Classic Poem

The World is in the Valley of Decision;
It is standing at the parting of the ways;
Will it climb the steps of God to realm elysian —
Or fall on horror of still darker days?

Will it free itself of every shameful shackle?
Will it claim the glorious freedom of the brave?
Will it lose the soul of Life in this debacle,
And sink into a mean dishonored grave?

All the world is in the Valley of Decision,
And out of it there is but one sure road;
Eyes unsealed can still foresee the mighty vision
Of a world in travail turning unto God.

All the world is in the Valley of Decision.
Who shall dare its future destiny foretell?
Will it yield its soul unto the Heavenly Vision,
Or sink despairing into its own hell?

The World is in the Valley of Decision;
— It is standing at the parting of the ways;
Will it climb the steps of God to realm elysian —
— Or fall on horror of still darker days?

Will it free itself of every shameful shackle?
— Will it claim the glorious freedom of the brave?
Will it lose the soul of Life in this debacle,
— And sink into a mean dishonored grave?

All the world is in the Valley of Decision,
— And out of it there is but one sure road;
Eyes unsealed can still foresee the mighty vision
— Of a world in travail turning unto God.

All the world is in the Valley of Decision.
— Who shall dare its future destiny foretell?
Will it yield its soul unto the Heavenly Vision,
— Or sink despairing into its own hell?