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144 <strong>ONE</strong> <strong>THOUSAND</strong> <strong>SECRETS</strong> <strong>REVEALED</strong>.<br />
OUR MISSION.<br />
In calm and stormy weather<br />
Our mission is to grow;<br />
To keep the angle paramount<br />
And bind the brute below.<br />
We grow not all in sunshine,<br />
But richly in the rain;<br />
And what we deem our losses<br />
May prove our final gain.<br />
The snows and frosts of winter<br />
A richer fruitage bring;<br />
From battling with the anvil<br />
The smith's grand muscles spring.<br />
'Tis by the law of contrast<br />
That fine effects are seen;<br />
As thus we blend in colors<br />
The orange with the green.<br />
By action and reaction<br />
We reach our perfect growth;<br />
Nor by excess of neither,<br />
But equipoise of both.<br />
The same code binds the human<br />
That governs mother earth;<br />
God cradled her in tempest<br />
And earthquakes from her birth.<br />
Our life is but a struggle<br />
For perfect equipoise;<br />
Our pains are often jewels,<br />
Our pleasures gilded toys.<br />
Between the good and evil<br />
The monarch will must stand,<br />
To shape the final issue<br />
By God's divine command.<br />
GEMS OF THOUGHT. 145<br />
Our mission is to battle<br />
With ill in every form—<br />
To borrow strength and volume<br />
From contact with the storm.<br />
In the beautiful hereafter<br />
These blinding mortal tears<br />
Shall crystalize in jewels<br />
To sparkle in the spheres.<br />
With weak and moldish vision<br />
We work our way below;<br />
But sure our souls are building<br />
Much wiser than we know.<br />
And when the work is finished<br />
The scaffolding then falls;<br />
And lo! a radiant temple,<br />
With pearl and sapphire walls.<br />
A temple far transcending<br />
The grandest piles below,<br />
Whose dome shall blaze with splendor,<br />
In God's eternal glow.<br />
Wealth is necessary; let us not disclaim against it; every nation<br />
needs it to attain the highest achievements in civilization. But it is a<br />
blessing only as a servant, and is destructive as a master.<br />
JOHN P. AI/TGELD.<br />
If I were a young man I should ally myself with some high and at<br />
present unpopular cause, and devote my every effort to accomplish its<br />
success. JOHN G. WHITTIER.<br />
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,<br />
Where wealth accumulates and men decay.<br />
Princes and lords may flourish and may fade;<br />
A breath can make them, as breath has made;<br />
But an honest peasantry, a country's pride,<br />
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.<br />
War preys on two things—life and property: but he preys with a<br />
partial appetite. P'easting on life, he licks his jaws and says, "More, by<br />
your leave!" Devouring property, he says, between grin and glut, "This<br />
is so good that it ought to be paid for!" Into the vacuum of wasted<br />
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