Resurrection: A Poem

SOUL CULTURE 387

modesty, he become a model; what may I not do, my soul, when these forces are arrayed and sent forth together to conquer Like the inspired man of old said: I have added to my "faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; and to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; and to godliness brotherly kindness and to brotherly kindness charity," ;

and if these things be in me and abound, I shall not be barren noi unfruitful. Against the vices and weaknesses of the world they shall be as a Spartan phalanx, with a thousand keen spear points breast high. Of such powers as these are the world's great heroes made. Now, my soul, let me put upon you the master touch. Let me give you the lily's markings and the rose's fragrance. Let me learn to love. Though I be a giant now in latent powers, let me bow my head to receive the consecration. There is but one high activity of the soul, and that is service; but one ultimate motive, and that is love. These powers that you have acquired will fail you if you have not that. These little traits which form your character, are but the ministers of state which wait in humble mien upon the ruler of your destiny. Without service and love, you cannot be a Lincoln, nor a Paul with them, it is within you ;

to be more than either. Pocatello, Idaho

Note. The cards shown in this article were taken from the Youth's Companion, about 15 years ago.

Resurrection

Now the seeds below are sleeping, In their snow-bound tomb they lie, But, how soon they'll come a'peeping, Paragons of bloom espy.

Behold the Winter shroud is lifted, Nature's face no longer white, (Birds with sweetest song are gifted) Oh, how beauteous is the sight!

Awake! The clarion trump is sounding, Newer energies apply. Labor's fruits will be abounding, For a fuller life is nigh! Aubrey Parker.