The morning journal-courier., 1908-02-24

 Love knoweth all' the end from the beginning, Love seeketh all the brightest and the best, Love crowneth all; no triumphs worth the winning Save those whose wreaths are won at loves behest. Love builds the world: for one high purpose spending Its lavish treasures on the work be- gun; There Truth and Right, in one vast glory blending Shall dwell with Knowledge when the work is done. Vain, vain the labor of my hands con- triving To build on earth some shrine and temple fair, And vain this weird, wild fantasy of living Unless the soul of all things, Love, be there, The wedding marches and the nuptial torches An. what are theso but mimicry and jest, :. When Love lies dead and Life's fierce sunlight scorches The dying flowers with which his grave is drest, What boots it to the aching heart and yearning That Beauty smiles and strains of music fall, When Fate withholds the master pas sion, burning To crown with glory and to seal it all. No more. no more the dying Autumns splendor Shall paint the withered leaf No more. no more the broken chord shall render It's tone of joy or grief, We love but once; one heart is all that Pleasure Hath given us in store; This Is Not All. o Soul of Mine" We pour out fondly once the glowing
  treasure, And Life affords no more, 0 Life, 0 Life and is that little day The flying moments span, Whose soul and shadow melt in night away,
 The horoscope of man? Behind him nothingness, and deep be- fore
 Abyssmal darkness when the day is done: Nearing the brink at last, he plunges OCT.
 Bereft of all things, naked and alone, His earliest voice a cry, his last a groan.
 Can this be all, o ye immortal yearnings, For which we fight and toll Through dust and shame and mar vicious heart burnings And fear and pain and broil? If this be all kindly Night, OCT take us With starless shadows deep! 0 Sense and Passion, nevermoro awake us l From elemental sleep! This is not all, 0 soul of mine, re- pining. 1 Self-exiled wanderer from the Fa- thers home From the far-heaven the falthfu home-lights shining | Clean on my vagrant steps whereer roam
 The quest of Knowledge, led mt forth, unbidden, i Through realms of Sense and Time to wander far, To catch some glimpses of the pur pose hidden In rolling earth and solemn beaminl star
 Husks shall eat, and bitter breac of sorrow, Vain prodigal far from my Father! face.
 And on and on, tomorrow and to morrow Through labyrinthine glooms m. pathway trace. Yet shall gain my quest, and home ward turning Repentant steps. shall understand an, see How tho great Father-Hear above m yearnng Hath wrought his signs and miracle for me
 For me the glad earth threads tn painless spaces And tlreless sets the bounds of nigh and day.
 And far Uranus, dim and distant traces It's orbit vast and sheds it's twligh ray
 For me, for me, heir of the vas hereafter. The planets burn and star and systei sweep. Nor voice of prayer, nor human tear nor laughter, Shall stay the wanderers of the azur deep.
 For they are there, sublimel wrought, to tell me How wisdom holds the universe i awe,
 How Life and Death and all tha ger befcll me Are harmonies of one eternal law; That law. Q heart, that set thy pulse throbbing ; Through the long vista of the lapsn years,
 Whose dictates yet shall still tn
 ftful sobbing. And close the chapter of thy hope