His loving eye sees through all evil good. 
Man’s life is but a breath; but lo with Him
To-day, to-morrow, yesterday, are one
One in the cycle of eternal time
That hath beginning none, nor any end. 
The Earth revolving round her sire, the Sun,
Measures the flying year of mortal man,
But who shall measure God’s eternal year? 
The unbegotten, everlasting God;
Unmade, eternal, all-pervading power;
Center and source of all things, high and low,
Maker and master of the Universe—­
Ah, nay, the mighty Universe itself! 
All things in nature bear God’s signature
So plainly writ that he who runs may read. 
We know not what life is; how may we know
Death—­what it is, or what may lie beyond? 
Whoso forgets his God forgets himself.

Let me not blindly judge my brother man: 
There is but one just judge; there is but one
Who knows the hearts of men.  Him let us praise—­
Not with blind prayer, or idle, sounding psalms—­
But let us daily in our daily works,
Praise God by righteous deeds and brother-love. 
Go forth into the forest and observe—­
For men believe their eyes and doubt their ears—­
The creeping vine, the shrub, the lowly bush,
The dwarfed and stunted trees, the bent and bowed,
And here and there a lordly oak or elm,
And o’er them all a tall and princely pine. 
All struggle upward, but the many fail;
The low dwarfed by the shadows of the great,
The stronger basking in the genial sun. 
Observe the myriad fishes of the seas—­
The mammoths and the minnows of the deep. 
Behold the eagle and the little wren,
The condor on his cliff, the pigeon-hawk,
The teal, the coot, the broad-winged albatross. 
Turn to the beasts in forest and in field—­
The lion, the lynx, the mammoth and the mouse,
The sheep, the goat, the bullock and the horse,
The fierce gorillas and the chattering apes—­
Progenitors and prototypes of man. 
Not only differences in genera find,
But grades in every kind and every class.

I would not doom to serfdom or to toil
One race, one caste, one class, or any man: 
Give every honest man an honest chance;
Protect alike the rich man and the poor;
Let not the toiler live upon a crust
While Croesus’ bread is buttered on both sides.

O people’s king and shepherd, throned Law,
Strike down the monsters of Monopoly. 
Lift up thy club, O mighty Hercules! 
Behold thy “Labors” yet unfinished are: 
Tear off thy Nessus shirt and bare thine arms. 
The Numean lion fattens on our flocks;
The Lernean Hydra coils around our farms,
Our towns, our mills, our mines, our factories;
The triple monster Geryon lives again,
Grown quadruple, and over all our plains
And thousand hills his fattening oxen feed. 
Stymphalean buzzards ravage round our fields;
The Augean stables reeking stench the land;
The hundred-headed monster Cerberus,