ther might nor money
Brings the living light!
Still the ancient story
Love, the Wonder, knows:
Rolling on to glory
Still the old world goes!

Don't Fall Out with Life.

Don't fall out with life, my brother;
It will please, you like as not;
If you'll sort its pleasures over,
You will find it worth the living,
And it's all the one you've got!
You would better keep it friendly
And not rib it up to fight:
It will play you joyous music,
It will give you love unceasing,
If you only treat it right!

Don't fall out with life, my brother,
If it slaps you in the face:
Every time it brings a shadow,
Every time it gives a sorrow,
There's a rain-bow 'round the place;
O, its heart is filled with pleasure
And its raptures slay the wrong;
All the stars repeat its praises,
All the suns exalt its glory,
And you'd better join the song!

Don't fall out with life, my brother!
If it has the wintry snows,
There's the scarlet of the summer,
There's the russet of the autum,
With the lily and the rose;
It holds harvests for your labor,
It has crowns for you to win;
Open wide the glory-shutters,
Fling the doors of deeds far-open,
Till the sunshine saunters in!

Not Extravagant.

"Are the members of the legislature extravagant in their habits?"
inquired a suspicious citizen of a press reporter.

"No, not at all!" answered the veracious reporter. "I know several of
them who came here at the beginning of the session with a clean shirt
and a five-dollar bill, and they haven't changed either of them yet!"

Away from the Winter.

Away from the Winter and all his wild ways,
To the blossoms that smile in the spring's laughing days,--
To the rivers that sing
In the gladness of spring,
Where the birds cleave the air on the love-laden wing!

Away from the walks of the snow-smitten town
To the fields where the bees for the honeys go down,
To the vales and the hills,
And the love-singing rills,
And the song of disconsolate, grieved whippoor-wills!

Away to the paths where the white lilies grow
And the daisies besprinkle the meadows below;
Where the roses blush new
In the arms of the dew,
And the stars toss the sweets of their kisses at you!

Just be Patient.

Don't you worry at stupidity!