“Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.”
“The folded hands seem idle:
If folded at his word,
‘Tis a holy service, trust me,
In obedience to the Lord.”
Man is the only animal that has hands; the hand, therefore, is one of the marks of man’s rank and of his power. With his hand he conquers nature; with his hand he does the great works that distinguish him in God’s creation; with his hand he cultivates the soil, fells the trees of the forest, tunnels the mountains, builds cities, constructs machines, belts the globe with iron rails, navigates the sea and turns all the wheels of business. It is man’s hand, too, which gives form and reality to the dreams and the visions of man’s brain and soul. With his hand the thinker puts his thoughts into written words, to become powers into the world; with his hand the poet weaves into graceful lines the gentle inspirations of his Muse; with his hand the musician interprets on his instrument the marvelous harmonies that move and stir men’s hearts to their depths; with his hand the artist puts on his canvas the wonderful creations of his genius which immortalize his name and become part of the world’s heritage of beauty.
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