Do the Thing You Know Is Right

Far beyond the darkling storm-clouds Glows a brilliant orb of light, And the God of all the ages Bids thee do the thing that's right. Sensuous sins have robbed thy spirit Of its radiant light divine; Worldly gods torment and tear it. Through thy worship at their shrine. Awful is the state of bondage That thy fondest hopes will blight — You can never be a freeman Till you do the thing that's right. Men may talk of worldly glory, i^nd the dread of princely power, They may fret, and fume, and bluster, Till their weaklings cringe and cower; But the man with one conviction That is born of truth and light, Leads his forces on to conquer, When he wields the sword of right. In the name of all the heroes Who have fought for freedom's cause, In the name of saints and sages, Who received God's righteous laws, In the name of bleeding martyrs, And the hosts of angels bright, I demand of thee, my brother, Do the thing you know is right. Far beyond thy ken of vision, Far beyond thy fancy's flights, Shines the sun of true advancement O'er a vale of sweet delights. Linger not, my fallen brother, In these dreary vales of night — Burst thv fetters! "Be a hero!" Do the thing you know is right. Alfred Osmond. Pkovo. U.ah