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Glass + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Mountain Spring And Other Poems + +Author: Nannie R. Glass + +Release Date: February 18, 2005 [EBook #15101] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MOUNTAIN SPRING *** + + + + +Produced by Ted Garvin, and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + +</pre> + +<h1><i>The Mountain Spring and Other Poems</i></h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>NANNIE R. GLASS</h2> + + +<div class="center"> +BOSTON<br /> +SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY<br /> +1913<br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>TO THE MEMORY OF HER PARENTS, WHO KEPT THEIR ALTAR FIRES + BURNING, THE AUTHOR AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATES THIS LITTLE BOOK</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<p> + <a href="#THE_MOUNTAIN_SPRING"><b>THE MOUNTAIN SPRING</b></a><br /> + <a href="#GO_WANDER"><b>GO WANDER</b></a><br /> + <a href="#LOVE"><b>LOVE</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_LILIES"><b>THE LILIES</b></a><br /> + <a href="#TELL_PETER"><b>TELL PETER</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_SLEET"><b>THE SLEET</b></a><br /> + <a href="#ANSWERED"><b>ANSWERED</b></a><br /> + <a href="#ALONE"><b>ALONE</b></a><br /> + <a href="#NO_OTHER"><b>NO OTHER</b></a><br /> + <a href="#WEALTH"><b>WEALTH</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_CAPTIVES"><b>THE CAPTIVES</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_LIVING_WATER"><b>THE LIVING WATER</b></a><br /> + <a href="#JESUS_INTERCEDES"><b>JESUS INTERCEDES</b></a><br /> + <a href="#EVES_FLOWERS"><b>EVE'S FLOWERS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#COME_UNTO_ME"><b>COME UNTO ME</b></a><br /> + <a href="#NOVEMBER"><b>NOVEMBER</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_TRAVELERS"><b>THE TRAVELERS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#DAYBREAK"><b>DAYBREAK</b></a><br /> + <a href="#GONE"><b>GONE</b></a><br /> + <a href="#AWAKE"><b>AWAKE!</b></a><br /> + <a href="#ABIDE_WITH_USquot"><b>"ABIDE WITH US"</b></a><br /> + <a href="#O_BETHLEHEM"><b>O BETHLEHEM!</b></a><br /> + <a href="#RING_THE_BELLS"><b>RING THE BELLS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_DESERT_SPRING"><b>THE DESERT SPRING</b></a><br /> + <a href="#MUSINGS"><b>MUSINGS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#BARTIMAEUS"><b>BARTIMÆUS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#ZACCHAEUS"><b>ZACCHÆUS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#APRIL"><b>APRIL</b></a><br /> + <a href="#BETHLEHEM"><b>BETHLEHEM</b></a><br /> + <a href="#NATURES_LESSON"><b>NATURE'S LESSON</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THE_MIGRATORY_SWANS"><b>THE MIGRATORY SWANS</b></a><br /> + <a href="#MINISTERING_WOMEN"><b>MINISTERING WOMEN</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THAT_JEWISH_LAD"><b>THAT JEWISH LAD</b></a><br /> + <a href="#IN_SINCERITY"><b>IN SINCERITY</b></a><br /> + <a href="#THEYRE_COMING"><b>THEY'RE COMING!</b></a><br /> + </p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>THE MOUNTAIN SPRING AND OTHER POEMS</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MOUNTAIN_SPRING" id="THE_MOUNTAIN_SPRING" />THE MOUNTAIN SPRING</h2> + +<p><i>And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take +the water of life freely.</i>—Revelation 22:17.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>I wandered down a mountain road,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Past flower and rock and lichen gray,<br /></span> +<span>Alone with nature and her God<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon a flitting summer day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The forest skirted to the edge<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of Capon river, Hampshire's gem,<br /></span> +<span>Which, bathing many a primrose ledge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oft sparkled like a diadem.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>At length a silvery spring I spied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gurgling through moss and fern along,<br /></span> +<span>Waiting to bless with cooling tide<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All who were gladdened by its song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Oh, who would pass with thirsting lip<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And burning brow, this limpid wave?<br /></span> +<span>Who would not pause with joy and sip?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its crystal depths who would not crave?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>This query woke a voice within—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why slight the spring of God's great love,<br /></span> +<span>That fount that cleanseth from all sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our purchase paid by Christ above?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Whoever will may drink! Oh, why,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Worn toilers in this earthly strife,<br /></span> +<span>Reject a mansion in the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Reject heaven's bliss and endless life?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="GO_WANDER" id="GO_WANDER" />GO WANDER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Go, wander, little book,<br /></span> +<span>Nor let thy wand'ring cease;<br /></span> +<span>May all who on these pages look<br /></span> +<span>From sin find sweet release,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Through Christ, God's holy son,<br /></span> +<span>Who left his throne in heaven<br /></span> +<span>And e'en death's anguish did not shun<br /></span> +<span>That we might be forgiven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>How should our thoughts and deeds<br /></span> +<span>Exalt this mighty friend,<br /></span> +<span>Who died, yet lives and intercedes<br /></span> +<span>And loves us to the end!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LOVE" id="LOVE" />LOVE</h2> + +<p><i>For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; +it is the gift of God.</i>—Ephesians 2:8.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Christ might have called the angels down<br /></span> +<span>To bear him safe above,<br /></span> +<span>To shield his brow from sorrow's crown,<br /></span> +<span>From death's cold blight, and bitter frown,<br /></span> +<span>Had it not been for love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Our glorious King, our Prince of Peace,<br /></span> +<span>Has left his throne above<br /></span> +<span>To give our souls from sin release,<br /></span> +<span>To make our pain and anguish cease,<br /></span> +<span>And all because of love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>By faith in him, we all may see<br /></span> +<span>In realms of light above,<br /></span> +<span>Through streams of blood on Calvary,<br /></span> +<span>A joyful immortality;—<br /></span> +<span>The purchase price was love.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_LILIES" id="THE_LILIES" />THE LILIES</h2> + +<p><i>Consider the lilies.</i>—Luke 2:27.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Emblems of Christ our Lord,<br /></span> +<span>Roses and lilies fair,<br /></span> +<span>These flowers in His word,<br /></span> +<span>His glory seem to share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The lilies of the field,<br /></span> +<span>Sweet teachers of the soul,<br /></span> +<span>Which will their lessons yield<br /></span> +<span>Long as the seasons roll,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They neither toil nor spin,<br /></span> +<span>Exist without a care,<br /></span> +<span>And yet no earthly king can win<br /></span> +<span>A garb so chaste and rare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Frozen, they burst to life,<br /></span> +<span>To nature's minstrelsy—<br /></span> +<span>A resurrection type<br /></span> +<span>Of immortality.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TELL_PETER" id="TELL_PETER" />TELL PETER</h2> + +<p><i>And Simon Peter stood and warmed himself.</i>—John 18:25.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Peter, it was not outward cold<br /></span> +<span>But inward chill thy bosom froze,<br /></span> +<span>Made thee deny with falsehood bold<br /></span> +<span>Thy Lord and Master to his foes.<br /></span> +<span>When we find cheer at Satan's fires<br /></span> +<span>The world is there to work us harm,<br /></span> +<span>To deaden all our pure desires<br /></span> +<span>With its deceitful lure and charm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Peter, the voice of chanticleer<br /></span> +<span>Fulfilled what Christ had prophesied;<br /></span> +<span>And oh, that pitying look sincere<br /></span> +<span>From him whom thou hadst just denied!<br /></span> +<span>Thy burst of penitential grief!<br /></span> +<span>Heaven those tears did surely send.<br /></span> +<span>Tears give the burdened heart relief;<br /></span> +<span>Dry anguish may its tendrils rend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Sin soon will crucify our Lord,<br /></span> +<span>Thy sin, and all the world's beside.<br /></span> +<span>He gave himself, the Living Word,<br /></span> +<span>Our shelter from God's wrath to hide.<br /></span> +<span>Had all the seraphs pens to write<br /></span> +<span>Such love upon the boundless sky,<br /></span> +<span>Angelic powers could not indite<br /></span> +<span>Its greatness while the ages fly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The hour is hastening. God has willed<br /></span> +<span>That Christ should through his own decree<br /></span> +<span>Abolish death and have fulfilled<br /></span> +<span>Our blood-bought immortality.<br /></span> +<span>And when the awful tomb he rent,<br /></span> +<span>When freed from every earthly thrall,<br /></span> +<span>"Tell Peter" was the message sent;<br /></span> +<span>"Tell Peter"—'tis love's tender call.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Peter was martyr to his faith;<br /></span> +<span>His rock, God's son whom he denied;<br /></span> +<span>This faith the key that unlocks death<br /></span> +<span>To realms where joy and peace abide.<br /></span> +<span>"Tell Peter!" Honey drops of love,<br /></span> +<span>Awaking all the choirs of heaven!<br /></span> +<span>"Tell Peter"—angels from above<br /></span> +<span>Shout, "Hear, O earth, and be forgiven!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SLEET" id="THE_SLEET" />THE SLEET</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Regal the earth seems with diamonds today,<br /></span> +<span>Gemming all nature in blazing array;<br /></span> +<span>A picture more fairy-like never could be<br /></span> +<span>Than this wonderful icicle filigree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>A crystallized world! What a marvelous sight,<br /></span> +<span>Gorgeous and grand in the March sunlight!<br /></span> +<span>The frost-king magician has changed the spring showers<br /></span> +<span>To turquois and topaz and sapphire bowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And what is the lesson we learn from the sleet,<br /></span> +<span>As toiling life's road with wearying feet,<br /></span> +<span>Upward we strive, but failing so oft<br /></span> +<span>In the struggles that bear us aright and aloft?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>'Tis this—that the hard breath of winter's chill blast<br /></span> +<span>Alone can this mantle of loveliness cast;<br /></span> +<span>And thus our sharp winds of trial may prove<br /></span> +<span>Angels to weave us bright garments of love.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ANSWERED" id="ANSWERED" />ANSWERED</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ye realms of beauty from afar,<br /></span> +<span>What speak ye to the saddened soul?<br /></span> +<span>What is the message of each star<br /></span> +<span>As ever ceaselessly ye roll?<br /></span> +<span>Thus do ye answer: "We declare<br /></span> +<span>God's glory; and to you 'tis given<br /></span> +<span>To cast on him your every care,<br /></span> +<span>For he hath wound the clock of heaven."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ye hoary hills which have looked down<br /></span> +<span>On all the centuries of time,<br /></span> +<span>Have felt their touch without a frown,<br /></span> +<span>And with indifference sublime,<br /></span> +<span>What would ye speak, if understood,<br /></span> +<span>Of life with all its woes and ills?<br /></span> +<span>'Tis this: to all they work for good<br /></span> +<span>Who love the maker of the hills.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ALONE" id="ALONE" />ALONE</h2> + +<p>Genesis 28:10-22.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>The sun had set. He was alone;<br /></span> +<span>Mid twilight shadows he would rest.<br /></span> +<span>He laid his head upon a stone<br /></span> +<span>To woo sweet slumber for his guest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Perhaps within those midnight hours<br /></span> +<span>His rugged bed was cold and chill,<br /></span> +<span>But wrapped in Dreamland's mystic powers,<br /></span> +<span>He knew no danger, felt no ill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>A vision in his dreams appeared!<br /></span> +<span>Angels were stepping to and fro<br /></span> +<span>Upon a ladder which, upreared,<br /></span> +<span>Aided their ministry below.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And then God spake in words which said<br /></span> +<span>What future ages would unfold,<br /></span> +<span>The soil on which he made his bed<br /></span> +<span>Was his, by prophecy foretold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>He further heard that holy voice<br /></span> +<span>Predict that through his tribe would be<br /></span> +<span>Blessings in which all should rejoice,<br /></span> +<span>Blessings which all the world should see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Through Jacob would the gift be given<br /></span> +<span>Of Jesus to this sinful earth;<br /></span> +<span>God signified within this vision<br /></span> +<span>Glad news of our Redeemer's birth;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The star of Bethlehem would shine,<br /></span> +<span>That star of joy and peace and love,<br /></span> +<span>Our bleeding sacrifice divine<br /></span> +<span>To cleanse our hearts, our guilt remove.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>If faith and praise in us abound<br /></span> +<span>Toward Israel's God, angels are near;<br /></span> +<span>His word declares they camp around<br /></span> +<span>All those who look to him in fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>When Jacob woke, the ground he trod<br /></span> +<span>Seemed holy; and he named his stone<br /></span> +<span>"Bethel," which means "the house of God."<br /></span> +<span>With heaven so near, was he alone?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NO_OTHER" id="NO_OTHER" />NO OTHER</h2> + +<p><i>Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name +under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved.</i>—Acts 4:12.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Swiftly we float upon time's tide<br /></span> +<span>Adown the stream of years.<br /></span> +<span>Sometimes past hills of joy we glide,<br /></span> +<span>Sometimes through vales of tears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Age follows youth, which, ere we know,<br /></span> +<span>Has vanished like a dream,<br /></span> +<span>And takes its glamour from the glow<br /></span> +<span>Of mem'ry's silvery gleam.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>There is no halt; and more and more<br /></span> +<span>There seems an open sea<br /></span> +<span>Reaching us with its ceaseless roar—<br /></span> +<span>It is eternity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>There is one Pilot that we need,<br /></span> +<span>One who can safely steer,<br /></span> +<span>One who at heaven's court can plead,<br /></span> +<span>And all our journey cheer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>'Tis Jesus Christ; and all who see<br /></span> +<span>In him the truth, the way,<br /></span> +<span>Are in possession of the key<br /></span> +<span>To heaven's eternal day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="WEALTH" id="WEALTH" />WEALTH</h2> + +<p><i>He heapeth up riches and knoweth not who shall gather them.</i>—Psalm +39:6.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>O soul, it is not thine,<br /></span> +<span>But lent to thee in trust<br /></span> +<span>That thou may'st make God's glory shine,<br /></span> +<span>Secured from moth and rust.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Thou can'st not take one mite<br /></span> +<span>Except as thou dost give<br /></span> +<span>And waft it in the golden light<br /></span> +<span>Where heaven's glories live.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Go look for those in need—<br /></span> +<span>The hungry and the cold.<br /></span> +<span>Kind words and actions are the seed<br /></span> +<span>Which yield their fruits of gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Give to the heathen world<br /></span> +<span>Knowledge of Christ our Lord;<br /></span> +<span>Pray that his banner be unfurled;<br /></span> +<span>Send forth, his priceless word.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>He lived for us and died,<br /></span> +<span>And intercedes above.<br /></span> +<span>His blood, a sacrificial tide,<br /></span> +<span>Redeems us by his love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Barbarian, bond and free,<br /></span> +<span>The wise and the unwise"—<br /></span> +<span>'Tis ours to give and theirs to see<br /></span> +<span>Salvation's blood-bought prize.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>We know not 'neath the sky<br /></span> +<span>Who'll gather of our store,<br /></span> +<span>But if we lay it up on high,<br /></span> +<span>'Tis ours forevermore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_CAPTIVES" id="THE_CAPTIVES" />THE CAPTIVES</h2> + +<p>Psalm 137.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Captives by Babel's limpid streams,<br /></span> +<span>We hung our harps on willows there;<br /></span> +<span>Wept over Zion; and our dreams,<br /></span> +<span>Waking or sleeping, she did share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Our victors, with their battle arms,<br /></span> +<span>Derided, jeered, and scorned our tears;<br /></span> +<span>Required mirth, diversion's charms,<br /></span> +<span>To thus allay their guilty fears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Sing us a song" is their demand,<br /></span> +<span>"Yea, sing us one of Zion's songs!"<br /></span> +<span>How can our voices thus expand<br /></span> +<span>To what to us and God belongs?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>How can we on this heathen shore,<br /></span> +<span>Surrounded by idolatry,<br /></span> +<span>Sing songs that unto us are more<br /></span> +<span>Than all their glittering pageantry?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Jerusalem, should we forget,<br /></span> +<span>We pray our hearts and tongues be still!<br /></span> +<span>Jerusalem! Oh, may we yet<br /></span> +<span>Worship upon thy holy hill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Babylon, thou art to be destroyed!<br /></span> +<span>Thy doom's foretold in prophecy;<br /></span> +<span>And happy be the means employed<br /></span> +<span>To hurl thee to thy destiny.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_LIVING_WATER" id="THE_LIVING_WATER" />THE LIVING WATER</h2> + +<p><i>I that speak unto thee am he.</i>—John 4:26.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>She left her home that morn<br /></span> +<span>In fair Samaria's land,<br /></span> +<span>All heedless of her state forlorn,<br /></span> +<span>Sin-bound, both heart and hand.<br /></span> +<span>With prejudicial pride<br /></span> +<span>She scorned the meek request<br /></span> +<span>Of One who sat the well beside,<br /></span> +<span>With heat and thirst opprest.<br /></span> +<span>"Thou art a Jew," she said,<br /></span> +<span>"And asketh drink of me?<br /></span> +<span>Samaria's daughter was not bred<br /></span> +<span>To deal with such as thee."<br /></span> +<span>She would not yield a sip<br /></span> +<span>E'en if its maker sued,<br /></span> +<span>While he from love, with thirsting lip,<br /></span> +<span>Sought and her heart renewed.<br /></span> +<span>He made her ask for life,<br /></span> +<span>Eternal life through him,<br /></span> +<span>And "living water" was the type<br /></span> +<span>To her perception dim.<br /></span> +<span>O yes! She fain would taste<br /></span> +<span>And never thirst again,<br /></span> +<span>And never cross the burning waste<br /></span> +<span>In weariness and pain!<br /></span> +<span>Her life he questioned now;<br /></span> +<span>Revealed her history.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>She must have blushed. How could he know?<br /></span> +<span>Here was a mystery!<br /></span> +<span>Abashed she now replied,<br /></span> +<span>"Thou art a prophet, sir!"<br /></span> +<span>And straightway sought with clannish pride<br /></span> +<span>Instruction's voice to hear;<br /></span> +<span>Instruction that will bless<br /></span> +<span>The world each passing day,<br /></span> +<span>For every spot man's feet may press,<br /></span> +<span>There may he praise and pray.<br /></span> +<span>The woman lent her ear,<br /></span> +<span>Then urged Messiah's plea.<br /></span> +<span>Amazing words she now doth hear,<br /></span> +<span>"I that speak unto thee am he."<br /></span> +<span>What joy! The angels too<br /></span> +<span>Must share it from above.<br /></span> +<span>She left her water-pot, and flew<br /></span> +<span>On feet made swift by love.<br /></span> +<span>Oh, will these tidings last?<br /></span> +<span>This news, it must be spread!<br /></span> +<span>"He knows my present, knows my past;<br /></span> +<span>This is the Christ," she said.<br /></span> +<span>That woman lost in sin<br /></span> +<span>Drank of the living spring,<br /></span> +<span>Then swiftly sped dead souls to win,<br /></span> +<span>And to that fountain bring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Forbid that we should shrink<br /></span> +<span>To publish grace so free,<br /></span> +<span>For all who will that tide may drink<br /></span> +<span>And live eternally.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They begged that he would stay,<br /></span> +<span>Believed the truths unfurled,<br /></span> +<span>And joyfully received that day<br /></span> +<span>The Saviour of the world.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="JESUS_INTERCEDES" id="JESUS_INTERCEDES" />JESUS INTERCEDES</h2> + +<p><i>Seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.</i>—Hebrews 7:25.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>When winding up the path of life,<br /></span> +<span>Sometimes mid thorns, sometimes mid flowers,<br /></span> +<span>Oft weary of its toil and strife,<br /></span> +<span>Oft weary of its wintry hours,<br /></span> +<span>There is one thought than all more sweet<br /></span> +<span>From care my longing heart to free;<br /></span> +<span>'Tis this—oh, wondrous to repeat—<br /></span> +<span>That Jesus intercedes for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And always when the path is steep,<br /></span> +<span>I cling unto this wayside rope:<br /></span> +<span>Nothing can give so great relief,<br /></span> +<span>Nothing can give a brighter hope.<br /></span> +<span>'Tis like a stately spreading palm,<br /></span> +<span>Which forms my spirit's canopy,<br /></span> +<span>'Neath which I breathe the soothing balm<br /></span> +<span>That Jesus intercedes for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And when I reach the sea of death,<br /></span> +<span>To sail its silent waters o'er,<br /></span> +<span>This thought shall calm my latest breath<br /></span> +<span>And waft me to the golden shore.<br /></span> +<span>Not only that my Savior died,<br /></span> +<span>The atoning lamb on Calvary,<br /></span> +<span>But—was there ever love so wide?—<br /></span> +<span>Still lives and intercedes for me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="EVES_FLOWERS" id="EVES_FLOWERS" />EVE'S FLOWERS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Eve must have wept to leave her flowers,<br /></span> +<span>And plucked some roots to tell<br /></span> +<span>Of Eden's happy, sinless bowers,<br /></span> +<span>Where she in bliss did dwell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Roses and lilies, pansies gay,<br /></span> +<span>Violets with azure eyes,<br /></span> +<span>Her favorites must have been, for they<br /></span> +<span>Seem born in paradise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And when they drooped, did she not sigh<br /></span> +<span>And kiss their petals fair,<br /></span> +<span>Thinking, "Alas, ye too must die<br /></span> +<span>And in our sorrow share"?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And then perhaps unto her soul<br /></span> +<span>This answer sweet was given,<br /></span> +<span>"Like you we fade and perish here;<br /></span> +<span>For you we'll bloom in heaven."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Roses and lilies are the type<br /></span> +<span>Of him who from above,<br /></span> +<span>The lamb of God, gave up his life,<br /></span> +<span>A sacrifice of love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>He was her hope in those sad hours<br /></span> +<span>Of blight and sure decay;<br /></span> +<span>The sin that drove her from her flowers<br /></span> +<span>His blood could wash away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="COME_UNTO_ME" id="COME_UNTO_ME" />COME UNTO ME</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Come unto me!" Ah, gentlest word<br /></span> +<span>E'er breathed in human ear!<br /></span> +<span>"I am thy Savior and thy Lord;<br /></span> +<span>Dear child, thou need'st not fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Come unto me in sorrow's hour<br /></span> +<span>When life seems dark and drear;<br /></span> +<span>I'll shield thee from the tempter's power;<br /></span> +<span>Dear child, thou need'st not fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Come unto me when hopes have flown<br /></span> +<span>Like leaves wind-swept and sere,<br /></span> +<span>When every joy thou may'st bemoan;<br /></span> +<span>Dear child, thou need'st not fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Come unto me. I'll give thee rest,<br /></span> +<span>Will wipe away each tear;<br /></span> +<span>Come lean thy head upon my breast;<br /></span> +<span>Dear child, thou need'st not fear."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NOVEMBER" id="NOVEMBER" />NOVEMBER</h2> + +<p><i>But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice.</i>—Psalm 5:11.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>November is so drear and chill<br /></span> +<span>Whilst making leafless branch and tree,<br /></span> +<span>Whilst sweeping over vale and hill<br /></span> +<span>With all her doleful minstrelsy.<br /></span> +<span>November wails the summer's death<br /></span> +<span>In such a melancholy voice,<br /></span> +<span>She has a withering, blighting breath;<br /></span> +<span>She does not bid the heart rejoice.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Yet why repine, thou stricken one?<br /></span> +<span>Grief is the common fate of all.<br /></span> +<span>This the refrain beneath the sun:<br /></span> +<span>Mortals must die, and leaves must fall.<br /></span> +<span>They'll live again, the leaves and flowers,<br /></span> +<span>When spring returns to bless the earth;<br /></span> +<span>They'll waken 'neath her sunny hours<br /></span> +<span>Through nature's touch to beauteous birth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Hope in decay and do not moan<br /></span> +<span>That God has taken one we love:<br /></span> +<span>Why should our hearts be turned to stone<br /></span> +<span>When he is safe in heaven above?<br /></span> +<span>Redeemed through Christ, who was his trust,<br /></span> +<span>With him in realms of joy on high;<br /></span> +<span>For though down here "'tis dust to dust,"<br /></span> +<span>The Christian lives beyond the sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Then in the autumn's woe rejoice,—<br /></span> +<span>Rejoice in calm, rejoice in storm;<br /></span> +<span>In either hear God's tender voice,<br /></span> +<span>For both his holy will perform.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_TRAVELERS" id="THE_TRAVELERS" />THE TRAVELERS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Away from the city, away from the crowd,<br /></span> +<span>Two comrades in sorrow traversed hill and dale;<br /></span> +<span>The gloom of their hearts did their faces enshroud,<br /></span> +<span>And clouds of distress only seemed to prevail.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Alone, as they thought; but a stranger unknown<br /></span> +<span>Inquired thus kindly the cause of their woe:<br /></span> +<span>"Of what are ye talking? Why are ye cast down,<br /></span> +<span>So burdened with care, as thus onward ye go?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Cleopas thus answered, "A stranger art thou<br /></span> +<span>In Jerusalem, not knowing the things happening there?"<br /></span> +<span>"What things?" asked the stranger, desiring now<br /></span> +<span>Their lips should disclose what had caused their despair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Of Jesus of Nazareth, one mighty in deed,<br /></span> +<span>A wonderful prophet; him have they slain.<br /></span> +<span>To Israel's redemption we hoped he would lead,<br /></span> +<span>But why should we hope if hope is in vain?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Some women who went to the sepulcher say<br /></span> +<span>That angels assured them he's living this hour,<br /></span> +<span>But they did not see him, and try as we may,<br /></span> +<span>It seems a false rumor of glory and power."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The stranger rebuked them ere he would teach<br /></span> +<span>What the prophets portray of Christ's sufferings here.<br /></span> +<span>Their souls were enlivened, but soon they would reach<br /></span> +<span>The village they sought, which too quickly drew near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The stranger seemed passing, but now they entreat,<br /></span> +<span>"Abide with us here; the day is far spent";<br /></span> +<span>They could not forego yet such fellowship sweet,<br /></span> +<span>And he entered in with them whither they went.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>When supper was ready, they sat up to partake—<br /></span> +<span>They and the stranger, in whom they delight.<br /></span> +<span>He blessed, as his custom, the bread ere he brake;<br /></span> +<span>They knew it was Jesus! And he vanished from sight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Did not our hearts burn within us," now they exclaimed,<br /></span> +<span>"As he taught of himself what the prophets record?<br /></span> +<span>We've seen him, we've heard him, and he is the same:<br /></span> +<span>He is Israel's Messiah, our Savior and Lord!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>We are travelers here on the highway of time,<br /></span> +<span>But he will go with us if we seek him aright.<br /></span> +<span>His strength will support us as upward we climb;<br /></span> +<span>Through his blood we inherit immortality's light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DAYBREAK" id="DAYBREAK" />DAYBREAK</h2> + +<p><i>Until the day break, and the shadows flee away.</i>—Song of Solomon +4:6.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Gleaming softly, silvery-faint,<br /></span> +<span>Heralded by chanticleer,<br /></span> +<span>Merging from night's shadowy taint,<br /></span> +<span>New day of the passing year!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Born to bless or born to blight,<br /></span> +<span>Born for you and born for me,<br /></span> +<span>Leaving, ere it take its flight,<br /></span> +<span>Impress on eternity!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>'Tis a gift from God's own hand.<br /></span> +<span>On its pure unsullied page<br /></span> +<span>Let us write at his command<br /></span> +<span>What will bless our pilgrimage.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>True repentance giveth joy<br /></span> +<span>To the angels in the sky.<br /></span> +<span>What could be more blest employ<br /></span> +<span>Than to cheer the choirs on high?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Deeds of patience, deeds of love,<br /></span> +<span>Banishing all hate and guile—<br /></span> +<span>These will steer toward heaven above,<br /></span> +<span>These will make the angels smile.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>May this child of time unite<br /></span> +<span>Earth and heaven in blest accord,<br /></span> +<span>Heathen nations see the light<br /></span> +<span>From the cross of Christ our Lord.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Coming is the glad daybreak,<br /></span> +<span>The prophetic jubilee;<br /></span> +<span>Sin will then all hearts forsake,<br /></span> +<span>Then will all the shadows flee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="GONE" id="GONE" />GONE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Upon time's surging, billowy sea<br /></span> +<span>A ship now slowly disappears,<br /></span> +<span>With freight no human eye can see,<br /></span> +<span>But weighing just one hundred years.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Their sighs, their tears, their weary moans,<br /></span> +<span>Their joy and pleasure, pomp and pride,<br /></span> +<span>Their angry and their gentle tones,<br /></span> +<span>Beneath its waves forever hide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Yes, sunk within oblivion's waves,<br /></span> +<span>They'll partly live in memory;<br /></span> +<span>To youth, who will their secrets crave,<br /></span> +<span>Mostly exist in history.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ah, what a truth steps in this strain—<br /></span> +<span>They are not lost within time's sea;<br /></span> +<span>Their words and actions live again,<br /></span> +<span>And blight or light eternity!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>A new ship comes within our view,<br /></span> +<span>Laden with dreams both sad and blest;<br /></span> +<span>To youth they're tinged with roseate hue;<br /></span> +<span>To weary ones bring longed-for rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And still the stream of life flows on,<br /></span> +<span>Laughing beneath the century new.<br /></span> +<span>God's promise gilds the horizon;<br /></span> +<span>Mercy shall reign; his word is true.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="AWAKE" id="AWAKE" />AWAKE!</h2> + +<p><i>All my ways are before thee.</i>—Psalm 119:168.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Awake, O soul, awake!<br /></span> +<span>Enter thy cell of thought,<br /></span> +<span>And there in calmness meditate<br /></span> +<span>On what God's word has taught.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>There's nought within thy scope,<br /></span> +<span>No influence thou hast sown,<br /></span> +<span>No gloomy doubt, no joyful hope,<br /></span> +<span>But unto him are known.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Awake! but grovel not<br /></span> +<span>In ashes of despair,<br /></span> +<span>Christ's precious blood can cleanse each spot;<br /></span> +<span>Cast on him every care.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Before him are thy ways,<br /></span> +<span>But in his mercy free<br /></span> +<span>He further yet his love displays,<br /></span> +<span>And intercedes for thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Awake to holy fear<br /></span> +<span>And praise thy God on high;<br /></span> +<span>Be it thy joy to praise him here<br /></span> +<span>And praise him in the sky.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ABIDE_WITH_USquot" id="ABIDE_WITH_USquot" />"ABIDE WITH US"</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Abide with us!" Where could we go?<br /></span> +<span>Thou art our strength, thou art our tower,<br /></span> +<span>Our refuge from the ills below,<br /></span> +<span>In darkness light, in weakness power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Abide with us!" We would prevail,<br /></span> +<span>And plead that thou be ever near<br /></span> +<span>To banish doubts when they assail,<br /></span> +<span>And give deliverance from fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Abide with us" in words of love,<br /></span> +<span>For thou dost say, "Come unto me."<br /></span> +<span>Oh, guide us to thy home above<br /></span> +<span>To dwell in joy and peace with thee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="O_BETHLEHEM" id="O_BETHLEHEM" />O BETHLEHEM!</h2> + +<p>"For he is our peace."</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>O Bethlehem, where Christ was born<br /></span> +<span>And angels watched him where he lay,<br /></span> +<span>When cradled on that holy morn<br /></span> +<span>That ushered in earth's promised day!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>O Bethlehem, it was thy star<br /></span> +<span>Which guided o'er the deserts wild<br /></span> +<span>Those who had journeyed from afar<br /></span> +<span>To gaze upon the sinless child!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>O Bethlehem, 'twas thine to see<br /></span> +<span>God's choir announce the Saviour's birth,<br /></span> +<span>And hear those waves of melody<br /></span> +<span>Chant peace and good will to the earth!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>O Bethlehem, 'twas thine to weep<br /></span> +<span>With Rachel o'er the crimson woe<br /></span> +<span>When cruel hands did vainly seek<br /></span> +<span>To quench heaven's radiance below!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>O Bethlehem, we hear thy call<br /></span> +<span>To joy and bliss, and would not cease<br /></span> +<span>To praise him who has died for all<br /></span> +<span>Who will accept his blood-bought peace!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="RING_THE_BELLS" id="RING_THE_BELLS" />RING THE BELLS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ring out the bells of heaven!<br /></span> +<span>Obey the great command,<br /></span> +<span>That all may hear their melody<br /></span> +<span>On mountain, sea, and land,<br /></span> +<span>The chimes of glory sounding,<br /></span> +<span>Ascending to the sky;<br /></span> +<span>Jesus our Savior reigneth<br /></span> +<span>Forever more on high.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ring how he bore our trials<br /></span> +<span>And sorrows here below;<br /></span> +<span>Of his lamb-like, sinless nature,<br /></span> +<span>Purer than falling snow;<br /></span> +<span>How he gave his life to banish<br /></span> +<span>The clouds of midnight gloom<br /></span> +<span>That brooded o'er creation<br /></span> +<span>And o'er the dreary tomb.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ring of the well of Sichar<br /></span> +<span>And the everlasting tide,<br /></span> +<span>With which its sparkling waters<br /></span> +<span>His imagery supplied.<br /></span> +<span>Ring of his mighty power<br /></span> +<span>To comfort and to heal,<br /></span> +<span>His gentleness and sympathy<br /></span> +<span>In either woe or weal.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ring of his blood that speaketh<br /></span> +<span>Than Abel's, better things,<br /></span> +<span>And to the guilty conscience<br /></span> +<span>Sweet peace and pardon brings.<br /></span> +<span>Ring how he burst death's fetters<br /></span> +<span>In rising from the grave,<br /></span> +<span>And from its lasting bondage<br /></span> +<span>Will all his people save.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ring how he intercedeth<br /></span> +<span>And ever lives above<br /></span> +<span>For all who trust and serve him,<br /></span> +<span>Rejoicing in his love;<br /></span> +<span>Of the many mansions he's prepared<br /></span> +<span>Of everlasting rest,<br /></span> +<span>Whose joys no tongue can utter<br /></span> +<span>Nor tell how glad and blest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Awake, then, to your duty,<br /></span> +<span>O church of Christ, awake!<br /></span> +<span>Behold the beauty of their feet<br /></span> +<span>Who the glad tidings take!<br /></span> +<span>Reach out and ring the bells of heaven;<br /></span> +<span>Blest be the hands that give<br /></span> +<span>The truth, that all who listen<br /></span> +<span>May hope and joy and live!<br /></span> +<span>Ah, 'tis a wondrous story!<br /></span> +<span>Good news to all the world!<br /></span> +<span>The gospel means glad tidings<br /></span> +<span>Wherever 'tis unfurled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Great God, impart thy Spirit<br /></span> +<span>That all who love their Lord<br /></span> +<span>May see in life a flitting hour<br /></span> +<span>To obey and speak his word.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_DESERT_SPRING" id="THE_DESERT_SPRING" />THE DESERT SPRING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay;<br /></span> +<span>Cast out this bond maid with her mocking child,<br /></span> +<span>For they cannot be heirs with thine and mine."<br /></span> +<span>Abraham was sad, for he had prayed, "O God,<br /></span> +<span>That Ishmael may dwell within thy sight!"<br /></span> +<span>And now the message came to him, "Fear not!<br /></span> +<span>In all that Sarah says list to her voice.<br /></span> +<span>In Isaac shall thy seed be called. Also<br /></span> +<span>I'll make of Hagar's son a nation great,<br /></span> +<span>Because he sprang from thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Then Abraham rose<br /></span> +<span>At early dawn, and lading Egypt's child<br /></span> +<span>With water and with bread, sent her grief-worn<br /></span> +<span>With Ishmael to wander lone within<br /></span> +<span>Beersheba's wilderness. While yet the air<br /></span> +<span>Was cool, and nature locked in the embrace<br /></span> +<span>Of morn, likely the child was blithe and gay,<br /></span> +<span>Unheeding the sad face and drooping form<br /></span> +<span>Of her who doubtless turned from childhood's tents<br /></span> +<span>In tears of woe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Thrilled with his Arab blood<br /></span> +<span>He raced along; and thus to fancy's ear<br /></span> +<span>He prattled on: "O mother, do not weep!<br /></span> +<span>The Princess Sarah cannot chide us now.<br /></span> +<span>We're free! I love the wilderness! I love<br /></span> +<span>The earth and sky! Look at those birds,<br /></span> +<span>Far as the fleecy clouds! And here<br /></span> +<span>Are flowers with which to wreathe my bow.<br /></span> +<span>With it I'll bring thee deer and fowl to dress,<br /></span> +<span>When by and by we reach a babbling stream<br /></span> +<span>Where we may safely dwell."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">On, still on,<br /></span> +<span>Through arid plains, with blistering feet,<br /></span> +<span>Beneath a burning sky, they toil along.<br /></span> +<span>The lad no longer talks of birds and flowers,<br /></span> +<span>But begs for water—water just to cool<br /></span> +<span>His parching throat; and likely 'twas that when<br /></span> +<span>Noon's shadows mirrored the encircling hills,<br /></span> +<span>He saw the empty flask, and must at last<br /></span> +<span>Have fainted on the scorching sand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">We read<br /></span> +<span>That Hagar cast him 'neath a shrub, and then,<br /></span> +<span>Withdrawing quite a space, she prayed, "O God,<br /></span> +<span>Let me not see his death!" and so sank down<br /></span> +<span>Upon the ground to watch him where he lay,<br /></span> +<span>And wept such tears as touched the world on high<br /></span> +<span>With sympathy divine. God heard the lad,<br /></span> +<span>And from his radiant home an angel spake:<br /></span> +<span>"What aileth thee, O Hagar? Rise and take<br /></span> +<span>The lad, and stand him on his feet. I'll make<br /></span> +<span>Of him a nation great." Her eyes were opened;<br /></span> +<span>And she saw a well, from which with joyful haste<br /></span> +<span>She filled her flask and gave the weakling lad<br /></span> +<span>A draught which gave him back to health<br /></span> +<span>And life again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Water!—a type of Christ,<br /></span> +<span>God's son, that whosoever will may drink<br /></span> +<span>That everflowing stream of love and live<br /></span> +<span>Eternally! The angel's prophecy foretold<br /></span> +<span>Those countless hordes, those tented caravans,<br /></span> +<span>Whose graceful steeds have plied through centuries past<br /></span> +<span>Those barren, trackless wastes; some of the men<br /></span> +<span>Who, Egypt-bound with spicery and balm,<br /></span> +<span>Halted beside the lonely pit, and bartered there<br /></span> +<span>For that young lad whose coat dyed in the blood<br /></span> +<span>Of kids, made Jacob with wild agony exclaim,<br /></span> +<span>"This is my Joseph's coat! He has, no doubt,<br /></span> +<span>Been rent in twain by beasts!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">The wanderers soon<br /></span> +<span>Lay down to rest, 'neath starry skies to wait<br /></span> +<span>Another dawn, and on the mother's face<br /></span> +<span>There must have been a light of joy divine;<br /></span> +<span>For had she not held intercourse with Heaven?<br /></span> +<span>Were not its guardian bands around them then<br /></span> +<span>In desert weird and wild?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Ye weary souls,<br /></span> +<span>Tired travelers on the sands of time,<br /></span> +<span>Trust God and look to him for strength!<br /></span> +<span>The angel of his word speaks faith and peace,<br /></span> +<span>And presses to the thirsting lip the cup<br /></span> +<span>Of immortality!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MUSINGS" id="MUSINGS" />MUSINGS</h2> + +<p>"Childhood and youth are vanity."</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Often o'er life's pathway straying<br /></span> +<span>Come sweet strains of long ago,<br /></span> +<span>To the chords of memory playing<br /></span> +<span>Music sweet and music low.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>When upon the gray rock musing<br /></span> +<span>'Neath the tree by childhood's home,<br /></span> +<span>In the wild bird's note so soothing<br /></span> +<span>Tenderly these strains will come.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Gazing on the deep fringed mountain,<br /></span> +<span>Distance robing it in blue,<br /></span> +<span>Quaffing the familiar fountain,<br /></span> +<span>Each repeats the story too.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Wandering by the streamlet flowing<br /></span> +<span>Where we played in hours of glee,<br /></span> +<span>Hear its murmurs coming, going,<br /></span> +<span>Tell of joys that used to be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Wandering in the leafy wildwood<br /></span> +<span>Sometimes in our leisure hours,<br /></span> +<span>In the sunny days of childhood<br /></span> +<span>How much fairer seemed its flowers!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Watching from the hill the sunset<br /></span> +<span>'Neath the spreading chestnut tree,<br /></span> +<span>Youthful dreams and visions come yet<br /></span> +<span>Through the years so magically.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Yet how vain these memories olden<br /></span> +<span>If they do not teach the truth<br /></span> +<span>That within the city golden<br /></span> +<span>Only, dwells perpetual youth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BARTIMAEUS" id="BARTIMAEUS" />BARTIMÆUS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"What means this throng?" a blind man said,<br /></span> +<span>Whilst begging by the highway side;<br /></span> +<span>Begging and blind, and lacking bread,<br /></span> +<span>His ears discern the living tide.<br /></span> +<span>"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by,"<br /></span> +<span>Was answered. Had he heard aright?<br /></span> +<span>Oh, was the heavenly healer nigh,<br /></span> +<span>He who could give the blind their sight?<br /></span> +<span>"Jesus, have mercy!" lo, he cried,<br /></span> +<span>"Oh, son of David, pity me!"<br /></span> +<span>And when the jeering crowd deride,<br /></span> +<span>His accents form a clearer plea.<br /></span> +<span>Jesus stood still. A kindly voice<br /></span> +<span>Bade him good cheer—"He calleth thee."<br /></span> +<span>Thus must his lonely heart rejoice,<br /></span> +<span>"He thinks of me; yes, even me!"<br /></span> +<span>Bartimæus found the Living Light<br /></span> +<span>Who asked and granted his request.<br /></span> +<span>His blinded eyes received their sight;<br /></span> +<span>With joy he followed with the rest.<br /></span> +<span>How oft when Jesus passes by,<br /></span> +<span>The heart-blind hear but don't perceive,<br /></span> +<span>Else how they would for mercy cry<br /></span> +<span>Ere Christ their Lord should take his leave!<br /></span> +<span>Like him of whom this story's told<br /></span> +<span>They'd pray, "Lord Jesus, pity me!"<br /></span> +<span>And find his power and love could fold<br /></span> +<span>Them here and in eternity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ZACCHAEUS" id="ZACCHAEUS" />ZACCHÆUS</h2> + +<p><i>Jesus entered and passed through Jericho.</i>—Luke 19:1-10.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>City of palms! whose ancient name<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Suggests a line of scarlet hue,<br /></span> +<span>Type of thy glorious Guest who came<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And passed with crowds thy borders through,<br /></span> +<span>Did aught foretell that on that day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Lord of life would favor thee,<br /></span> +<span>And centuries ring the novel way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A soul was made both glad and free?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Zacchæus knew that through thy gates<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came One he oft had longed to see;<br /></span> +<span>Alas! how adverse were the fates—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So dense the throng, so small was he!<br /></span> +<span>Considering, he ran before<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And climbed into a wayside tree,<br /></span> +<span>And ever since the sycamore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is blended with his history.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>While peering eagerly below,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Above the tumult of the town<br /></span> +<span>That soothing voice to mortal woe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bade him to hasten quickly down.<br /></span> +<span>"Come," Jesus said, "I must abide<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tarry at thy house with thee."<br /></span> +<span>Zacchæus the honor swift applied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And entertained him joyfully.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The people frowned that Christ should dine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a rich sinner publican,<br /></span> +<span>Nor knew his act of grace would shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A star of hope, to fallen man.<br /></span> +<span>Zacchæus assured his royal guest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Lord, half my goods I give the poor;<br /></span> +<span>And if I falsely have opprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fourfold I unto men restore."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>His listener reads the human heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all its thoughts unerringly;<br /></span> +<span>Alone such wisdom can impart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And judge of its sincerity.<br /></span> +<span>Jesus received this sin-sick soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Salvation to his house was given;<br /></span> +<span>And while time's cycles onward roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His faith and works will point toward heaven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"I came," the Lord of glory said<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(Nor did he count the pain and cost),<br /></span> +<span>"To feed the hungry soul with bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To seek and save that which was lost."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="APRIL" id="APRIL" />APRIL</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>When April weeps, she wakes the flowers<br /></span> +<span>That slept the winter through.<br /></span> +<span>Oh, did they dream those frosty hours<br /></span> +<span>That she would be untrue<br /></span> +<span>And not awaken them in time<br /></span> +<span>To smile their smiles of love,<br /></span> +<span>To hear the robin's merry chime,<br /></span> +<span>And gentle cooing dove?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And when they feel their mother's tears<br /></span> +<span>So gently o'er them weep,<br /></span> +<span>Will they tell her of their simple fears<br /></span> +<span>And visions while asleep?<br /></span> +<span>And will they tell her that they dreamed,<br /></span> +<span>Beneath their sheets of snow,<br /></span> +<span>Such weary dreamings that it seemed<br /></span> +<span>The winter ne'er would go?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They'll soon be wide-awake and up,<br /></span> +<span>In dainty robes arrayed,<br /></span> +<span>Blue violet, gold buttercup,<br /></span> +<span>And quaker-lady staid.<br /></span> +<span>Wild eglantine and clustering thorn<br /></span> +<span>Will grace the byway lanes,<br /></span> +<span>Whilst woodland flowers the dells adorn<br /></span> +<span>And daisies cheer the plains.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>The rippling streamlet soon will be<br /></span> +<span>A crystal mirror bright<br /></span> +<span>For waving branch and mint and tree<br /></span> +<span>That nod in golden light<br /></span> +<span>Of summer sunbeams glad'ning rays<br /></span> +<span>Filling the heart with love,<br /></span> +<span>While nature and earth, uniting, praise<br /></span> +<span>The God who reigns above.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>In lowly spots will lilies spring<br /></span> +<span>And scent the summer breeze,<br /></span> +<span>And on the earth there'll be no king<br /></span> +<span>Arrayed like one of these.<br /></span> +<span>So weeping April's tears will bring<br /></span> +<span>Her children from the tomb,<br /></span> +<span>Will dress the earth in robes of spring,<br /></span> +<span>Brightened by fragrant bloom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BETHLEHEM" id="BETHLEHEM" />BETHLEHEM</h2> + +<p><i>Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea.</i>—Matthew 2:1.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Bethlehem, where Christ was born,<br /></span> +<span>Bethlehem, the Christian's star!<br /></span> +<span>Bethlehem's prophetic morn<br /></span> +<span>Echoed ages from afar.<br /></span> +<span>Where the shepherds heard the song<br /></span> +<span>Heralding the holy birth,<br /></span> +<span>Tidings that would right the wrong,<br /></span> +<span>News of joy from heaven to earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>This the song the angels sang:<br /></span> +<span>"Peace on earth, good will to men."<br /></span> +<span>Glory in the highest rang,<br /></span> +<span>Glory now and glory then.<br /></span> +<span>Christ, the king of earth and heaven,<br /></span> +<span>Gave himself to cleanse our sin;<br /></span> +<span>Through his blood we are forgiven<br /></span> +<span>And eternal life may win.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Come to him with every woe;<br /></span> +<span>He has said, "Come unto me."<br /></span> +<span>Better refuge none can know<br /></span> +<span>Whither to safely, gladly flee.<br /></span> +<span>Well may hallelujahs ring<br /></span> +<span>O'er God's gift from heaven above;<br /></span> +<span>Yet, although the angels sing,<br /></span> +<span>Angels cannot tell his love.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NATURES_LESSON" id="NATURES_LESSON" />NATURE'S LESSON</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>We traveled by a mountain's edge,<br /></span> +<span>It was September calm and bright,<br /></span> +<span>Nature had decked its rocky ledge<br /></span> +<span>With flowers of varied hue and height.<br /></span> +<span>It seemed a miracle that they<br /></span> +<span>Should flourish in that meager soil,<br /></span> +<span>As noble spirits oftenest may<br /></span> +<span>Gleam forth through poverty and toil.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Below were rippling, sparkling streams<br /></span> +<span>Through meadows kissed by shadowy hills,<br /></span> +<span>Reflecting autumn's peaceful dreams<br /></span> +<span>Within those swift, translucent rills.<br /></span> +<span>This lesson should these scenes impart<br /></span> +<span>As on the road of life we go,<br /></span> +<span>To do our duty and take heart,<br /></span> +<span>As flowers bloom and streamlets flow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Perhaps in ages yet to be<br /></span> +<span>May flowers wave here e'en as today,<br /></span> +<span>These streams still rush in merry glee<br /></span> +<span>To cheer and charm who here may stray;<br /></span> +<span>But we upon Time's rapid tide<br /></span> +<span>Like morning mists will disappear;<br /></span> +<span>But if by faith to Christ allied,<br /></span> +<span>Heaven's glory is both sure and clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>We look from Nature to her God;<br /></span> +<span>We feel his presence from above;<br /></span> +<span>We know that when the earth he trod,<br /></span> +<span>He preached through her his wondrous love.<br /></span> +<span>What is there in our flitting years<br /></span> +<span>With this pure treasure can compare?<br /></span> +<span>His love can wipe away our tears,<br /></span> +<span>His love can lighten every care.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MIGRATORY_SWANS" id="THE_MIGRATORY_SWANS" />THE MIGRATORY SWANS</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>A necklace in the depth of blue<br /></span> +<span>Of scintillating, silvery pearls,<br /></span> +<span>Which peering eagerly we view<br /></span> +<span>As gracefully it curves and whirls,<br /></span> +<span>Safely and swiftly, far away<br /></span> +<span>They seek the groves of date and lime;<br /></span> +<span>Naught can arrest and naught dismay<br /></span> +<span>From heights so lofty and sublime.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>In dreams alone their wintry home<br /></span> +<span>Can haunt them with its ice and snow;<br /></span> +<span>Mingled with visions as they come<br /></span> +<span>Of shimmering waves where lilies grow<br /></span> +<span>And open lakes are fresh and clear,<br /></span> +<span>Fit mirror for a plumaged breast,<br /></span> +<span>Shaded by moss-grown trees. 'Tis here<br /></span> +<span>They'll dip and dive in gleeful rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Vanished! and vainly do we try<br /></span> +<span>To trace upon the distant air<br /></span> +<span>That scroll which written on the sky<br /></span> +<span>Told of the hand which led them there.<br /></span> +<span>Could we upon our heavenward way<br /></span> +<span>From tempting snares as far remove<br /></span> +<span>And be as disenthralled as they,<br /></span> +<span>We'd plainer show a guiding love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>We skim too closely to the earth,<br /></span> +<span>We press too slowly for the prize,<br /></span> +<span>Let thoughts and cares of trivial worth<br /></span> +<span>Retard our journey to the skies.<br /></span> +<span>Oh, let us watch and pray to have<br /></span> +<span>A loftier flight from transient things,<br /></span> +<span>Inspired like swans at last to lave<br /></span> +<span>In streams of bliss our wearied wings!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MINISTERING_WOMEN" id="MINISTERING_WOMEN" />MINISTERING WOMEN</h2> + +<p><i>And Joanna, the wife of Chuza, Herod's steward, and Susanna and many +others who ministered unto him of their substance.</i>—Luke 8:3. Mark +14:3-9. John 12:3-8. Matthew 26:6-13. Luke 7:37-50. John 11:3.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Those women who their Christ and Lord<br /></span> +<span>Aided by gentle ministry,<br /></span> +<span>Have gained their race a rich reward,<br /></span> +<span>Treasured in sacred history.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Joanna is unknown at court,<br /></span> +<span>Although entitled to be there;<br /></span> +<span>The record of her life's report<br /></span> +<span>In fadeless glory has its share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Susanna's name is intertwined,<br /></span> +<span>A gem as sparkling and as clear<br /></span> +<span>As those with which it is enshrined;<br /></span> +<span>And this is all we know of her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And those whose names have not been given<br /></span> +<span>Are now in realms of light and love,<br /></span> +<span>Praising him mid the choirs of heaven,<br /></span> +<span>Crowned with his joy and peace and love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Mary of Magdala was brought<br /></span> +<span>From mysteries strange and dark and drear<br /></span> +<span>To heights with joy and gladness fraught;<br /></span> +<span>She radiates a luster clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Those chimes from Bethany will ring<br /></span> +<span>With power that will not, cannot die;<br /></span> +<span>Martha's and Mary's names will sing<br /></span> +<span>Long as the flitting centuries fly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>That spikenard, which 'twas wholly meet<br /></span> +<span>Mary should pour upon his head,<br /></span> +<span>Has filled with fragrance rare and sweet<br /></span> +<span>Succeeding ages as they've fled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>And when a critic standing near<br /></span> +<span>Censured her act, misunderstood,<br /></span> +<span>Christ spoke so that the world might hear;<br /></span> +<span>He said, "She hath done what she could."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>This her memorial while the sun<br /></span> +<span>Traverses the blue dome of heaven,<br /></span> +<span>Fulfilling while time's cycles run<br /></span> +<span>Christ's prophecy which then was given.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Unto the end these faithful few,<br /></span> +<span>Regardless of all pain and loss,<br /></span> +<span>Did what their hearts and hands could do,<br /></span> +<span>Though bowed with wonder at the cross.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Such love they could not understand,<br /></span> +<span>Such love unto his latest breath;<br /></span> +<span>That love had our redemption planned<br /></span> +<span>Both in his life and in his death.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They haunt the tomb in which he lay,<br /></span> +<span>Grief-stricken, desolate, and lone;<br /></span> +<span>But Magdalene at break of day<br /></span> +<span>Found that her precious charge was gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Two angels said, "Why weepest thou?"<br /></span> +<span>The angels knew ere they inquired.<br /></span> +<span>They knew her heart could triumph now,<br /></span> +<span>These sinless ones by love inspired.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>She, weeping, told her loss and woe,<br /></span> +<span>Then answered thus a questioner near:<br /></span> +<span>"Sir, if thou dost his refuge know,<br /></span> +<span>Tell me. I seek him vainly here."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Mary!" She listened to her name<br /></span> +<span>Uttered by Christ, her risen Lord.<br /></span> +<span>"Master?" her trembling lips exclaim,<br /></span> +<span>Then wondered, worshipped, and adored.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Her joy is ours! Oh, may we see<br /></span> +<span>That joy more plainly every day!<br /></span> +<span>Christ lives and loves eternally,—<br /></span> +<span>Swift feet such tidings should convey.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Eternal life and heavenly rest<br /></span> +<span>He purchased by death's agony,<br /></span> +<span>That whosoever will be blest<br /></span> +<span>With glorious immortality.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>May we our sisters of the past<br /></span> +<span>In life and character revere,<br /></span> +<span>Like them be faithful to the last,<br /></span> +<span>Like them be loving and sincere.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>First must the gospel plan of love<br /></span> +<span>To every land and tribe be given,<br /></span> +<span>Ere He'll return who from above<br /></span> +<span>Is God's best gift to earth from heaven.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THAT_JEWISH_LAD" id="THAT_JEWISH_LAD" />THAT JEWISH LAD</h2> + +<p><i>There is a lad here which hath five barley loaves, and two small +fishes.</i>—John 6:9.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>He must have been a thoughtful youth,<br /></span> +<span>His name the record has not given,<br /></span> +<span>But if his heart imbibed the truth,<br /></span> +<span>'Tis written in the books of heaven.<br /></span> +<span>A cipher in the multitude,<br /></span> +<span>He followed with his meager store,<br /></span> +<span>And far from his perception crude<br /></span> +<span>The miracle that made it more.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>With loaves and fishes few, this lad<br /></span> +<span>By power and aid of one divine<br /></span> +<span>Has made the hungry thousands glad<br /></span> +<span>And God's providing power to shine.<br /></span> +<span>When at the midweek hour of prayer<br /></span> +<span>Ye faithful mourn your number few,<br /></span> +<span>Pray He who fed that throng be there<br /></span> +<span>Your faith and vigor to renew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>He will your meek petitions hear<br /></span> +<span>Which, like those loaves and fishes small,<br /></span> +<span>Will cause his glory to appear<br /></span> +<span>In showers of blessing that will fall.<br /></span> +<span>The centuries are sweeping by,<br /></span> +<span>Bearing their millions gay and sad,<br /></span> +<span>And wafting those to realms on high<br /></span> +<span>Who follow with that Jewish lad.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="IN_SINCERITY" id="IN_SINCERITY" />IN SINCERITY</h2> + +<p><i>Grace be with them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in +sincerity.</i>—Ephesians 6:24.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Thou saddened one whose longing eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seek quickening thoughts to glean,<br /></span> +<span>Whose views of Christ, the Heavenly prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Clouds often veer between,<br /></span> +<span>That rapture which may be expressed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By others constantly<br /></span> +<span>Is not thine own; in truth confessed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where is the mystery?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Ask now these questions of thy soul:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart, is it sincere?<br /></span> +<span>Do I his holy name extol,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And is He truly dear?<br /></span> +<span>Like Peter can I, too, record<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And urge his earnest plea,<br /></span> +<span>"Thou knowest all things, gracious Lord;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou knowest I love Thee"?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>There is no music like his voice:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To this can'st thou attest?<br /></span> +<span>No message makes thee so rejoice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As "Come to me and rest"?<br /></span> +<span>If there's been left within thine heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By word or deed a thorn,<br /></span> +<span>Can prayer extract the cruel dart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And heal it ere the morn?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Does prayer cast out disquietude<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every bitter thought;<br /></span> +<span>All hate and enmity exclude<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By Love with patience fraught?<br /></span> +<span>Or, if perchance there may be found<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A hurt that festers still,<br /></span> +<span>Is this the balm that soothes the wound—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"'Twas needed; 'tis God's will"?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Is there a saint, however poor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">However lowly born,<br /></span> +<span>That earthly treasure could allure<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thee to mistreat or scorn?<br /></span> +<span>These queries, are they answered well?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then press with joy toward Heaven,<br /></span> +<span>Filled with that peace tongue cannot tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sense of sin forgiven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>Accept your Saviour's proffered rest!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Behold! there's grace for thee;<br /></span> +<span>All those who love Him now are blest,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love in sincerity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THEYRE_COMING" id="THEYRE_COMING" />THEY'RE COMING!</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>They're coming! And it seems so long<br /></span> +<span>Since sadly autumn laid them low.<br /></span> +<span>They left us with the robin's song,<br /></span> +<span>They left us to the ice and snow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They're coming! So the March wind saith.<br /></span> +<span>Though singing songs with icy breath,<br /></span> +<span>He's chanting of another May,<br /></span> +<span>He's chanting of King Winter's death.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They're coming! 'Neath the forest's mold,<br /></span> +<span>In mossy beds of ferny soil,<br /></span> +<span>Slowly their tiny robes unfold,<br /></span> +<span>Yet do they neither spin nor toil.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They're coming! With their influence pure,<br /></span> +<span>Their emblematic power again<br /></span> +<span>Of him who would our steps allure<br /></span> +<span>To realms of love, devoid of pain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>They're coming! With the summer's breeze,<br /></span> +<span>With azure skies and sunny showers,<br /></span> +<span>With notes of birds and hum of bees—<br /></span> +<span>Who will not welcome back the flowers?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mountain Spring And Other Poems +by Nannie R. 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