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MEMORY GEMS

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one;

Yet the light of the whole life dies

When love is done.

BOURDILLON.

Our todays and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

LONGFELLOW.

Every right action and true thought sets the seal of its beauty on person and face.

RUSKIN.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the

angels.

LONGFELLOW.

True worth is in being, not seeming,
In doing each day that goes by
Some little good, not in dreaming
Of great things to do by and by.

FOURTH YEAR

THE TREE

THE Tree's early buds were bursting their brown; "Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.

"No, leave them alone

Till the blossoms have grown,"

Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to

crown.

The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: "Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as he swung. "No, leave them alone

Till the berries have grown,”

Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung.

The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow: Said the Girl," May I gather thy berries now?" "Yes, all thou canst see:

Take them, all are for thee,"

Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low.

BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON.

THE VIOLET

OWN in a green and shady bed

DOWN

A modest violet grew;

Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colors bright and fair!
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;

And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see,

That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

JANE TAYLOR.