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Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the

dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought

and action-

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

36.

This is my prayer to thee, my lord-strike, strike at the root of

penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees

before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will

with love.

37.

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of

my power,-that the path before me was closed, that provisions

were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent

obscurity.