CHAS. J. O'MALLEY.
JAS. L. ORR.
1. Whatever lacks purpose is evil,
A pool without pebbles breeds slime;
Not any one step hath chance fashioned
On the infinite stairway of Time:
Nor ever came good without labor,
Is toil or in science or art;
It must be wrought out thro' the muscles,
Born out of the soul and the heart.
2. Why plow in the stubble with plow-shares,
Why winnow the chaff from the grain,
Since all of his gifts must be toiled for,
Since truth is not born without pain.
He giveth not to the unworthy,
The weak or the foolish in deeds;
Who soweth but chaff at the seed-time
Shall reap but a harvest of weeds.
3. The pyramid builded of vapor
Is blown by His whirlwinds to naught,
The song without truth is forgotten,
His poem to man is man's thought.
Whatever is strong with a purpose,
In humbleness wrought and soul pure,
Is known to the Master of singers.
He toucheth it, saying, endure.