YEARS, THE UNRETURNING
Each day the tide flows out and in,
Each day the gray ships leave,
Each night the mute-lipped stars appear,
Each night the waters grieve;
But from their distant harbor home
Toward which our hearts are yearning,
No more with laden ships of dreams
We see the years returning.
Each year that passed the silent bar
Went out beyond forever;
Tho on the heights we watch and wait,
The ships are sighted never;
But in our hearts old memories
Come to the heart's discerning,
And comfort us if nevermore
We find the years returning. (Text.)
—Arthur W. Peach, The Sunday-school Times.
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YOU
The personal note in these verses (author unidentified) gives force to the advice they contain:
The world is waiting for somebody,
Waiting and watching to-day;
Somebody to lift up and strengthen,
Somebody to shield and stay.
Do you thoughtlessly question, "Who?"
'Tis you, my friend, 'tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
Somebody brave and strong,
With a helping hand, a generous heart,
With a gift of deed or song.
Do you doubtfully question, "Who?"
'Tis you, my friend, 'tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
The sad world bleak and cold,
When wan-faced children are watching
For hope in the eyes of the old.
Do you wond'ringly question, "Who?"
'Tis you, my friend, 'tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
And has been for years on years;
Somebody to soften its sorrows,
Somebody to heed its tears.
Then doubting question no longer, "Who?"
For, oh, my friend, 'tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
A deed of love to do;
Then up and hasten, everybody,
For everybody is you!
For everybody is you, my friend,
For everybody is you!
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YOUTH OF THE HEART
If we would keep our spirits young we should learn this lesson from the trees, by Richard Kirk:
Master, I learn this lesson from the trees:
Not to grow old. The maple by my door
Puts forth green leaves as cheerily as I,
When I was taller than this selfsame tree,
Put forth my youthful longings. I have erred,
Standing a bleak and barren leafless thing
Among my hopeful brothers. I am shamed.
I will not be less hopeful than the trees;
I will not cease to labor and aspire;
I will not pause in patient high endeavor;
I will be young in heart until I die.
—Lippincott's Magazine.
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YOUTH, USEFUL
A newsboy of only fourteen lately did
heroic rescue work in connection with the
disaster at the Alexandra docks extension, in
Newport, Monmouthshire, England, descending
sixty feet under the fallen and broken
timbers to clear the way to where the bleeding
and crippled laborers were lying. The
lad with two hands to help, and with a clear
brain and a loving heart, is a very important
factor in this busy and often troubled world.
(Text.)
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YOUTHFUL TENDENCIES
One of our illustrated papers presented a
picture in a late issue that painted a very
definite moral. It was labeled "Man in the
Making," and showed two well-grown boys
in a trolley car, one crowded in a corner and
reading "Dead-Eye Dick," and the other
sitting up thoughtfully and studying his
geometry.
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