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children peace? Believe his word. _Complain of Naught_ To murmur, fret, repine, lament, bemoan-- How sinful, stupid, wrong! God's on the throne, Does all in wisdom, ne'er forgets his own. Be filled with praise. _Watch Unto Prayer_ Think much of God, 'twill save thy soul from sin; Without his presence let no act begin; Look up, keep vigil, fear not; thou shalt win. See him in all. _Go Armed with Christ_ He said, "I come, O God, to do thy will." Shall we not, likewise, all his word fulfill, And find a weapon firm 'gainst every ill? Put on the Lord. _Be True, Be Sweet_ Let not the conflict make thee sour or sad; Swerve not from battle: faithful, loyal, glad-- The likeness of our Saviour may be had. Aim high, press on! --James Mudge. Forenoon and afternoon and night,--Forenoon, And afternoon, and night,--Forenoon, and--what? The empty song repeats itself. No more? Yea, that is Life: make this forenoon sublime, This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer, And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won. --Edward Rowland Sill. I PACK MY TRUNK What shall I pack up to carry From the old year to the new? I'll leave out the frets that harry, Thoughts unjust and doubts untrue. Angry words--ah, how I rue them! Selfish deeds and choices blind; Any one is welcome to them! I shall leave them all behind. Plans? the trunk would need be double. Hopes? they'd burst the stoutest lid. Sharp ambitions? last year's stubble! Take them, old year! Keep them hid! All my fears shall be forsaken, All my failures manifold; Nothing gloomy shall be taken To the new year from the old. But I'll pack the sweet remembrance Of dear Friendship's least delight; All my jokes--I'll carry _them_ hence; All my store of fancies bright; My contentment--would 'twere greater! All the courage I possess; All my trust--there's not much weight there! All my faith, or more, or less; All my tasks; I'll not abandon One of these--nay pride, my health; Every trivial or grand one Is a noble mine of wealth. And I'll pack my choicest treasures: Smiles I've seen and praises heard, Memories of unselfish pleasures, Cheery
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