Our time here is short.
We can pass through this world but once;
As we pass along,
Let us make the most of life.
The work to which we are called does
Not require wealth or social position or great ability.
It requires a kindly,
self-sacrificing spirit and a steadfast purpose.
A lamp, however small,
If kept steadily burning,
May be the means of lighting many other lamps.
Our sphere of influence may seem narrow,
Our ability small,
Our opportunities few,
Our acquirements limited,
Yet wonderful possibilities are ours through
A faithful use of the opportunities of our own homes.
If we will open our hearts and homes to the divine principles of life,
We shall but become channels for currents of life-giving power.
From our homes will flow streams of healing,
Bringing life, and beauty,
And fruitfulness where now are barreness and death.
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