There are, then, some things worth forgetting. It is not wise nor right to be forever halting under the bondage of that which Jesus Christ came to destroy. In order that we may rise to a higher life we must forget the lower. Why should we be forever killing foes that are already dead, clinging to the memories of things whose purpose has been served, dallying with toys when time has brought greater prizes to contend for, and groaning under sins for which Christ has brought redemption? No, let us believe and go forward. The future will be better than the past. The way is open; on to attainment! forward to the victory! Make Jesus Christ your Saviour. Take him altogether, and for all he is. Then will the glorious life and joy into which he leads us swallow up the doubts and fears and sins of former days. These will be forgotten in the enjoyment of God's loving mercy and guiding hand. I plead with you to take these truths to heart. Turn your face heavenward. Go forward to the Promised Land. Break your fetters and live for the new things which God hath prepared for those that love him. "UNTIL THE DAY DAWN." _"The things which are not seen are eternal."_--I CORINTHIANS 4: 18. "UNTIL THE DAY DAWN." Awake, my soul! The eternal day is breaking, The darkness of the world is pierced with lights, And rays, prophetic of the morn's arising, Already gleam far up the eastern heights. The day of painless life and tireless vigor, The day of widening knowledge of the best, The day when earth's deceits and adumbrations Shall change into the truth in glory dressed. O soul of mine, let not dull sleep bewitch thee; Let not the gilded fantasies of sense Cause thee to slumber when heaven's light is shining, And God's dear voice is summoning thee hence. Thine earthly life is but a preparation For grander toil and never-ending joys. Thou wast not meant to find it satisfactory, Its keenest sorrows are its broken toys. Already has thine opening eye caught vision Of things more real, of gladness more profound, When, through the rupture of this earth's relations, The voice of God and truth has uttered sound. Then bend thy gaze to the predestined future, Anticipate the life that draweth nigh; Awake, my soul, and contemplate the portion Of those whose lot is fixed with Christ on high. Think of the seed that bloometh into flower; Think of the thought that shapes itself in deed; Think of the chaos ordered into beauty; Think of the Child that for the world did bleed. Mark what portentous prophecies of power All these suggest as thine intended goal, When day, now breaking, shall at last be entered And the grand promise shall itself unroll.