Submission?  They have preached at that so long. 
  As though the head bowed down would right the wrong,
    As though the folded hand, the coward heart
  Were saintly signs of souls sublimely strong;
    As though the man who acts the waiting part
    And but submits, had little wings a-start. 
  But may I never reach that anguished plight
  Where I at last grow weary of the fight.

  Submission:  “Wrong of course must ever be
  Because it ever was.  ’Tis not for me
    To seek a change; to strike the maiden blow. 
  ’Tis best to bow the head and not to see;
    ’Tis best to dream, that we need never know
    The truth.  To turn our eyes away from woe.” 
  Perhaps.  But ah—­I pray for keener sight,
  And may I not grow weary of the fight.

Miriam Teichner.

A PRAYER

Garibaldi, the Italian patriot, said to his men:  “I do not promise you ease; I do not promise you comfort.  I promise you hardship, weariness, suffering; but I promise you victory.”

  I do not pray for peace,
    Nor ask that on my path
  The sounds of war shall shrill no more,
    The way be clear of wrath. 
  But this I beg thee, Lord,
    Steel Thou my heart with might,
  And in the strife that men call life,
    Grant me the strength to fight.

  I do not pray for arms,
    Nor shield to cover me. 
  What though I stand with empty hand,
    So it be valiantly! 
  Spare me the coward’s fear—­
    Questioning wrong or right: 
  Lord, among these mine enemies,
    Grant me the strength to fight.

  I do not pray that Thou
    Keep me from any wound,
  Though I fall low from thrust and blow,
    Forced fighting to the ground;
  But give me wit to hide
    My hurt from all men’s sight,
  And for my need the while I bleed,
    Lord, grant me strength to fight.

  I do not pray that Thou
    Shouldst grant me victory;
  Enough to know that from my foe
    I have no will to flee. 
  Beaten and bruised and banned,
    Flung like a broken sword,
  Grant me this thing for conquering—­
    Let me die fighting, Lord!

Theodosia Garrison.

From “The Earth Cry.”

STABILITY

Whom do we wish for our friends and allies?  On whom would we wish to depend in a time of need?  Those who are not the slaves of fortune, but have made the most of both her buffets and her rewards.  Those who control their fears and rash impulses, and do not give way to sudden emotion.  Amid confusion and disaster men like these will stand, as Jackson did at Bull Run, like a veritable stone wall.