151. Thought-magnets With each strong thought, with every earnest longing
For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,
Invisible vast forces are set thronging
152. The Law The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
153. Speech Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
154. A Maiden To Her Mirror He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;
155. Our Atlas Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,
Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled
The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might
156. Time And Love Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
New seasons ripen, perish, die,
166. Forbidden Speech The passion you forbade my lips to utter
Will not be silenced. You must hear it in
The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:
167. Two Sinners There was a man, it was said one time,
Who went astray in his youthful prime.
Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet
168. Does It Pay? If one poor burdened toiler oâ??er lifeâ??s road,
Who meets us by the way,
Goes on less conscious of his galling load,
169. The Foolish Elm The bold young Autumn came riding along
One day where an elm-tree grew.
'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,
170. Realisation Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
171. A Girl's Autumn Reverie We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
172. An Empty Crib Beside a crib that holds a babyâ??s stocking,
A tattered picture book, a broken toy,
A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
173. High Noon Timeâ??s finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
174. The Wish Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,
â??Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
175. Our Blessings Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
176. Penalty Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
177. Platonic I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
178. Drouth Why do we pity those who weep? The pain
That finds a ready outlet in the flow
179. Come Back Clean This is the song for a soldier
To sing as he rides from home
To the fields afar where the battles are
180. A Pin Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine wheneâ??er we meet,
181. The Story Of Grumble Tone There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.
'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be,
A life upon the bounding wave is just the life for me!'
182. Don't Drink Don't drink, boys, don't!
There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,
In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.
183. Fading All in the beautiful Autumn weather
One thought lingers with me and stays;
Death and winter are coming together,
184. Inspiration Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell,
Silent with long-unbroken silences,
Centred in self yet not unpleased to please,
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.
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