You will bend beneath the burdens as you meet the toils of life, And your arms will ache a little as you labor down the way; But the rest of God's perfection waits beyond the bitter strife And He crowns the souls that struggle with His Everlasting Day! O, my children! Don't you murmur, As you go along; Look above to God's Anointed, And you'll hear the Song! Caught on the Fly. When Love leaves life, Laughter packs up her things and gets ready to move. When Hope dies in the heart, all its poor relations refuse to remain for the funeral services. The people who are all the time trying to manage other people should remember that though Providence created Man in His own image, it has been unable to manage him ever since. "When Canderdates Git After Pa." When canderdates git after Pa, Set up seegars, an' tell him flat How big a man he is, and Ma How good she cooks, an' all of that, I slip aroun' an' let 'em know I'm something on the homestead, too, Fer onct upon a time or so They'll hand a nickel out fer you! When they come here, it's mighty fine! Pa stops the team, an' work we quit An' them there fellere stays to dine An' talk the day-lights outen it! They tell us how the gover'ment Is goin' on, an' quote the law An' tell their choice fer president, When canderdates git after Pa! An' then they'll brag about his farm; How fine his hogs an' hosses air; How slick his cattle, till my arm Gits tired at all the jollies there! An' then they tell Ma she's a peach, A honey-lulu without flaw, A angel fur beyond their reach, When canderdates git after Pa. When after dinner they hitch up He sends me out to feed the shoats, An' then they drink with nary cup An' talk about the township votes; An' after they git gone, Pa he Has got a breath that's orful raw; But I tell you it's nuts to me When canderdates git after Pa! Don't Worry. O, brother, don't you worry,-- Don't you sob or sigh; Just soak yourself with sunshine And let the world go by! What matters all, my brother. The world may do or say? For you and I outlive the sky And it lives but a day! * * * * * Keep at work, my brother; Keep at work I say! There's not a cosy corner For lazy ones that play; And as through life you labor And gladly jog along, Just soak yourself with sunshine And fill your heart with song! Little Sermons. If Heaven is too far away for you to reach out and shake hands with it, there is something wrong with your conduct. If this life isn't worth living well, how do you expect to take one with you into another world that will be worth any more? While you are praying for the unregenerate sinners of this world, don't forget to put in a word now and then for your own personal benefit.