Finally.
Finally, brethren, finally,
We are marching to the sky,
And all this earthly music
Tunes us up for bye and bye!
If We Were Wise.
"If we were wise," said the social philosopher, "civilization would be of a different metal. But we are not all of us wise, and therefore we build court-houses and churches and sanitariums, and lawyers, doctors and preachers become necessary, all being the inventions of our lack of wisdom." And the man knew, for he had just been through the alimony court, turned out of church, and was on his way to a winter resort for the tinkering of his health.
Life.
A little day through which we play
In spite of wish and warning;
A little love along the way,
And then good-night,—till morning!