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Improvement Era, vol. 12, no. 6, April 1909, p. 449

Frost, Grace Ingles

SELF-CONTROL. 449 the newer, and greater, and higher, and nobler the work, the slower is its growth, the surer is its lasting success. Mushrooms attain their full power in a night; oaks require decades. A fad lives its life in a few weeks; a philosophy lives through generations and centuries, If you are sure you are right, do not let the voice of the world, or friends, or of family swerve you for a moment from your purpose. Accept slow growth if it must be slow, and know the results must come, as you would accept the long, lonely hours of the night, — with absolute assurance that the heavyleaded moments must bring the morning. Let us as individuals banish the word "Hurry" from our lives. Let us care for nothing so much that we would pay honor and self-respect as the price of hurrying it. Let us cultivate calmness, restfulness, poise, sweetness, — doing our best, bearing all things as bravely as we can; living our life undisturbed by the prosperity of the wicked or the malice of the envious. Let us not be impatient, chaffing at delay, fretting over failure, wearying over results, and weakening under opposition. Let us ever turn our face toward the future with confidence and trust, with the calmness of a life in harmony with itself, true to its ideals, and slowly and constantly progressing toward their realization. Let us see the cowardly word Hurry in all its most degenerating phases, let us see that it ever kills truth, loyalty, thoroughness; and let us determine that day by day we will seek more and more to substitute for it the calmness und repose of a true life nobly lived. [to be continued] ONLY. {For the Improvement Era. Only a word to comfort, spoken in accents low, But it returned in after years to lessen the giver's woe. Only a word of kindness, spoken to one astray, But a heart was made repentant, and turned from sin away. Only a word, so little it seems when given with love, Yet, though we deem it nothing, 'tis written in heaven above. Waterloo, Utah. Grace Ingles Frost.