By LUELLA CLARK.
Hark, hark! What does the fir tree say?
Standing still all night, all day—
Never a moan from over his way.
Green through all the winter’s gray—
What does the steadfast fir tree say?
Creak, creak! Listen! “Be firm, be true.
The winter’s frost and the summer’s dew
Are all in God’s time, and all for you.
Only live your life, and your duty do,
And be brave, and strong, and steadfast, and true.”
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There is a pride which belongs to every rightly-constituted mind, though
it is scarcely to be called pride, but rather a proper estimate of self.
It is, properly speaking, the elevation of mind which arises when we
feel that we have mastered some noble idea and made it our own. Man is
proud of the idea only so far as he feels that it has become part of
himself.—_Von Humboldt._