Youth Servant
“Youth Servant”
Uphold my lowly soul, so close
Let thy strong but tender gribs assail
Drift through the loopholes of my pride at thy will
So far beneath, build up a lowly force.
Aid me lift the weary coil
Set loose the fastened mode
O my, to float once more far above my fall
Where no more, my soul shall fold
With me, a daily force may
Where life & love for the young will give
All my strength, as long as I live
With brothers’ help, day by day.
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