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There are times when the right thing to do is to submit. There are times when the right thing is to strive, to fight. To put forth one's best effort is itself a reward. But sometimes it brings a material reward also. The frog that after falling into the churn found that it couldn't jump out and wouldn't try, was drowned. The frog that kept leaping in brave but seemingly hopeless endeavor at last churned the milk, mounted the butter for a final effort, and escaped.
UBMISSION? They have preached at that so long.
SUBM though the head bowed down would right the
As though the folded hand, the coward heart
Submission: "Wrong of course must ever be
To seek a change; to strike the maiden blow. 'Tis best to bow the head and not to see;
'Tis best to dream, that we need never know
Garibaldi, the Italian patriot, said to his men: "I do not promise you ease; I do not promise you comfort. I promise you hardship. weariness, suffering; but I promise you victory."
DO not pray for peace,
Nor ask that on my path
The sounds of war shall shrill no more,
The way be clear of wrath.
But this I beg thee, Lord,
Steel Thou my heart with might,
I do not pray for arms,
Nor shield to cover me.
What though I stand with empty hand,
Spare me the coward's fear
Questioning wrong or right:
I do not pray that Thou
Keep me from any wound,
Though I fall low from thrust and blow,
But give me wit to hide
My hurt from all men's sight,
I do not pray that Thou
Shouldst grant me victory;
Beaten and bruised and banned,
Grant me this thing for conquering-
From "The Earth Cry,"
Whom do we wish for our friends and allies? On whom would we wish to depend in a time of need? Those who are not the slaves of fortune, but have made the most of both her buffets and her rewards. Those who control their fears and rash impulses, and do not give way to sudden emotion. Amid confusion_and disaster men like these will stand, as Jackson did at Bull Run, like a veritable stone wall.
INCE my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
THE BARS OF FATE
"There ain't no such beast," ejaculated a farmer as he gazed at the rhinoceros at a circus. His incredulity did not of course do away with the existence of the creature. But our incredulity about many of our difficulties will do away with them. They exist chiefly in our imaginations.
STOOD before the bars of Fate
And bowed my head disconsolate;
Beyond them I could hear the songs
I did not cry "Too late! too late!"
So still I sat, the tireless bee
Sped o'er my head, with scorn for me,
From twig to twig, before my face,
Then, sudden change! I heard the call
I upward sprang in all my strength,
Ellen M. H. Gates.
From "To the Unborn Peoples,"
It is well to have purposes we can carry out. It is also well to have purposes so lofty that we cannot carry them out; for these latter are the mighty inner fires which warm our being at its core and without which our impulse to do even the lesser things would be feeble.
HAD rather cut man's purpose deeper than
Achieving it be crowned as conqueror;
The God-impassioned energy of man.
And herewith all the worlds of deed and thought
There is not any act avails so much
As this invisible wedding of the will
With Life-yea, though it seem to accomplish naught.
From "The Free Spirit,"
B. W. Huebsch.
Henry Bryan Binns.