Then quietly the answer came, "My child, I hear thy cry; Think not that mighty deeds alone Will bring the victory. The battle has been planned by Me, Let daily life thy conquests see." PASS IT ON Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on. It was not given to you alone, Pass it on. Let it travel through the years; Let it wipe another's tears; Till in heaven the deed appears, Pass it on. Have you found the heavenly light? Pass it on. Souls are groping in the night, Daylight gone. Lift your lighted lamp on high, Be a star in some one's sky, He may live who else would die. Pass it on. GIVING AND TAKING Who gives, and hides the giving hand, Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise, Shall find his smallest gift outweighs The burden of the sea and land. Who gives to whom hath naught been given, His gift in need, though small indeed As is the grass-blade's wind-blown seed, Is large as earth and rich as heaven. --John Greenleaf Whittier, from Tinnevaluna of India. ONE PATH TO LIGHT What is the world? A wandering maze, Where sin hath tracked a thousand ways Her victims to ensnare. All broad and winding and aslope, All tempting with perfidious hope, All ending in despair. Millions of pilgrims throng those roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads Down to eternal night. One only path that never bends, Narrow and rough and steep, ascends Through darkness into light. Is there no guide to show that path? The Bible. He alone that hath The Bible need not stray. But he who hath and will not give That light of life to all that live, Himself shall lose the way. IF WE COULD ONLY SEE It were not hard, we think, to serve Him If we could only see! If he would stand with that gaze intense Burning into our bodily sense, If we might look on that face most tender, The brows where the scars are turned to splendor, Might catch the light of his smile so sweet, And view the marks on his hands and feet, How loyal we should be! It were not hard, we think, to serve him, If we could only see! It were not hard, he says, to see him, If we would only serve; "He that doeth the will of Heaven, To him shall knowledge and sight be given." While for his presence we sit repining, Never we see his countenance shining; They who toil where his reapers be The glow of his smile may always see, And their faith can never swerve. It were not hard, he says, to see him, If we would only serve. Think not in sleep to fold thy hands, Forgetful of thy Lord's commands, From Duty's claims no life is free, Behold! To-day has need of thee. WHEN YOU DO AN ACT