Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.