My boy, I 'd like a word with you!
You 're starting up the hill of Life,
And friends, whose hearts are warm and true,
Will stand beside you in the strife.
Their kindly words will make you strong,
To bear the burden of the day,
And willing hands will help along
The ones who falter by the way.
And as you climb the hill, my boy,
Be yours a bright or shadowed lot,
Keep ever this advice in view—
Let no past favors be forgot.
Mother's Magazine.
