A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared I left my place to know them by their name, The mower in the dew had loved them thus, Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him, The butterfly and I had lit upon, That made me hear the wakening birds around, And feel a spirit kindred to my own; So that henceforth I worked no more alone; But glad with him, I worked as with his aid, And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech "Men work together," I told him from the heart, "Whether they work together or apart." BYRON BY JOAQUIN MILLER In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of sin and blot, I do not dare to draw a line Between the two, where God has not. FOR MERCY, COURAGE, KINDNESS, MIRTH For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, Nay, they wither, root and stem, Overbrim and overflow If your own heart you would know. THE WORLD'S NEED BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX So many gods, so many creeds, |