SOURCES. I passed a stagnant marsh that lay . Beneath a reeking scum of green, A loathsome puddle by the way; No sorrier pool was ever seen. I thought: "How lost to all things pure And clean and white those foul depths be."— Next day from out that pond obscure Two queenly lilies laughed at me. I passed a hovel 'round whose door The walls of logs from tree-trunks hewn. I said: "The gates of life are shut But, lo! from out that lowly hut Came one to rule the world of men. -STRICKLAND W. GILLILAN (Success). STICK TO IT. Oh! prim little postage stamp, "holding your own" That you're "stuck on" your task-(Is that slang?) you'll own, And yet, you're not two-cent-imental. I have noted with pride that through thick and through thin You cling to a thing till you do it, And, whatever your aim, you are certain to win Sometimes when I feel just like shirking a task "Would a postage stamp do as I'm doing?" Then I turn to whatever my hands are about And with fortified purpose renew it, And the end soon encompass, for which I set out, The sages declare that true genius, so-called, A "won't-give-up" purpose is never forestalled, And most of mankind's vaunted progress is made, By noting the wisdom which you have displayed -NIXON WATERMAN (Success). FORWARD! Because you may not scale the mountain peak Shall you, in sleepy indolence, recline, Or sigh for sterner souls to lead the way, Because you fear to try the shoreless sea, Despair not! For, if thou but do thy best, Will lend thee wings! -ERNEST NEAL LYON. THE USE. It is hard to shout when things go wrong, It is hard, I know, to endure, ah, me! But if all things went right, there would be And so, I think, 'twere better to take The bitter; as well as the sweet, And bravely bear, though the heart must ache, And sore must be the feet; For, were life all felicity, With never a cross for men, Oh, where would be the victory, Or need of Heaven, then? —GEORGE NEWELL LOVEJOY (Success). 'TIS A LITTLE THING. 'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught -TALFOURD. |