well i know the turkey is young and tender for i raised him from the egg myself." "I have often received munificent fees from grateful patients that my skill has helped relieve," said the doctor, "but I was never more touched by a gift in all my professional experience than when that little country chap's turkey in the rough little box with the words 'expresses all pade' written on every side, was delivered to me." Kingston (N. Y.) Freeman. A MORNING PRAYER Oh, may I be strong and brave today, May the simple heart of a child be mine, Let me fill the day with a hope divine With the golden levers of love and light Through a path with kindly deeds made bright Let me rest in peace. Amen. By permission. Nixon Waterman. SOMETIME, SOMEWHERE Unanswered yet? the prayer your lips have pleaded Does faith begin to fail? Is hope departing? Unanswered yet? though when you first presented Unanswered yet? nay, do not say ungranted, The work began when your first prayer was uttered, If you keep the incense burning there, Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered; THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note We buried him darkly, at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone- Charles Wolfe. GENTLE LIFE This fair tree that shadows us from the sun hath grown many years in its place without more unhappiness than the loss of its leaves in winter, which the succeeding season doth generously repair, and shall we be less contented in the place where God has planted us? Or shall there go less time to the making of a man than to the growth of a tree? This stream floweth dimpling and laughing down to the great sea which it knoweth not, yet it doth not fret because the future is hidden; and it were doubtless wise in us to accept the mysteries of life as cheerfully and go forward with a merry heart, considering that we know enough to make us happy and keep us honest for today. A man should be well content if he can see so far ahead of him as the next bend in the stream. What lies beyond let him trust in the hand of God. By permission. Henry Van Dyke. THE VOICE IN THE TWILIGHT I was sitting alone, toward the twilight, With thoughts that were morbid and gloomy, Some homely work I was doing For the child of my love and care, But my thoughts were about the "building," And that only the gold and the silver And remembering my own poor efforts. "It is nothing but 'wood, hay and stubble,' I said; "It will all be burned This useless fruit of the talents "And I have so longed to serve Him, And sometimes I know I have tried; But I'm sure when he sees such building, He will never let it abide." |