h its happiness and song;
And it's altogether likely
That it's pretty sure to stay
With its music and its blossoms
After you have gone away.

And no matter how you labor
Smoothing down the rocky way,
On the paths where men shall wander
It is likely stones will stay.
Here and there the little pebbles
You may banish one by one,
But the mountains rise forever
And your work is never done.

Don't despair! What use to worry
When the load you have to leave?
Other hands and hearts will follow
And the heavy task receive;
Do your own part to the limit!
Give it all the strength you can,
And as sure as God is ruling
He will crown you all a Man!

Step by step the world advances
Up the long and slippery slope;
Step by step it slow upwanders
Through the valleys of its hope;
Leave the tasks that rise beyond you!
Do the little deeds you can,
And the millions coming after
Shall complete what you began!

The Good Book tells us that the Master went about doing good while he
stayed in the world, and so we are not surprised when it tells about his
welcome to the glory-land.

To the Light.

I.

To the Light! To the Light! Let us climb to the Star
That is swinging above where the benisons are,
Till we rest in the meadows where blossom above
All the daisies of Peace and the roses of Love!

II.

From the dim and the dusk of the blood-sprinkled years,
How the nations have toiled from the valleys of tears,--
How the races have groped through the shadows of Wrong
To the gladness of Joy and the music of Song!

III.

And the Man with the Race, how he leaps from the woe
Of the battle fields dead and the sorrows they know,--
How he gathers his tents from the dark of the night
Till he finds a sweet home in the gardens of light!

IV.

Oh, the thousands that fell by the mountains and stream
Where the men of the past spilt their blood for a dream!
How the feet, ever striving, slow stepped from the past
Till they found the sweet music of rapture at last!

V.

To the Light! To the Light! Yonder still shines the Star
That is waiting for us where the benisons are,
And there in the meadows that blossom above
We shall gather in peace all the roses of Love!

Little Sermons.

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