o! my songs have crossed the ocean
But the voice of my emotion finds no word.
If one proves weak who you fancied strong,
Or false who you fancied true,
Just ease the smart of your wounded heart
By the thought that it is not you!
If many forget a promise made,
And your faith falls into the dust,
Then look meanwhile in your mirror and smile,
And say, '_I_ am one to trust!'
If you search in vain for an ageing face
Unharrowed by fretful fears,
Then make right now (and keep) a vow
To grow in grace with the years.
If you lose your faith in the word of man
As you go from the port of youth,
Just say as you sail, '_I_ will not fail
To keep to the course of truth!'
For this is the way, and the only way -
At least so it seems to me.
IT IS UP TO YOU, TO BE, AND DO,
WHAT YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHERS. SEE?
Over and over the task was set,
Over and over I slighted the work,
But ever and alway I knew that yet
I must face and finish the toil I shirk.
Over and over the whip of pain
Has spurred and punished with blow on blow;
As ever and alway I tried in vain
To shun the labour I hated so.
Over and over I came this way
For just one purpose: O stubborn soul!
Turn with a will to your work to-day,
And learn the lesson of SELF-CONTROL.
THE WHITE MAN
Wherever the white man's feet have trod
(Oh far does the white man stray)
A bold road rifles the virginal sod,
And the forest wakes out of its dream of God,
To yield him the right of way.
For this is the law: BY THE POWER OF THOUGHT,
FOR WORSE, OR FOR BETTER, ARE MIRACLES WROUGHT.
Wherever the white man's pathway leads,
(Far, far has that pathway gone)
The Earth is littered with broken creeds -
And alway the dark ma