The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1920-11-04

might catch his vision until they would
see with Kipling that, "on every sea,
under every sky, of every race and
creed, we are all brothers Of one
blood +" It has been said that, "while
by the grace Of Lord Salisbury, Al
fred Austin was poet-laureate of Eng
land, by the grace of God, Rudyard
Kipling is poet laureate Of the British
Empire" His spirit is too cosmopoli-
tan for him to be claimed by one
country, for to him
There is neither east nor west,
Il Border, nor breed, nor birth,
When two strong men stand face to
face, ~
Though they come from the ends Of
ga the EARTH"
Maltbie Babcock, that great poet
preacher, who died too young as it
seems to US, has been one of my
spiritual guides, and perpetual in
spiration. It was he who conceived
of life as school: .f
run home with a happy shout,
When the school Of life's heartache is
..... out" ..@g a.
He is encouraging social service in
his church.. christianity has three
points-God, man, and his neighbor,
with two lines that make a right
angle. looking up to God, and out to
our brother What God sends down
the perpendicular line, we must pass
along the horizontal. If one hand
goes up to God, the other must 20 out
to our brother. That was the way
Jesus stood, Son of God, and the
Brother of men-flial and fraternal.
/ wish that noble hymn of Babcock's
might be written over the doors of all
our schools, BE Strong" 4
A few years ago, / was Juggling a
heavy vacuum-cleaner, weighing near
'ly one hundred pounds from the par
sonage to the church. Painting for
breath, stopped and gazed at my
burden. My tifteen-year old son, see
ing my predicament and noting my
exhaustion, ran up to me with force
full gestures and stentorian voice, and
said: ..., -. 4
Daddy, I'D ~
BE strong!
We. are not here to dream, to drift,
We have hard work to do, and loads
to lift
Face it, it's Gods gift,
Be strong" .tsa@.
And picking up the instrument, over
which had we'll nigh tainted, he
carried it to it's destination with the
ease of Sampson carrying off the
gates of GAIA. was profoundly glad
that the lad had caught the spirit of
that hymn, which he had heard sung
in the church and also, that had been
rebuked by this little preacher for
standing idle and dreaming when
there is 'hard work to do, and loads
to lift" s
l have named few of my invisible
friends and spiritual guides, who
have unlocked the doors which opened
up to my youthful mind the treasures
of human knowledge. With but two
or three exceptions, I never saw their
faces in this world, but in the land
Supernal, shall look them up, and be
everlastingly grateful to them that
they pushed me out upon Gods sea,
and set my soul toward Him as the
tide sets for the shore. ~
l will close with quotation from
Mr.. Darwin In youth he loved poetry
and music and art, but turning his
thoughts to science, he declares that
his mind became a kind of machine
for grinding general laws out Of large
collection Of facts. Before he died,
he found that by neglecting his youth
full talents, nature had atrophied this
part of his brain, so that poetry, mu-
sic, and pictures became so intolerably
dull, that they nauseated him. And
the closing message of his life was
this:
IF / had my life to live over again"
(this is the point, young people), Il
would have made it a rule to read
some poetry, and listen to some mu-
sic at least once every week."