TO-DAY The past did not behold to-day; the future shall not. We must use it now if it is to be of any benefit to mankind. So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Out of Eternity This new day is born; At night will return. Behold it aforetime Here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Thomas Carlyle. UNAFRAID HAVE no fear. What is in store for me I Shall find me ready for it, undismayed. God grant my only cowardice may be From "The Quiet Courage," Stewart & Kidd Co., Cincinnati, Ohio. Everard Jack Appleton. BORROWED FEATHERS Many good, attractive people spoil the merits they have by trying to be something bigger or showier. It is always best to be one's self. AROOSTER one morning was preening his feathers That glistened so bright in the sun; He admired the tints of the various colors They had beautiful spots and their colors were gay— Then his foolish mind hatched up a scheme- So he hopped behind a bush to undress Where the other fowls could not see. He caught his own tail between his bill, And into the holes stuck the peacock plumes; The other fowls rushed to see the queer sight; They could not agree just what he was, But pronounced him a funny bird. Then the chickens were angry that one of their kind And the peacocks were mad that one with their tail So the chickens beset him most cruelly behind, And when he stood stripped clean down to the skin, He learned this sad lesson when it was too late As his own simple self he was best. Joseph Morris. KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON The author of these homely stanzas has caught perfectly the spirit which succeeds in the rough-and-tumble of actual life. THE DISAPPOINTED Those who have striven nobly and failed deserve sympathy. Sometimes they deserve also praise unreserved, in that they have refused to do something ignoble which would have led to what the world calls success. They have lived the idea which Macbeth merely proclaimed: "I dare do all that may become a man; T HERE are songs enough for the hero I sing of the disappointed For those who have missed their aim. I sing with a tearful cadence For one who stands in the dark, I sing for the breathless runner, Who falls with his strength exhausted, For the hearts that break in silence, There are songs enough for the lovers For those whose spirit comrades Have missed them on their way, We speak of the comforts and ease of old age, but our noblest selves do not really desire them. We want to do more than exist We want to be alive to the very last. L ET me live out my years in heat of blood! Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine! Let me go quickly like a candle light And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, That feels the Master Melody-and snaps. Permission of the Author. From "The Quest" (collected lyrics), John G. Neihardt. |