He stayed around the town awhile an' worked quite hard, I jinks,

At poundin' little rubber balls o'er what he called 'the links.'

We've scientific problems still that make professors fret,

But I note young Simpson hasn't set the world afire yet!

"An' so," said Uncle Hiram, "future action does

not count

Toward betterin' of our present state to any great amount;

A million 'Goin'-t'-do-its' wouldn't balance one

'has-done,'

An' a pound of 'right-this-minute' 's worth 'tomorrow's' half a ton.

I've noticed in my lifetime scores of fellers, sad to

state,

Who'd have prospered if they hadn't for their watchword taken 'Wait;'

Fellers sure to do great wonders ere the next day's sun has set

But I've noticed none of them has set the world

afire yet!"

-ROY FARRELL GREENE.

(All of Roy Farrell Greene's verse is gotten out in book form by Richard G. Badger, 194 Boylston Street, Boston, Mass.)

INDECISION.

The road of indecision leads
To nowhere in particular-
Across the swamps where Sorrow breeds,
Through wild morasses, deep and far,

With not a guide-post, nor a light,
From right to left, from left to right.

The steepest way, the longest way,
The hardest way of all to climb,
Is not so difficult, they say,

If it emerge somewhere, sometime.
Come, comrade; let's be rid of doubt,
And take the road we're sure about!

-FRANK WALCOTT HUTT.

THE BUILDERS.

All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Nothing useless is and low;

Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.

For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled;

Our todays and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

Truly shape and fashion these;

Leave no yawning gap between;

Think not, because no man sees,
Such things will remain unseen.

In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part;

For the gods see everywhere.

Let us do our work as well,

Both the unseen and the seen;
Make the house, where God may dwell,
Beautiful and clean.

Else our lives are incomplete,
Standing in these walls of Time,
Broken stairways, where the feet
Stumble as they seek to climb.

Build today, then, strong and sure,
With a firm and ample base;
And ascending and secure

Shall tomorrow find its place.

Thus alone can we attain

To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.

-HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

"FACE THE WORST."

Do you want three words of might?
Face the worst!

They will help you in life's fight;
Face the worst!

For, whoever be your foe,

He will fail to overthrow

One who can, where'er he go,
Face the worst!

Though the world on you may frown,
Face the worst!

Let not censure put you down;
Face the worst!

Lift your bold face to the sky!
Man was made to look on high;
Fearless live; unflinching die;
Face the worst!

With a heart on fire with zeal,
Face the worst!

With nerves strong as tempered steel,
Face the worst!

Though the lightnings flash around, Still, like Ajax, stand your ground; Stern, invincible, be found

Face the worst!