THE DEPARTURE. And on her lover's arm she leant, In that new world which is the old; "I'd sleep another hundred years, And many a merry wind was borne, And, streamed thro' many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn. "O eyes long laid in happy sleep!" "O happy sleep that lightly fled!" "O happy kiss that woke thy sleep!" "O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!" And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapour buoyed the crescent bark, And rapt thro' many a rosy change, The twilight died into the dark. "A hundred summers! Can it be? And whither goest thou, tell me where?" "O seek my father's court with me, Beyond their utmost purple rim, LITTLE BY LITTLE. Little by little the time goes by Short, if you sing through it, long, if you sigh. Little by little-an hour a day, Gone with the years that have vanished away. Little by little the race is run; Trouble and waiting and toil are done! Little by little the skies grow clear; Little by little the sun comes near; Little by little the world grows strong, Little by little the good in man Lifts the world nearer the pleading call. HOW DID YOU DIE? Did you tackle the trouble that came your way Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? O, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? It's nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there-that's disgrace. The harder you're thrown, why, the higher you bounce; It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts; And though you be done to the death, what then? If you played your part in the world of men, Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts. But only how did you die? Edmund Vance Cooke. ADDRESS AT GETTYSBURG. Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people and for the people shall not perish from the earth. Address of President Lincoln at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863. IF I HAD THE TIME. If I had the time to find a place With my better self, that stands no show It might be then I would see my soul If I had the time to let my heart To look about and stretch a hand I think that my wish with God would rhyme— |