There's no need to get impatient! All the tangled ways will cease, All the outer darkness vanish, all the battles end in peace; All the griefs that vex and hurt us, all the ills that worry so, Shall forsake the roads we wander and the weary paths we go! Up and on the world forever! Up and on to meet the sky, And the Good shall slay the Evil in the blessed bye and bye! Off the Reservation. There is war throughout the country! Don't you hear it rage and roar From the West Virginia mountains to the California shore, O'er the Illinois prairies and the valleys of Mizzoo, Far across the plains of Kansas and of Oklahoma, too? 'Tis the people that are marching! They've a purpose that is just; They have left the reservation and are smashing at the Trust. It has been a time of patience; for the folks were slow to wrath, And they thought to go it easy down the Standard's stony path! But the loads were heaped too heavy, and the patient oxen broke From the proddings of the drivers and they splintered up the yoke; And however much the masters shout their curses through the dust, They have quit the reservation and are out to smash the trust! Yet it was no sudden movement that expanded in a night: It for months and years was coming with tornadoes full of might: And the fuse was in the powder and the sure result was seen When Tom Lawson stuck a fagot in the mighty magazine! Then the people knew the Issue! Either yield or fight they must, So they quit the reservation and went out to smash the trust! Tommy Lawson! Tommy Lawson! What a naughty boy you are, Stirring up the people this way till they rise and shout for war! Don't you wish you hadn't done it? You are like to break the rule Of the "System" and the Standard and disrupt the Sunday School! For the people are so earnest, in the ire of their disgust They have left the reservation and are out to smash the trust! Caught on the Fly. If the bad people never made scandal, what would the good people have to talk about? Opportunity may call once, but she never rings the bell for the servant when she finds us visiting our wife's folks. The lazy man is always willing to give the hustler a big percentage for collecting the living that the world owes him. Don't Trade with Trouble. Don't make a trade with Trouble! He would buy you bargain cheap, And you'd have to pay a ransom That would climb up mighty steep! Don't sell yourself to Trouble, 'Cause he banters you each day! Out beyond the snows of labor Wait the blossomings of play! Don't make a trade with Trouble! Never stop to name a price; Tell him plain he'd better travel Without any more advice! Trouble never paid a dollar Of the mighty debt he owes; Don't sell yourself to Trouble And the sorrows that he knows! Little Sermons.