Copyright 1943, 2000, Ruth M. Stewart
- How can a world that's full of odious strife
- Bring joy unto the everlasting soul?
- How can we meet with merry laughter, Life
- Who stole our hearts as careless errors' toll
- For all the blunders doubting mortals make
- While disobeying sacred words He spoke?
- To Him who knows, our deeds must seem opaque.
- Can muddled minds like ours remain unbroke?
- We must be brave, survive and carry on
- Upon our strength all future life depends.
- We've had our cruel prolegomenon,
- And now we have to cease our heedless trends
- Of putting off the things that are of weight
- And thus attain the goal which is our fate.