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Growth

Improvement Era, vol. 18, no. 6, April 1915, p. 499

Grace Ingles Frost

BEAUTIFUL MADEIRA 499

We hurry back to our palatial ocean home once more, and, as the good ship sails toward dear old England, we turn with keen regret to the lovely island with its luxurious scenes, enjoyed so much during the few lovely hours we spent there. Madeira fades awav in the distance like a beautiful dream

NATIVES

Growth

Full oft a loosened pebble, that hath turned Beneath the tread, hath given wealth so yearned That earth's vast bosom hath been undermined, Such Midas of her affluence to find. The morn foretells not what, at waning light, Shall grace the advent of approaching night.

From small beginnings wondrous things arise, Far greater than do mortals realize; In striving to perform some duty well, A duty that, perchance, the truth to tell, Unlovely seems unto the eye of man, He yet hath learned to know some higher plan, A meed that unto him ofttimes hath brought, Like Saul, a recompense he had not sought. Grace Ingles Frost