By Hamlin Garland
The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
Go wade like the crane;
The palms of your hands will thicken,
The skin of your cheek will tan,
You’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,
But you’ll walk like a man!
By Walter D. Wintle
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.
By Susan Coolidge
Every day is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you –
A hope for me and a hope for you.
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.
Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days, and sad days, and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.
cannot undo and cannot atone;
God in His mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own,
Today is ours, and today alone.
Here is the spent earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share the morn,
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain
Take heart with the day, and begin again.
By Joseph Morrs
It takes courage to begin it, that is sure;
For the first step is the hardest, and we always think the load
May be greater than we’ve power to endure.
And the second and the third will soon be past.”
So we trudge on through the noontime, and the setting of the sun
Find us coming to our stopping-place at last.
Of the slope that reaches up into the sky;
But he starts, and with the climbing he will find he’s gained the strength
To attain the very top, however high.
For the climbing of a mountain takes out one step at a time –
Who has courage to do that will reach the goal;
which is his alone who dares to prove his soul.
By Lena Lathrop
Ever made by the Hand above?
A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life –
And a woman’s wonderful love.
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy.
Manlike, you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bar of my woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee.
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart to be true as God’s stars
And as pure as His heaven your soul.
I require a far greater thing;
A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts –
I look for a man and a king.
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did on the first
And say,”It is very good.”
From my soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.
You can hire and little to pay;
But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life
Are not to be won that way.