ome worship me!" said the God of Love,
"And life shall equal the realms above;
My cheeks are ruddy and white in turn,--
And my lips are as red as wine,
And Grief ne'er comes where the pleasures burn
And the joys that are slaves of mine!"

III.

"Come worship me!" said the God of Hate;
"Revenge is sweetest of faith and fate!
To conquer foes that revile and leer
With the scorn of the fiends of hell,
Is work that brings to the soul good cheer
And is worthy of doing well!"

IV.

"There is no worship like that of me!"
Cried long the God of the Glories Three;
"I have no love and I have no hate,
But the Power and Wealth and Fame;
The crowns I hold are the crowns of state
And of gold and the world's acclaim!"

V.

The Man-Child woke from the world old dream,
And launched his boat on the tossing stream;
A God he sought that was none of these,
But a greater and sweeter far,
And question made of the rain and breeze,
And the blossom and blazing star!

VI.

He heard faint calls from the far-off days;
He saw faint steps in the lonely ways;
He caught faint glimpses by wayside path,
As he threaded the shadows dim,
And through the years with their peace and wrath
In the quest of the soul for Him!

Caught on the Fly.

Love heals the wound that truth only irritates.

The world offers no standing-room for the lazy man.

Palpitation of the tongue is the most chronic disease known to the race
of women.

Sooner Sayings.

The swift horse plants the first stake.

It is well enough to be early, but too early is worse than too late.

A quarter section isn't big enough for a potato patch when two men claim
it.

April 22, 1889-1905.

It is sixteen years since the race for homes,--it is sixteen years today
Since we on that April morning lined up for the mighty race;
And after the strenuous toiling and the griefs that have gone away,
The fields are glad with their beauty and the land is a dream of
grace.

We raced for homes in the desert ways, and we won them fair and square;
We built so well as the swift years fled that life was a laughing
thing;
And the joys that come as the crowns of life, the joys that are sweet
and fair,
Build close their nests by the brooding eaves where the rose-vines
climb and cling.