than he? Then it is absolutely necessary that I should be that man. "Have thy will," said the angel. And he became again what he had been--a poor stone-cutter, a simple workman in the quarries. His life was rude, he worked much, and gained little; but he was contented with his lot. Words: cavaliers-knights on horseback; gorgeous; ardent-fierce; intercepted-cut waste; tumultuous-roaring; distinguished-saw. TWO SURPRISES (Many poems and stories teach the lesson of contentment-that happiness springs from a clean heart and a useful life rather than from owning lands and gold.) A WORKMAN plied his clumsy spade As the sun was going down ; The German king with his cavalcade Was coming into town. The king stopped short when he saw the man— "Why not cease work at eventide, When the laborer should be free?" "I do not slave," the old man said, "And I am always free; Though I work from the time I leave my bed Till I can hardly see." "How much," said the king, "is thy gain in a day?" "Eight groschen," the man replied. "And canst thou live on this meager pay?"— "Two groschen for me and my wife, good friend, And two for a debt I owe; Two groschen to lend and two to spend For those who can't labor, you know." "Thy debt?" said the king. Said the toiler, "Yea, Who cared for me, toiled for me, many a day, "To whom dost lend thy daily store?" They will care for their mother and me." "And thy last two groschen?" the monarch said. I give them two groschen for raiment and bread, Tears welled up in the good king's eyes— "I am thy king; give me thy hand"- "For I would bless with rich reward The man who can proudly say, That eight souls he doth keep and guard On eight poor groschen a day." -Author Unknown WH THE VOYAGE HICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best. My little craft sails not alone: And so I do not dare to pray Who launched my bark will sail with me To land me, every peril past, Within His sheltering haven at last. Then, whatsoever wind doth blow, My heart is glad to have it so; And blow it east, or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best. -Caroline Atherton Mason Questions: What does the voyage stand for, or symbolize, in this beautiful poem? What two great virtues does this poem hold up before us IN BLOSSOM TIME (This musical poem of the spring was written by Miss Ina Coolbrith of San Francisco. For many years she was a close friend of Bret Harte and of Joaquin Miller. Have you ever heard of them?) T'S O my heart, my heart, To be out in the sun and sing- Sing loud, O bird in the tree; O bird, sing loud in the sky, And honey-bees, blacken the clover beds- The leaves laugh low in the wind, Laugh low, with the wind at play; For O but the world is fair, is fair- I will out in the gold of the blossoming mould, And the love my heart would speak, I will fold in the lily's rim, That the lips of the blossom, more pure and meek, Then sing in the hedgerow green, O thrush, O skylark, sing in the blue; Sing loud, sing clear, that the King may hear, And my soul shall sing with you! -Ina Coolbrith |