The Loom of Life. LL day, all night, I can hear the jar Busily, ceaselessly, goes the loom, In the light of day and the midnight's gloom, Click, click!-there's the thread of love woven in, Click, click!-another of wrong and sin; When shall this wonderful web be done? Ah, sad-eyed weavers, the years are slow, But each one is nearer the end, I know; And soon the last thread shall be woven in God grant it be love instead of sin. Are we spinners of good in this life-web-say? Press On! RESS on! surmount the rocky steeps, He wins who dares the hero's march. Be thou a hero! let thy might Tramp on eternal snows its way, Press on! if once and twice thy feet To coward ranks the bullet speeds, 4 Press on! if fortune play thee false To-day, to-morrow she'll be true; Whom now she sinks, she now exalts,Taking old gifts and granting new, The wisdom of the present hour Makes up for follies past and gone: To weakness strength succeeds, and power From frailty springs-Press on! press on! Therefore, press on! and reach the goal, And gain the prize, and wear the crown: Faint not! for to the steadfast soul Come wealth, and honor, and renown. To thine own self be true, and keep Thy mind from sloth, thy heart from soil; Press on! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil. The Two Anchors, T was a gallant sailor man Had just come home from sea, I stopped, and saw I knew the man- I made a song for him one day- I gave his hand a hearty grip, Or was it some rich Indiaman You robbed of all her pearls? Of course you have been breaking hearts Of poor Kanaka girls!" "Wherever I have been," he said, "I kept my ship in sight "The little anchor on the left, The great one on the right.'" "I heard last night that you were in; I walked the wharves to-day, But saw no ship that looked like yours. I want to go on board of her." When one comes home from sea; You know the song you made for me? I sing it morn and night— "The little anchor on the left, The great one on the right!'" "But how's your wife and little one?" I followed where he led, He had a pleasant little house; The door was open wide, And at the door the dearest face A dearer one inside! He hugged his wife and child; he sang His spirits were so light "The little anchor to the left, The great one to the right." 'Twas supper-time, and we sat downThe sailor's wife and child, And he and I; he looked at them, And looked at me and smiled, |