THE CALL OF THE LAND 



"I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and fore- 

 bore 



And bade me creep past. 

 No ! Let me share the whole of it, fare like my peers, 



The heroes of old : 

 Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears 



Of pain, darkness and cold. 

 For, sudden, the worst turns the best to the brave, 



The black minute's at end, 

 And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, 



Shall dwindle, shall blend, 

 Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, 



Then a light, then thy breast, 

 O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again 

 And with God be at rest." 



A true man must wish health that he may 

 run the least possible risk of ever becoming 

 a burden to others. The fact deserves em- 

 phasis that health is absolutely our only at 

 all certain guaranty in this vital matter. 

 Wealth is here no surety whatever; family, 

 position, influence, and power just as little. 

 Wealth may preserve loving hands from 

 slaving for you when you are an invalid, 

 but it can never keep loving hearts from 

 breaking for you when you are an invalid. 



Ill health not only renders you a source 

 of care to your friends, but makes you more 



