BYRON

BY JOAQUIN MILLER

In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine

I find so much of sin and blot,

I do not dare to draw a line

Between the two, where God has not.

FOR MERCY, COURAGE, KINDNESS, MIRTH
BY LAWRENCE BINYON

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.

Nay, they wither, root and stem,
If an end be set to them.

Overbrim and overflow

If your own heart you would know.
For the spirit, born to bless,
Lives but in its own excess.

THE WORLD'S NEED

BY ELLA Wheeler WilCOX

So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.

RIX

ACCELERATORS FOR SLUGGISH BLOOD

(Poems of High Voltage)

LEPANTO

BY GILBERT K. CHESTERTON

White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,

And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,

It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard; It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips; For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his

ships.

They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,

They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the

Sea,

And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and

loss,

And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.

The cold queen of England is looking in the glass; The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass; From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish

gun,

And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the

sun.

Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,

Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,