e webs on his toes;
And _perhaps_ he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.

_Alfred Noyes._

From "Collected Poems."

CAN YOU SING A SONG?

Nothing lifts the spirit more than a song, especially the _inward_ song
of a worker who can sound it alike at the beginning of his task, in the
heat of midday, and in the weariness and cool of the evening.

Can you sing a song to greet the sun,
Can you cheerily tackle the work to be done,
Can you vision it finished when only begun,
Can you sing a song?

Can you sing a song when the day's half through,
When even the thought of the rest wearies you,
With so little done and so much to do,
Can you sing a song?

Can you sing a song at the close of the day,
When weary and tired, the work's put away,
With the joy that it's done the best of the pay,
Can you sing a song?

_Joseph Morris._

KNOW THYSELF

It seems impossible that human beings could endure so much until we
realize that they _have_ endured it. The spirit of man performs
miracles; it transcends the limitations of flesh and blood. It is like
Uncle Remus's account of Brer Rabbit climbing a tree. "A rabbit couldn't
do that," the little boy protested. "He did," Uncle Remus responded; "he
was jes' 'bleeged to."

Reined by an unseen tyrant's hand,
Spurred by an unseen tyrant's will,
Aquiver at the fierce command
That goads you up the danger hill,
You cry: "O Fate, O Life, be kind!
Grant but an hour of respite--give
One moment to my suffering mind!
I can not keep the pace and live."
But Fate drives on and will not heed
The lips that beg, the feet that bleed.
Drives, while you faint upon the road,
Drives, with a menace for a goad;
With fiery reins of circumstance
Urging his terrible advance
The while you cry in your despair,
"The pain is more than I can bear!"

Fear not the goad, fear not the pace,
Plead not to fall from out the race--
It is your own Self driving you,
Your Self that you have never known,
Seeing your little self alone.
Your Self, high-seated charioteer,
Master of cowardice and fear,
Your Self that sees the shining length
Of all the fearful road ahead,
Knows that the terrors that you dread
Are pigmies to your splendid strength;
Strength you have never even guessed,
Strength that has never needed rest.
Your Self that holds the mastering rein,
Seeing beyond