Kep' his spirits jest like wine, "Feelin' fine"-I hope he'll stay Sech as you could have or me From "Tales of the Trail," E. P. Dutton & Co. James W. Foley. DE SUNFLOWER AIN'T DE DAISY "Know yourself," said the Greeks. "Be yourself," bade Marcus Aurelius. "Give yourself," taught the Master. Though the third precept is the noblest, the first and second are admirable also. The second is violated on all hands. Yet to be what nature planned us to develop our own natural selves-is better than to copy those who are wittier or wiser or otherwise better endowed than we. Genuineness should always be preferred to imitation. DE sunflower ain't de daisy, and de melon ain't de rose Why is dey all so crazy to be sumfin else dat grows? Jess stick to de place yo're planted, and do de bes yo knows; Be de sunflower or de daisy, de melon or de rose. If yo am not what yo are den yo is not what you is, If yo're jess a little tadpole, don't yo try to be de frog; Pass de plate if yo can't exhawt and preach; If yo're jess a little pebble, don't yo try to be de beach; Anonymous. THE DAFFODILS The poet in lonely mood came suddenly upon a host of daffodils and was thrilled by their joyous beauty. But delightful as the immediate scene was, it was by no means the best part of his experience. For long afterwards, when he least expected it, memory brought back the flowers to the eye of his spirit, filled his solitary moments with thoughts of past happiness, and took him once more (so to speak) into the free open air and the sunshine. Just so for us the memory of happy sights we have seen comes back again to bring us pleasure. I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced, but they In such a jocund company! I gazed and gazed-but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth. A LITTLE THANKFUL SONG No man is without a reason to be thankful. If he lacks grati tude, the fault lies at least partly with himself. OR what are we thankful for? For this: FOR are weth and the sunlight of life. For the love of the child, and the kiss For bud and for bloom, For what are we thankful for? For this: For ever the dreams that are bliss- For what are we thankful for? For all: ('Tis love that doth teach it) And faith that can reach it! Printed in and permission from "The Atlanta Constitution." Frank L. Stanton. |