's great son has shown the beautiful way
With light for the living mind of man from the haze of these
cloud-strewn days.

We shall serve the living God, ministering saints of the air.
Or be driven from his beautiful light to the dark'ning realms of
despair.

The living mind hastens to prepare desperately at the closing our here.
Something with which to join the high hosts watching over the earth
up there.

Behold, I show the great mystery to thee, for the Lord shall make it
fair.
Ye minds shall soon depart from the earth, to join the Lord in the air.

The soul's refuge is found in life that praises here.
All glory to the Lord on high who brought great joy and salvation near.

Ye thunders in darkness lash with rage, the Lord is not in them found.
But in peace with his saints over the beautiful world his spirit is
bound.

O arise ye hosts