and may end his career in prison. I say: "Alas! he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle." In short, I think that the greater part of the miseries of mankind are caused by their giving too much for their whistles. -Benjamin Franklin. CHAPTER V POEMS THE ARROW AND THE SONG I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air. It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song. Long, long afterward, in an oak, THE DANDELION With locks of gold to-day, Then blossom bald; Behold, O man, thy fortune told. -Anonymous. TO-DAY So here hath been dawning Out of Eternity This new Day is born; At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did: So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Slip useless away? -Thomas Carlyle. THE CLOUD I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain; And laugh as I pass in thunder. I am the daughter of earth and water, I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, I rise and upbuild it again. -Percy Bysshe Shelley. WORK Let me but do my work from day to day, Then shall I see it not too great, nor small- At eventide, to play and love and rest, THE THINKER -Henry van Dyke. Back of the beating hammer By which the steel is wrought, And tramples it under heel! The drudge may fret and tinker For into each plough or sabre, Back of the motors humming, |