MY TRIUMPHANT FINALE

Words are mighty, words are living;

Serpents with their venomous stings,

Or bright angels crowding round us,

With heaven's light upon their wings;

Every word has its own spirit,

True or false, that never dies;

Every word man's lips have uttered

Echoes in God's skies.

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