THE HERITAGE The rich man's son inherits lands, The piles of brick, and stone, and gold, And he inherits soft white hands, And tender flesh that fears the cold, A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits cares; The bank may break, the factory burn, The rich man's son inherits wants, His stomach craves for dainty fare; Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare, A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit? A hardy frame, a hardier spirit; King of two hands, he does his part A heritage, it seems to me, What doth the poor man's son inherit? A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit? To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. The world may sound no trumpet, ring no bells; Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad; Of service which thou renderest. -Robert Browning. COLUMBUS DAY OCTOBER TWELFTH The program should consist mainly of stories told by the pupils of the conditions in Europe, ideas of the earth, knowledge of geography, commerce, and incidents in the life of Columbus. COLUMBUS What treasure found he? Chains and pains and sorrow- 'Twas his to lend a life: 'twas man's to borrow: -Theodore Watts-Dunton. COLUMBUS Behind him lay the gray Azores, The good mate said: "Now must we pray, "My men grow mut'nous day by day; My men grow gastly, wan and weak." If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, These very winds forget their way, They sailed, they sailed, then spoke his mate: With lifted teeth as if to bite! Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, It grew a star-lit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn; He gained a world! he gave that world Its watch-word: "On! and on!" THANKSGIVING DAY LAST THURSDAY IN NOVEMBER QUOTATIONS. Let us give thanks to God upon Thanksgiving Day. Nature is beautiful, and fellow-men are dear, and duty is close beside us, and He is over us and in us. -Phillips Brooks. For the earth and all its beauty; For Thine own, great gift of being For mellow pears we have gathered in, That tell of a fruitful year; For golden grain that is stored away, Let us thank our Father dear. For the year that is past, and the year to come, For the thoughts and fancies that round it cling, -Dora Read Goodale. It is a comely fashion to be glad; -Jean Ingelow. It is the Puritan's Thanksgiving Day, And gathered home from fresher homes around, In dear New England since the fathers slept, The sweetest holiday of all the year. -J. G. Holland. |