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Volume 1. No. 6 APRIL, 1910 Copyright for 1910 C. P. Gilman
The human soul is built for the love and service of the whole world. We confine it to the love and service of five or six persons, and the salvation of one.
WHEN THOU GAINEST HAPPINESS
When thou gainest happiness,
Life's full cup of sweetest wine;
Dost thou stop in grieving blind
Over those dark years behind?
Bitter now, rebellious, mad,
For the things thou hast not had—
Before everything was thine?
Dost not rather wonder why
Nearing blaze of joy like this,
Some prevision had not lit
Those dark hours with hope of it?
That thou couldst in patient strength
Have endured that sorrow's length—
Nothing—to the coming bliss!
Now, awaken! Look ahead!
See the earth one garden fair!
See the evils of to-day
Like a child's faults put away!
See our little history seem
Like a short forgotten dream!
See a full-grown rising race
Find our joy their commonplace!
Find such new joy of their own
As our best hopes have not known!
And take shame for thy despair!
MARTHA'S MOTHER
It was nine feet long.
It was eight feet high.