SELF-RELIANCE. 75 SELF-RELIANCE. ALONE,-at the point of the spear By means all his own to achieve all his ends, Whatever was ever achieved Of Great in the world or of Good, But ever malign'd and withstood; So, Genius goes on with a will, And sturdily fights the good fight, Assured in himself that the victory still Shall stand with the might and the right. And, when his great fight is well fought, But, utterly then will forget That, till the man made him a name, It never encouraged nor prophesied yet The greatness of Children of Fame. TRUTH. BE true, be true! whate'er beside The gold that glitters in thy mine Be true, be true! the prize of earth To age, maturity, or youth, Be true, be true! to nerve your arm Be true, be true! that easy prize Alas! is reach'd by very few The simple ones, though more than wise, Whose motto is, Be true, be true! ONCE MORE. 77 ONCE MORE. A LESSON FROM THE BRUCE'S SPIDER. I. WITH Six defeats half mad, The hunted Bruce in his lair "And must I yield me to shame, And Holy Land, in dear Scotia's stead, Ah me! that it must be so !" II. It was a peasant's cot, With rafters rotten and old, And the Bruce lay there, but he heeded not And, as he mused in his watch, A spider swinging under the thatch, Six times in its aim it fail'd, A seventh-and lo! the poor imp has prevail'd Through stout perseverance in right; And the Bruce leapt up at the humble sight, And the fortunate omen hail'd, And straightway shouted, eager for fight, "Once more,-once more, for me-" And onward he march'd in his royal might Till the land of his love was free! III. And so, faint wrestler of life, Many times foil'd and thrown, If thou wouldst stand like a man in the strife Where each must struggle alone, Remember this word, "Once More," Be it seven, or seven times seven; Knock yet again at The Father's door; Energy makes all Victory sure, Away with the faithless leaven! Onward, upward, never give in! "Once more" is ever the watchword to win The crowns of Earth and Heaven! ANNIVERSARIES. O PLACES, and faces, and things that are past, ANNIVERSARIES. O friendships forgotten, and foes that are dead, 79 II. Yet,-cheers for the Present! how pleasant at least III. Then,-look to the future, brave soldier of faith! To balance these pitiful battles of time; Look forth to where friendships, then perfect and pure, Though clouded awhile, are for ever made sure; |