Poetry: Life

Li fe in ownard; U6e it VVnh a futward aim; Toil is healthy - choo?e t, And it wnrinrc claim. Lonk not to anotlier To prrform yourwiU: Let not your own bro'.her Keep your warm hand stiil. Life is ownarcl, never Look tipon the past; It would holri y on evef In its clutc ice fust. Jiow is your dominion, [ Weave it fts yon plenpe, Bind not the souFs opinión To a bed of easíf. Life is onward; try it, Ere Iho day is lost; It hath virtuc - buy it, At whatever cost. !f tbfl World rhould offer Every precious gem, . Lonk not at the scoffèf, Changc H tien. for them, Life is onward: hped i(, Ia cach varied dress; your own net can speed it, On to happiness. His bright pinion o'er you, Time waits not in vuin, ]f Hope chant before you, Her prophetic train. Life is ownard: prizcit, In sunshine and in Korm: Oh ! do not despiae it, In iti humblest forra. Jïope and Joy togethef. Standing at the gonl, Through Life8 dorkeBt weother, Beckon on the soul.