train!
What would'st thou have a good, great man obtain?
Wealth, title, dignity, a golden chain,
Or heap of corses which his sword hath slain?
Goodness and greatness are not means, but ends.
Hath he not always treasurer, always friends,
The great, good man? Three treasures--love, and light,
And calm thoughts, equable as infants' breath;
And three fast friends, more sure than day or night--
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

--Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

THE POEM OF THE UNIVERSE

The poem of the universe
Nor rhythm has nor rhyme;
For God recites the wondrous song
A stanza at a time.

Great deeds is he foredoomed to do--
With Freedom's flag unfurled--
Who hears the echo of that song
As it goes down the world.

Great words he is compelled to speak
Who understands the song;
He rises up like fifty men,
Fifty good men and strong.

A stanza for each century:
Now heed it all who can!
Who hears it, he, and only he,
Is the elected man.

--Charles Weldon.

When faith is lost, when honor dies,
The man is dead!

--John Greenleaf Whittier.

FAILURE AND SUCCESS

He fails who climbs to power and place
Up the pathway of disgrace.
He fails not who makes truth his cause,
Nor bends to win the crowd's applause.
He fails not, he who stakes his all
Upon the right, and dares to fall;
What though the living bless or blame,
For him the long success of fame.

--Richard Watson Gilder.

WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

It matters little where I was born,
Or if my parents were rich or poor;
Whether they shrunk at the cold world's scorn,
Or walked in the pride of wealth secure.
But whether I live an honest man
And hold my integrity firm in my clutch
I tell you, brother, as plain as I can,
It matters much.

It matters little how long I stay
In a world of sorrow, sin, and care;
Whether in youth I am called away
Or live till my bones and pate are bare.
But whether I do the best I can
To soften the weight of Adversity's touch
On the faded cheek of my fellow man,
It matters much.

It matters little where be my grave--
Or on the land or in the sea,
By purling brook or 'neath stormy wave,
It matters little or naught to me;
But whether th