Press On: A Poem

ROMANCE OF A MISSIONARY. 871 Then they visited the Cartwright Memorial Hall and beautiful Chellow Dean. The middle of the afternoon found them resting on a seat in Peel park. They talked until train time, and then Grace went to the station with him. She promised to write and tell him how Elsa progressed, and also when she herself would be coming to London on her way to Berlin. In the second letter which Willard received from her, this paragraph appeared: And now, I have decided not to go to Berlin; at least, not at this time. This may appear like backing out, but I can't help it. I am not well yet, and I do not feel able to go to a strange city and begin my work which will not be easy. I am going back home, and Elsa Fernley is going with me. We are to set out just as soon as she is strong enough. I have written to my friends on the Continent, and I think they will be ready to go home about the time we are. I shall drop you a card saying goodby when we are ready to leave. Love to the Lorings. When do you expect to be released? When you find out let me know. I shall be waiting over home. [TO BE CONCLUDED IN THE OCTOBER NUMBER.] PRESS ON. (For the Improvement Era.) There ne'er will be a hill to climb, So high that man, with aid divine, May not attain its height by work ; They only fail who strive to shirk The burdens to be borne. We reach the plain, where shines the sun, But by surmounting, one by one, The obstacles that throng the way, And, leaving them behind each day, Undauntedly press on. The sun ne'er rests, but ever true Smiles on alway, seen by the few; Oft shadows in its pathway tower, But it o'ercometh by its power To cheerfully press on. Waterloo, Utah. Grace Ingles Frost.