WHICH IS BEST?
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And breast the current of wind and wave,
Though its doom may be an ocean grave:
Though its doom may be an ocean grave:
But is it not better to furl the sail
Of a ship that has weathered many a gale;
And calmly sit with the Port in view
And praise the Pilot who steered us through?
Of a ship that has weathered many a gale;
And calmly sit with the Port in view
And praise the Pilot who steered us through?
When our cup of joy to the brim is filled,
And the mentor voice within is stilled;
E'en then, the heart sighs for the rest that remains,
For those pleasures which ne'er are embittered by pains.
And the mentor voice within is stilled;
E'en then, the heart sighs for the rest that remains,
For those pleasures which ne'er are embittered by pains.
Who questions—which best is—the conflict's strife,
The hoarse cry half-muttered of "Life for life;"
Or the rest that follows the battle's roar,
And the song of peace, on either shore?
The hoarse cry half-muttered of "Life for life;"
Or the rest that follows the battle's roar,
And the song of peace, on either shore?
Then what though life seem but a bright starry gleam,
A sweet cup just tasted, a battle, a dream;
A sail on an ocean to harbor unknown?
Faith smiling points upward, and Hope beckons "On!"
A sweet cup just tasted, a battle, a dream;
A sail on an ocean to harbor unknown?
Faith smiling points upward, and Hope beckons "On!"
