From the dawn to dusk o' day,
Work away!
Scouts upon the mountain's peak--
Ye that see the Promised Land,
Hearten us! for ye can speak
Of the country ye have scanned,
Far away!

Work away!
For the Father's eye is on us,
Never off us, still upon us,
Night and day!
WORK AND PRAY!
Pray! and Work will be completer;
Work! and Prayer will be the sweeter;
Love! and Prayer and Work the fleeter
Will ascend upon their way!
Fear not lest the busy finger
Weave a net the soul to stay;
Give her wings--she will not linger;
Soaring to the source of day;
Cleaving clouds that still divide us
From the azure depths of rest,
She will come again! beside us,
With the sunshine on her breast,
Sit, and sing to us, while quickest
On their task their fingers move,
While the outward din wars thickest,
Songs that she hath learned above.

Live in Future as in Present;
Work for both while yet the day
Is our own! for Lord and Peasant,
Long and bright as summer's day,
Cometh, yet more sure, more pleasant,
Cometh soon our Holiday;
Work away!

From Household Words.

OUR PHANTOM SHIP.--JAPAN.

We may as well go by the North-west passage as by any other, on our
phantom voyage to Japan. Behring Straits shall be the door by which we
enter the Pacific Ocean. We are soon flitting between islands; from the
American peninsula of Alaska runs a chain of islands,--the
Aleutian,--which lie sprinkled upon our track, like a train of crumbs
dropped by some Tom Thumb among the giants, who may aforetime have been
led astray, not in the wood, but on the water. If he landed on
Kamtchatka, from the point of that peninsula he made a fresh start,
dropping more crumbs,--the Kurile Islands,--till he dropped some larger
pieces, and a whole slice for the main island of Japan, before he again
reached the continent and landed finally on the Corea. In sailing by
these islands, we have abundant reason to observe that they indicate
main lines of volcanic action. From Behring Strait, in fact, we enter
the Pacific, between two great batteries of subterranean fire. Steering
for Japan, we pass, on the Kamtchatkan coast, the loftiest volcano in
the old world, Kamtchatskaja (fifteen thousand, seven hundred and
sixty-three feet). Following the course of the volcanic chain of K