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Nay! why, dear heart, thus timidly shrinking, 
Why doth thy upward wing thus tire ? 
Why are thy pinions so droopingly sinking, 
When they should only waft thee higherf 
Upward— upward let them be waving, 
Lifting the soul toward her place of birth; 
There are guerdons there, more worth thy having — 
Far more than any these lures of the earth. 
— Hoffmann . 
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A double-plumed herbaceous prickly plant of genus Acanthus. 
Heroism. 
“What makes a hero ? An heroic mind, 
Expressed in action, in endurance proved, 
And if there be pre-eminence of right.” 
—Henry Taylor. 
HE world has its heroes in numbers without limit. But are they our 
A- great heroesf Arc these men who receive the world’s honor , the 
truly brave ? “I hold with Burns, ‘a man’s a man for a’ that/ and would 
like to prove to you/’ says an intelligent writer, “what I so firmly believe, 
that many of our greatest heroes are never known to the public; those who 
for their principles, their God, or some dear one, have sacrificed fond ambi¬ 
tions and hopes and even their lives.” 
Who, therefore, is the greatest of heroes ? He who knows how to 
overcome himself. He, indeed, is a great hero; “he is greater than he who 
taketh a city.” 
The boy who can endure the haunting sneers of his companions, 
