At Daybreak [pp. 254]

At Day-Break.
old-fashioned your ideas on woman are. I
enjoy every minute of my work; it keeps me
well and happy. Why, do you think I could
endure the strain of this long waiting and
hope deferred, if I were not busy all the time?
And you know it is delightful to'hear the
nations praising you far off,'" she went on
after a little hesitation, as if waiting for him
to make some rejoinder. "If the desire for
fame is born in a man, why not in a woman,
when she knows she has something in her to
command fame, even if it is only a little suc
cess at a little concert in one little city? It
is the only field I have, and if I conquer it
you mustn't grudge me my success, dear.
You'll come to the concert, and lead the
claque for me, won't you?"
"You have more pluck than any woman
I ever saw!" exclaimed Phil, admiringly, as
she stopped at the door of the music store;
and after he had put her on her car, he
walked down the street, more than ever resolved to make a future and a fortune worthy of his future wife.
Helen Lake.
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AT DAY-BREAK.
The earth is rolling toward the sun.
Another day another day begun
And all the hates of yesterday,
And thoughts that night should charm away,
Stir to new life, as swords of light
Cleave down the cohorts of the night.
The earth is rolling toward the light
From out the clinging shades of night.
And all the griefs of yesterday,
Loom dimly up on Life's highway;
Like giants grim they stir and wake;
And Memory comes when day doth break.
The earth is rolling toward the east.
Of all the shining planets, least;
But full of strifes and mad distress,
That night lulls to forgetfulness.
The soul must arm her for the fray
At break of day-at break of day!
Come hates, and strifes, and fears, and woes!
The earth is rolling into rose.
Before the shafts of golden light
Flutter the truce flags of the night.
O soul, be strong to war thy way!
Faint not, faint not, at break of day!
M. F. Roowntree.
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