Where are all the young men? There are only grey-heads here. What has become of the young men? centered* * * * * * * This is the young men’s year!

Lord, when Thou seest that my wor… Let me not linger on, With failing powers, Adown the weary hours,— A workless worker in a world of wo…

right(AN ALLEGORY) One day, as I travelled the highw… I heard, on in front, a most dolor… And there, round the corner, a wea… Was nuzzling the hedge for a mouth…

Lord, save their souls alive! And—for the rest,— We leave it all to Thee; Thou knowest best. Whether they live or die,

Singing, she washed Her baby’s clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry,

Not what, but WHOM, I do believ… That, in my darkest hour of need, Hath comfort that no mortal creed To mortal man may give;— Not what, but WHOM!

Better in bitterest agony to lie, Before Thy throne, Than through much increase to be l… And stand alone. Better by one sweet soul, constant…

We thank Thee, Lord, For all Thy Golden Silences,— For every Sabbath from the world’… For every respite from the stress… Silence of moorlands rolling to th…

But once I pass this way, And then—no more. But once—and then, the Silent Doo… Swings on its hinges,— Opens... closes,—

Some lives are set in narrow ways, By Love’s wise tenderness. They seem to suffer all their days Life’s direst storm and stress. But God shall raise them up at le…

I have been tried, Tried in the fire, And I say this, As the result of dire distress, And tribulation sore—

Oft, as he jogs along the Winding… Occasion comes for Every Man to s… “This Road?—or That?” and as he c… So shall his journey end in Night…

Peter, outworn, And menaced by the sword, Shook off the dust of Rome; And, as he fled, Met one, with eager face,

Burden-bearers are we all, Great and small. Burden-sharers be ye all, Great and small! Where another shares the load,

Just do your best, And leave the rest To Him who gave you Life,— And Zeal for Labour,—