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All of tlie above roTitribiite to the best institute worker. Did I ever 

 see one who tullv measured up to that standard In the wide range 

 of my acquaintance? I have met three or four, whom I consider 

 approaclied ^•ery close to my ideal. Let us remember that the higher 

 we aim, the higher we shall rise. 



Over and above all, a man must be of broad, kindly sympathy, 

 whose chief end is not to earn a little extra cash or achieve reputa- 

 tion — both laudable in their place — but to be really helpful to his 

 fellow-men. The ])()wer of such a man will live long after he has 

 gone. I can but express my thought by quoting the poem of Sam 

 Walter Foss: 



THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD 



By Sam Walter Foss. . 



"There are hermit souls that live withdrawn 



In the peace of their sclf-contcut: 

 Their souls like stars, that dwell apart 



In a fellowless firmament: 

 There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths 



Where highways never ran — 

 But let me live by the side of the road 



And be a friend to man. 



"Let me live in a house by the side of the road, 



Where the race of men go by — 

 The men who are good, and the men who are bad, 



As good and as bad as I. 

 I would not sit in the scorner's seat, 



Or hurl the cynic's ban — 

 Let me live in a house by the side of the road. 



And be a friend to man. 



"I see from my house by the side of the road. 



By the side of the highway of life, 

 The men wiio press on with the ardor of hope. 



The men who are faint with the strife, 

 But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears — 



Both are parts of an infinite plan: 

 Let me live in a house by the side of the road. 



And be a friend to man. 



"I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead. 



And mountains of wearisome height: 

 That the road passes on through the long afternoon 



And stretches away to the night: 

 But still I rejoice when the travellers rejoice, 



And weep with the strangers that moan, 

 Nor live in my house by the side of the road. 



Like the man who lives alone. 



"Lpt me live in my house by the side of the load, 



Where the race of men go by — 

 They are good, they are bad. they are w^ak, thi y are strong. 



Wise and foolish — so am 1. 

 Then why .should 1 sit in the scorner's sent, 



Or hurl the cynic's ban- 

 Let me live in my house by the side of the road, 



And be a friend to man 



