John Greenleaf Whittier

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden read more

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.

Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.

Simply duty hath no place for fear.

Simply duty hath no place for fear.

So let it be in God's own might
We gird us for the coming fight,
And, strong read more

So let it be in God's own might
We gird us for the coming fight,
And, strong in Him whose cause is ours
In conflict with unholy powers,
We grasp the weapons he has given,--
The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.