Classic Poem

Noble message! truly, bravely,
E'er the dying father strove
Thus to live and toil for others,
With a life-long zeal and love.
Now his mantle must be yielded,
Who should wear it but his son?
Who but he, by such a father,
Should to such a path be won?

Glorious message! when his jewels
God shall gather from the dust,
He who such a message heedeth
Shall be numbered with the just.
He who lives and toils for others,
Bearing meekly every cross,
Shall be found by the Refiner
Gold forever free from dross.

Holy message! fitly uttered
By the dying lips of one
Who in humble self-denial
Daily followed God's dear Son.
Let the motto, " Live for others , "
On our hearts be written now;
For the unselfish spirit weareth
Heaven's mark upon his brow.