The World: A Poem

SPIRITUAL GROWTH. 201 harmony with those who are set to watch over us, and when, through life's journey, the ambush of the enemy is approached, the ''still small voice" is heard, sounding a warning, and the danger point may be passed in safety. As the sense of sight has been developed with the red man, so can we, through constant effort, develop a spirituality that will place us in communion with our Maker, so that like the "man of old," we may at last "walk and talk with God." Pleasant Grove, Utah. THE WORLD. {For the Improvement Era.) There is so much in this great world. My soul grows sick with looking at the ways That wind and knot and part to meet again, And part again, and knot and wind and' fade. Children of fashion ; children of the streets : Children of fashion hiding hungry hearts, Children of fashion steeped in sordid thoughts. Children of fashion crying for the light, Children of fashion careless of the dark . Children of gutters starving for kind words, Children of gutters starving for dry bread, Children of gutters hiding hungry hearts, Children of gutters, steeped in sordid thoughts, Children of gutters crying for the light, Children of gutters careless of the dark. 0 God! to see the way this heaving mass Goes by with smiles and tear 3, (and fewer smiles!) Laughing and cursing, (and cursing more!) What can one puny mind do in the whirl? What use one weakling arm to sway the tide? Ho! stand with arms rock-ribbed! There's a wave That washes rock to powder. Set your will In purpose fixed, as is the brain that willed Fixed in the skull. The sea flings wide a corpse And cares not if it rot on putrid sands. Kate Thoma.- New York City, N. Y.