Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler.  (The Honorable Mrs. Alfred Felkin.)

From “Verses Wise and Otherwise.”

SEE IT THROUGH

An American traveler in Italy stood watching a lumberman who, as the logs floated down a swift mountain stream, jabbed his hook in an occasional one and drew it carefully aside.  “Why do you pick out those few?” the traveler asked.  “They all look alike.”  “But they are not alike, seignior.  The logs I let pass have grown on the side of a mountain, where they have been protected all their lives.  Their grain is coarse; they are good only for lumber.  But these logs, seignior, grew on the top of the mountain.  From the time they were sprouts and saplings they were lashed and buffeted by the winds, and so they grew strong with fine grain.  We save them for choice work; they are not ‘lumber,’ seignior.”

  When you’re up against a trouble,
    Meet it squarely, face to face;
  Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
    Plant your feet and take a brace. 
  When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
    Do the best that you can do;
  You may fail, but you may conquer,
    See it through!

  Black may be the clouds about you
    And your future may seem grim,
  But don’t let your nerve desert you;
    Keep yourself in fighting trim. 
  If the worse is bound to happen,
    Spite of all that you can do,
  Running from it will not save you,
    See it through!

  Even hope may seem but futile,
    When with troubles you’re beset,
  But remember you are facing
    Just what other men have met. 
  You may fail, but fall still fighting;
    Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
  Eyes front, head high to the finish. 
    See it through!

Edgar A. Guest.

From “Just Folks.”

DECEMBER 31

If January 1 is an ideal time for renewed consecration, December 31 is an ideal time for thankful reminiscence.  The year has not brought us everything we might have hoped, but neither has it involved us in everything we might have feared.  Many are the perils, the failures, the miseries we have escaped, and life to us is still gracious and wholesome and filled to the brim with satisfaction.

  Best day of all the year, since I
    May see thee pass and know
  That if thou dost not leave me high
    Thou hast not found me low,
  And since, as I behold thee die,
    Thou leavest me the right to say
  That I to-morrow still may vie
    With them that keep the upward way.

  Best day of all the year to me,
    Since I may stand and gaze
  Across the grayish past and see
    So many crooked ways
  That might have led to misery,
    Or might have ended at Disgrace—­
  Best day since thou dost leave me free
  To look the future in the face.