The world is waiting for somebody,Waiting and watching to-day;Somebody to lift up and strengthen,Somebody to shield and stay.Do you thoughtlessly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,Somebody brave and strong,With a helping hand, a generous heart,With a gift of deed or song.Do you doubtfully question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,The sad world bleak and cold,When wan-faced children are watchingFor hope in the eyes of the old.Do you wond’ringly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,And has been for years on years;Somebody to soften its sorrows,Somebody to heed its tears.Then doubting question no longer, “Who?”For, oh, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,A deed of love to do;Then up and hasten, everybody,For everybody is you!For everybody is you, my friend,For everybody is you!
The world is waiting for somebody,Waiting and watching to-day;Somebody to lift up and strengthen,Somebody to shield and stay.Do you thoughtlessly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,Somebody brave and strong,With a helping hand, a generous heart,With a gift of deed or song.Do you doubtfully question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,The sad world bleak and cold,When wan-faced children are watchingFor hope in the eyes of the old.Do you wond’ringly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,And has been for years on years;Somebody to soften its sorrows,Somebody to heed its tears.Then doubting question no longer, “Who?”For, oh, my friend, ’tis you!The world is waiting for somebody,A deed of love to do;Then up and hasten, everybody,For everybody is you!For everybody is you, my friend,For everybody is you!
The world is waiting for somebody,Waiting and watching to-day;Somebody to lift up and strengthen,Somebody to shield and stay.Do you thoughtlessly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
Waiting and watching to-day;
Somebody to lift up and strengthen,
Somebody to shield and stay.
Do you thoughtlessly question, “Who?”
’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,Somebody brave and strong,With a helping hand, a generous heart,With a gift of deed or song.Do you doubtfully question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
Somebody brave and strong,
With a helping hand, a generous heart,
With a gift of deed or song.
Do you doubtfully question, “Who?”
’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,The sad world bleak and cold,When wan-faced children are watchingFor hope in the eyes of the old.Do you wond’ringly question, “Who?”’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
The sad world bleak and cold,
When wan-faced children are watching
For hope in the eyes of the old.
Do you wond’ringly question, “Who?”
’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,And has been for years on years;Somebody to soften its sorrows,Somebody to heed its tears.Then doubting question no longer, “Who?”For, oh, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
And has been for years on years;
Somebody to soften its sorrows,
Somebody to heed its tears.
Then doubting question no longer, “Who?”
For, oh, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,A deed of love to do;Then up and hasten, everybody,For everybody is you!For everybody is you, my friend,For everybody is you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
A deed of love to do;
Then up and hasten, everybody,
For everybody is you!
For everybody is you, my friend,
For everybody is you!
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YOUTH OF THE HEART
If we would keep our spirits young we should learn this lesson from the trees, by Richard Kirk:
Master, I learn this lesson from the trees:Not to grow old. The maple by my doorPuts forth green leaves as cheerily as I,When I was taller than this selfsame tree,Put forth my youthful longings. I have erred,Standing a bleak and barren leafless thingAmong my hopeful brothers. I am shamed.I will not be less hopeful than the trees;I will not cease to labor and aspire;I will not pause in patient high endeavor;I will be young in heart until I die.—Lippincott’s Magazine.
Master, I learn this lesson from the trees:Not to grow old. The maple by my doorPuts forth green leaves as cheerily as I,When I was taller than this selfsame tree,Put forth my youthful longings. I have erred,Standing a bleak and barren leafless thingAmong my hopeful brothers. I am shamed.I will not be less hopeful than the trees;I will not cease to labor and aspire;I will not pause in patient high endeavor;I will be young in heart until I die.—Lippincott’s Magazine.
Master, I learn this lesson from the trees:Not to grow old. The maple by my doorPuts forth green leaves as cheerily as I,When I was taller than this selfsame tree,Put forth my youthful longings. I have erred,Standing a bleak and barren leafless thingAmong my hopeful brothers. I am shamed.I will not be less hopeful than the trees;I will not cease to labor and aspire;I will not pause in patient high endeavor;I will be young in heart until I die.—Lippincott’s Magazine.
Master, I learn this lesson from the trees:
Not to grow old. The maple by my door
Puts forth green leaves as cheerily as I,
When I was taller than this selfsame tree,
Put forth my youthful longings. I have erred,
Standing a bleak and barren leafless thing
Among my hopeful brothers. I am shamed.
I will not be less hopeful than the trees;
I will not cease to labor and aspire;
I will not pause in patient high endeavor;
I will be young in heart until I die.
—Lippincott’s Magazine.
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YOUTH, USEFUL
A newsboy of only fourteen lately did heroic rescue work in connection with the disaster at the Alexandra docks extension, in Newport, Monmouthshire, England, descending sixty feet under the fallen and broken timbers to clear the way to where the bleeding and crippled laborers were lying. The lad with two hands to help, and with a clear brain and a loving heart, is a very important factor in this busy and often troubled world. (Text.)
A newsboy of only fourteen lately did heroic rescue work in connection with the disaster at the Alexandra docks extension, in Newport, Monmouthshire, England, descending sixty feet under the fallen and broken timbers to clear the way to where the bleeding and crippled laborers were lying. The lad with two hands to help, and with a clear brain and a loving heart, is a very important factor in this busy and often troubled world. (Text.)
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YOUTHFUL TENDENCIES
One of our illustrated papers presented a picture in a late issue that painted a very definite moral. It was labeled “Man in the Making,” and showed two well-grown boys in a trolley car, one crowded in a corner and reading “Dead-Eye Dick,” and the other sitting up thoughtfully and studying his geometry.
One of our illustrated papers presented a picture in a late issue that painted a very definite moral. It was labeled “Man in the Making,” and showed two well-grown boys in a trolley car, one crowded in a corner and reading “Dead-Eye Dick,” and the other sitting up thoughtfully and studying his geometry.
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ZEAL
Dr. Bonar tells of a dream he once had. In his dream the angels weighed his zeal, and he was delighted with the result. It reached the maximum and turned the scale at a hundred. Then they analyzed it, and his delight vanished. For (out of the hundred) fourteen parts were pure selfishness, fifteen parts sectarianism, twenty-two parts ambition, twenty-three parts love for man, and twenty-six parts love to God. He awoke from his dream sobered and saddened, but resolved on a new consecration.
Dr. Bonar tells of a dream he once had. In his dream the angels weighed his zeal, and he was delighted with the result. It reached the maximum and turned the scale at a hundred. Then they analyzed it, and his delight vanished. For (out of the hundred) fourteen parts were pure selfishness, fifteen parts sectarianism, twenty-two parts ambition, twenty-three parts love for man, and twenty-six parts love to God. He awoke from his dream sobered and saddened, but resolved on a new consecration.
How much religious zeal (if analyzed) would prove even more corrupt!
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Zeal in Teachers—SeeTeachers, Alertness of.
Zeal Overdone—SeeHuman Passion.
Zeal, Unwise—SeeUnnatural Education.
Zones—SeePaths, Keeping One’s Own.