RITUAL NOT RELIGION

TELUGU E. INDIAN, 16th Century A.D.

Will seeing Concan make a dog a lion?
Or Kasi make a pig as great
As any elephant? How then
Can they a saintly man create?

Though he should daily read or hear
The Veds, the sinner still is vile.
Will not its blackness still appear

Though coal be washed in milk a while.

Thy creed and prayers may both be right,
But see that truth makes every plan;
Else thou shalt never see the light.

The truthful is the twice-born man.

The fount of happiness is in

The heart. The foolish man confides
In man! He's like the stupid swain

Who seeks the lamb his bosom hides.

b. SOCIAL (GOD IN ALL GREAT MOVEMENTS)

1. Social Struggle

From THE PRESENT CRISIS

JAMES RUSSELL Lowell

Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes, they were souls that stood alone,

While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone, Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline

To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine, By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme

design.

By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleeding feet I track, Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns not back,

And these mounts of anguish number how each generation learned

One new word of that grand Credo which in prophet-hearts hath burned

Since the first man stood God-conquered with his face to
Heaven upturned.

For Humanity sweeps onward: where to-day the martyr stands,
On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands;
Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots

burn,

While the hooting mob of yesterday in the silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into history's golden urn.

THE PRESENT

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTOR

Do not crouch to-day and worship
The old Past whose life is fled,
Hush your voice with tender reverence,
Crowned he lies, but cold and dead;
For the Present reigns our monarch,
With an added weight of hours;
Honour her for she is mighty!
Honour her, for she is ours!

See the shadows of his heroes,
Girt around her cloudy throne;
Every day the ranks are strengthened
By great hearts to him unknown;
Noble things the great Past promised,
Holy dreams both strange and new,

But the Present shall fulfil them,
What he promised, she shall do.

She inherits all his treasures,

She is heir to all his fame;
And the light that lightens round her
Is the lustre of his name.

She is wise with all his wisdom,

Living on his grave she stands;
On her brow she bears his laurels,
And his harvest in her hands.

Coward, can she reign and conquer
If we thus her glory dim?
Let us fight for her as nobly

As our fathers fought for him.
God, who crowns the dying ages,
Bids her rule and us obey;
Bids us cast our lives before her,
Bids us save the great To-day.

2. National Affairs

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

JULIA WARD HOWE

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on!"

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat. Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me ;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

UNMANIFEST DESTINY

RICHARD HOVEY

To what new fates, my country, far
And unforeseen of foe or friend,
Beneath what unexpected star,

Compelled to what unchosen end,

Across the sea that knows no beach
The ADMIRAL of NATIONS guides
Thy blind obedient keels to reach
The harbor where thy future rides!

The guns that spoke at Lexington
Knew not that God was planning then

The trumpet words of Jefferson

To bugle forth the rights of men.

To them that wept and cursed Bull Run,
What was it but despair and shame?
Who saw behind the cloud the sun?

Who knew that God was in the flame?

Had not defeat upon defeat,
Disaster on disaster come,
The slave's emancipated feet

Had never marched behind the drum.

There is a Hand that bends our deeds
To mightier issues than we planned;
Each son that triumphs, each that bleeds,
My country, serves Its dark command.

I do not know beneath what sky

Nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high,

I only know it shall be great.

THE REPUBLIC

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union! strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,

With all its hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast and sail and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge, at what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
'Tis of the wave, and not the rock:
'Tis but the flapping of a sail
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempests' roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,

Our faith, triumphant o'er our fears,

Are all with thee-are all with thee!