Taking blessings as they come,
In the total find life’s sum;
Bind as in a volume vast,
Read the future by the past.
Only reaching heights sublime,
Willing step by step to climb;
Wealth to which a soul succeeds
Is to what the present leads.
BUILD.
How much can we hope to win, while we merely sit and plan?
It is better far to build, just building the best we can.
And pleasant it is to build though the building itself is small,
Though many a builder fail and many a building fall.
It is ever the willing hands are sure to accomplish most;
It is ever the truthful lips are least inclined to boast;
It is ever the loving heart, is the safest heart to trust;
Let us build because we may, and not because we must.
THE PERFECT SONG.
Shall we not gladly sing the song
A fainting heart to cheer?
Although the path is dark and long
Some saving help is near.
There is no hill so hard to climb
We may not reach the top;
It were a needless waste of time
To stop.
Shall we not gladly sing the song
To speed men on their way,
And swell the throng, the happy throng,
Swift pressing on to-day?
Which would we choose, to bravely sing
The while we do our best,
Or to an idle fancy cling
And rest?