Of Creation's swelling strains,
Chanted by the towering mountains,
Surging sea, and sweeping plains.

Let us make each day our birthday--
Every morning life is new,
With the splendors of the sunrise,
And the baptism of the dew;
With the glisten of the woodlands,
And the radiance of the flowers,
And the birds' exultant matins,
In the young day's wakening hours.

Let us make each day our birthday,
To a newer, holier life,
Rousing to some high endeavor,
Arming for a nobler strife,
Toiling upward, looking Godward,
Lest our poor lives be as discords,
In Heaven's symphony of love.

S.A.R.,
_College Notre Dame, San Jose, Cal._



JANUARY 1.


A NEW YEAR'S WISH.