The year’s at the spring
  And day’s at the morn;
  Morning’s at seven;
  The hillside’s dew-pearled;
  The lark’s on the wing;
  The snail’s on the thorn;
  God’s in his heaven—­
  All’s right with the world.

Robert Browning.

OWNERSHIP

The true value of anything lies, not in the object itself or in its legal possession, but in our attitude to it.  We may own a thing in fee simple, yet derive from it nothing but vexation.  For those who have little, as indeed for those who have much, there are no surer means of happiness than enjoying that which they do not possess.  Emerson shows us that two harvests may be gathered from every field—­a material one by the man who raised the crop, and an esthetic or spiritual one by whosoever can see beauty or thrill with an inner satisfaction.

    They ride in Packards, those swell guys,
  While I can’t half afford a Ford;
  Choice fillets fill a void for them,
  We’ve cheese and prunes the place I board;
  They’ve smirking servants hanging round,
  You’d guess by whom my shoes are shined. 
  But all the same I’m rich as they,
  For ownership’s a state of mind.

    They own, you say?  Pshaw, they possess! 
  And what a fellow has, has him! 
  The rich can’t stop and just enjoy
  Their lawns and shrubs and house-fronts trim. 
  They’re tied indoors and foot the bills;
  I stroll or stray, as I’m inclined—­
  Possession was not meant for use,
  But ownership’s a state of mind.

    The folks who have must try to keep
  Against the thieves who swarm and steal;
  They dare not stride, they mince along—­
  Their pavement’s a banana peel. 
  Who owns, the jeweler or I,
  Yon gems by window-bars confined? 
  Possession lies in locks and keys;
  True ownership’s a state of mind.

    I own my office (I’ve a boss,
  But so have all men—­so has he);
  The business is not mine, but yet
  I own the whole blamed company;
  Stockholders are less proud than I
  When competition’s auld lang syned. 
  What care I that the profit’s theirs? 
  I have what counts—­an owner’s mind.

    The pretty girls I meet are mine
  (I do not choose to tell them so);
  I own the flowers, the trees, the birds;
  I own the sunshine and the snow;
  I own the block, I own the town—­
  The smiles, the songs of humankind. 
  For ownership is how you feel;
  It’s just a healthy state of mind.

St. Clair Adams.

A SMILING PARADOX

Good nature or ill is like the loaves and fishes.  The more we give away, the more we have.

  I’ve squandered smiles to-day,
  And, strange to say,
  Altho’ my frowns with care I’ve stowed away,
  To-night I’m poorer far in frowns than at the start;
      While in my heart,
  Wherein my treasures best I store,
  I find my smiles increased by several score.