L LIFE'S HARMONIES. ET no man pray that he know not sorrow, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow, Through want of a thing does its worth redouble, Through hunger's pangs does the feast content, And only the heart that has harbored trouble, Can fully rejoice when joy is sent. Let no man shrink from the bitter tonics Of grief, and yearning, and need, and strife, For the rarest chords in the soul's harmonies. Are found in the minor strains of life. WR PREPARATION. E must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring, Or, with the strengthening tonic of the frost, Prepares for Winter. Should a July noon Burst suddenly upon a frozen world Small joy would follow, even tho' that world Were longing for the Summer. Should the sting Of sharp December pierce the heart of June, What death and devastation would ensue! All things are planned. The most majestic sphere That whirls through space is governed and controlled By supreme law, as is the blade of grass Which through the bursting bosom of the earth How vain the hope! We cannot harvest joy Knows when that seed has ripened. Oft we stand 10 Not knowing that the shadow of ourselves But disappointment; or we rot the germs Should move serene through all the ills of life, GETHSEMANE. N golden youth when seems the earth IN A Summer-land of singing mirth, When souls are glad and hearts are light, We do not know it, but there lies With joyous steps we go our ways, Close to the border-land of woe, That waits for you, and waits for me— Forever waits Gethsemane. Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams, Bridged over by our broken dreams; Behind the misty caps of years, Beyond the great salt fount of tears, All paths that have been, or shall be, All those who journey, soon or late, |