Give Them the Flowers Now LOSED eyes can't see the white roses; CLOSE Cold hands can't hold them, you know! Breath that is stilled can not gather The odors that sweet from them blow. Here are the struggles and striving; The frowns and the furrows and fears. Just a kind word or a greeting; Just a warm clasp or a smileThese are the flowers that will lighten The burdens for many a mile. After the journey is over What is the use of them? how Can they carry them, who must be carried? Oh, give them the flowers now! Blooms from the happy heart's garden, Blooms that are earthly reflections Of flowers that blossom above- So give them the flowers now. -Anon. IF Give to the Living F we gave unto the living as we lavish on the dead, Kindly thoughts and gentle phrases, tender words and friendly praises, Blotting out all imperfections, holding virtues up to light; If we left no daily token of our love and care unspokenThen would life be well worth living in a world all glad and bright. If we offered to the living, as we heap upon the dead, Fragrant flowers of affection, blossoms of sweet recollection, Waiting not till hands are folded on the quiet, pulseless breast, Then the passion of our pleading would not fall on ears unheeding, Nor our tears fall, unavailing, on the weary form at rest. If we gave unto the living as we lavish on the dead All our heart's long hidden treasure, all love's full, unstinted measure, Adding, day by day, new jewels to the crown of human bliss, Then life's burdens would weigh lightly, and the sun would shine more brightly, And not Heaven itself were fairer than a world as glad as this. -Ida Goldsmith Morris Tell Him So IF you hear a kind word spoken It Of some worthy soul you know, If a deed, however humble, Helps you on your way to go, Seek the one whose hand has helped you, If your heart is touched and tender Oh, my sisters, oh, my brothers, As o'er life's rough path you go. Do not fail to tell men so! -Anon. Best of All E doeth well who doeth good Ho those of his own brotherhood; He doeth better who doth bless What Is Good? "WI ask in musing mood. HAT is the real good?" "Order," said the law court; "Knowledge," said the school; "Beauty," said the page; "Home," said the sage; Spake my heart full sadly: "The answer is not here." Then within my bosom -Anon. "Each heart holds the secret: 'Kindness is the word."" -John Boyle O'Reilly LABOR 1 The Thinker 1 BACK of the beating hammer By which the steel is wrought, And tramples it under heel! The drudge may fret and tinker, The clear-eyed man who knows; For into each plow or saber, Each piece and part and whole, Must go the Brains of Labor, Might of the roaring boiler, Force of the engine's thrust, Strength of the sweating toiler, Greatly in these we trust. But back of them stands the Schemer, 1 Used by permission of the author. |