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The Ringing Word (Poem)

The ringing word goes round the world
That man's a slave no longer:
The kingdom of the coming time
Is his to win by highest thought,
And works of love in wisdom wrought,
Till light shall over darkness triumph,
And all things beautiful and strong grow fairer, stronger.

The ringing word goes round the world
That man to man is brother:
His hand no longer raised to strike
The fatal blow, but stretched to bring
Swift aid to manhood perishing,
His heart with noblest impulse throbbing,
Seeing his own soul's self in likeness of another.

The ringing word goes round the world
That life is worth the living:
The dark dead days of doubt and fear
Are fled; no tyrant fetters bind
The joyous pinions of the mind,
True to her heavenward aspiration,
Soaring with fearless wing to claim her share in God's free giving.

There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.

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