UNTO THE END.

KNOW not where to-morrow's paths may wend,
Nor what the future holds; but this I know,
Whichever way my feet are forced to go,

I shall be given courage to the end.

Though God that awful gift of His may send
We call long life, where headstones in a row
Hide all of happiness, yet be it so:

I shall be given courage to the end.

If dark the deepening shadows be, that blend

With life's pale sunlight when the sun dips lɔw, Though joy speeds by and sorrow's steps are slow, I shall be given courage to the end.

I do not question what the years portend-
Or good or ill, whatever wind may blow;
It is enough, enough for me to know

I shall be given courage to the end.

ATTAINMENT.

SE all your hidden forces.

USE

Do not miss

The purpose of this life, and do not wait

For circumstance to mould or change your fate.

In your own self lies Destiny. Let this
Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice,
All hesitation. Know that you are great,
Great with divinity. So dominate
Environment, and enter into bliss.
Love largely and hate nothing.

Hold no aim

That does not chord with universal good.

Hear what the voices of the Silence say,
All joys are yours if you put forth your claim.
Once let the spiritual laws be understood,

Material things must answer and obey.

A PLEA TO PEACE.

/HEN mighty issues loom before us, all

WHEE

The petty great men of the day seem small,
Like pigmies standing in a blaze of light
Before some grim majestic mountain height.
War, with its bloody and impartial hand,
Reveals the hidden weakness of a land,
Uncrowns the heroes trusting Peace has made
Of men whose honor is a thing of trade.
And turns the searchlight full on many a place
Where proud conventions long have masked disgrace.
Oh, lovely Peace! as thou art fair be wise.
Demand great men and great men shall arise
To do thy bidding. Even as warriors come,
Swift at the call of bugle and of drum,
So at the voice of Peace, imperative

As bugle's call, shall heroes spring to live
For country and for thee. In every land,
In every age, men are what times demand.
Demand the best, oh, Peace, and teach thy sons.
They need not rush in front of death-charged guns
With murder in their hearts to prove their worth.
The grandest heroes who have graced the earth
Were love-filled souls who did not seek the fray,
But chose the safe, hard, high and lonely way

Of selfless labor for a suffering world.
Beneath our glorious flag again unfurled
In victory such heroes wait to be

Called into bloodless action, Peace, by thee.
Be thou insistent in thy stern demand,

And wise, great men shall rise up in the land.

PRESUMPTION.

HENEVER I am prone to doubt or wonder

WHE

I check myself, and say, "That mighty One Who made the solar system can not blunderAnd for the best all things are being done."' Who set the stars on their eternal courses

Has fashioned this strange earth by some sure
plan.

Bow low, bow low to those majestic forces
Nor dare to doubt their wisdom-puny man.

You can not put one little star in motion,
You can not shape one single forest leaf,
Nor fling a mountain up, nor sink an ocean,
Presumptuous pigmy, large with unbelief.
You can not bring one dawn of regal splendor
Nor bid the day to shadowy twilight fall,
Nor send the pale moon forth with radiance tender,
And dare you doubt the One who has done all?

"So much is wrong, there is such pain - such sinning."

Yet look again-behold how much is right! And He who formed the world from its beginning Knows how to guide it upward to the light. Your task, oh, man, is not to carp and cavil

At God's achievements, but with purpose strong

To cling to good, and turn away from evil.
That is the way to help the world along.