YOU AND TO-DAY. WITH every rising of the sun WTT Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep Nor seek to summon back one ghost Concern yourself with but to-day. Your wish and will. Since time began To-day has been the friend of man. But in his blindness and his sorrow You and to-day! a soul sublime With God between to bind the train- O THE REASON. Do you know what moves the tides D° As they swing from low to high? 'Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh, they follow where she guides, Do you know what moves the earth 'Tis the love, love, love, Of the sun, the mighty king. Oh, the rapture that finds birth, In the kiss of sun and earth. Do you know what makes sweet songs Ring for me above earth's strife? 'Tis the love, love, love, That you bring into my life, Oh, the glory of the songs In the heart where love belongs. M THE CHAIN. EN have outgrown the worthless creed, And glut the purse of idle greed. They have outgrown the poor content That breeds oppression. Forged by pain, And by the hand of progress hurled, And he who will not form a link They cannot and they shall not last. The rank injustice of the past. The purport of the hour is vast. The world needs justice. It demands United hearts, united hands. The day of charity is past. Let no man think he can despoil And rob his kind by trick and fraud, And at the last make peace with God By tossing alms to honest toil. More labor for the selfish few; More leisure for the burdened mass; These things shall surely come to pass, As old conditions change to new. They change thro' strain and strike and strife, And time to taste the joys of life. MISSION. F you are sighing for a lofty work, If great ambitions dominate your mind, Just watch yourself and see you do not shirk The common little ways of being kind. If you are dreaming of a future goal, When crowned with glory men shall own your power, Be careful that you let no struggling soul If you are moved to pity for the earth, And long to aid it, do not look so high, You pass some poor, dumb creature faint with thirst. If you would help to make the wrong things right, God chooses his own leaders in the world, And from the rest he asks but willing hands. As mighty mountains into place are hurled, While patient tides may only shape the sands. |