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How can we look up, to our teachers
Unless they are higher than we?
Come up, then, ex priests, & ye preachers
Come up on Truth's hill top, & see
How haggard the creeds, you are vaunting
When viewed from the mountains above
And how all that this sad earth, is wanting
Is the sweet selfless lesson of Love.

Just for Today.
"As thy day so shall thy strength be"

Just for today; tomorrow is not mine
And may be spent where days unclouded shine
This cross is heavy, for an upward way
My weak hands tremble; give me strength today.
Just for today; the poorist child am I.
That heavenward looks, yet ravens when
they cry.

Receive thy bounty, tho' despised are they,
Remember, then, this lowly heart today.