Stamps Quartet News (Dallas, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 2, Ed. 1 Wednesday, February 1, 1961 Page: 4 of 15
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Page (4) STAMPS QUARTET NEWS February, 1961
PROSE
AND
POETRY
Then let us all, when we commence
To surrender friend or foe,
Think of the harm one word would do
To those we little know;
Remember, curses, sometimes, like
Our chickens, “roost at home,”
Don't speak of others' faults until
We have none of our own.
—James J. Boucher
Beautiful form now quite bent with
age,
Most faithful heart so weary, yet
true;
Beautiful book to read page by page,
Beautiful life she has spent for you.
FRIENDLINESS IN CHURCH
PAYING THE PRICE
Climbing higher is a matter of will-
ingness to pay the price. A doctor put
it this way one day:
“I can be anything I want to be,''
he said. “I have studied the careers
of famous surgeons and physicians,
and I know the reason for their suc-
cess. Most of us, you know, are will-
ing to give up about eight hours a
day to our jobs. Up to this point al-
most everyone else is in the race.
The men who forge ahead put in
‘overtime.'The return for a standard
day's work is moderate, because com-
petition is so keen; but overtime pay
is always high ... it goes up in a
geometrical ratio."
Thousands of others have the abil-
ity to achieve outstanding success in
politics, in literature, in music, and
in other departments of life if they
are willing to give themselves wholly
over to one achievement.
Getting is the result of giving. Di-
rect all your energy into one channel
. . . give yourself wholly to one task
. . . and something will happen.
MUSIC SEEN CURE FOR
DELINQUENCY
Willie Lamb, 60, has his own sug-
gestion for keeping boys out of troub-
le with the law. Get them interested
in bandwork, says Lamb, bandmaster
of the Prince Albert City Band for
the last 25 years.
“I have always said that the boy
who plays an instrument in a band
will never get into trouble when the
law. I've found it that way ever since
I've been connected with music. I be-
lieve that if everybody could study
music there would be fewer criminals
in the world today."
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY
In speaking of a person's faults,
Pray don't forget your own;
Remember those with homes of glass
Should seldom throw a stone;
If we have nothing else to do,
But talk of those who sin,
'Tis better we commence at home,
And from that point begin.
FAITH
God works in mysterious ways
His wonders to perform;
If we will do as He commands
He'll guide us through the storm.
We must exercise our faith—
Our lives to God belong;
Without His love to guide us
We'd be lost among the throng.
There is a deep, abiding peace
That sorrow cannot take away;
Faith in God has placed it there
And it is in our heart to stay.
—Delilah A. McCorkle
OBEDIENCE
I said: “Let me walk in the fields."
He said: “No, walk in the town.”
I said: “There are no flowers there.”
He said: “No flowers, but a crown.”
I said: “But the skies are black;
There is nothing but noise and din.”
And He wept as He sent me back—
“There is more,” He said, “there
is sin.”
I said: “But the air is thick,
And fogs are veiling the sun.”
He answered: “Yet souls are sick,
And souls in the dark undone!"
I said: “I shall miss the light,
And friends wTill miss me, they say.5
He answered: “Choose tonight
If I am to miss you or they."
I pleaded for time to be given,
He said: “Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem so hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of you]
Guide."
I cast one look at the fields,
Then set my face to the town;
He said, “My child, do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for the
crown?”
Then into His hand went mine;
And into my heart came He;
And I walked in a light divine,
The path I had feared to see.
George MacDonald
We have no right to judge a man
Until he's fairly tried;
Should we not like his company,
We know the world is wide;
Some may have faults—and who
has not?
The old as well as young—
Perhaps we may, for aught we know,
Have fifty to their one.
I'll tell you of a better plan,
You'll find it works full well;
To try my own defects to cure
Before of others' tell;
And though sometimes I hope to be
No worse than some I know,
My own shortcomings bid me let
The faults of others go.
BEAUTIFULS
Beautiful face once happy and gay,
Beautiful hands so shapely and white;
Beautiful eyes of pure honest gray,
Beautiful hair almost black as night.
Beautiful face now furrowed and old,
Beautiful hands now withered and
worn;
Beautiful eyes with sadness made
cold,
Beautiful hair of its lustre shorn.
Beautiful form once lithe and erect,
Dutiful life filled with hope and pride;
Purified heart to love and protect,
Wonderful book compiled for a guide.
We never lose by speaking a word,
Giving a smile, or kindly look,
When we meet in the House of our
Lord,
Or offer to someone a book.
We do not know the courage or cheer,
That a clasp of our hand may give
To a stranger who meets with us here,
Perhaps help them braver to live.
For we all enjoy the friendly face,
Among those we meet in the aisle;
We gladly go again to the place
Where we receive a cordial smile.
A snub may change the most joyous
heart
Into prejudice or sadness,
With the feeling that they have no
part
In religion's appealing gladness.
When we brighten someone's dreary
day
With a glad smile, kind word or deed,
We may start them on the upward
way
And their soul to the Saviour lead.
A friend is a blessing divine,
To whom in trouble we may go
And find them ever genuine,'
In the sympathy they bestow.
THE DREAMER
Back of the beating hammer
By which the steel is wrought,
Back of the workshops clamor
The seeker may find a thought;
The thought that is ever master
Of iron or steam or steel,
Which rises above disasters
And tramples them under heel.
The drudge may fret or tinker
Or labor with lusty blows,
But back of him stands the thinker
The clear-eyed man who knows;
For into each plow and saber
Each piece and part and whole,
Must go the brains of labor
Which gives the work a soul.
Back of the motors humming
Back of the bells that ring,
Back of the hammers drumming
Back of the cranes that swing;
There is an eye which scans them
Watching through stress and strain,
There is the mind which plans them
Back of the brawn—the brain.
Might of the roaring boiler
Force of the engines thrust,
Strength of the sweating toiler
Greatly in these we trust;
But back of them stands the thinker
The schemer, who drives things
through,
But back of the job stands - the
dreamer
Who is making his dreams come
true. *
—Burton Brailey
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