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Three stars that shine on the trail of life can make man's pathway bright,
And one is the strength of the living God, that stands in his heart upright,
And one is a noble woman's love, on which his heart may lean,
And one is the sight of his country's flag, to keep his courage keen.
Who knows the balm of the summer's calm or the chords of the
blizzard's hymn And finds not God in blast and breeze, his sense is strangely dim, For he whose ear is attuned can hear the very planets sing That the soul of man, by a God-wrought plan, is the heir of
creation's King.
Who feels the joy of the golden days with her who shares his
mood In the sun-washed wastes of the prairie hills or the breaks of
the tangled wood; Who has won the fate of a steel-true mate, real comrade, friend
and wife, He tastes the kiss of Elysian bliss in instant, earthly life.
Who sees the gleam of the Stars and Stripes, on land or sea
displayed, Atilt in the reek of the battle-smoke or aloft o'er the marts of
trade — Unless his veins are the sluggish drains for the blood of a craven
race.— He will gain new life for a better strife, whatever the odds he
face.
So that is the rede and the homely creed of one who has spelled
it forth In the rivers' sweep and the splendors deep of the stars of the
hardy North; To some, I ween, it may seem but mean; too short, too blunt,
too plain, But if those I touch who have felt as much, it will not have been
in vain.
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