Say! Let's get closer to somebody's side, Say! Let's not wither! Let's branch out and rise We may not be here to help folks or praise From "The Voices of Song," James W. Foley. GOD We often think people shallow, think them incapable of anything serious or profound, because their work is humdrum and their speech trivial. Such a judgment is unfair, since that part of our own life which shows itself to others is superficial likewise, though we are conscious that within us is much that it does not reveal. From "Shadow Verses," Gamaliel Bradford. MY TRIUMPH The poet, looking back upon the hopes he has cherished, perceives that he has fallen far short of achieving them. The songs he has sung are less sweet than those he has dreamed of singing; the wishes he has wrought into facts are less noble than those that are yet unfulfilled. But he looks forward to the time when all that he desires for humankind shall yet come to pass. The praise will not be his; it will belong to others. Still, he does not envy those who are destined to succeed where he failed. Rather does he rejoice that through them his hopes for the race will be realized. And he is happy that by longing for just such a triumph he shares in it-he makes it his triumph. Hail to the coming singers! The airs of heaven blow o'er me; A dream of man and woman The love of God and neighbor; The richer life, where beauty Ring, bells in unreared steeples, Parcel and part of all, I feel the earth move sunward, John Greenleaf Whittier. |