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    Walk Slowly - by Adelaide Love[/U][/B]

    If you should go before me, dear, walk slowly
    Down the ways of death, well-worn and wide,
    For I would want to overtake you quickly
    And seek the journey's ending by your side.

    I would be so forlorn not to descry you
    Down some shining highroad when I came;
    Walk slowly, dear, and often look behind you
    And pause to hear if someone calls your name.

    Ad Finem
    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    On the white throat of the useless passion
    That scorched my soul with its burning breath,
    I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion,
    And gathered them close in a grip of death;
    For why should I fan, or feed with fuel,
    A love that showed me but blank despair?
    So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel -
    I meant to strangle it then and there!
    I thought it was dead. But with no warning,
    It rose from its grave last night, and came
    And stood by my bed till the early morning,
    And over and over it spoke your name.
    Its throat was red where my hands had held it,
    It burned my brow with its scorching breath;
    And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it,
    A love like this can know no death.
    For just one kiss that your lips have given
    In the lost and beautiful past to me
    I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven
    And all the bliss of Eternity.
    For never a joy are the angels keeping
    To lay at my feet in Paradise,
    Like that of into your strong arms creeping,
    And looking into your love-lit eyes.
    I know, in the way that sins are reckoned,
    This thought is a sin of the deepest dye;
    But I know, too, if an angel beckoned,
    Standing close by the Throne on High,
    And you adown by the gates infernal,
    Should open your loving arms and smile,
    I would turn my back on things supernal,
    To lie on your breast a little while.
    To know for an hour you were mine completely -
    Mine in body and soul, my own -
    I would bear unending tortures sweetly,
    With not a murmur and not a moan.
    A lighter sin or a lesser error
    Might change through hope or fear divine;
    But there is no fear, and hell has no terror,
    To change or alter a love like mine.

    I love you
    Not only for what you are,
    But for what I am
    When I am with you.
    I love you,
    Not only for what
    You have made of yourself,
    But for what
    You are making of me.
    I love you
    For the part of me
    That you bring out;
    I love you
    For putting your hand
    Into my heaped-up heart
    And passing over
    All the foolish, weak things
    That you can't help
    Dimly seeing there,
    And for drawing out
    Into the light
    All the beautiful belongings
    That no one else had looked
    Quite far enough to find
    I love you because you
    Are helping me to make
    Of the lumber of my life
    Not a tavern
    But a temple.
    Out of the works
    Of my every day
    Not a reproach
    But a song.
    I love you
    Because you have done
    More than any creed
    Could have done
    To make me good.
    And more than any fate
    Could have done
    To make me happy.
    You have done it
    Without a touch,
    Without a word,
    Without a sign.
    You have done it
    By being yourself.
    Perhaps that is what
    Being a friend means,
    After all.
    by Roy Croft

    Will You Love Me When I'm old
    I would ask of you, my darling,
    A question soft and low,
    That gives me many a heartache
    As the moments come and go.
    Your love I know is truthful,
    But the truest love grows cold;
    It is this that I would ask you:
    Will you love me when I'm old?

    Life's morn will soon be waning,
    And its evenning bells be tolled,
    But my heart shall know no sadness,
    If you'll love me when I'm old.
    Down the stream of life together
    We are sailing side by side,
    Hoping some bright day to anchor
    Safe beyond the surging tide.

    Today our sky is cloudless,
    But the night may clouds unfold;
    But, though storm's may gather round us,
    Will you love me when I'm old?

    When my hair shall shade the snowdrift,
    And mine eyes shall dimmer grow,
    I would lean upon some loved one,
    Through the valley as I go.

    I would claim of you a promise,
    Worth to me a world of gold;
    It is only this, my darling,
    That you'll love me when I'm old.

    Sydney King Russell

    You loved me for a little,
    Who could not love me long'
    You gave me wings of gladness
    And lent my spirit song.

    You loved me for an hour
    But only with your eyes;
    Your lips I could not capture
    By storm or by surprise.

    Your mouth that I remember
    With rush of sudden pain
    As one remembers starlight
    Or roses after rain...

    Out of a world of laughter
    Suddenly I am sad...
    Day and night it haunts me,
    The kiss I never had.

    I'll remember you love in my prayers

    When the curtains of night are pinned back by the stars
    And the beautiful moon sweeps the sky
    When the dew drops of heaven are kissing the rose
    It is then that my memory flies

    Upon the wings of some beautiful dove
    To hasten the message of cheer
    I'll send you a kiss of affection and say
    I'll remember you, Love, in my prayers

    When the angels of heaven are guarding the good
    As God has ordained them to do
    In answer to prayers that I offered to Him
    I know there's one waiting for you

    Go where you will on land or on sea
    I'll share all your sorrows and cares
    And at night when I kneel by my bedside to pray
    I'll remember you, Love, in my prayers

    May the angels be with you and guard you through life
    And guide you up Heaven's bright stairs
    And know that I love you wherever you roam
    I'll remember you, Love, in my prayers

    We Have Lived and Loved Together
    Charles Jefferys
    We have lived and loved together
    Through many changing years;
    We have shared each other's gladness
    And wept each other's tears;
    I have known ne'er a sorrow
    That was long unsoothed by thee;
    For thy smiles can make a summer
    Where darkness else would be.

    Like the leaves that fall around us
    In autumn's fading hours,
    Are the traitor's smiles, that darken
    When the cloud of sorrow lowers;
    And though many such we've known, love,
    Too prone, alas, to range,
    We both can speak of one love
    Which time can never change.

    We have lived and loved together
    Through many changing years,
    We have shared each other's gladness
    And wept each other's tears.
    And let us hope the future,
    As the past has been will be:
    I will share with thee my sorrows,
    And thou thy joys with me.

    “OUR HEROES”By Phoebe Cary

    Here's a hand to the boy who has courage
    To do what he knows to be right;
    When he falls in the way of temptation
    He has a hard battle to fight.
    Who strives against self and his comrades
    Will find a most powerful foe.
    All honor to him if he conquers.
    A cheer for the boy who says, “No!”
    There's many a battle fought daily
    The world knows nothing about;
    There's many a brave little soldier
    Whose strength puts a legion to rout.
    And he who fights sin single-handed
    Is more of a hero, I say,
    Than he who leads soldiers to battle
    And conquers by arms in the fray.
    Be steadfast my boy, when you're tempted,
    To do what you know to be right.
    Stand firm by the colors of manhood,
    And you will o'ercome in the fight.
    “The right,” be your battle cry ever
    In waging the warfare of life,
    And God, who knows who are the heroes,
    Will give you the strength for the strife.


    This I would like to be - braver and bolder,
    Just a bit wiser because I am older,
    Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,
    Just a bit manlier taking defeat;
    This for the New Year my wish and my plea—
    Lord, make a regular man out of me.

    This I would like to be—just a bit finer,
    More of a smiler and less of a whiner,
    Just a bit quicker to stretch out my hand
    Helping another who's struggling to stand,
    This is my prayer for the New Year to be,
    Lord, make a regular man out of me.

    This I would like to be—just a bit fairer,
    Just a bit better, and just a bit squarer,
    Not quite so ready to censure and blame,
    Quicker to help every man in the game,
    Not quite so eager men's failings to see,
    Lord, make a regular man out of me.

    This I would like to be—just a bit truer,
    Less of the wisher and more of the doer,
    Broader and bigger, more willing to give,
    Living and helping my neighbor to live!
    This for the New Year my prayer and my plea—
    Lord, make a regular man out of me.

    JUST STAND ASIDE and watch yourself go by;
    Think of yourself as “he” instead of “I”.
    Note, closely as in other men you note,
    The bag-kneed trousers and the seedy coat.
    Pick flaws, find fault, forget the man is you,
    And try to make your estimate ring true.
    Confront yourself and look you in the eye—
    JUST STAND ASIDE and watch yourself go by.
    Interpret all your motives just as though
    You looked on one whose aims you did not know.
    Let undisguised contempt surge through you when
    You see you shrink, O commonest of men!
    Despise your cowardice, condemn whate’er
    You note a falseness in you anywhere.
    Defend not one defect that shames your eye—
    JUST STAND ASIDE and watch yourself go by.
    AND THEN, with eyes unveiled to what you loathe,
    To sins that with sweet charity you’d clothe,
    Back to your self-walled tenement you’ll go
    With tolerance for all who dwell below.
    The fault of others then will dwarf and shrink,
    Love’s chain grow stronger by one mighty link,
    When you, with “he” as substitute for “I,”
    Have stood aside and WATCHED YOURSELF GO BY.
    Strickland Gillilan