THERE are lonely hearts to cherish
While the days are going by ;
There are weary souls who perish
While the days are going by;
If a smile we can renew

As our journey we pursue,
Oh, the good we all can do
While the days are going by!

There's no time for idle scorning
While the days are going by ;
Be our faces like the morning
While the days are going by :
Oh, the world is full of sighs,
Full of sad and weeping eyes;
Help the fallen one to rise.

While the days are going by.

All the loving links that bind us
While the days are going by,
One by one we leave behind us
While the days are going by;
But the seeds of good we sow,
Both in sun and shade will grow,
And will keep our hearts aglow
While the days are going by.

ONCE to every man and nation

Comes the moment to decide,

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, For the good or evil side;

Some great cause, a new Messiah

Offers each the bloom or blight, And the choice goes by for ever, 'Twixt that darkness and that light.

Then to side with Truth is noble, When we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit And 'tis prosperous to be just;

Then it is the brave man chooses,
While the coward stands aside,

Till the multitude make virtue
Of the faith they had denied.

J. R. Lowell.

FOR me

-to have made one soul

The better for my birth

To have added but one flower
To the garden of the earth:

To have struck one blow for truth
In the daily fight with lies;
To have done one deed of right
In the face of calumnies:

To have sown in the souls of men
One thought that will not die;

To have been a link in the chain of life-
Shall be immortality.

E. Hatch.

99.

HOURS there will come of soulless night, When all that's holy, all that's bright, Seems gone for aye :

When truth and love, and hope and peace, All vanish into nothingness,

And fade away.

Fear not the cloud that veils the skies,

'Tis out of darkness light must rise,

As e'er of old :

The true, the good, the fair endure,

And thou, with eyes less dim, more pure, Shalt them behold.

Frederick M. White.

O HALLOWED memories of the past,
Ye legends old and fair,
Still be your light upon us cast,
Your music on the air!

In vain shall man deny,

Or bid your mission cease,
While stars yet prophesy

Of love, and hope, and peace.

And while from out our dying dust,
Light more than life doth stream,
We bless the faith that bids us trust
The future that we dream.

In death there is no fear,

There's radiance through the gloom,
While love and hope are here,
The angels of the tomb.

Then, hallowed memories of the past,
Or legends old and fair,
Still be your light upon us cast,

Your music on the air!

In vain shall man deny,

Or bid your mission cease;

The stars yet prophesy

Of love, and hope, and peace.

S. F. Adams.