28 The Young Soldier. And brought the cap she had lined with silk, And her heart, though it bled, was proud as she said, Another year, and the roses Were bright on the bush by the door; Her pale cheeks glad once more. "O mother! news has come to day! Our Johnny's regiment, they say, "O mother, you must buy me a dress, "The brightest day that ever yet So up and down ran Lettice, And all the farmstead rung With where would he set his bayonet, And where his cap would be hung! And the mother put away her look Of weary, waiting gloom, And a feast was set and the neighbours met The good old father silent stood, With his eager face at the pane, And Lettice was out at the door to shout When she saw him in the lane. And by and bye, a soldier Came o'er the grassy hill; It was not he they looked to see, He brought them Johnny's knapsack, 'Twas all that he could do, And the cap he had worn begrimed and torn, With a bullet-hole straight through. Good Heart and Willing Hand. GOOD HEART AND WILLING HAND. A SONG FOR THE WORKERS. C. MACKAY, LL.D. N storms or shine, two friends of mine Isto forth to work or play, And when they visit poor men's homes 'Tis willing hand! 'tis cheerful heart! Around the hearth come joy and mirth Where'er their faces glow. 29 Come shine-'tis bright! Come dark-'tis light So heavily fall the hammer stroke ! Merrily sound the song. Who falls may stand, if good right hand Who weeps may sing, if kindly heart The humblest board has dainties pour'd, The crust they eat is honey sweet, The water good as wine. They fill the purse with honest gold; Without these twain the poor complain Of evils hard to bear, But with them poverty grows rich, And finds a loaf to spare! Their looks are fire, their words inspire, About their knees the children run, So heavily fall the hammer stroke! Merrily sound the song! (By kind permission of the Author. 80 They didn't Think. THEY DIDN'T THINK. NCE a trap was baited "I don't think you know!" Once there was a robin, "I don't care," said the robin, Now, my little children, You who read this song, Don't think there's always safety Where no danger shows, A British Workman's Home. Don't suppose you know more And don't go to destruction 'Cause you "didn't think." A BRITISH WORKMAN'S HOME. I REV. THOS. JARRATT. DWELL in a neat little cottage, At evening from labour returning, United our voices we raise, O listen, companions of labour, And make of your comforts the most; 31 82 What is Success? WHAT IS SUCCESS? REV. G. T. COSTER. is success? God answer what! WHAT Within a royal tomb to rot At last, is this success? To walk amid the world's mad scorns, Pretence and wrong in garb of gold What is success? Great Maker, end He heard; a sudden glory shone: And by it beamed a spirit young, He answer made, (it seemed he sung), "Heaven is success!" 'twas all: enough! Then welcome be the road tho' rough And what to me a mortal's frown, O grasp within thy greedy arms This world, and myriads more, And drain them of their vaunted charms And endless Failure end them all. Then death is gain,-bright angels call, |