1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream; For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. 2 Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. 3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end and way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us further than to-day. 4 Lives of true men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; 5 Footprints which perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. 6 Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. 311. C. M. *Watts. The Soldier of the Cross. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, And pledged to bear its shame? And shall I fear to own Christ's cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Shall sloth and faintness win Thy peace, O Thou, the martyr's God? 4 The fearless heart Thou wilt sustain; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word. 5 The saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When Thy illustrious day shall rise, And all Thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine. 312. L. M. Gaskell. Press On! 1 Press on, press on! ye sons of light, Untiring in your holy fight, Still treading each temptation down, And battling for a brighter crown. 2 Press on, press on! through toil and woe, With calm resolve, to triumph go, And make each dark and threatening ill Yield but a higher glory still. 3 Press on, press on! still look in faith To him who vanquished sin and death; Then shall ye hear God's word, "Well done!" True to the last, press on, press on! 313. 8 & 7s. M. * The Conflict of Life. 1 Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee,--press thou on! 2 Listen, Christian, their Hosanna Rolleth o'er thee,--"God is Love." Write upon thy red-cross banner, "Upward ever,--heaven's above."