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PURPOSE. 
We shape ourselves the joy or fear 
Of which the coming life is made, 
And fill our Future’s atmosphere 
With sunshine or with shade. 
The tissue of the life to be 
We weave with colors all our own; 
And in the field of Destiny, 
We reap as we have sown. 
— Whittier. 
Remembrance.* 
These few lines to you are tendered, 
By a friend sincere and true, 
Hoping but to be remembered 
When I’m far away from you. 
— Anon. 
REPUTATION. 
Thy credit wary keep, ’tis quickly gone; 
Being got by many actions, lost by one! 
— Anon. 
RETRIBUTION. 
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; 
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. 
■—Translated from F. von Logan , by Longfellow. 
RIGHT. 
But right is right, since God is God; 
And right the day must win; 
To doubt would be disloyalty, 
To falter would be sin! 
—F. W. Faber. 
ROAD THAT LEADS TO VIRTUE, AND TO GOD. 
Let not soft slumber close thine eyes, 
Before thou recollectest thrice 
The train of actions through the day; 
Where have my feet found out their way ? 
*See, also, page 291. 
