The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1912-07-18

that puts you in tune with the best
part of the world smiling through
tears.
Sometimes, when / am real hun
CRY l sing for all l am worth then
folks notice me, and fight for the
honor of feeding me, first.
why, man. l sang this same song
of cheer to you last fall, and gave
you this same message. You would
not listen to me then, for it was on
one of your black days. Now / am
back again to see if there is any
change in you, and, behold, l find
you cursing the night and the morn
ing. Don't pose so much! Don't
criticise yourself too harshly! You
make rack of your lmaginatlons
and stretch yourself out on it; you
do not please the world by doing so,
instead, it is just that that makes
you lose the tune. You claim the
world is blow; l claim it kiss.
You speak of the blow; l sing of the
kiss. Your view of life is a pessi-
mistic one; mine one of optimism.
Which of us is IN tune?
Get from off the rack. Why, you
are a mere tangle of responsive
nerves. Look at life as / do, have
mission-one that elevates. Not
one that lowers.
Reconstruct, win back the tune.
for, we are all units, struggling to-
wards certain goal, trying to fit
ourselves so that we may be chosen
as voice in the great symphony.
Now, and again, we hear the discor-
dant notes, as some weary one drops
out of the vast procession. Many
there are who have fell by the way
side, my mission has to deal with all
of such; my song is to cheer the de-
spairing ones and to lead back the
struggling ones. Because Of tn e
disloyal, the treacherous, the dis
couraged and the SHINING ones, l
sing my song and it's lay is simply
this, Get TNc6 into tune
With the Infinite.
Let the Thief reconstruct.
The Scarlet Sister win back puri.
''The Loafer girda up his loins fol
honest labor.
''The Ishmael forget the wander.
lust.
Then. behold, all brothers, all sis
ters, all in tune with the other and
all striving for the one goal!
Last winter | sang in the slave
camps of the South. / sang to &
frail little girl in the turpentine belt
and she drank in my message, she
smiled through her tears -.
paused, as she had never done before
looked towards the west and, for the
first time in all her sad life, she saw
the glory of the dying day.
A slave in the lagoon raised his
tired head to chant joy song will
me. He Strengthened up and seem
ed to grasp life, as l hold it, an(
that is joy Joy in just being alive
"Unpremeditated art, folks call m.
song, but they are wrong for it i
premedjtated. When | cock m.
! head and look at you | am speakin!
to you and this is my message:
"Get in tune, Get in tune
If anyone spoils my nest, 1 MN6'
= 1t ASHi7a, better one. Ii any
: one or anything spoils you, do as
= do with my nest. make yoursel
. anew; only'by that method can 70
= again be in tune with the Infinite. .
e Suddenly, the bird music wa
0 hushed. the robin had put across
e message that woke up past glorie'
f Its work was done, so it flew ava!
O The manywho few moments be
n fore had wished the bird would sto
: singing. gazed out into the stree
O with eager eyes, as though in scare
l. for something he had lost. VIII
=, should the idle Itwitter of bir
d awaken memories that were bette
u left sleeping? But. was it idle twi
If ter? he asked himself. No it coul
o not be, for he found his though
a rowing back over crooked, barre
n road; back along that road some
v. where, was white manhood with i
b belief that the world was path !
a of roses and love was in all. and
le all. Why, only few days ago
k had read sketch from Black Rocl