. For the best things. yto do his will and learn the lessons he sets for[ 232 ] a n^rogramme fot: a ?^ar us, he will bring us through at last to ourgraduation with honor. / asked for strength; for with the noontide heatI fainted, while the reapers, singing forward with ripe sheaves I could not came the Master, with his blood-stained feet,And lifted me with sympathetic on his arm I leaned till all was done,And I stood with the rest, at set of sun,My task complete,^ [233] Let m tou €>ne anoti^er [235] ^ There is the sweetness of the rose,The subtle charm of perf
. For the best things. yto do his will and learn the lessons he sets for[ 232 ] a n^rogramme fot: a ?^ar us, he will bring us through at last to ourgraduation with honor. / asked for strength; for with the noontide heatI fainted, while the reapers, singing forward with ripe sheaves I could not came the Master, with his blood-stained feet,And lifted me with sympathetic on his arm I leaned till all was done,And I stood with the rest, at set of sun,My task complete,^ [233] Let m tou €>ne anoti^er [235] ^ There is the sweetness of the rose,The subtle charm of perfume rare,Which borne on every breeze that blowsCan fill with fragrance all the air. There is the sweetness of the song That trills from woodland warbler^s happy memory can prolong,Recalling every liquid note. But sweeter far than bloom or birdThough well the senses they beguile,Than au^ht by nature eer still the sweetness of a smile.* [236] CHAPTER SEVENTEEN let ^0 JLotie €>ne anoti^et:. EOPLE are beginning tounderstand that there isonly one lesson in life tolearn—to love. This wasSt. Johns lesson. Tra-dition says that when theycarried him for the last time into thechurch, he lifted up his feeble hands and saidto the listening congregation, Little chil-dren, love one another. The words are echo-ing yet throughout the world. This is the les-son we all need to learn. The place to begin practicing this lesson isat home. Some one tells about a bird that hadtwo voices. When it was out among otherbirds its voice was sweet. It sang only cheer-ful, happy songs then, without ever a harshnote. The birds all thought it was one of thesweetest singers they had ever heard. Butwhen that same bird went back to its own[237] for ti^e idm Ci^tngjs nest, its voice instantly lost its sweetness andbecame rough, rasping, croaking, and fret-ful. Perhaps being out all day, singing sweetsongs everywhere, made the poor bird so tiredin the evening when it got home that i
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