Within Life’s book another leaf is turned; Today we face a new and untried Year, Its secrets and it’s purpose all unguessed. No hand may lift the veil that hides from us Success or failure,—and no feet but ours May tread our pathway, do our several tasks.

We step into the New Year’s outstretched arms, And wonder, if with all her luring charms Truer she’ll prove than one we leave behind; What we have gained from wrestling with defeat Mayhap will give us strength new foes to meet, With greater courage. Come then storm or stress,

Defeat or failure,—or joy’s magic spell. To each or all, the New Year holds in store. We reach our hands in welcome, for we know Our truest blessings from our failures grow, And that our share of happiness will be What we acquire through self-mastery. —Author Unknown.

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CONSIDER that each cell-life of thine has ears, and be careful what you utter to them by thoughts and spoken words, for they will build you there according to your orders. And there is naught, indeed, more perishing than shame.

To slip apologetically through existence is not life. If such a mean philosophy went abroad, we should soon find a place for shivering creatures without the courage to die or the capacity to live.—Eastern Philosophy.

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