Large hearted, whole souled and lofty in aim, Not worshiping dollars and dimes, But working always for honor and fame; Such will be--the man for the times. PART III. POEMS OF FEELING TO MY SOUL. When passions lure thee to deeds of shame, And sorely tempt thee to stain thy name, Arouse thy manhood, let virtue win, And carefully shun the path of sin, Turn away! turn away, my soul! When boon companions present the cup Of sparkling liquor for thee to sup, Reject the offer, don’t stop to think, For snakes lie hidden in the first drink, Keep away! keep away, my soul! When the gambler tempts thee to his den, Where a dollar ventured brings back ten, Tell him begone, you’ve a better plan, You’ll work for wealth like an honest man, Be honest! be honest, my soul! When rogues approach thee with scheme and plan For helping them rob your fellowman, With indignation, rebuke and scorn, Make the rascals wish they’d ne’er been born, Act bravely! act bravely, my soul! When brazen women with tricks and snares, Seek to entrap thee within their lairs, Beware! O beware! The fatal spell That hurries men down to death and hell, Fly away! Fly away, my soul! When cares and troubles distract thy brain, And weigh thee down with sorrow and pain, Cling to thy virtues with all thy strength, And life’s great battle you’ll win at length, Be manly! be manly, my soul! When fortune crowns thee with earned success, Cease not to think, or to labor less, But kindle anew the fires of youth, And bravely uphold the cause of truth, Be noble! be noble, my soul! And should you perchance be called a fool, For striving to live by Christian rule, Be not discouraged, but brave and strong, Adhere to the right, denounce the wrong, Have courage! have courage, my soul. The pleasures of earth and heaven too, Are due to the good, the wise and true, Then rejoice, my heart, the way is clear, To a life of love and right good cheer, Be happy! be happy, my soul! DEAR ROLLA. Verses on the death of a child about three years old, written to comfort his parents. Dear Rolla, tho gone, is just gone on before, To welcome you home to a happier shore; The time will soon come when you, too, will away For the home of the Lord with Rolla to stay. Christ loves little children and calls them away To keep their sweet charms for a happier day, Like the flowers you plant to adorn and bloom, He has gone to sweeten your heavenly home. By Christ he was called, by God he was given, You gain by the loss an interest in heaven, Your hearts now are broken, your reason most wild, So deep is your grief o’er the loss of your child.