We ought to raise our notes of praise Full many a blessing wears the guise Far-seeing is the soul, and wise, Who knows the mask is double. But he who has the faith and strength To thank his God for sorrow Has found a joy without alloy To gladden every morrow. We ought to make the moments notes And so the theme should swell and grow A grand Thanksgiving chorus. I CONTRASTS. SEE the tall church steeples, They reach so far, so far; But the eyes of my heart see the world's great mart Where the starving people are. I hear the church bells ringing Their chimes on the morning air; Thicker and thicker the churches, But alack for their creeds while the poor man's needs Grow deeper as years roll by. HA THY SHIP. ADST thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay The priceless riches of all climes and lands, And of wild waves and hidden rocks the prey? Thine is that ship; and in its depths concealed Thy will, O man, thy will is that great ship, Then drying on the sands, and yet again Go save thy ship, thou sluggard; take the wheel And steer to knowledge, glory and success. Great mariners have made the pathway plain A LIFE. LL in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, We do not always win the race. We have to tread the mountain's base The Christs alone no errors made; So often had they trod The paths that lead through light and shade, They had become as God. As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again, They passed along the way, And left those mighty truths which men But he who loves himself the last Though strewn with errors all his past, |