Things Worth While.

To sit and dream in a shady nook

While the phantom clouds roll by;

To con some long-remembered book

When the pulse of youth beats high.

To thrill when the dying sunset glows

Through the heart of a mystic wood,

To drink the sweetness of some wild rose,

And to find the whole world good.

To bring unto others joy and mirth,

And keep what friends you can;

To learn that the rarest gift on earth

Is the love of your fellow man.

To hold the respect of those you know,

To scorn dishonest pelf;

To sympathize with another's woe,

And just be true to yourself.

To find that a woman's honest love

In this great world of strife

Gleams steadfast like a star, above

The dark morass of life.

To feel a baby's clinging hand,

To watch a mother's smile;

To dwell once more in fairyland —

These are the things worth while.