Poems (Coolidge)/The Soul's Stature
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THE SOUL'S STATURE
It is not what one does, but what one tries to do, that makes the soul strong and fit for a noble career.
—E. P. Tenney
—E. P. Tenney
As clay within the potter's hand
Is fashionèd at his command,
So, if to God our wills we yield,
And trust His purpose unrevealed,
Unconscious we in stature grow,
Through golden days, in times of woe;
'Tis not alone by deeds we do,
Our souls become both strong and true;
The striving e'er to perfect be,
Doth fit us for eternity.
Is fashionèd at his command,
So, if to God our wills we yield,
And trust His purpose unrevealed,
Unconscious we in stature grow,
Through golden days, in times of woe;
'Tis not alone by deeds we do,
Our souls become both strong and true;
The striving e'er to perfect be,
Doth fit us for eternity.