The fortune which would grieve—no shop to keep.

Enough. Man can climb higher and be free.

Leave be the veil and let men struggle through.

Let roots strike down and seek the growing needs;

And living stock stretch up toward the sun

With life and hope. Then let men work and woo,

Not anchorless, nor tumbling drift as weeds.

Fulfilment in the end and laurel won.

OUR MORNING LESSON

Love our neighbors as ourselves,

May we fit in where we can,

Love our God and praise his name

Is God's law for mortal man.

WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME

Bright smiles and many tear drops

Are begging loved ones stay;

For not all soldier boys come home

When bugles call today.

Brave lassies wait, toiling, hoping,

And keep the hearth brushed clean,

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