TWO AT A FIRESIDE.

I built a chimney for a comrade old.

I did the service not for hope of hire,

And then I traveled on in winter’s cold,

Yet all the way I glowed before the fire.

EDWIN MARKHAM

 

 

 

BE NOBLE.

Be noble! and the nobleness that lies

In other men, sleeping, but never dead,

Will rise in majesty to meet thine own;                  

Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes,

Then will pure light around thy path be shed,

And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

 

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