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Show Possibilities of the Future By Rev. Xetvell Dwight Wilis Memory gives us tho past, and work uses the present, but our real llfo Is In tho futuro. Three hundred and six-ty-flvo golden days lying before us. Think of it! Ono hour Biifllccd for Hums to baptlzo a daisy with Immortality. Immor-tality. Ono hour wns enough for Wordsworth's Odo to Duty. Ono oven-Ing oven-Ing HUfflccd for Whitney to sketch his cotton gin. Ono winter's night gave tho hours of Jefferson to tako from tho Gospels his sclicmo of ideal ethics. For tho youth tho f.rst duty Is to grow. Growth menns planning; planning plan-ning means something dcflnlto; dollnltuncss appoints certain duties for ouch hour. Every day next year read ono pago or poom; ovury day moot ono man greater than yoursolf, from whom you can learn, and help ono less than yoursolf. Every day do somo ono stroko of good work that will stund, and cross ono threshold to carry sun-Bhlno sun-Bhlno with you. Every day plan to do romo ono thing that will help jnen, not hurt them; mnko men, and not mar them. You can so order your llfo na to grow in health and In enjoyment of God's out-of-door world. You can grow new friendships, and keep tho old ones In good repair. You can so chooso the music, tho great paintings that you seo, and tho architecture that you study, as that music, and eloquence, elo-quence, and art and worship will enrich en-rich your llfo. You can make your dally work, however humble it bo, to tako on tho culturo of a full college course. No matter how old you are, or how much you have done for society, you can open now furrows and sow new harvests of happiness for generations as yot unborn. Aro you young? Take Paul's Ideal: "Whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever what-soever things tro true, whatsoever things nro lovely, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things aro of , good rport think on thoso things." Aro you old, with all your llfo bo-hlnd bo-hlnd you? Hemcmbor Gladstone who In his dying weeks wanted to do ono moro gooil deed, and translated Horace. Homemher Tennyson, who In his last moments tried to wrlto ono moro song, nemcmber that English hero who wont out and planted Just ono moro treo on tho day that ho died. Remember that scarred apnstlo who had sown the world with happiness, happi-ness, but whoso dying word was: "I will forgot the victories and the glories of yesterday; wrlto one more golden pngu, stretching my hands out unto the things that aro before." This will turn tho new year Into a great opportunity. This will crowd all tho days with duties and delights. Llfo will bo worth the living. Work will bring rich reward. |
