BE KIND. Be kind to the young!-in thy youth's merry day But dim not bright youth with the shadow of strife; Be kind to the aged-not long at thy side He is passing-soon passing away. Oh, let him not deem that when summoned from earth, He will leave but cold feelings behind; Give him still a warm nook of thy heart and thy hearth; Be kind to the aged-be kind. Be kind to the simple-although the full light Of genius to thee may be given ; Yet look not with scorn, in the pride of thy might, On a brother less favoured by heaven. He is not to be blamed if the God-given ray Hath but faintly illumined his mind; Thine own may be quenched by a cloud on the way; Be kind to the erring-full many a heart Unkindness hath driven astray; But the breath of reproach may but sharpen the smart That first sent it out of the way. Ye would not insult with a gibe or a sneer, THE WASTE OF WAR. Give me the gold that war has cost, And I will buy each rood of soil I'll clothe each shivering wretch on earth, Vesture befitting banquet mirth, Which kings might envy and admire. ANON. In every vale, on every plain, A school shall glad the gazer's sight; Where every poor man's child may gain Pure knowledge, free as air and light. I'll build asylums for the poor, By age or ailment made forlorn ; And none shall thrust them from the door, Or sting with looks, and words of scorn. I'll link each alien hemisphere ; Help honest men to conquer wrong; Art, Science, Labour, nerve and cheerReward the Poet for his song. In every crowded town shall rise Collegiate structures, and not few- In every free and peopled clime A vast Walhalla hall shall stand; A marble edifice sublime, For the illustrious of the land; A Pantheon for the truly great, To honour or to hold their dust. A temple to attract and teach Round the whole earth shall gladly rise; Household Words. LABOUR'S THANKSGIVING HYMN. THAT I must work I thank thee, God! Which doth mature the hardy grain, Stand stedfast in my self-respect. I thank thee, God, that I must toil! Wealth, birth, and rank, have hedged him in ; I heed but this-that I am man, And to the great of mind akin. Thank God, that like the mountain oak, Thank God for toil, for hardships, whence Which leaves our bosoms flesh and blood; |