I count this thing to be grandly true: We rise by the things that are under our feet; We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray, And we think that we mount the air on wings Wings for the angel, but feet for men! We may borrow the wings to find the way; We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray; But our feet must rise, or we fall again. Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire wills; But the dreams depart, and the vision falls, And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. Heaven is not reached by a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. THE DAY'S DEMAND. God give us men. A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking; In public duty and in private thinking. For while the rabble, with their thumbworn creeds, TO MY DOG BLANCO. My dear, dumb friend, low lying there, I look into your great brown eyes, For all of good that I have found, I scan the whole broad earth around For that one heart, which, leal and true, I trust you as I trust the stars; Nor cruel loss, nor scoff, nor pride, Nor beggary, nor dungeon bars, As patient under injury As any Christian saint of old, More playful than a frolic boy, I clasp your head upon my breast The while you whine and lick my hand. Ah, Blanco! Did I worship God Did I sit fondly at His feet As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine, OLLEY, MARIETTA (" JOSIAH ALLEN'S WIFE"), an American humorist and poet; born near Adams, Jefferson County, N. Y., in 1844. At a very early age she began to write short sketches and poems; which, under the pseudonym Jemyma," appeared first in an Adams newspaper, and later in Peterson's Magazine. While writing for Peterson she adopted the name by which she afterward became so well known to the literary public. It was during the early days of her literary "apprenticeship that the Christian Union spoke of one of her short metrical contributions as "a sweet little poem." Her early verses appeared also in the Independent, and in other periodicals, and generally went the rounds of |