both pure and wise.

But when he reached a dark unsightly door
Beyond the grave, there stood his secret thought.
It was the mansion he had built and brought
To dwell in, on that shore.

Effect.

AN unkind tale was whispered in his ear.
   He paused to hear.
His thoughts were food that helped a falsehood thrive,
   And keep alive.

Years dawned and died.  One day by venom’s tongue
   His name was stung.
He cried aloud, nor dreamed the lie was spawn
   Of thoughts long gone.

Each mental wave we send out from the mind,
   Or base, or kind,
Completes its circuit, then with added force
   Seeks its own source.

Three Things.

KNOW this, ye restless denizens of earth,
Know this, ye seekers after joy and mirth,
Three things there are, eternal in their worth.

Love, that outreaches to the humblest things;
Work that is glad, in what it does and brings;
And faith that soars upon unwearied wings.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith—these three alone are great.

Obstacles.

The slothful man saith, There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the street.—Proverbs 26: 13.

THERE are no lions in the street;
   No lions in the way.
Go seek the goal, thou slothful soul,
   Awake, awake, I say.

Thou dost but dream of obstacles;
   In God’s great lexicon,
That word illstarred, no page has marred;
   Press on, I say, press on.

Nothing can keep thee from thine own
   But thine own slothful mind.
To one who knocks, each door unlocks;
   And he who seeks, shall find.

Prayer.

LEAN on thyself until thy strength is tried;
Then ask God’s help; it will not be denied.

Use thine own sight to see the way to go;
When darkness falls ask God the path to show.

Think for thyself and reason out thy plan;
God has his work and thou hast thine, oh, man.

Exert thy will and use it for control;
God gave thee jurisdiction of thy soul.

All thine immortal powers bring into play;
Think, act, strive, reason, then look up and pray.

Climbing.

WHO climbs the mountain does not always climb.
The winding road slants downward many a time;
Yet each descent is higher than the last.
Has thy path fallen?  That will soon be past.
Beyond the curve the way leads up and on.
Think not thy goal forever lost or gone.
Keep moving forward; if thine aim is right
Thou canst not miss the shining mountain height.
Who would attain to summits still and fair,
Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

“There Is No Death, There Are No Dead.”

(Suggested by the book of Mr. Ed. C. Randall.)

“THERE is no death, there are no dead.”
From zone to zone, from sphere to sphere,
   The souls of all who pass from here
   By hosts of living thoughts are led;
And dark or