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THOUGHTS DAY.

Be not an idler in this busy world : Fill every day with sweetness to ’ the brim ; Keep all thy radiant flags of hope unfurled, And lift along the way a joyous hymn. Strive valiantly, since right* must vanquish wrong, But ever rush to battle with a song Margaret Sangster. In taking revenge a man is but even with his enemy ; but in passing it elver ho is superior. Bacon. The brave man seeks not popular ap1> Intis.-. Nor, overpowered with arms deserts his cause ; Unshamed, though foiled, he does the best he can. Force is of brutes, but honour is of man. Dry den. How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call courtesy ! Wholesome as air, and genial as the light, Welcome in each clime as breath of flowers— It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round •the globe. James T. Field. He that floats lazily down tho stream in pursuit of something borne along by the same current, will find himself, indeed, move forward ; but unless he lay, his hands to the oar, and increase his speed by his own labour, must always be at the same distance from that which hi is following. Dr. Johnson. It is not so much as what you say, As the manner in which you say it It is not so much the language you use. As the tones In which you convey it. The words may be mild and fair. And the tones may pierce like a dart, The words may be soft as the summer air, And the tones may break the heart. Selected. Sometime and Somewhere and Somehow 7 Are radiant angels three, In daylight and dawn and darkness Who w'alk the world with me.

They lighten my hardest burdens. They brighten my darkest hours, And scatter my bleakest pathway With the loveliest of flowers. They st**engthen me in iny weakness, They comfort me in my care, And fill me with hope as grateful, As hope that comes after prayer. They smile for my joy that liveth, Though they will not weep lor my dead, But point, with their fingers shining, To the blue sky overhead. Anon.

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Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 19, 11 December 1906, Page 7

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THOUGHTS DAY. Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 19, 11 December 1906, Page 7

THOUGHTS DAY. Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 19, 11 December 1906, Page 7

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