Strike The Chords Softly

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Title:     Strike The Chords Softly
Author: Mrs. J. C. Yule [More Titles by Yule]

Strike the chords softly with tremulous fingers,
While, on the threshold of happiest years,
For a brief moment fond memory lingers,
Ere we go forth to life's conflicts and fears!

Strike the chords softly!--yet no, as we tarry,
Swiftly the morning is gliding away;
Weary ones droop 'neath the burdens they carry,
Toiling ones faint in the heat of the day.

Let us not linger!--Earth's millions are crying
"Come to us, aid us, we grope in the night!
Come to us, aid us, we're perishing, dying--
Give us, oh, give us, the heavenly Light!"

Let us not linger!--our brethren are calling,--
"Aid us, the harvest increases each day;--
Some have grown weary, alas, of their toiling!--
Others have passed from their labors away."

Gracious Redeemer we go at thy bidding,
Gladly encountering peril and loss;
Take us--ourselves to thy work we are giving,
Giveus--'tis more than we merit--_thy cross!_

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Mrs. J. C. Yule's poem: Strike The Chords Softly

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