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THE SPAN OF LIFE

NATIVITY

NIGHT and the stars aflame, and the angels

near,

Life and Death, and a new-born soul are here; Dawn-and the stars are pale, and ceases the

pain,

And Death is gone, and Life and Love remain.

MOTHERHOOD

Morn-and a man-child's lips at a woman's breast,

Morn—and joy and sleep; let the mother rest, Long hath the journey been through the Vale of Shade,

Past the anguish and terror, the price of the peril paid.

INFANCY

Days and weeks-and pride in a mind's unfolding,

Weeks and months—and the marvel of growth beholding,

THE SPAN OF LIFE

Wonder at flower and star, wonder not under

standing,

Wonder at self and the world, the other self slowly expanding.

CHILDHOOD

Years and the eager struggle of childish endeavor,

Trying and failing, and heart in the future. forever,

Great in the prescient assurance of empire to

morrow,

Great in unwisdom of life's heavy burden of

sorrow.

YOUTH

Strength-and the strenuous wings of ardent ambition,

Promise of ladhood approaching splendid fruition,

Knowledge and honor, and truth and passionate

power,

Purpose potential to crowd with events every

hour.

THE SPAN OF LIFE

MANHOOD

Noon on the dial-and heat and fire of the

strife,

Dust of the battle with fate, but abundance of

life,

Abundance of courage and joy, and human affection,

Abundance of motive and action, and moral

reflection.

OLD AGE

Evening and dusk—and the wearying labor is ended,

Twilight and quiet—and darkness and daylight are blended;

Steps of a pilgrim arrived at the inswinging portal,

And darkness is lost in the dawn of a morning

immortal.

Charles C. Albertson.

A MORNING THOUGHT

WHAT if some morning, when the stars were paling,

And the dawn whitened, and the east was clear,

Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence

Of a benignant spirit standing near;

And should I tell him, as he stood beside me, "This is our earth-most friendly earth, and

fair;

Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air.

"There is blest living here, loving and serving, And quest of truth, and serene friendships dear.

But stay not, spirit; earth has one destroyerHis name is Death; flee, lest he find thee here!"

A MORNING THOUGHT

And what if then, while the still morning brightened,

And freshened in the elm the summer's breath, Should gravely smile on me the gentle angel, And take my hand and say, "My name is Death!"

Edward Rowland Sill.

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