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 By SARAH ROBERTS WALLBAUM 
 
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 ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 BY 
 
 ALFRED JUERGENS 
 
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 Copyright 1912 
 
 by Sarah Roberts IVallbau) 
 
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j|[S there anything more glorious, 
 Is there anything more grand, 
 Than to stand within Thy Palace. 
 Lighted only by Thy hand? 
 
 On Thy walls hang wondrous paintings, 
 
 Varied colors rich and rare; 
 Human hand has ne'er been able 
 
 To portray the beauties there. 
 
 And Thy richly studded ceiling, 
 With its precious jewel stars,- 
 
 Venus in her stately setting, 
 
 Throwing love-light out to Mars. 
 
With Thy opalescent moonbeams 
 All ag:low with heavenly Li§:ht,- 
 
 Oh, how g;rand and Oh, how §;lorious! 
 Is the palace of the night. 
 
 Thy floor so richly covered 
 
 With its soft dark velvet grass, 
 
 Free, for one and all to traverse, 
 Free, for one and all to pass. 
 
 'Tis a palace all can enter, 
 
 Not for royalty alone, 
 ^Tis ruled by the King of justice, 
 
 On a throne not made of stone. 
 
Oh, the g:randeur of Thy beauties! 
 
 Oh, the majesty of might! 
 Blazoned forth within Thy Palace, 
 
 The palace of the night. 
 
 g^tanb f orlrr at ll|c Soor of C!;I]0U9l|l 
 
 g'tand Porter at the Door of Thought! 
 And welcome only those 
 
 o build the Kingdom from within, 
 And eive the Soul repose. 
 
g^AID the Demon of Hate 
 To the Angel of Love, 
 
 What is all this talk 
 About God from above? 
 
 The King; of my Kingdom 
 
 Is Monarch of all, 
 And can sway the whole world 
 
 With wormwood and gall. 
 
 He has blast'd the castles 
 And poison'd the hearts 
 
 Of men the world over, 
 With fiery darts. 
 
He has cover'd the fields 
 Where lilies have grown, 
 
 With blood from your heroes 
 And laugh 'd at their moan. 
 
 He has planted despair 
 In the hearts of the young, 
 
 And started them downward 
 With venomous tongue. 
 
 He has taken the great, 
 He has taken the small, 
 
 And lockd them in dungeon 
 With chain and with ball. 
 
Ha! Angel of Love, 
 
 We have proved to you this,- 
 Ruler of Paradise 
 
 And Heavenly bliss. 
 
 ^aid the Ang;el of Love, 
 To the Demon of Hate, 
 
 Thou art Error's disguise, 
 In the blackest state. 
 
 My God is Omnipotent, 
 Eternal and Right, 
 
 He Illumines the World 
 With Infinite Light. 
 
He has lifted the fallen 
 He has heal'd the maimed. 
 
 And started them upward 
 With courage regfain'd. 
 
 He has wip'd away tears, 
 He has quieted moan, 
 
 And planted the Lilies 
 
 Where Thistles have grown. 
 
 He has heal'd the sting 
 Of your venomous tongue, 
 
 And gladdened the hearts 
 Of old, and of young. 
 
He has open'd the doors 
 
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 Of your Dungeons of Night, 
 And freed your chain'd inmates 
 With Truth and with Lig-ht. 
 
 He is ruler of earth, 
 Of wind and of sea, 
 
 And made man in his image 
 True, God-like and free. 
 
 Yea, black Demon of Hate, 
 Thou art Error's disguise. 
 
 The serpent of Eden, 
 A phantom that dies. 
 
love the Greatest fertilizer 
 3s Omnipotent, and so 
 (ttan make the frailest flower, 
 miossom like the Golden Glow. 
 
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 jME stood at the window watching, 
 
 Awaiting the birth of day, 
 While the Queen of night 
 Receded from sight 
 'Neath a cloud of sombre gray. 
 
 And the stars were fast retiring 
 
 To their Celestial beds; 
 They had watched all night 
 With twinkling light 
 
 And were nodding their sleepy heads, 
 
 Slowly King Light was appearing, 
 Painting the Heavens with rose;- 
 
 He had studied apart 
 
 With the Master of Art 
 
 In the Holy Realm of Repose. 
 
Then Lo! in wondrous beauty, 
 Bursts forth the Dawn so bright! 
 
 The King- of Day 
 
 Had sent Night away 
 And flooded the world with Light. 
 
 We thank thee, O God, for the Sunrise 
 We thank thee for the birth of day;- 
 
 And may we be led 
 
 By the Master who said 
 ''Lo, I am with thee alway." 
 
^/jTIS false, My friends, 
 
 That I come no more 
 I am still knocking:, 
 Outside your door. 
 
 If you'll but open 
 
 And let me in,- 
 'Tis never too late 
 
 To Wake and Beg:in. 
 
 I bring to you gems 
 From, my Golden Store, 
 
 If youll but listen 
 And open your door. 
 
Awake, my friends, 
 
 And let me in! 
 'Tis never loo late 
 
 To Wake and Beg"in. 
 
 JTorget the dark days with their clouds, 
 Hith their storms of hardship and g:rief ; 
 5Io recall them lessens the sunshine, 
 Olhat falls on today's Golden Sheaf. 
 
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 iON'T let your courage wane, 
 
 There's a turn to every lane; 
 
 Just keep g:oin§: with your face toward the sun, 
 
 No matter what they say 
 
 Just keep e:oing- on your way 
 
 And some day victory you 11 have won. 
 
 (jjhere's plenty w^ho will laud, 
 
 And plenty whoMl applaud, 
 
 AYhen endeavors have been crowned with success 
 
 But there's one who's always near, 
 
 One who offers Love and Cheer, 
 
 Trust and Know and your efforts he will bless. 
 

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