So I cling to my mother's Bible, in its torn and tattered boards, As one of the greatest gems of art and the king of all other hoards, As in life the true consoler, and in death ere the Judgment Call, The guide that will lead to the shining shore where the Father waits for all. From a Very Old Scrapbook. IF ALL WHO HATE WOULD LOVE US If all who hate would love us, If those who whine would whistle, Were things that now are not; Then love would kneel to duty, A dream within a dream. If men would cease to worry, If neighbor spake to neighbor, James Newton Matthews, in Washington Star. PATRIOTISM Breathes there the man with soul so dead, "This is my own, my native land!" Whose heart hath ne'er witnin him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? Living, shall forfeit fair renown, Sir Walter Scott, in "Lay of the Last Minstrel." "I SHALL NOT PASS AGAIN THIS WAY" For several years before his death, Mr. Daniel S. Ford, the proprietor, editor and builder of the Youths Companion, because of delicate health, did his work and managed his mammoth business from a little room in his home in one of the beautiful parks of Boston. When loving hands cleared the plain but convenient desk, there was found, in a conspicuous place, much worn with frequent handling, the following poem. If the author had intended to describe Mr. Ford's daily words and actions, she could not have done so in more appropriate language. The bread that bringeth strength I want to give, I want to help the fainting day by day; I want to give the oil of joy for tears, The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears. I want to give good measure running o'er, I want to give to others hope and faith, Ellen H. Underwood. YOUR MISSION (This was President Lincoln's favorite song, one which he encored when sung at a Sunday School convention in Washington in 1864.) If you cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet Laughing at the storms you meet, If you are too weak to journey Up the mountain, steep and high, If you have not gold and silver O'er the erring you can weep; If you cannot in the harvest Garner up the richest sheaves, Go and glean among the briers If you cannot in the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true, You can go with careful tread- Do not, then, stand idly waiting She will never come to you. You can find it anywhere. Mrs. Ellen M. H. Gates. THANK GOD EVERY MORNING Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle never know. Charles Kingsley. |