NOV. 23, 1»» kukal enterprise * ri a i oy w . n . r i E K L L THANK the«, thou Most High, for youth, v (j U ) For’ tkou6h t" fl« “ng. yet fonooth —z T “ tile J with freshneu and with hope. And all unfathomed u the scope Ot pain, of torrow, or of un. And sordid cares ne'er enter in The bright young years, and naught is seen Save through the rosy, golden sheen That shimmers in the summer sun. Hope wins the race before 'tujruik And knows, though slues m iy weep The morrow's sun will drive aw ay, All clouds. And so we say, in truth. W e thank, thek.'thou M o $ High, for E GIVE thee. Master, thanks foe age. The whitened hair that marks the gauge __ _ Placed on our brows by passing years Tells us our weary journey nears Its enJtng, and our backward .glance Is keen and searching, lo Some stumbling-block of Athwart the path some The morrow— that is U For w e have learned humili W e know ourselves; this By. h^ril experience, has brought weapy sojourner his wage. thee. Master, thanks for age. E GIVE thee. Father, thanks for death. "I am thy way," we take thy hand. And, by thy side, just waiting, stand Ready the tittle step to take 'Tween Here and There; to sleep, to wake. To live again, and so to learn The lessons from which now we turn A s deep and far beyond our ken. ^ W e e ,bhnd blind, unseeing sons of ment not hear, we cannot see helpless, can but turn to thee, > O. Father, ther, and with trembling breath,'". t V ie thank thee most o f all for death. ’ ,