Shall look upon as he did the first, I am fair and young, but the rose will fade Is your I heart an ocean so strong and deep A loving woman finds heaven or hell I require all things that are grand and true, If you give this all, I would stake my life If you can not do this-a laundress and cook You can hire with little to pay; But a woman's heart and a woman's life Are not to be won that way. MEN G God, Give Us Men! OD, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty, and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, -Josiah Gilbert Holland T The Manly Man HE world has room for the manly man, with the spirit of manly cheer; The world delights in the man who smiles when his eyes. keep back the tear; It loves the man who, when things are wrong, can take his place and stand With his face to the fight and his eyes to the light, and toil with a willing hand; The manly man is the country's need, the moment's need, forsooth, With a heart that beats to the pulsing troop of the lilied leagues of truth; The world is his and it waits for him, and it leaps to hear the ring Of the blow he strikes and the wheels he turns and hammers he dares to swing; It likes the forward look on his face, the poise of his noble head, And the onward lunge of his tireless will and the sweep of his dauntless tread! Hurrah for the manly man who comes with sunlight on his face, And the strength to do and the will to dare and the courage to find his place! The world delights in the manly man, and the weak and evil flee When the manly man goes forth to hold his own on land or sea! MERCY -Anon. Mercy HE quality of mercy is not strained; The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, MONEY -William Shakespeare Gold G OLD! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled; Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad, a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary! To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, -Thomas Hood MOTHERS The Bravest Battle HE bravest battle that ever was fought, THE Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; 'Twas fought by the mothers of men. Nay, not with cannon, or battle-shot, Nay, not with eloquent word or thought, But deep in a welled-up woman's heart- No marshaling troop, no bivouac song; Yet faithful still as a bridge of stars, O ye with banners and battle-shot, |