Keep in the sunshine, brother! Walk in the golden light; The shadows are over yonder, And there is the night, the Night! Keep in the sunshine, brother! It gleams on the grayest slope, It smiles with the lips of pleasure, And laughs with the lips of hope. Keep in the sunshine, brother! It gladdens the world with light; The shadows are over yonder, And there is the night, the Night! Little Sermons. However we may measure it, the heart of the world is always greatly bigger than its head. Love will stir the heart into laughter when all the gold of Ophir only brings a snow-storm to life's roses. That work is only worthy which adds something to the store of things that contribute multiplied joys to the lives of men. God loves a mute but kindly tongue six days in the week more than a yawping mouth of prayer on the seventh day. Wanted to Hide. "What art thou, miserable creature!" shouted Pluto in a great rage as he beheld a shrinking, cowering form, hiding away in the deepest shadows. "Pardon me, O, god of the realm of darkness," implored the miserable shade. "I am an ante-election prophecy, and am only trying to hide myself away and be forgotten forever more!" "Poor thing, go and sin no more!" replied the king of shadows with a great pity in his voice. "Thy punishment is, indeed, deserved!" And he strode away to stir up the animals in another quarter of his dominions. Little Sermons. The thankfulness of some people stops in saying grace at the table before meals. It isn't always the front seats that are occupied by His humblest children, when the collection plate gets busy. The religion that is so brief as to last only a few hours on Sunday can be at home in a place too warm to cut ice in the great hereafter. The Sunshine Song. I. It's no matter what your sorrows, they will vanish sure and soon If you'll only use your whistle on the sunshine's golden tune; And no matter what the weather nor how the troubles throng, If you practice on the music of the sunshine's happy song. II. What's the use to pout and pester when the joy-bells cease to chime? Sweet the daisies fill the meadow and they blossom all the time! Keep your heart heaped up with gladness and a faith that's full and strong. And through all the ways of winter sing the blessed sunshine song! III. If the mountain path is steeper than your easy fancies thought, Keep on climbing for the summits and the glories that you sought; And if winter comes and pelts you with the snows that crowd along, Lift your heart and feet together to the sunshine's golden song. IV. Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life; What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife? Don't you bear the angel carols rising o'er the cries of wrong? Ope your heart and fill to bursting with the sunshine's blessed song! V.