...Compare with this sad confession our poet's cheerful words : " I mourn no more my vanished years ! " " The windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun." Nature, says James Eussell Lowell, choosing between the Puritan and the Quaker for her New England...

...Beneath a' tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run;...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I flnd, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert land,...

...An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, 1 hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert...

...Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. ,, The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert...

...the life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear...grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead. Self-ease is pain ; the only rest is labor for...

...The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. T plough no more a desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes...

...years: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert...

...on the bases of Clive's victories and unquenchable British enterprise. ANNE MILES. " The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun." JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. On a day in 1813 a young wife, Mrs. Anne Miles, was brought home to what is...

...vanish'd years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. No longer forward, nor behind, I look in hope and...grateful, take the good I find, The best of now, and here. O God, thy blessings undeserv'd Have mark'd my erring track, And wheresoe'er my feet have swerv'd,...

...with flowers Whose end is to be fair ? —Alice Cary. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. —Wmttier. A man's own good breeding is the best security against other people's ill manners. —Chesterfield....