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"HOW OFTEN WE FORGET."

We are too heedless of the little things
Done for our comfort by our own each day;
Too thoughtless of the cheek our lips might kiss;
The grateful word – so short a word to say!
We notice not the tired feet hurrying
On our small errands;  fail to heed the meek
Word of reproof, nor sicken with the thought
That at our blunders less kind lips might speak.
God trains his angels in our simple homes,
While we search skyward for the radiant wings;
And heaven's light plays about the patient souls
Who at our hearthstones daily toil and sing –
How often we forget, till dear tired hands
And tender watchful eyes
Weary of waiting for our tardy thanks
Slip into Paradise.
– Kate Whiting Patch.


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I BELONG TO THE 
"Y"
DO YOU?

^ 1924-25 

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"Cultivate good cheer, if you want to get along well with others.  Nothing is more popular than sunshine."
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Real knowledge, like everything else of value, is not to be obtained easily.  It must be worked for, studied for, thought for, and, more than all, must be prayed for. – Thomas. Arnold.

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"I feel it when I sorrow most –
I hold it true what'er befall:
Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all."


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If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!


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[[^ THIS]] LOVE AND SMILE, MAKE LIFE WORTH WHILE.
By Lucy Hardy Shults, Katy.

This world would be a brighter place
If we would wear a smiling face,
And strive for mastery with all our might;
'Tis man's whole duty to be kind,
For kindness leads to heights sublime,
And builds a character to stand for right.

Speak gently to the little child,
You'll be rewarded with a smile;
A trusting child is like a guiding star:
A harsh word spoken is a dart
That often wounds a loving heart,
And though the would my heal 'twill leave a scar.

Let not the tempter blind your sight;
Search every heard in God's sunlight,
And keep your soul singing and wear a smile:
The tenderness in love's sweet kiss,
And clasp of loving arms in bliss–
Love is the theme that makes this life worth while.

^ 1925

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MOTHER'S DAY
By Mrs. S. H. Johnson, Bartlett.

On each one a sweet carnation
Breathing soft to me doth say,
"If you'll wear one 'twill remind you
That today is Mother's Day.
All your infant days she nursed you,
Rocked the cradle where you lay,
All through childhood's ways she led you
Now her hair is turning gray.
Don't forget your mother loves you,
Don't forget she's old and gray,
Don't forget, O, don't forget her,
All the year will Mother's Day.

In your strength and manhood's glory, 
In your hours of work or play,
Keep one little thought for mother;
Guide her feeble steps each day.
In the year all spread before you,
Passing days that will not stay,
One will linger, sweetly linger,
If 'tis kept for Mother's Day.
Don't forget your mother loves you,
Don't forget she's old and gray,
Don't forget, O, don't forget her,
All the year will Mother's Day.

Tho' so tall, you're still her baby,
And so many things she'll say,
Do not take the word of strangers;
List to mother while you may.
Up in heaven her God is waiting,
Soon from you will call away.
"Mother, mother," how you'll miss her,
How you'll weep on Mother's Day.
Don't forget your mother loves you,
Don't forget she's old and gray,
Don't forget, O, don't forget her,
All the year will Mother's Day.

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