Speak, History! Who are Life's vie tors? Unroll thy long annals and say, Are they those whom the world called the victors who won the success of a day? The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans, who fell at Thermopyla's tryst, Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges or Socrates? Pilate or Christ? -William Wetmore Story. D LOVE'S PRAYER EAR LORD! Kind Lord! Tenderly to-day! Weed their hearts of weari ness; Scatter every care, Down a wake of angel wings Bring unto the sorrowing O divide, I pray, This vast treasure of content That is mine to-day! -James Whitcomb Riley. THE HAPPIEST HEART W HO drive the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame, The happiest heart that ever beat That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. -John Vance Cheney. THE SLEEP He giveth His beloved sleep.-Psalm cxxvii., 2. F all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Now tell me if that any is, What would we give to our beloved? The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows? He giveth His beloved-sleep. What do we give to our beloved? The whole earth blasted for our sake: 66 Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, Who have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep: But never doleful dream again O earth, so full of dreary noises! His dews drop mutely on the hill, Though on its slope men sow and reap: More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, |