THE MAN IN THE BOY.

In the acorn is wrapped the forest,
In the little brook, the sea;

The twig that will sway with the sparrow, to-day,
Is to-morrow's sturdy tree.

There is hope in a mother's joy,

Like a peach in its blossom furled,

And a noble boy, a gentle boy,

A manly boy is king of the world.

The power that will never fail us
Is the soul of simple truth;
The oak that defies the stormiest skies
Was upright in its youth;
The beauty no time can destroy

In the pure young heart is furled;

And a worthy boy, a tender boy,

A faithful boy is king of the world.

The cub of the royal lion

Is regal in his play;

The eaglet's pride is as fiery-eyed
As the old bird's bald and gray.

The nerve that heroes employ

In the child's young arm is furled,

And a gallant boy, a truthful boy,

A brave, pure boy is king of the world.
-GEORGE SHEPARD BURLEIGH.

MAKE THIS A DAY.

Make this a day. There is no gain
In brooding over days to come;
The message of to-day is plain,
The future's lips are ever dumb.
The work of yesterday is gone-
For good or ill, let come what
But now we face another dawn,
Make this a day.

Though yesterday we failed to see

may;

The urging hand and earnest face

That men call Opportunity;

We failed to know the time or place For some great deed; what need to fret? The dawn comes up a silver gray And golden moments must be met. Make this a day.

This day is yours; your work is yours;
The odds are not who pays your hire,
The thing accomplished-that endures,
If it be what the days require.
He who takes up his daily round,

As one new armored for the fray,
Tomorrow steps on solid ground.
Make this a day.

The day is this, the time is now;

No better hour was ever hereWho waits upon the when and how Remains forever in the rear. Though yesterday were wasted stuff, Your feet will still seek out the way. Tomorrow holds not time enough.

Make this a day.

-The Trend.

RECOMPENSE.

Your life is a drear, irksome round, you say,

Of labor, and strife, and turmoil,—

You are drudging and battling and striving each day, With no recompense for your toil.

But, my friend, don't you know that the fault lies within; Face about! Raise your head; don't blame Fate; Meet the world with a smile! Ginger up!" Lift

your chin!

Resolve! Act! It is not too late.

You have been perseverant and patient, you say,

But your troubles and griefs have been sore;

You have tried the "I will" course; it worked the

wrong way,

You give up, you cannot do more.

But, my dear, we must all have our trials, you know, Yours are naught when with others' compared; Don't think of your own; to some poor brother go, And take his, soon your own will be shared.

But you tell me that you have these formulas tried, And you know they don't lead to success;

You have smiled; you have toiled, and your troubles defied;

You've helped others; your woes are no less. Ah, well, after all, if you're doing your best,

The struggle is well worth the cost;

With the full satisfaction 'twill bring to your breast,

Your labor can never be lost.

-DAISY MAYTUM KELSO.