The Impress of the Soul: A Poem

JASON'S REVENGE. 869

er. " Placing it on the coals, he started for a stroll among the dear old cliffs, to commune with the rugged solitude, and read of God in his ancient stony records. From a lofty point he looked down on the valley, the river, and the town, vhose housetops were visible above the trees. Down in the green canyon, on his right, a youth and maid were seated under the huge cottonwood,by the spring. They were talking, and seemed to be perfectly at ease. "Bless your days," thought the solitary onlooker, "it was you, Ophelia, who marshaled my powers, and set them to work; and from you, my dear Budd, I learned the blessedness of charity. My ' revenge be forgotten. Wandering back over the hills to a high k!Joll, he looked long and thoughtfully at the distant, desert haze. What a wonderful world, this that had been prepared for man! The very rocks and mountains seemed to speak — speak with a still voice — hark! The very stillness was singing and shouting the truth: "Live, son of man — live in action and diligence — 'Live by every word that proceedeth forth from the mouth of God' —brace all your strength to gain the mastery ' 'Nor stop, nor pause in thine eternal course, Faster and farther by each knowledge won Trace the Kolobian rays to their bright source, Pierce to the glories high beyond the sun."

Grayson, Utah.

THE IMPRESS OF THE SOUL.

The work you are doing, day by day, Beareth the mark of the soul within, Proclaims to the world the man you are Through it, life's battle you lose or win.

Oh, better your work were left undone, If you think of it ever with shame

Remember that thou alone canst make A symbol of truth and worth — thy name. Maud Baggarley. Waterloo, Salt Lake City, Utah.