Classic Poem

Mankind moves onward through the night of Time,”
On, though the stars are dim,
While through the darkness, like to Egypt's gloom,
There comes no morning gleam.
Mankind moves onward; God is yet on earth;
And men grow worthier their immortal birth.

“Mankind moves onward through the night of Time;”
For God is with us still,
In all our songs the key-note still to sound,
And work his sovereign will:
That purpose, vast and glorious, yet shall stand,
Till this fair earth shall be Immanuel's land.

“Mankind moves onward through the night of Time;”
And One—fair Bethlehem's Star—
His rugged path illumes with light of truth
Sublime, and from afar,
Mingling with earth-born hopes, till, free from dross,
Through discipline, all else is counted loss.

“Mankind moves onward through the night of Time.”
Then faint not, O my soul!
Thou art thyself God's child among the rest,
And thou shalt reach the goal;
And all thou lovest with thyself shall stand,
Forever safe from sin, at God's right hand.