And will ye now despond Amid consuming toil, When there is hope and joy beyond Which death can not despoil? Herein all comfort is: _In usefulness and zeal, The Lord announces who are His And gives eternal weal_. Sacrifice Through stern and ruthless years Beyond the ken of man, All filled with ruin, pain, and tears, Has God worked out His plan. Change on the heels of change, Like blood-hounds in the chase, Has swept the earth in tireless range, Spangled with heavenly grace. At last the mystery Of the great Cross of Christ, Red with a world-wide agony, The God-Man sacrificed; And from the Sacrifice The seven great notes of Peace, Which pierce the clouds beneath all skies Till pain and sorrow cease. * * * * * The Mind of Christ Into the surging world, Upon thy lips His word, And in thy hand His flag unfurled, Go, soldier of the Lord; Like Him who came from far To toil for our release, And framed the startling notes of war Out of the psalm of peace. And all the recompense Which thou wilt ever need, Shall kindle in the throbbing sense Of this life-laden creed: _Grace has for him sufficed Who has St. Michael's heart, The fullness of the mind of Christ, To do a hero's part_. * * * * * Sympathy. The Master we revere, Who bled on Calvary, To fill us with heroic cheer, Abides eternally. From His ascended heights Above the pain and ruth, To all His servants He delights To come in grace and truth. His presence is so dear, His face so brave and fair, That all our heavy burdens here He somehow seems to share. Copartner in our work, He every pain beguiles; How can the fear of failure lurk In that on which He smiles! * * * * * Love for Love. Master, far Thy dear sake I bear my anguish now, And in Thy blessed cross partake Whose sign is on my brow. For Thy dear sake I toil Who didst so toil for me; O more than balm, or wine, or oil, The cheer that comes from Thee. For Thy dear sake I live A servant unto all, And know that Thou wilt surely give Thyself as coronal. For Thy dear sake I watch And keep my flag unfurled, Until her golden gleam I catch, Sweet evening of the world. * * * * * Conclusion, True worker with the Lord, He labors not for hire; Co-partner in the sure reward, What can he more desire? Sometimes his eyes are dim, All signs he can not spell; Yet he endures as seeing Him Who is invisible.