Poem July 31, 1902 Issue

The Burn

Henry Johnstone with contributions from Robert S. MacArthur

The Outlook

Go forth upon thy journey, little one,
Make haste and run;
Long miles on miles thy liquid foot must creep
Ere thou have leave to sleep.

Uncounted loops and windings shalt thou pass,
Moistening much grass
And hidden roots of herbs, ere the great sea
Cry out to welcome thee.

By pebble bars, and many a sandy slip
Where wagtails trip,
Thy way lies, till it leads thee to leap down
From rock-shelves bare and brown.

There shalt thou sleep at last, thy toil all done,
Thy long race run,
Shalt sleep, and haply dream forevermore
One sweet dream o'er and o'er.

Henry Johnstone.
In The Outlook.

Courtesy is closely akin to religion; indeed, courtesy is an inseparable element of true religion. True politeness, inherent urbanity, is one of the fruits of indwelling religion. The Golden Rule is the highest law of etiquette.

Rev. Robert S. MacArthur.

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