e the light of the longing lies low on the stream,
And the soul seeks the crown of his dream,--of his dream!

III.

To the world! To the world! To the world that we know
With its sunlights of love and its shadows of woe,--
To the world lifted up, lifted far to His face,
And the mercy that dwells in His bountiful grace!

IV.

To the world! To the world! It has beautiful years
With the pleasurers of peace and the turmoil of tears,
And wherever the feet wander fainting or far
Every day is a sun, every night is a star!

V.

To the world! O, the world! Ah, the fruits of its soil
From the gardens of love drive the terrors of toil,
And the sins that embitter us leave us and then
We shall stand in His presence perfected of men!

The Glory Train.

Yondah stan's de gospel station
Whar de railroad runs away
Foh de house ob many mansions
Ober at de judgment day!
Bettah git a move on, sinnah!
Doan't yuh let yoh folks detain!
Hurry up an' git yuh ticket
Foh de glory train!

It's on time an' sho'lly comin'
Wid on measu'hed powah,
Wid the ingine flames a-spoutin'
Moah dan fohty miles an houah!
Doan't yuh stan' dar jes' a-foolin'!
Wid de judgment on yoh brain!
Hurry up an git yoh ticket
Foh de glory train!

Preachah say yuh have ter hurry,
'Case de kyars go whizzin' by,--
Ef yuh want ter check yoh baggage
Foh de mansions high;
Bid farewell ter ebery pleasuah,
An' de bad wo'ld's burnin' pain;
Hurry up an' git yoh ticket
Foh de glory train!

There are many dainties that hold attractions for the epicure, but in
the strenuous times of campaign struggles they all give way to "pie."

The Bright Day.

The bright day, the bright day,
The shadows smiling through,--
The bright day, the bright day
Where Love looks up at you!
The bright day, the bright day!
The sorrows fade from view;
The white day, the light day,
The child heart always knew!
The bright day, the bright day!
The sun is golden there;
The sad clouds are glad clouds
And gone is every care.
The sky life, the high life,
Is waiting at the shore;
The bright day, the bright day,
Shining evermore!

Caught on the Fly.

The wonder of it all is how a fool can ever have any money to be parted
from.

When the efficient man