Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

A boy's will is the wind's will.