The dream-face beckons yonder,--beckons o'er The long years fled afar and lapse of longing days, Who leaned against my bosom in the love-wreathed ways.

Then fled, and came no more!

V.

Turn turn, O, Time, and lead with thy hard hands Me like a child back where two young hearts fondly met: A music laughs there always, and beyond the dim eyes wet Love rules her perfect lands!

On the Road to Riches.

"What are you foolin' with now, John?" Asked the inquisitive neighbor of John who was always inventing something that he thought would bring him fame and fortune.

"I'm on the right track at last," replied John gleefully. "I'm inventin'

a pole that will knock the persimmons, an' if I can only make it work, I'll be a millionaire in fourteen minutes, selling out to the candidates that are running for office this year!"

A little life in which to do The little deeds that rise before; A little love, a song or two, And then the little life is o'er!

"When Troubles Come, My Honey."

When troubles come, my honey, And sorrows dark the sky, We'll seek the cave of faithful love And watch the clouds go by; A refuge safe, my honey, From all the storm and strife, Where joy shall keep the strong heart young Through all the cares of life.

Then come with me, my honey; What though the wild winds blow?

With hand and heart true love shall keep Us safe through weal and woe!

The storm-clouds dark, my honey, May fret the deep blue sky, But love shall keep us smiling still Of bright days by and by!

Be Patient.

Don't you lose your stock of patience When the world seems going wrong; It was here before you found it With its happiness and song; And it's altogether likely That it's pretty sure to stay With its music and its blossoms After you have gone away.

And no matter how you labor Smoothing down the rocky way, On the paths where men shall wander It is likely stones will stay.

Here and there the little pebbles You may banish one by one, But the mountains rise forever And your work is never done.

Don't despair! What use to worry When the load you have to leave?

Other hands and hearts will follow And the heavy task receive; Do your own part to the limit!

Give it all the strength you can, And as sure as G.o.d is ruling He will crown you all a Man!

Step by step the world advances Up the long and slippery slope; Step by step it slow upwanders Through the valleys of its hope; Leave the tasks that rise beyond you!

Do the little deeds you can, And the millions coming after Shall complete what you began!

The Good Book tells us that the Master went about doing good while he stayed in the world, and so we are not surprised when it tells about his welcome to the glory-land.

To the Light.

I.

To the Light! To the Light! Let us climb to the Star That is swinging above where the benisons are, Till we rest in the meadows where blossom above All the daisies of Peace and the roses of Love!

II.

From the dim and the dusk of the blood-sprinkled years, How the nations have toiled from the valleys of tears,-- How the races have groped through the shadows of Wrong To the gladness of Joy and the music of Song!

III.

And the Man with the Race, how he leaps from the woe Of the battle fields dead and the sorrows they know,-- How he gathers his tents from the dark of the night Till he finds a sweet home in the gardens of light!

IV.

Oh, the thousands that fell by the mountains and stream Where the men of the past spilt their blood for a dream!

How the feet, ever striving, slow stepped from the past Till they found the sweet music of rapture at last!

V.

To the Light! To the Light! Yonder still shines the Star That is waiting for us where the benisons are, And there in the meadows that blossom above We shall gather in peace all the roses of Love!

Little Sermons.

Some people do all they can to make others uncomfortable, and call it their religion.

The love which is so superfine that it can't find a place for its home in this world is entirely too good for a hearty welcome in the next one.

The reason why the preachers don't have larger congregations must be on account of their not wanting to call the sinners but the righteous to repentance, and there is always plenty of room.