Object Lessons from Life. 57 



May ask for wells soul deep, and flowing o'er 

 "With waters that we drink and thirst no more. 



H. * * * * * 



The humanitarian next gave what he called his outlook, and as 

 he was a bachelor and never known to have a sweetheart, this 

 was particularly entertaining to the audience and especially to the 

 "young fry." 



" My love and I in that far time 



When first we walked together, 

 Watched, from our hills, the sunset's prime 



Slant through the August weather. 



The rocks leaned outward, bare and brown, 



And leaning softly over, 

 We saw the rugged hills drop down 



To level fields of clover. 



The fitful rills that leaped and played 



Among the rocky passes, 

 Lulled to a stream with banks of shade 



Deep set in summer grasses. 



And far across the meadows wide, 



The city, quaint and olden, 

 Flashed greeting from its sunward side, 



And every spire was golden. 



Then spake my love, her eyes o'er-wise 



With life's new inspiration : 

 ' One sees the best, so near the skies, 



The fullness of creation.' 



For when we walked the plain below 



We knew but half its sweetness; 

 Our low horizon could not show 



The landscape's far completeness. 



But now, o'er all the common lands, 



A hundred lines of beauty 

 Bend to the touch of human hands 



In common toil and duty. 



Ah! sweet philosopher, I said, 



I take your simpler teaching, 

 The truest creed that I have read 



Or heard in prouder preaching. 



