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For love of God one vigil thou canst keep
And add thy drop of sorrow to the sea.

Having known grief, all will be well with thee,
Ay, and thy second slumber will be deep.

2. Love Only Can Heal

THE HARP OF SORROW

ETHEL CLIFFORD

Sorrow has a harp of seven strings
And plays on it unceasing all the day;
The first string sings of love that is long dead,
The second sings of lost hopes buried;
The third of happiness forgot and fled.
Of vigil kept in vain the fourth cord sings,
And the fifth string of roses dropt away.
The sixth string calls and is unanswered,
The seventh with your name forever rings-
I listen for its singing all the day!

3. Service Only Can Heal

SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS

JOHN MILTON

When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodged with me useless, though my soul's more bent
To serve therewith my maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"

I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best; his state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and sea without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."

4. Time Only Can Heal

SORROW

EMILY DICKINSON

They say that "Time assuages,”-
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.

Time is test of trouble

But not a remedy.

If such it prove, it proves, too,
There was no malady.

EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY

THEODORE TILTON

Once in Persia reigned a King

Who upon his signet ring

Graved a maxim true and wise,

Which, if held before the eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."

Trains of camels through the sand Brought him gems from Samarcand; Fleets of galleys through the seas Brought him pearls to match with these. But he counted not his gain

Treasures of the mine or main;

"What is wealth?" the king would say; "Even this shall pass away."

In the revels of his court
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests;
He amid his figs and wine,
Cried: "Oh loving friends of mine!
Pleasure comes but not to stay;
Even this shall pass away."

Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent;
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,-
Even this shall pass away."

Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubits in the air,

Rose his statue, carved in stone,
Then the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay-
Even this shall pass away."

Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath:
"Life is done, but what is death?"

Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."

X. CONDUCT OF LIFE

a.

PERSONAL

1. High Aims 2. Self-control

3. Work

4. Humility

5. Opportunity

6. Loyalty to Your Best Self

7. Loyalty to Duty

8. Creeds

b. SOCIAL (GOD IN ALL GREAt movements)

1. Social Struggle

2. National Affairs

3. International Affairs

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