FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE

TO MY BROTHER

I loved you for your loving ways,
The ways that many did not know;
Although my heart would beat and glow
When Nations crowned you with their bays.

I loved you for the tender hand

That held my own so close and warm,
I loved you for the winning charm
That brought gay sunshine to the land.

I loved you for the heart that knew
The need of every little child;

I loved you when you turned and smiled,—
It was as though a fresh wind blew.

I loved you for your loving ways,
That look that leaped to meet my eye,
The ever-ready sympathy,

The generous ardor of your praise.

I loved you for the buoyant fun
That made perpetual holiday
For all who ever crossed your way,
The highest or the humblest one.

I loved you for the radiant zest,
The thrill and glamor that you gave
To each glad hour that we could save
And garner from Time's grim behest.

I loved you for your loving ways,―
And just because I loved them so,
And now have lost them, thus I know
I must go softly all my days!

-Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

A MILE WITH ME

O, who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?

A comrade blithe and full of glee,

Who dares to laugh out loud and free,

And let his frolic fancy play,

Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way'
Where he walks a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me
Along life's weary way?

A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,—
A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, sweet words that cheer the way
When he walks a mile with me.

With such a comrade, such a friend
I fain would walk till journey's end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
And then?-Farewell, we shall meet again!
-Henry van Dyke

MY FRIEND *

The friend I love is like the sea to me,
With spacious days of large tranquility
When on my heart his wordless comforts lie,
As on the utter sea rim rests the sky;
And like the sea for wrath he is, and strong
To launch his surges on the cliffs of Wrong;
But most I love him for his deep-sea spell
Of unguessed secrets that he may not tell:
So I have seen him stand and look afar
Beyond the twilight to the evening star,
And like the ocean's haunting lure to me,
Deep in his eyes I read a mystery:-
For he whose soul we fathom to the end
Becomes our servant then, and not our friend.

-Walter Prichard Eaton

PEOPLE

Like to islands in the seas
Stand our personalities:
Islands where we always face
One another's watering-place;
When we promenade our sands,
We can hear each other's bands;
We can see on festal nights

Red and green and purple lights,

* From Echoes and Realities, by Walter Prichard Eaton. Copyright,

1918, George H. Doran Company, publishers.