The age-herald., 1901-01-27

70 well for him whose will is strong! He suffers, but he will not suffer long, He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong: For him nor moves the loud worlds ran
 dom mock
 Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems promontory rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent
 sound,
 In middle ocean meets the surging shock Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. But i'll for him who, bettering not with
 time,
 Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended
 Will,
 And ever weaker grows thro' acted crime Or seeming genial venial faux
 Recurring and suggesting stilll He seeems as one whose footsteps halt, Polling in immeasurable sand.
 And OCT weary, sultry land,
 Far beneath a blazing vault,
 Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill The city sparkles like a grain of salt"
 Many a maiden pure and fair, and un- spotted from the world, has written many a time in the love-words of the youthful faithful that may at will strew with flowers our ways of life and living, and thus a great truth of humanity has been registered; truth which is powerful lead maiden and youth alike happily unto happy womanhood and manhood, and these into even happier age.
 Whatever be the years that have come to us, our condition is we will 1t, the world is as we make and take, my beloved.
 Every day as it comes and goes is as we wish 1t to be, strive for 1t.
 We may rise the perfect da wninp Of a perfect day of sunlight and wooing breezes, a day that in nature is, from it's first rays of light to it's last beams that quiver in the gathering gloom, a season that is fit bridal of earth and sky, and yet by clos ing our spirits to the tenderer impulses we may make 1t time of darkness
 Sunbeams, floods of light, breezes as of divine breath birds singing joyousness, wheeling bees and droning beetles the green grass and green trees, placid lakes and streams that murmur ceaseless notes in natures splendid anthem of praise, and all the myriads of beautiful things and multitudinous voices of sweetness all would be darkened and silenced and dimmed if the spirit were closed to the i'm pulses of faith, love- comradeship, and gen. erous human kindness
 Without the quality of receptivity, with out these better human graces, the bright est day in all the calendar of time might be to the soul day of darkness.
 If the will join the heart in the demand for gladness there shall be gladness and the world shall ring with laughter
 Though the day break in cold and cheer less blackness of nature, with the heavy clouds pouring down heavy floods, and chilling winds roaring and killing, all shall be bright in the heart of sunshine the soul of song. The human will, the human spir- it, rise above the atmosphere of the hour, above the murkiness, the gloom, to the sunshine of mental creation.
 Though doubt, fear unrest, unhappiness, disappointment, and all manner of miser- ies pile about us and hide all joy desire joined to a loving will and purpose shall cause all to melt and vanish, leaving us blissful in loves fair garden of song and sunlight, hand in hand and heart to heart with our own. Blessed are our own!
 If we will 1t so, so it is, my beloved. The issue of joy and grief success and failure, is with ourselves, with our hearts and our