Poem April 12, 1900 Issue

To Health

Sarah Louise Morris

Life's most essential friend, I drink to thee
And thy advancement in this o'er-frail world,
Thy laws thou dost not veil in mystery;
'Tis we, ourselves. Thy banner thou unfurled
Dost fling from every hilltop. Thou dost plead
With us to thrust aside the vanities
That do so warp body and mind. We heed
Thee not, and he who should a Hercules
Have been in stature grand, and grand in all
Intelligence, shrunken and dwarfed remains.
Heaven speed the time when the enshrouding pall
Of worldliness shall be thrown off; when veins
With ruddy health shall run, and every man
Reflect God's image, perfect as His plan.

Sarah Louise Morris

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