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To the world! To the world! Let us carol its song, Let us conquer its grief and the wrath of its wrong, Till the lilt of its laughter shall sweeten the sod With the joys of the skies and the gladness of G.o.d!
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To the world! To the world! Where the gleam hides the gloom And the lilies of love on the battle-fields bloom,-- Where the light of the longing lies low on the stream, And the soul seeks the crown of his dream,--of his dream!
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To the world! To the world! To the world that we know With its sunlights of love and its shadows of woe,-- To the world lifted up, lifted far to His face, And the mercy that dwells in His bountiful grace!
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To the world! To the world! It has beautiful years With the pleasurers of peace and the turmoil of tears, And wherever the feet wander fainting or far Every day is a sun, every night is a star!
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To the world! O, the world! Ah, the fruits of its soil From the gardens of love drive the terrors of toil, And the sins that embitter us leave us and then We shall stand in His presence perfected of men!
The Glory Train.
Yondah stan's de gospel station Whar de railroad runs away Foh de house ob many mansions Ober at de judgment day!
Bettah git a move on, sinnah!
Doan't yuh let yoh folks detain!
Hurry up an' git yuh ticket Foh de glory train!
It's on time an' sho'lly comin'
Wid on measu'hed powah, Wid the ingine flames a-spoutin'
Moah dan fohty miles an houah!
Doan't yuh stan' dar jes' a-foolin'!
Wid de judgment on yoh brain!
Hurry up an git yoh ticket Foh de glory train!
Preachah say yuh have ter hurry, 'Case de kyars go whizzin' by,-- Ef yuh want ter check yoh baggage Foh de mansions high; Bid farewell ter ebery pleasuah, An' de bad wo'ld's burnin' pain; Hurry up an' git yoh ticket Foh de glory train!
There are many dainties that hold attractions for the epicure, but in the strenuous times of campaign struggles they all give way to "pie."
The Bright Day.
The bright day, the bright day, The shadows smiling through,-- The bright day, the bright day Where Love looks up at you!
The bright day, the bright day!
The sorrows fade from view; The white day, the light day, The child heart always knew!
The bright day, the bright day!
The sun is golden there; The sad clouds are glad clouds And gone is every care.
The sky life, the high life, Is waiting at the sh.o.r.e; The bright day, the bright day, Shining evermore!
Caught on the Fly.
The wonder of it all is how a fool can ever have any money to be parted from.
When the efficient man appears, there is no juggling with occasion or ceremonious tradition. The instinct of helpless selfishness clothes him on the spot with robe and crown.
Shoot arrows at the sun, if you will; but before you proceed to unload your quiver in that direction, set aside a sufficient reserve fund to discharge squarely at beef-steak and potatoes.
The Kingbolt Philosopher.
"I heered tell," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "thet one of them-air bra.s.s-collared fellers down at St. Looey thinks he hez a baboon thet is the connectin' link betwixt men en monkeys. I seed the same thing over to Lumpkinsville the last time I wuz thar. I guess thet feller must hev gone down thar en caught it en put it in a cage. It wuz in some respects much like a human. It walked on two legs en wore clothes, shoes, a shirt en a hat like a man. It wuz erbout the size ov a fourteen-yar ole boy, en it kep' on smokin' cigerretts all the time. A feller tole me thar it 'ud smoke six boxes ov 'em a day. I don't see whut's the use ov goin'
clar to St. Looey to see a thing like thet, when they keep plenty ov 'em as near as Lumpkinsville! Stan'nin' right out on the main streets, too, en not chargin' a-cent to look at it all ye want to!"
If you have the "good resolution habit" swear off on that and do business.
Little Sermons.
The man who has a good appet.i.te needn't worry the Lord with any troubles.
If faith without works is dead, that of the average loafer must be worse than an Egyptian mummy.
The brother with the best lungs may pray the loudest, but that gives him no insurance of a cool place over yonder.
