"I forgive," said Hassan. "Yet we read," So the prostrate slave went on to plead, "That a higher seat in glory still Waits the man who renders good for ill." "Slave, receive thy freedom; and, behold, In thy hand I lay a purse of gold. Let me never fail to heed, in aught, What the prophet of our God hath taught." TRUE GREATNESS Who is as the Christian great? Bought and washed with sacred blood, Crowns he sees beneath his feet. Soars aloft and walks with God. Lo, his clothing is the sun, The bright sun of righteousness; He hath put salvation on, Jesus is his beauteous dress. Angels are his servants here; Spread for him their golden wings; To his throne of glory bear, Seat him by the King of kings. --Charles Wesley. The glory is not in the task, but in The doing it for Him. --Jean Ingelow. MENCIUS Three centuries before the Christian age China's great teacher, Mencius, was born; Her teeming millions did not know that morn Had broken on her darkness; that a sage, Reared by a noble mother, would her page Of history forevermore adorn. For twenty years, from court to court, forlorn He journeyed, poverty his heritage, And preached of virtue, but none cared to hear. Life seemed a failure, like a barren rill; He wrote his books, and lay beneath the sod: When, lo! his work began; and far and near Adown the ages Mencius preaches still: Do thy whole duty, trusting all to God. --Sarah Knowles Bolton. He stood, the youth they called the Beautiful, At morning, on his untried battle-field, And laughed with joy to see his stainless shield, When, with a tender smile, but doubting sigh, His lord rode by. When evening fell, they brought him, wounded sore, His battered shield with sword-thrusts gashed and rent, And laid him where the king stood by his tent. "Now art thou Beautiful," the master said, And bared his head. --Annie M. L. Hawes. Great men grow greater by the lapse of time; We know those least whom we have seen the latest; And they, 'mongst those whose names have grown sublime, Who worked for human liberty are greatest. --John Boyle O'Reilly. It is enough-- Enough--just to be good; To lift our hearts where they are understood; To let the thirst for worldly power and place Go unappeased; to smile back in God's face With the glad lips our mothers used to kiss. Ah! though we miss All else but this, To be good is enough! --James Whitcomb Riley.