Classic Poem

Of the ills we daily see,
Let us cleanse society.
Look to Jesus in the sky—
Lift the social standard high.

To a proud, exalted plane,
Love of self should ne'er attain,
In the highest social creed,
Should be found a brother's need.

Through a world of sin and woe,
Doing kindness as we go,
It should be the social plan,
Thus to lift a fellow-man.

Looking to a throne of grace—
Lifting up a fallen race—
Even in society,
Jesus eminent should be.

As the planets beam so bright,
Circling, filled with sunny light,
Social planets we should be,
Of the grandest purity.

Round the Christ should we revolve,
Spreading rays of peace and love,
O'er the path by aliens trod,
Lifting strangers up to God.

Freed from social darkness here,
Heaven to meet us draweth near,
Angels chant the glad refrain,
Eden shall be pure again.