When from the death of sleep thy soul awakes Let it not dwell in sorrow on the past, Regretful for the joy that could not last, Or misdeed that all life a burden makes. Take up new life with each new day that breaks. Say not thy soul is sick and poor, held fast. By circumstances now so overcast; Or from the parent life its weakness takes. O ! back of these, and over all of these. Arises the Eternal Will and Love. Get but a glimpse, touch but the outer shore. Each morn, of these all-glorious mysteries, And you can rise in strength and joy above The old life to the new for evermore. THE IDEA OF GOD. HE practice of the Presence of God is the most helpful, the most joy-ful, of all human experiences. It is life and strength to every part of one : body, mind, and soul.