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LIFES MIRROR
There are loyal hearts,there are spirits brave,
There are souls
that are pure and true;
Then give the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Give love,and
love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need;
Have faith,and a score of hearts will show
Their
faith in your work and deed.
Give truth,and your gift will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And the
smile which is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.
Give sorrow and pity to those who mourn;
You
will gather in flowers again
The scatterd seeds from your thought out born
Though the sowing seemed but vain,
For
life is the mirror of king and slave,
`Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have
And
the best will come back to you.
MADELINE S. BRIDGESaka
MARY AINGE DE VERE
SOMEBODY'S MOTHER
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of a Winter's day.
The street
was wet with a recent show
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone
uncared for,amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the
street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the frredom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing
the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman so old and gray
Hastend the children on their way.
Nor,offered a
helping hand to her-
So meek,so timid afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses'feet
Should crowd
her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused
beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you cross if you wish to go,"
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She
placed,and so,without hurt or harm,
He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong,
Then
back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content,
"She's somebodys mother,boys,you know,
For all shes aged and poor and slow.
"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother,you understand,
"If ever she's poor and old and gray,
when her own dear boy is far away."
And somebody's mother" bowed low her
head
In her home that night,and the prayer she said
Was"God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son,and
pride and joy!'
MARY DOW BRINE
| Not every truth is the better for showing its face undisguised;
and often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.~ Pindar |
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