Have you been wishing to aspire To better things? Has your sweet soul been lifted higher By willing wings?
Or has it fallen from a height So far above, That naught can make it pure and right Except God’s love?
What have you done to-day, dear heart,— What will you do? Will you not wisely do the part God gives to you?
Will you not put away the dream That fancies fill, And tho’ your duties humble seem Accept God’s will?
SWEETEST MUSIC.
A little child, at an organ In a room across the way, While trying to learn his lesson Awoke me from dreams to-day.
The exercises were simple But he soon began to cry, And I heard him say with feeling: “’Tis really no use to try!”
Then the master, bending o’er him As patiently as before, Said: “Let me take your place, dear, And I’ll show you how once more.”
Soon I hear instead of discord A sweet, harmonious sound, While the master’s skillful fingers The musical keys have found.