Stick to Your Aim: A Poem

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when standing before Festus, the power to say, "I am not mad, most noble Festus, but speak forth the words of truth and soberness." Here you have the secret of the orator's power who sways the souls of men, as the winds sway the fields of ripening grain; this gave Pitts and Brougham the strange popularity so long enjoyed. It is this which, through Prof. MeClellan, evokes the multiplied tones of our majestic organ, until a highly prominent and gifted musician from Washington, D. C, said, the other day, that he was so entranced "he forgot to app'aud;" and another who said, when under the spell of the same inspirational manipulation, "I was nearer to heaven than ever I expected to be in this life, and may ever be again!" This influx and efflux from higher spheres is already beginning to influence the thought of the religious and the moral world; example and assertion, working together, are laying bare the foundations of crude and erroneous superstition, and the process will continue and increase by silent transfusion of new impulse, and

a consequent new life, meaning the redemption of man. The little leaven is working out its own and yet God-given powers, and its mission will never end, until the whole is leavened. Spiritual communion will be the normal condition with many earnest, seeking souls who will "vindicate the ways of God to man," so enabling the willing to live as becomes the children of the one great Father, who is over all, above all, to whom be glory forever and ever. Salt Lake City, Utah.

STICK TO YOUR AIM. Be firm; one constant element of luck Is genuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck,

Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip; But only crowbars loose the bull-dog's grip; Small though he looks, the jaw that never yields Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields! — Holmes.