AIDS TO SUCCESS. I'm thankful, truly thankful, I have kind and loving friends, Who wait with willing hearts and hands to help me gain my ends; The faith which they repose in me is strength through thick and thin, I dare not disappoint them, so I feel I'm bound to win. And yet, I must be truthful, so I frankly here confess There is another, stronger, force impels me toward success; A doubting few have said I'll fail, and so I feel I must To make them swallow their remarks-confound 'em! -win or bu'st. -NIXON WATERMAN. THE PRESENT. Do not crouch to-day, and worship The old Past whose life is fled: Hush voice with tender reverence, your Crowned he lies, but cold and dead; For the Present reigns our monarch, With an added weight of hours; Honor her, for she is mighty! Honor her, for she is ours! See, the shadows of his heroes She inherits all his treasures, Living on his grave she stands; Coward, can she reign and conquer Let us fight for her as nobly —ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. THE UNSEEN GUIDE. There is no blind, unguided chance: As star-worlds in the Milky Way. The brook that, down it's sinuous way, Runs to its marriage with the sea, Not less predestined than the shock Of arrowy torrents foaming free Or madly hurled from rock to rock. The prize we can not miss or hold! The simplest rill, whose gurgled speech Is musical mirth, could better teach How inward laws our fates unfold. Great Nature, nurse of mortal life, Smiling or stern, nor threats nor bribes, Right on, nor heeds our plaints or gibes. Yet, under all, and life of all, A mother heart beats warm and great; Nor know how all things undulate. Let him thank God who, at the last, Though sorely scourged by storm and wave, On any solid shore is cast. There shall he find the very blast That wrecked will drift him food to save. More proudly may he tread the wreck Of shattered hopes compelled, once more, Of his gay barque and turned from shore. Strength comes from trial, soon or late, No scowling fortune daunt with ill. -GEORGE SHEPARD BURLEIGH. |