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Then recess past, alack,
On my hard bench
These lessons Thou dost give
To do, to bear,
What though I may not ask
Thou hast decreed
Some day the bell will sound
As with a shout
"Animula, vagula, blandula."
- EMPEROR HADRIAN
BY ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD
Life! I know not what thou art,
And in this strange divorce,
To the vast ocean of empyreal flame,
From whence thy essence came,
Or dost thou, hid from sight,
Wait, like some spell-bound knight, Through blank, oblivious years the appointed hour To break thy trance and reassume thy power? Yet canst thou, without thought or feeling be? O, say what art thou, when no more thou 'rt thee?
Life! we've been long together
Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
Choose thine own time;
Bid me Good Morning.
THE NEW YEAR LEDGER
BY AMELIA E. BARR
I said one year ago,
“I wonder, if I truly kept
Of days I smiled and days I wept,
I took a ledger fair and fine,
“And now," I said, “when days are glad, I'll write with bright red ink the line,
And write with black when they are bad,
“I will not heed the changing skies,
Nor if it shine nor if it rain;
Or friendship, love or honest gain,
“ Or if to any one I love
That will to me a pleasure prove:
So it shall be a happy day;
When hands and brain stand labor's test,
And I can do the thing I would Those days when I am at my best
Shall all be traced as very good. And in 'red letter,' too, I'll write Those rare, strong hours when right is might.
“When first I meet in some grand book
A noble soul that touches mine,
Through some gate beautiful of time,
“ And when pure, holy thoughts have power
To touch my heart and dim my eyes, And I in some diviner hour
Can hold sweet converse with the skies, Ah! then my soul may safely write: * This day has been most good and bright.' !!
What do I see on looking back?
A red-lined book before me lies,
That like a gloomy shadow flies, -
And I have found it good to note
The blessing that is mine each day;
In some dim future far away.
Then look with grateful wonder back,
The red days far exceed the black.
BY BYRON BEACH
Ah, Life, what art thou,
With thy smiles, and with thy fears? And what is Love,
That kisses Youth, and lingers through the years? And what is Death,
That chills each heart, and stills all troubling fears?
Dost thou not know, thou wanderer of mine?
Dost thou not harken to the breath of Spring And hopes that thrill and pine?
Dost thou know enough, that Life is good;
As free and broad as sunset ray?
To make or mar it as you may.
And what is Love?