Worn in heart and sorely vexed;
Almost sinking 'neath our load,
Famishing on life's high road,--
Darkness, doubt, and dark despair
Leading us we know not where,--
How hath sweet remembrance caught
From the past some happy thought!
And, refreshed, we on would go,
Cheered with hopes from Long Ago.
What a store-house, filled with gems
Of more worth than diadems,
Each hath 'neath his own control,
From which to refresh his soul!
Let us, then, each action weigh,
Some good deed perform each day,
That in future we may find
Happy thoughts to bring to mind;
For, with ever ceaseless flow,
Thoughts will come from Long Ago.






DETERMINED TO BE RICH.