Poem March 13, 1902 Issue

Live for Something

Robert Whitaker with contributions from Anon

Live for something, have a purpose,
And that purpose keep in view.
Drifting like a helpless vessel,
Thou canst ne'er to life be true.
Half the wrecks that strew life's ocean,
If some star had been their guide,
Might have long been riding safely,
But they drifted with the tide.

Robert Whitaker.

The reason why we speak of so many of life's experiences as "losses," is because we fail to take account of the gains of which these so-called losses were the price, and which we never should have obtained without them.

The (Baptist) Standard.

The love of Christ is too large for any heart to hold it. It will overflow into others' hearts; it will give itself out, give itself away, for the enriching of other lives.—Anon.

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