ubles throng,
If you practice on the music of the sunshine's happy song.

II.

What's the use to pout and pester when the joy-bells cease to chime?
Sweet the daisies fill the meadow and they blossom all the time!
Keep your heart heaped up with gladness and a faith that's full and
strong.
And through all the ways of winter sing the blessed sunshine song!

III.

If the mountain path is steeper than your easy fancies thought,
Keep on climbing for the summits and the glories that you sought;
And if winter comes and pelts you with the snows that crowd along,
Lift your heart and feet together to the sunshine's golden song.

IV.

Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life;
What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife?
Don't you bear the angel carols rising o'er the cries of wrong?
Ope your heart and fill to bursting with the sunshine's blessed song!

V.

O, my brother, don't you worry! Up and down this world we go
Where the summer brings the blossoms and the winter brings the snow;
But it's spring the wide world over as through life we push along
If the heart is full of music and we sing the sunshine song!

Little Sermons.

In a glad smile from a clean heart there was never room for evil to find
a place to plant a suggestion of wrong doing.

It may be wrong for some folks to dance, but the devil would rather have
some people talk about their neighbors a minute than to dance a whole
week. They can do so much better job at it.

The Lights of Home.

I.

Heave ho the anchor, laddies! The ocean rolls before;
We'll climb the waves undaunted and search the far off shore;
We'll breast the angry breakers that on the beaches comb
And sail, ah, sail, my hearties, for harbor-lights of home!

II.

'Tis far the ships have drifted across the booming seas;
'Tis far our sails have darkened with toils and agonies;
'Tis far that youth has wandered where life's deep sorrows come
But ho, my lads, we're sailing for harbor-lights of home!

III.

Beyond the raging tempest, beyond the waves that roar,
There waits the peaceful harbor and lights upon the shore;
And when the voyage ceases, beyond the farthest foam
We'll anchor there forever 'neath habor-lights of home!

IV

Then weigh the anchor, laddies! The ship of life shall sail
Once more to youth's glad morning