It may be trying some
Just to keep your patience present when the dullard pounds the drum,
And the discord of his rumpus fills the palace of your soul
With a horrid inclination that you hardly can control;
But the world keeps making music, and as on the ages fly
It will learn the angel chorus, and will sing it bye and bye!

Don't you worry at the darkness! It may seem a little thick
As through life's entangled thickets you your pathways try to pick,
And the struggle for advancement seems so bitter as you roam
Through these vagrant ways of wonder to the beacon-lights of home;
Over yonder shines God's lantern! And the shadows all shall die,
In the glories of the sunshine when we reach the bye and bye!

Don't you worry at the winter! When the snow is all about;
It may seem a time of trouble for the blossoms peeping out,
And the sere leases of the forest and the dead grass of the hills
Bring a set-back to the roses and the lilies have the chills;
But the world is rolling onward! and the spring is drawing nigh,
When the birds will spill their music through the blossoms bye and bye!

There's no need to get impatient! All the tangled ways will cease,
All the outer darkness vanish, all the battles end in peace;
All the griefs that vex and hurt us, all the ills that worry so,
Shall forsake the roads we wander and the weary paths we go!
Up and on the world forever! Up and on to meet the sky,
And the Good shall slay the Evil in the blessed bye and bye!

Off the Reservation.

There is war throughout the country! Don't you hear it rage and roar
From the West Virginia mountains to the California shore,
O'er the Illinois prairies and the valleys of Mizzoo,
Far across the plains of Kansas and of Oklahoma, too?
'Tis the people that are marching! They've a purpose that is just;
They have left the reservation and are smashing at the Trust.

It has been a time of patience; for the folks were slow to wrath,
And they thought to go it easy down the Standard's stony path!
But the loads were heaped too heavy, and the patient oxen broke
From the proddings of the drivers and they splintered up the yoke;
And however much the masters shout their curses through the dust,
They have quit the reservation and are out to smash the trust!

Yet it was no sudden movement that expanded in a night:
It for months and years was coming w