A song, one song for the Sunshine Brigade!
Though I am unworthy, I know a maid
Who laughs to me when my toil is o'er-
I would march behind as she marches before,
And, hearing the laughter of her I love,
There is nothing about, or beneath, or above
That can sadden my heart or make me afraid
As I march in her steps in the Sunshine Brigade.

Recruits, recruits for the Sunshine Brigade,

From those who have wandered, and stumbled, and strayed,

Yet know the sweet music of laughter's glad songThat defeat presses down the battalions of wrong; Who know the love that was born to bless,

The pressure of lips in a fond caress,

From those who are blessed, through the ransom

Christ paid,

Recruits, recruits for the Sunshine Brigade!

-ALFRED J. WATERHOUSE.

COLUMBUS.

Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores;
Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: "Now must we pray,
For lo! the very stars are gone.

Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?”
"Why, say: 'Sail on! sail on! and on!'"

"My men grow mutinous day by day;

My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say,

If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!""

They sailed and sailed as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know

Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way,

For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l; speak and say—” He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!"

They sailed, They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight.

He curls his lip, he lies in wait,

With lifted teeth, as if to bite!

Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word:
What shall we do when hope is gone?"
The words leapt like a flaming sword:
"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"

-JOAQUIN MILLER.

(Complete works of Joaquin Miller are published by Whitaker Ray & Company, San Francisco.)

KEEP A-GOIN'.

"If you strike a thorn or rose, Keep a-goin';

If it hails or if it snows,

Keep a-goin';

'Taint no use to sit and whine When ther fish ain't on yer line, Bait yer hook and keep on tryin', Keep a-goin'.

"When the weather kills yer crops, Keep a-goin';

When yer tumble from the tops,
Keep a-goin';

S'pose yer out of ev'ry dime,
Gettin' broke ain't any crime,
Tell the folks yer feelin' fine,
Keep a-goin',

"When it looks like all is up,
Keep a-goin';

Drain the sweetness from the cup, Keep a-goin';

See the wild birds on the wing, Hear the bells that sweetly ring, When yer feel like sighin'-sing, Keep a-goin'."

SUCCESS.

Think not to please all men, strive as you will,
"Twere vain, impossible; for there remaineth still
The man whom naught can please or satisfy
By noble effort or by full endeavor,

By warmest impulse, in no way whatever.
Of such as he, set heart and mind at ease;
Go on thy way, and take no heed of these,
For so 'twill be forever.

Let not thy soul be troubled that they say:
"He might have done this thing, or that, a better way;"
Mayhap thy way is best, how can they know, or see
With thine own eyes, what seemeth best to thee?
Check the quick tear that steals into thine eye
Because one rudely speaks; keep back the sigh
Nor pale thee so;

For they will call it weakness who stand by;
Though well I know

It tells no weakness on thy earnest part
Nor loss of manhood. 'Tis only that thou art
Too eager for approval; and that what thou do
Should please all others as it pleaseth you.
No more than this thou asketh of just praise,
So willing thou to do thy best always.
But thou must quaff all dregs of bitterness
Before thy soul can know supreme Success.

-DORA FREANEY.