Poem March 20, 1902 Issue

To-day

BY F. W. B.

It is always to-day;
We fear lest the coming to-morrow
Will bring us some burden of sorrow;
But it comes not to-day.

It is always to-day;
At the yesterday's blunders we fret,
And forget that 'tis idle regret,
For they touch not to-day.

It is always to-day;
We have strength for it always; and fear
And regret have no place with us here
In God's blessed to-day.

Dr. John Henry Barrows, president of Oberlin College, in his lecture on "The Universal Recognition of the Divine," says: "Prehistoric men had their idols and their beliefs in the life beyond. Religion is something that springs up within him. Man may call God by a hundred names, but they cannot get permanently away from the Infinite Spirit."

No true work since the world began was ever wasted; no true life since the world began has ever failed.

Samuel Smith Harris.

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