Where the placid-eyed and lazy-footed cattle came to drink, And the tilting snipe stood fearless of the truant's wayward cry And the splashing of the swimmer, in the days gone by. Oh, the days gone by! Oh, the days gone by! James Whitcomb Riley. THE DREAMS AHEAD. What would we do in this world of ours, And each of us has his golden goal, And ever he climbs with a hopeful soul, That dream ahead is what holds him up When his lips are pressed to the wormwood's cup, To some it's a dream of high estate To some it's a dream of wealth; To some it's a dream of a truce with Fate To some it's a dream of home and wife; The dreams ahead are what make each life- Edwin Carlisle Litsey. SAND WILL DO IT. I observed a locomotive in the railroad yards one day, It was waiting in the roundhouse where the locomotives stay; It was panting for the journey, it was coaled and fully manned, And it had a box the fireman was filling full of sand. It appears that locomotives cannot always get a grip On their slender iron pavement, 'cause the wheels are apt to slip; And when they reach a slippery spot their tactics they command, And to get a grip upon the rail, they sprinkle it with sand. It's about the way with travel along life's slippery track: If your load is rather heavy you're always slipping back; So, if a common locomotive you completely understand, You'll provide yourself in starting with a good supply of sand. If your track is steep and hilly and you have a heavy grade, If those who've gone before you have the rails quite slippery made, If you ever reach the summit of the upper table land, You'll find you'll have to do it with a liberal use of sand. If you strike some frigid weather and discover to your cost, That you're liable to slip up on a heavy coat of frost, Then some prompt decided action will be called into demand, And you'll slip 'way to the bottom if you haven't any sand. You can get to any station that is on life's schedule seen If there's fire beneath the boiler of ambition's strong machine, And you'll reach a place called Flushtown at a rate of speed that's grand, If for all the slippery places you've a good supply of sand. In Richmond (Ind.) Register. LOOK UP! Look up! and not down; Out! and not in; Forward! and not back; And lend a hand. Edward Everett Hale's motto for The Lend-a-Hand Society. AWAY. I cannot say, and I will not say With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand, In the love of There as the love of Here; And loyal still, as he gave the blows Of his warrior strength to his country's foesMild and gentle, as he was brave, When the sweetest love of his life he gave To simple things; where the violets grew And he pitied as much as a man in pain James Whitcomb Riley. A PSALM OF LIFE. Tell me not in mournful numbers, For the soul is dead that slumbers And the grave is not its goal; Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, |