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Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4314, 28 October 1882, Page 1

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THE TfIUTH SHALL MAKE TOU F»BE.

The waves unbuild the wasting shore J Where mountains towered the billows

sweep, / Yet still their borrowed spoils restore And raise new empires from the deep.

So while the floods of thought lay waste The old domain of chartered creeds, Its Heaven-appointed tides, will haste To shape new homes for human needs.

Bo ours to mark with hearts unchilled Tho change an outworn age deplores; Tho legend sinks, but faith shall build A fairer throne on newfound shores;

Tho star shall glow in tho Western skiei That shone- o'or Betlilpliem's Kallowed shrine, And once again the temple rise „ That crowned the rock of Palestine.

Not when the ■wondering shepherds towed Did angels sing their latest song, t Nor vet to Israel's kneeling crowd ''(: , Did Heaven's one sacred dome belong.

Let priest and prophet hare their dues, ■ The Levite counts but half a man, Whose proud salvation of tho Jews Shuts out the Good Samaritan!

Though scattered far the flock may stray, His own the Shepherd still shall claim, The saints who never learnt to piayt 1 ' The friends who never spoke His name.

Dear Mastor, while we hear Thy voice, That says " The truth shall make you free/ Thy servants still, by loving choice, - 0, keep us faithful unto Thee ! OtivEu Wendkli; Homus.