You may burn the letters, dearie, Tho’ they’re written from the heart And have made the days less dreary While we two have been apart. You may burn each loving letter, Tho’ the sentiment is true, For it may be really better;— They are meant for only you. You may watch the glowing embers While the ashes turn to white; For your loyal heart remembers Tho’ my words shall pass from sight. You can burn Love’s secrets never That my soul to yours confessed; They, I know, will live forever In the life that I love best. So, my dearie, burn each token That I’ve written just for you, And accept the love unspoken From a heart that’s ever true; For our love-light burns out never,— It is human and divine; We shall live and love forever,— I am yours and you are mine. REGRET. There is no time, in life, for vain regret; The days have passed, the hours are passing yet. Each moment wasted by regretful sigh Will count as worthless in the by and by, Till life itself, which God to man has given, Will be unworthy of the peace of Heaven. A vain regret is but an added wrong,— It makes the past a sorrow, not a song; It robs the present of its very best And fills the future with a vague unrest. The little wrongs can never be made right By keeping them before the human sight; Better it is to give them scanty space By putting virtue in its proper place; Better it is to let the whole heart sing Than let it sigh o’er one regretted thing. CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS. Hear the mighty army, Marching on the way, With the banner lifted in the light. See the Christian Soldiers, In the ranks to-day, As they battle ever for the Right. Under Christ, the Leader, Who commands them here, They will stand united, one and all. They will pledge allegiance, They have naught to fear, They will answer ever to His call. In His Service Royal, Theirs will be the fame; They shall wear the laurels by and by. On the Shore Eternal, They will praise His name, Where the soul shall never, never die. A QUESTION. What have you done to-day, dear heart, For Jesus’ sake? Did love for Him reveal the part To undertake? Have you been wishing to aspire To better things? Has your sweet soul been lifted higher By willing wings? Or has it fallen from a height So far above, That naught can make it pure and right Except God’s love? What have you done to-day, dear heart,— What will you do? Will you not wisely do the part God gives to you? Will you not put away the dream That fancies fill, And tho’ your duties humble seem Accept God’s will? SWEETEST MUSIC.