Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth
Lest thou should stumble in the way
And faint before the truth.
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
Must all his powers employ.
To labor and to love
To pardon and endure
To lift thy heart to God above
And keep thy conscience pure.
Be this thy constant aim
Thy hope
thy chief delight
That matter who should whisper blame
Or how should scorn or slight.
What matters—if God approve
And if within thy breast
Thou feel the comfort of His love
The earnest of His rest?
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