New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-08-09


Is unknown 10 me:
BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
Beautiful faces are those that wear
u matters little If dark or fair
Whcc-souied honesty printed there.
Beautiful, ewes are those that show
Like crystal pancs where hoarth-tfes gov"
Beautiful thoughts that burn below"
beautiful Inns arc those whose words
Leap from the heart like songs OF birds
Yet whose uttorance prudence GlrdS
beautiful hands are those that do
Work that Is earnest ard brave ana uu',,
Moment by moment. the ong Gay through
Beautiful feet are those that go
On kindly ministries to and fro
Down lowlicst ways. IL God wills II So
Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseess burdens of homely care.
With patient grace and daily pra. r.
beautiful lives are those that bless
....ut rivers of happiness: 1870
Whose hidden fountains but few may guess
Beautiful twilight Mt set of sun:
Beautiful goal with race wei won:
Beautiful rest. with work well done.
Peautiful graves. where grasses CREEP IT, dam
Where brown leaves fall. where drifts lie deep
over worm 1t hands-oh beartitui sleep.
Tru,v YOURS. Mrs. H. NJ. NEsMITH
President-GeneraI Of the r. s. s: Tho author OF
the words and tho music OF this little song taught
tbon, IN me when was about nine years old. and
have never forgotten them. wish could give
Won the music for 1t Is so sweet Perhaps some one
else can supply that:
THE SNOWBIRD.
The ground was all covered with snow one day.
And two LITTLE S'Grs ss W srn nT cose By on tree
Merrly singing his chick-a-de-d'
He had not been singing that tune very long
Ere Emily heard him. so loud was MS song n1f; sh.
Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-dc-de."
"Oh. mother, Do get him some stockings and shoes
frock and cloak and hat Iii II ne choose 600
How warm would make him. poor chck-a-de-de'
The bird had flown down for some crumbs OF bread
And heard every word little Emily said n,. 10
And he laughed he warbed his chck-a-de-de
'I am grateful" he said 'for the wish you express
no s9ca 4s@sn fo With c my ali free
Than to hobbe about singing chick -de-de"
There Is One my dear child. tho cannot tell who.
Has clothed me already and warm enough. too.
ana away nc "e" |-(FRANCiS c. wOODwORTH.
The cub motto Is admirably well seected-noth-
Ing could be more approprlate-and the flower is
equally well chosen, for 1t expresses beauty long
drawn out. D. +. ~
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PRAY.
Be not afraid TO pray-to pray Is right.
Pray. If thou canst with hope; but ever pray.
Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay
Pray in the darkness, II there be no light.
Far is the time. remote from human sight.
When and dscord on the earth shall cease;
Yet every prayer for universal peace
Avails the blessed time 10 expedite.
Wbate'er is good to WISH ask that OF heaven.
Though it be what thou canst not hope 10 see
Pray TO be perfect. though material leaven
Forbid the spirit so on earth TO De:
But IL for any wish thou darest not pray
Then pray to God to cast that wish away
r -(HARTLEY COLERIDGE.
Sent by Miss Rcitz
Miss Helen f. Stevens sends the following verses:
TIME
In vain do search the annals OF crime
For so monstrous a thief old Father Time;
Sill no earthly being can boast OF the power
To hold the old robber in bondage an hour.
Onward he marches at furious pace.
Never halting moment In the terrible race.
And this hoary old monster Is only content
When on errands Of plumber his footsteps are bent.
He robs us Of beauty. Of youth and OF grace
He bows the fair form and disfgures tho face,
And ne turns the brown locks and the golden to
gray
He pausos not In his hasty career
To DER his treasures at the close OF the year
He moves bravely onward new victories 10 meet,
Scarcely viewing the trophies that lie at his Feet
HIS murderous scythe never rests in the sheath.
He mows thousands down at one pestilent Dreath'
He will reign in the future as he has In the past.
He has swept all before him and will to the last
Through ages eternal this monarch will wend
His way hercely onward. for his years never end,,
And legions OF angels with their pencils ana scrolls
VIII measure the space as his car onward rolls
-(HARRIET f. S. CRESSY.
II Miss Stevens will send two-cent stamp she
will receive T. s. S. pin