f hell.

--Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.

To halls of heavenly truth admission wouldst thou win?
Oft knowledge stands without, while Love may enter in.

--Richard Chenevix Trench.

For others' sake to make life sweet
Though thorns may pierce your weary feet;
For others' sake to walk each day
As if joy helped you all the way,
While in the heart may be a grave
That makes it hard to be so brave.
Herein, I think, is love.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of
refreshment.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Ah, yes! I would a phoenix be,
And burn my heart in Deity!
Then I should dwell by his dear side,
And in the self of God abide.

--Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.

The man is happy, Lord, who love like this doth owe:
Loves thee, his friend in thee, and, for thy sake, his foe.

--Richard Chenevix Trench.

HOPE

PROGRESS, OPTIMISM, ENTHUSIASM

THE PROMISED LAND--TO-MORROW

High hopes that burned like stars sublime
Go down the heavens of freedom,
And true hearts perish in the time
We bitterliest need them;
But never sit we down and say,
There's nothing left but sorrow--
We walk the wilderness to-day,
The Promised Land to-morrow.

Our birds of song are silent now,
There are no flowers blooming,
But life beats in the frozen bough
And freedom's spring is coming.
And freedom's tide comes up alway
Though we may stand in sorrow;
And our good bark, aground to-day,
Shall float again to-morrow.

Though hearts brood o'er the past, our eyes
With shining futures glisten;
Lo! now the dawn bursts up the skies:
Lean out your souls and listen!
The earth rolls freedom's radiant way,
And ripens with her sorrow;
And 'tis the martyrdom to-day
Brings victory to-morrow.

Through all the long night of the years
The people's cry ascended;
The earth was wet with blood and tears
Ere their meek sufferings ended.
The few shall not forever sway,
The many toil in sorrow,
The bars of hell are strong to-day
But Christ shall rise to-morrow.

'Tis weary watching wave on wave,