One bright curl from its fair mates take, They were somebody's pride, you know: Somebody's hand had rested there,-- Was it a mother's soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in those waves of light? God knows best; he has somebody's love; Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above Night and morn on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand. Somebody's waiting and watching for him Yearning to hold him again to the heart And there he lies with his blue eyes dim, And the smiling childlike lips apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead, Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; Carve on the wooden slab at his head,"Somebody's Darling slumbers here." MARIE R. LACOSTE. THE CHILDREN. WHEN the lessons and tasks are all ended, To bid me good-night and be kissed; While it wakes to the pulse of the past, Ere the world and its wickedness made me A partner of sorrow and sin When the glory of God was about me, All my heart grows as weak as a woman's, They are idols of hearts and of households; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, I ask not a life for the dear ones, All radiant, as others have done, I would pray God to guard them from evil, But a sinner must pray for himself. The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod; I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, My love is the law of the school. I shall leave the old house in the autumn, That meet me each morn at the door! I shall miss the "good-nights" and the kisses, I shall miss them at morn and at even, And Death says, "The school is dismissed!" May the little ones gather around me To bid me good-night and be kissed! CHARLES M. DICKINSON. BE LIKE THE SUN. BE like the sun, that pours its ray To glad and glorify the day. Be like the moon, that sheds its light PRIZE QUOTATIONS. Cash prizes to the amount of Three Hundred Dollars will be awarded by the Publisher to the persons who will name the author of the greatest number of the Prize Quotations. Rules for Competitors may be found on another page. 69. Because she looked upon the land with me, Because she looked upon it with her eyes, It seemed to me a land of sweetest guise, From savage mountain top to savage sea. 70. Ah! now I know why fair young days were dark, I had not reached thy being's larger arc, Nor worn, as thy great gift, Love's sacred crown. 71. Play not the niggard; spurn thy native clod, Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God, 72. Nature lives on, though king or statesman dies; 73. Hail, Prince of Peace! hail, King of Kings! Who would not hail thy day of birth, Sunshine with healing in his wings, Light, love, and joy to all on earth! Once more let all men be enrolled, Thou the One Shepherd - in our fold. 74. These are the men, The men who cleave, with sturdy stroke, 75. We love our dead, and hold their memories dear; But living love is sweeter than regret; God's ways are just; and, though they seem severe, He can give back with blessings greater yet Than we have lost. He chastens for some good That in our weakness is not understood. 76. What silence we keep year after year, With those who are most near to us and dear: We live beside each other day by day, And speak of myriad things, but seldom say The full, sweet word that lies just in our reach Beneath the commonplace or common speech. 77. Work is the holiest thing in earth or heaven; But ever I hear an undertone- 79. What will it matter by and by, Soothing myself through sob and sigh?— 80. No generous action can delay Or thwart our higher, steadier aims, But if sincere and true are they, It will arouse our sight and nerve our frames. 81. A bird sang on the swinging vine,— Yes! on the vine, And then,- sang not; I took your little white hand in mine; 'Twas April; 'twas Sunday; 'twas warm sunshine,— Yes! warm sunshine: Have you forgot? 82. Deaf to the roar are those who make their home Blind are these eyes, except they note some change Thou art thyself thine enemy! The great!-- what better they than thou? |