We hope our notes may be peaceful
And free from carnage of war;
We would bind up the broken hearted
And cover the wound and scar,
But should foe our country menace
And refuse to be just and calm,
We would sound aloud the tocsin
And march to defend Uncle Sam.
To plant an intellectual seed
And guard its growth from noxious weed,
That it may fruitage bear,
Is solace more, a thousand fold,
Than hoarding bonds and stocks and gold,
Or sporting jewels rare.
GOOD HABITS.
A silent force marks out the course
Of every man and woman,
No matter what may be the lot
Of creatures that are human,
The end attained is ever gained
By means so strange and hidden,
We call it luck, instead of pluck,
Or fate by fairies bidden.
The human eye cannot descry
All workings of the brain;
At silent night, it gains a might
Which bears a mental train
Whose lucid glow may thrones o'erthrow,
Or bid new nations rise,
May prove some plan whereby proud man
May ransack earth and skies.
Think not such power a fairy's dower,
Or influence from some star,
It did not spring from anything
Beyond what mortals are.