s is that they see all the
difficulties at once. They know they could succeed in the initial tasks,
but they shrink from what is to follow. Yet "a thing begun is half
done." Moreover the surmounting of the first barrier gives strength and
ingenuity for the harder ones beyond. Mountains viewed from a distance
seem to be unscalable. But they can be climbed, and the way to begin is
to take the first upward step. From that moment the mountains are less
high. As Hannibal led his army across the foothills, then among the
upper ranges, and finally over the loftiest peaks and passes of the
Alps, or as Peary pushed farther and farther into the solitudes that
encompass the North Pole, so can you achieve any purpose whatsoever if
you heed not the doubters, meet each problem as it arises, and keep ever
with you the assurance _It Can Be Done_.

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

_Edgar A. Guest._

From "The Path to Home."

THE WELCOME MAN

There's a man in the world who is never turned down, wherever
he chances to stray; he gets the glad hand in the populous
town, or out where the farmers make hay; he's greeted with
pleasure on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles of the
woods; wherever he goes there's the welcoming hand--he's The
Man Who Delivers the Goods. The failures of life sit around and
complain; the gods haven't treated them white; they've lost
their umbrellas w