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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 <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul</p> +<p>Author: Various</p> +<p>Editor: James Mudge</p> +<p>Release Date: April 22, 2009 [eBook #28591]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS WITH POWER TO STRENGTHEN THE SOUL***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by<br /> + Suzanne Lybarger, Brian Janes, Pilar Somoza Fernandez,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<div class="note"> +<p class="noind">Transcriber's note:</p> +<p class="noind">Spelling mistakes have been left in the text to +match the original, except for obvious typographical errors, marked +<ins class="correction" title="text reads 'llike this'">like this</ins>.</p> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1 class="gap">POEMS WITH POWER</h1> +<h5>TO</h5> +<h1>STRENGTHEN THE SOUL</h1> + + +<h5 class="biggap">COMPILED AND EDITED BY</h5> +<h3>JAMES MUDGE</h3> + + +<h4 class="biggap">REVISED AND ENLARGED EDITION</h4> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;"> +<img class="biggap" src="images/mark.jpg" width="100" height="122" alt="Printer's mark" title="Printer's mark" /> +</div> + + +<h4 class="biggap">THE ABINGDON PRESS</h4> +<p class="center noind">NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO</p> + + +<hr/> + +<p class="center noind biggap">Copyright, 1907, 1909, by<br/> +EATON & MAINS</p> + + +<p class="center noind biggap sfont">Printed in the United States of America</p> + +<p class="center gap noind sfont">First Edition Printed November, 1907<br/> +Second Printing, March, 1909<br/> +Third Printing, October, 1911<br/> +Fourth Printing, July, 1915<br/> +Fifth Printing, May, 1919<br/> +Sixth Printing, January, 1922<br/> +Seventh Printing, April, 1925<br/> +Eighth Printing, March, 1928<br/> +Ninth Printing, October, 1930<br/> +Tenth Printing, September, 1934</p> + + +<hr/> + +<p class="dedic">TO ALL</p> +<p class="dedic">WHO ARE AT THE SAME TIME</p> +<p class="dedic">LOVERS OF GOOD POETRY AND LOVERS OF GOOD CHARACTER,</p> +<p class="dedic">DEVOTED TO GOD AND THEIR FELLOW-MEN, AS WELL AS TO</p> +<p class="dedic">LITERATURE, THE COMPILER, WHO CLAIMS A LITTLE</p> +<p class="dedic">PLACE IN THIS LARGE COMPANY,</p> +<p class="dedic">DEDICATES THE RESULT OF HIS PLEASANT LABORS</p> + + +<hr/> + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td> </td><td class="tnum">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td>PREFACE</td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_vii">vii</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>SUBJECTS:</td><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">HEROISM—<span class="smcap">Chivalry, Nobility, Honor, Truth</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">COURAGE—<span class="smcap">Constancy, Confidence, Strength, Valor</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">INDEPENDENCE—<span class="smcap">Manhood, Firmness, Earnestness, Resolution</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">GREATNESS—<span class="smcap">Fame, Success, Progress, Victory</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">DUTY—<span class="smcap">Loyalty, Faithfulness, Conscience, Zeal</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">SERVICE—<span class="smcap">Usefulness, Benevolence, Labor</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">BROTHERHOOD—<span class="smcap">Charity, Sympathy, Example, Influence</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">CONSECRATION—<span class="smcap">Submission, Devotion, Purity</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">PEACE—<span class="smcap">Rest, Calm, Stillness</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">HUMILITY—<span class="smcap">Meekness, Weakness, Selflessness</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">CONTENTMENT—<span class="smcap">Resignation, Patience, Compensation</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">ASPIRATION—<span class="smcap">Desire, Supplication, Growth</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">PRAYER—<span class="smcap">Worship, Communion, Devotion</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">JOY—<span class="smcap">Praise, Cheerfulness, Happiness</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">AFFLICTION—<span class="smcap">Consolation, Trial, Endurance</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">LOVE—<span class="smcap">Divine Goodness, Unselfishness</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">HOPE—<span class="smcap">Progress, Optimism, Enthusiasm</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">FAITH—<span class="smcap">Assurance, Doubt, Unbelief</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">TRUST—<span class="smcap">Guidance, Safety, Gladness</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">GOD'S CARE—<span class="smcap">Providence, God's Knowledge and Beneficence</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">GOD'S WILL—<span class="smcap">Obedience, Divine Union</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">GOD'S PRESENCE—<span class="smcap">Possession, Satisfaction, Reflection</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">JESUS—<span class="smcap">His Preciousness, and Beauty, and Love</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">LIFE—<span class="smcap">Time, Opportunity, Experience, Character</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="ind">AGE AND DEATH—<span class="smcap">Maturity, Victory, Heaven</span></td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>APPENDIX—MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS</td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_278">278</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>INDEX TO AUTHORS</td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>INDEX TO TITLES</td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>INDEX TO FIRST LINES</td><td class="tnum"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">{vii}</a></span></p> + +<h2>PREFACE</h2> + + +<p>This is not like other collections of religious verse; still less is it +a hymnal. The present volume is directed to a very specific and wholly +practical end, the production of high personal character; and only those +poems which have an immediate bearing in this direction have been +admitted. We know of no other book published which has followed this +special line. There are fine hymnals, deservedly dear to the Church, but +they are necessarily devoted in large measure to institutional and +theological subjects, are adapted to the wants of the general +congregation and to purposes of song; while many poetical productions +that touch the heart the closest are for that very reason unsuited to +the hymnal. There are many anthologies and plentiful volumes of +religious poetry, but not one coming within our ken has been made up as +this has been. We have sought far and wide, through many libraries, +carefully conning hundreds of books and glancing through hundreds more, +to find just those lines which would have the most tonic and stimulating +effect in the direction of holier, nobler living. We have coveted verses +whose influence would be directly on daily life and would help to form +the very best habits of thought and conduct, which would have intrinsic +spiritual value and elevating power; those whose immediate tendency +would be to make people better, toughening their moral fibre and helping +them heavenward; those which they could hardly read attentively without +feeling an impulse toward the things which are pure and true and +honorable and lovely and of good report, things virtuous and +praiseworthy.</p> + +<p>It is surprising to one who has not made the search how very many poets +there are whose voluminous and popular works yield nothing, or scarcely +anything, of this sort. We have looked carefully through many scores of +volumes of poetry without finding a line that could be of the slightest +use in this collection. They were taken up altogether with other topics. +They contained many pretty conceits, pleasant descriptions, lovely or +lively narrations—these in abundance, but words that would send the +spirit heavenward, or even earthward with any added love for humanity, +not one. On the other hand, in papers and periodicals, even in books, +are great multitudes of verses, unexceptionable in sentiment and helpful +in influence, which bear so little of the true poetic afflatus, are so +careless in construction or so faulty in diction, so imperfect in rhyme +or rhythm, so much mingled with colloquialisms or so hopelessly +commonplace in thought, as to be unworthy of a permanent place in a book +like this. They would not bear reading many times. They would offend a +properly educated taste. They would not so capture the ear as to linger +on the memory with compelling persistence, nor strike the intellect as +an exceptional presentation of important truth. The combination of fine +form and deep or inspiring thought is by no means common, but, when +found, very precious. We will not claim that this has been secured in +all the poems here presented. Not all will approve our choice in all +respects. There is <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">{viii}</a></span>nothing in which tastes more differ than in matters +of this kind. And we will admit that in some cases we have let +in—because of the important truth which they so well voiced—stanzas +not fully up to the mark in point of poetic merit. Where it has not been +possible to get the two desirable things together, as it has not always, +we have been more solicitous for the sentiment that would benefit than +for mere prettiness or perfection of form. Helpfulness has been the test +oftener than a high literary standard. The labored workmanship of the +vessel has not weighed so much with us as its perfect fitness to convey +the water of life wherewith the thirsty soul of man has been or may be +refreshed. If poets are properly judged, as has been alleged, by the +frame of mind they induce, then some who have not gained great literary +fame may still hold up their heads and claim a worthy crown.</p> + +<p>Some poems fully within the scope of the book—like Longfellow's "Psalm +of Life"—have been omitted because of their exceeding commonness and +their accessibility. Many hymns of very high value—like "Jesus, Lover +of my soul," "My faith looks up to thee," "Nearer, my God, to thee," +"When all thy mercies, O my God," "How firm a foundation"—have also +been omitted because they are found in all the hymnals, and to include +them would unduly swell the size of the book. A few others, although +similarly familiar, like "Jesus, I my cross have taken," and "God moves +in a mysterious way," have been inserted from a feeling that even yet +their depth and richness are not properly appreciated and that they can +never be sufficiently pondered. A few poems we have been unable to +procure permission to use; but in nearly all cases we have met with most +generous treatment from both authors and publishers owning copyrights, +and we take this occasion to express our hearty thanks for the kindness +afforded in the following instances:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="neg">Houghton, Mifflin & Company, for the use of the poems and stanzas +here found from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, James Russell Lowell, +John Greenleaf Whittier, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oliver Wendell +Holmes, Edward Rowland Sill, Celia Thaxter, Caroline Atherton +Mason, Edna Dean Proctor, Edmund Clarence Stedman, John Burroughs, +John Hay, William Dean Howells, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Lucy Larcom, +Margaret E. Sangster, Francis Bret Harte, James Freeman Clarke, +Samuel Longfellow, Samuel Johnson, Christopher Pearse Cranch, +Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps and John Vance +Cheney.</p> + +<p class="neg">Little, Brown & Company, for poems by Helen Hunt Jackson, Louise +Chandler Moulton, William Rounseville Alger, "Susan Coolidge" +[Sarah Chauncey Woolsey], and John White Chadwick.</p> + +<p class="neg">Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Company, for poems by Sam Walter Foss.</p> + +<p class="neg">D. Appleton & Company, for poems by William Cullen Bryant.</p> + +<p class="neg">T. Y. Crowell & Company, for poems by Sarah Knowles Bolton.</p> + +<p class="neg">Charles Scribner's Sons, for poems by Josiah Gilbert Holland.</p> + +<p class="neg">The Century Company, for poems by Richard Watson Gilder.</p> + +<p class="neg">The Bobbs-Merrill Company, for poems by James Whitcomb Riley.</p> + +<p class="neg">Harper & Brothers, for poems by Edward Sandford Martin.</p> + +<p class="neg">Small, Maynard & Co., for poems by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">{ix}</a></span></p> + +<p class="neg">The Rev. D. C. Knowles, for poems by Frederic Lawrence Knowles, +especially from "Love Triumphant," published by Dana, Estes & +Company.</p> + +<p class="neg">The Rev. Frederic Rowland Marvin, for poems from his "Flowers of +Song from Many Lands."</p> + +<p class="neg">Professor Amos R. Wells, for poems from his "Just to Help."</p> + +<p class="neg">Mr. Nixon Waterman, for poems from "In Merry Mood," published by +Forbes & Co., of Chicago. </p></div> + +<p>The selections from the above American authors are used by special +arrangements with the firms mentioned, who are the only authorized +publishers of their works. Many other poems used have been found in +papers or other places which gave no indication of the original source. +In spite of much effort to trace these things it is quite likely we have +failed in some cases to give due credit or obtain the usual permission; +and we hope that if such omissions, due to ignorance or inadvertence, +are noticed they will be pardoned. Many unknown writers have left behind +them some things of value, but their names have become detached from +them or perhaps never were appended. Many volumes consulted have been +long out of print.</p> + +<p>We are glad to record our large indebtedness to the custodians of the +Boston, Cambridge, Malden, Natick, Brookline, Jamaica Plain, Somerville, +and Newton Public Libraries, the Boston Athenæum, the Congregational +Library, the General Theological Library, and the Library of Harvard +College, for free access to their treasures.</p> + +<p>By far the greater part of the contents are from British and other +foreign authors, such as William Wordsworth, Alfred Tennyson, Robert +Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, Mrs. S. F. +Adams, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Mrs. Charles, Frances Ridley Havergal, +Anna Letitia Waring, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide Anne Procter, Mme. Guyon, +Theodore Monod, Matthew Arnold, Edwin Arnold, William Shakespeare, John +Milton, George Gordon Byron, Robert Burns, William Cowper, George +Herbert, Robert Herrick, Francis Quarles, Frederick W. Faber, John +Keble, Charles Kingsley, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison, John Gay, +Edward Young, Thomas Moore, John Newton, John Bunyan, H. Kirke White, +Horatius Bonar, James Montgomery, Charles Wesley, Richard Baxter, Norman +Macleod, George Heber, Richard Chenevix Trench, Henry Alford, Charles +Mackay, Gerald Massey, Alfred Austin, Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur +Hugh Clough, Henry Burton, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Hartley Coleridge, +Joseph Anstice, George Macdonald, Robert Leighton, John Henry Newman, +John Sterling, Edward H. Bickersteth, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and many +others. Of German authors there are not a few, including Johann W. von +Goethe, Johann C. F. Schiller, George A. Neumarck, Paul Gerhardt, +Benjamin Schmolke, S. C. Schoener, Scheffler, Karl Rudolf Hagenbach, S. +Rodigast, Novalis, Wolfgang C. Dessler, L. Gedicke, Martin Luther, and +Johann G. von Herder.</p> + +<p>The number of American poets drawn upon is small compared with this +list. It is the case in all such collections. According to an analysis +of the hymns contained in the most widely used American hymnals down to +1880 the average number of hymns of purely American origin was not quite +one in seven; the proportion would be a little larger now. And the +number of Methodist poets is almost <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">{x}</a></span>nil, in spite of the fact that the +compiler is a Methodist and the volume is issued from the official +Methodist Publishing House. But if we thought that this would be any +barrier to its wide circulation in Methodist homes we should be deeply +ashamed for our church. We are confident it will not be. For mere +denominational tenets do not at all enter into these great matters of +the soul's life. A book like this speaks loudly for the real oneness, +not only of all branches of the Christian Church, but of all religions, +in some respects. Not only do we find the various Protestant +denominations amply represented here; not only have we most inspiring +words from Roman Catholic writers like Francis Xavier, Madame Guyon, +Alexander Pope, John Henry Newman, Frederick W. Faber, and Adelaide Anne +Procter; but from Mohammedan sources, from Sufi saints of Persia, and +the Moslem devotees of Arabia, and even from Hinduism, there are +utterances of noblest truth which we cannot read without a kindling +heart. These are all brought together from the ends of the earth into a +delightful "upper chamber," where the warring discords of opinion cease +and an exceedingly precious peace prevails.</p> + +<p>It should be said, though it is perhaps hardly necessary, that this is +by no means a book to be read at a sitting. It furnishes very +concentrated nourishment. It can be taken with largest profit only a +little at a time, according as the mood demands and circumstances +appoint. There should be very much meditation mingled with the perusal, +an attempt to penetrate the deep meaning of the lines and have them +enter into the soul for practical benefit. Some of these hymns have +great histories: they are the war cries of combatants on hard-fought +battle fields; they are living words of deep experience pressed out of +the heart by strong feeling; they are the embodiment of visions caught +on some Pisgah's glowing top. Here will be found and furnished hope for +the faint-hearted, rest for the weary, courage for the trembling, cheer +for the despondent, power for the weak, comfort for the afflicted, +guidance in times of difficulty, wise counsel for moments of perplexity, +a stimulant to faithfulness, a cure for the blues, exhilaration, +jubilation. Everything of a depressing nature has been scrupulously +ruled out. The keynote, persistently followed through all the pages, is +optimistic, bright, buoyant. Trumpet calls and bugle notes are furnished +in abundance, but no dirges or elegies. Large space, it will be seen, is +given to such topics as Heroism, True Greatness, the Care and Presence +of God, the blessings of Brotherliness, the privilege of Service, the +path of Peace, the secret of Contentment, the mission of Prayer, the joy +of Jesus, the meaning of Life, the glory of Love, the promise of Faith, +the happy aspect of old Age and Death; for these subjects come very +close home to the heart, and are illustrated in daily experience. Anyone +who feels a special need in any of these directions is confidently +recommended to turn to the proper sections and read the selections.</p> + +<p>Very much that is here may easily and suitably be committed to memory, +that thus it may the more permanently penetrate into the inmost depth of +being. It may be used with most telling effect in sermons to give point +and pungency to the thought of the preacher. Alike in popular discourse +and public testimony or in private meditation these gems of sentiment +and thought will come into play with great advantage. The benefit which +may be derived from them can scarcely be overestimated. President Eliot, +of Harvard University, has said: <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">{xi}</a></span>"There are bits of poetry in my mind +learned in infancy that have stood by me in keeping me true to my ideas +of duty and life. Rather than lose these I would have missed all the +sermons I have ever heard." Many another can say substantially the same, +can trace his best deeds very largely to the influence of some little +stanza or couplet early stored away in his memory and coming ever +freshly to mind in after years as the embodiment of truest wisdom.</p> + +<p>We cannot guarantee in all cases the absolute correctness of the forms +of the poems given, though much pains have been taken to ensure +accuracy; but authors themselves make changes in their productions at +different times in different editions. Nor have we always been able to +trace the poem to its source. Slips and errors of various kinds can +hardly be avoided in such matters. Even so competent an editor as John +G. Whittier, in his "Songs of Three Centuries," ascribes "Love divine, +all love excelling" to that bitter Calvinist, Augustus M. Toplady, +giving it as the sole specimen of his verse; when it was really written +by the ardent Arminian, Charles Wesley, with whom Toplady was on +anything but friendly terms. If Whittier could make a blunder of this +magnitude we may be pardoned if possibly a keen-eyed critic spies +something in our book almost as grossly incorrect. In some cases we have +been obliged to change the titles of poems so as to avoid reduplication +in our index, or to adapt them the better to the small extract taken +from the much longer form in the original. In a few cases we have made +(indicated) alterations in poems to fit them more fully to the purpose +of the book.</p> + +<p>The volume will be found not only a readable one, we think, but also an +uncommonly useful one for presentation by those who would do good and +give gratification to their serious-minded friends with a taste for +religious poetry and a love for wandering in the "holy land of song." He +who would put before another the essential elements of religion would do +better to give him such a book as this than a treatise on theology. He +who would himself get a clear idea of what the religious life really is +will do better to pore over these pages than to dip into some +philosophical discussion. Here the best life is expressed rather than +analyzed, exhibited rather than explained. Mrs. Browning has well said, +"Plant a poet's word deep enough in any man's breast, looking presently +for offshoots, and you have done more for the man than if you dressed +him in a broadcloth coat and warmed his Sunday pottage at your fire." We +who, by preparing or circulating such volumes, aid the poets in finding +a larger circle to whom to give their message, may claim a part of the +blessing which comes to those who in any way aid humanity. George +Herbert has said,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"A verse may find him who a sermon flies,</div> +<div class="verse">And turn delight into a sacrifice."</div> +</div></div> + +<p>He himself most excellently illustrated the sentiment by bequeathing to +the world many beautiful verses that are sermons of the most picturesque +sort.</p> + +<p>One definition of poetry is "a record of the best thoughts and best +moments of the best and happiest minds." This in itself would almost be +sufficient to establish the connection between poetry and religion. It +is certain that the two have very close and vital relations. Dr. +Washington Gladden has admirably remarked, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">{xii}</a></span>"Poetry is indebted to +religion for its largest and loftiest inspirations, and religion is +indebted to poetry for its subtlest and most luminous interpretations." +No doubt a man may be truly, deeply religious who has little or no +development on the æsthetic side, to whom poetry makes no special +appeal. But it is certain that he whose soul is deaf to the "concord of +sweet sounds" misses a mighty aid in the spiritual life. For a hymn is a +wing by which the spirit soars above earthly cares and trials into a +purer air and a clearer sunshine. Nothing can better scatter the devils +of melancholy and gloom or doubt and fear. When praise and prayer, trust +and love, faith and hope, and similar sentiments, have passed into and +through some poet's passionate soul, until he has become so charged with +them that he has been able to fix them in a form of expression where +beauty is united to strength, where concentration and ornamentation are +alike secured, then the deepest needs of great numbers are fully met. +What was vague and dim is brought into light. What was only half +conceived, and so but half felt, is made to grip the soul with power. +Poetry is of the very highest value for the inspiration and guidance of +life, for calling out the emotions and opening up spiritual visions. It +carries truths not only into the understanding, but into the heart, +where they are likely to have the most direct effect on conduct.</p> + +<p>In the language of Robert Southey, I commit these pages to the Christian +public, with a sincere belief that much benefit will result to all who +shall read them:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Go forth, little book, from this my solitude;</div> +<div class="vind2">I cast thee on the waters,—go thy ways;</div> +<div class="verse">And if, as I believe, thy vein be good,</div> +<div class="vind2">The world will find thee after many days.</div> +<div class="verse">Be it with thee according to thy worth;</div> +<div class="verse">Go, little book! in faith I send thee forth."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="sign"><span class="smcap">James Mudge</span>.</p> +<p class="ind">Malden, Mass.</p> + + + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">{1}</a></span></p> + +<h2>HEROISM</h2> + +<h3>CHIVALRY, NOBILITY, HONOR, TRUTH</h3> + + +<h4>THE INEVITABLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I like the man who faces what he must,</div> +<div class="vind2">With step triumphant and a heart of cheer;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who fights the daily battle without fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust</div> +<div class="verse">That God is God; that somehow, true and just,</div> +<div class="vind2">His plans work out for mortals; not a tear</div> +<div class="vind2">Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear,</div> +<div class="verse">Falls from his grasp: better, with love, a crust</div> +<div class="vind2">Than living in dishonor: envies not,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor loses faith in man; but does his best,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor ever murmurs at his humbler lot,</div> +<div class="verse">But, with a smile and words of hope, gives zest</div> +<div class="vind2">To every toiler: he alone is great</div> +<div class="vind2">Who by a life heroic conquers fate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DEFEATED YET TRIUMPHANT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">They never fail who die</div> +<div class="verse">In a great cause. The block may soak their gore;</div> +<div class="verse">Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs</div> +<div class="verse">Be strung to city gates and castle walls;</div> +<div class="verse">But still their spirit walks abroad.</div> +<div class="vind2">Though years</div> +<div class="verse">Elapse and others share as dark a doom,</div> +<div class="verse">They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts</div> +<div class="verse">Which overpower all others and conduct</div> +<div class="verse">The world, at last, to freedom.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Gordon Byron.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A HERO GONE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He has done the work of a true man—</div> +<div class="vind2">Crown him, honor him, love him;</div> +<div class="verse">Weep over him, tears of woman,</div> +<div class="vind2">Stoop, manliest brows, above him!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the warmest of hearts is frozen;</div> +<div class="vind2">The freest of hands is still;</div> +<div class="verse">And the gap in our picked and chosen</div> +<div class="vind2">The long years may not fill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No duty could overtask him,</div> +<div class="vind2">No need his will outrun:</div> +<div class="verse">Or ever our lips could ask him,</div> +<div class="vind2">His hands the work had done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He forgot his own life for others,</div> +<div class="vind2">Himself to his neighbor lending.</div> +<div class="verse">Found the Lord in his suffering brothers,</div> +<div class="vind2">And not in the clouds descending.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he saw, ere his eye was darkened,</div> +<div class="vind2">The sheaves of the harvest-bringing;</div> +<div class="verse">And knew, while his ear yet hearkened,</div> +<div class="vind2">The voice of the reapers singing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never rode to the wrong's redressing</div> +<div class="vind2">A worthier paladin.</div> +<div class="verse">He has heard the Master's blessing,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Good and faithful, enter in!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CHARGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They outtalked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?</div> +<div class="verse">Better men fared thus before thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Fired their ringing shot and pass'd,</div> +<div class="verse">Hotly charged—and sank at last.</div> +<div class="verse">Charge once more, then, and be dumb!</div> +<div class="verse">Let the victors, when they come,</div> +<div class="verse">When the forts of folly fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Find thy body by the wall!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">{2}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE REFORMER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Before the monstrous wrong he sets him down—</div> +<div class="verse">One man against a stone-walled city of sin.</div> +<div class="verse">For centuries those walls have been abuilding;</div> +<div class="verse">Smooth porphyry, they slope and coldly glass</div> +<div class="verse">The flying storm and wheeling sun. No chink,</div> +<div class="verse">No crevice, lets the thinnest arrow in.</div> +<div class="verse">He fights alone, and from the cloudy ramparts</div> +<div class="verse">A thousand evil faces gibe and jeer him.</div> +<div class="verse">Let him lie down and die: what is the right,</div> +<div class="verse">And where is justice, in a world like this?</div> +<div class="verse">But by and by earth shakes herself, impatient;</div> +<div class="verse">And down, in one great roar of ruin, crash</div> +<div class="verse">Watch-tower and citadel and battlements.</div> +<div class="verse">When the red dust has cleared, the lonely soldier</div> +<div class="verse">Stands with strange thoughts beneath the friendly stars.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LIFE AND DEATH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So he died for his faith. That is fine—</div> +<div class="vind2">More than most of us do.</div> +<div class="verse">But, say, can you add to that line</div> +<div class="vind2">That he lived for it, too?</div> +<div class="verse">In his death he bore witness at last</div> +<div class="vind2">As a martyr to truth.</div> +<div class="verse">Did his life do the same in the past</div> +<div class="vind2">From the days of his youth?</div> +<div class="verse">It is easy to die. Men have died</div> +<div class="vind2">For a wish or a whim—</div> +<div class="verse">From bravado or passion or pride.</div> +<div class="vind2">Was it harder for him?</div> +<div class="verse">But to live—every day to live out</div> +<div class="vind2">All the truth that he dreamt,</div> +<div class="verse">While his friends met his conduct with doubt</div> +<div class="vind2">And the world with contempt.</div> +<div class="verse">Was it thus that he plodded ahead,</div> +<div class="vind2">Never turning aside?</div> +<div class="verse">Then we'll talk of the life that he lived.</div> +<div class="vind2">Never mind how he died.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ernest Crosby.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE RED PLANET MARS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The star of the unconquered will,</div> +<div class="vind2">He rises in my breast,</div> +<div class="verse">Serene, and resolute, and still,</div> +<div class="vind2">And calm, and self-possessed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">That readest this brief psalm,</div> +<div class="verse">As one by one thy hopes depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be resolute and calm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, fear not in a world like this,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou shalt know erelong,—</div> +<div class="verse">Know how sublime a thing it is</div> +<div class="vind2">To suffer and be strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRS PRAISE THEE</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not they alone who from the bitter strife</div> +<div class="vind2">Came forth victorious, yielding willingly</div> +<div class="verse">That which they deem most precious, even life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content to suffer all things, Christ, for Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Not they alone whose feet so firmly trod</div> +<div class="vind2">The pathway ending in rack, sword and flame,</div> +<div class="verse">Foreseeing death, yet faithful to their Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Enduring for His sake the pain and shame;</div> +<div class="verse">Not they alone have won the martyr's palm,</div> +<div class="verse">Not only from their life proceeds the eternal psalm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For earth hath martyrs now, a saintly throng;</div> +<div class="vind2">Each day unnoticed do we pass them by;</div> +<div class="verse">'Mid busy crowds they calmly move along,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bearing a hidden cross, how patiently!</div> +<div class="verse">Not theirs the sudden anguish, swift and keen,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their hearts are worn and wasted with small cares,</div> +<div class="verse">With daily griefs and thrusts from foes unseen;</div> +<div class="vind2">Troubles and trials that take them unawares;</div> +<div class="verse">Theirs is a lingering, silent martyrdom;</div> +<div class="verse">They weep through weary years, and long for rest to come.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">{3}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They weep, but murmur not; it is God's will,</div> +<div class="vind2">And they have learned to bend their own to his;</div> +<div class="verse">Simply enduring, knowing that each ill</div> +<div class="vind2">Is but the herald of some future bliss;</div> +<div class="verse">Striving and suffering, yet so silently</div> +<div class="vind2">They know it least who seem to know them best.</div> +<div class="verse">Faithful and true through long adversity</div> +<div class="vind2">They work and wait until God gives them rest;</div> +<div class="verse">These surely share with those of bygone days</div> +<div class="verse">The palm-branch and the crown, and swell their song of praise.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HAPPY WARRIOR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,</div> +<div class="verse">Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,</div> +<div class="verse">Or left unthought of in obscurity,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, with a toward or untoward lot,</div> +<div class="verse">Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not,—</div> +<div class="verse">Plays, in the many games of life, that one</div> +<div class="verse">Where what he most doth value must be won;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor thought of tender happiness betray;</div> +<div class="verse">Who, not content that former work stand fast,</div> +<div class="verse">Looks forward, persevering to the last,</div> +<div class="verse">From well to better, daily self-surpast;</div> +<div class="verse">Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth</div> +<div class="verse">Forever, and to noble deeds give birth,</div> +<div class="verse">Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,</div> +<div class="verse">And leave a dead, unprofitable name—</div> +<div class="verse">Finds comfort in himself and in his cause,</div> +<div class="verse">And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws</div> +<div class="verse">His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:</div> +<div class="verse">This is the happy warrior; this is he</div> +<div class="verse">That every man in arms should wish to be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Aground the man who seeks a noble end</div> +<div class="verse">Not angels but divinities attend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ROBERT BROWNING'S MESSAGE</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grow old along with me!</div> +<div class="verse">The best is yet to be,</div> +<div class="verse">The last of life, for which the first was made;</div> +<div class="verse">Our times are in His hand</div> +<div class="verse">Who saith, "A whole I planned,</div> +<div class="verse">Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Poor vaunt of life indeed,</div> +<div class="verse">Were man but formed to feed</div> +<div class="verse">On joy, to solely seek and find and feast;</div> +<div class="verse">Such feasting ended, then</div> +<div class="verse">As sure an end to men:</div> +<div class="verse">Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then welcome each rebuff</div> +<div class="verse">That turns earth's smoothness rough,</div> +<div class="verse">Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!</div> +<div class="verse">Be our joys three parts pain!</div> +<div class="verse">Strive, and hold cheap the strain;</div> +<div class="verse">Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For thence—a paradox</div> +<div class="verse">Which comforts while it mocks—</div> +<div class="verse">Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:</div> +<div class="verse">What I aspired to be,</div> +<div class="verse">And was not, comforts me:</div> +<div class="verse">A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not on the vulgar mass</div> +<div class="verse">Called "work" must sentence pass,</div> +<div class="vind2">Things done, that took the eye and had the price;</div> +<div class="verse">O'er which, from level stand,</div> +<div class="verse">The low world laid its hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But all, the world's coarse thumb</div> +<div class="verse">And finger failed to plumb,</div> +<div class="vind2">So passed in making up the main account;</div> +<div class="verse">All instincts immature,</div> +<div class="verse">All purposes unsure,</div> +<div class="vind2">That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">{4}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thoughts hardly to be packed</div> +<div class="verse">Into a narrow act,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fancies that broke through language and escaped;</div> +<div class="verse">All I could never be,</div> +<div class="verse">All, men ignored in me,</div> +<div class="vind2">This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fool! All that is, at all,</div> +<div class="verse">Lasts ever, past recall;</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure:</div> +<div class="verse">What entered into thee</div> +<div class="verse"><i>That</i> was, is, and shall be:</div> +<div class="vind2">Time's wheel runs back or stops; Potter and clay endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From "Rabbi Ben Ezra."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUTH AND FALSEHOOD</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,</div> +<div class="verse">In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;</div> +<div class="verse">Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,</div> +<div class="verse">Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,</div> +<div class="verse">And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record</div> +<div class="verse">One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word;</div> +<div class="verse">Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne—</div> +<div class="verse">Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown,</div> +<div class="verse">Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch, above his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,</div> +<div class="verse">Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just;</div> +<div class="verse">Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,</div> +<div class="verse">Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified,</div> +<div class="verse">And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes—they were souls that stood alone</div> +<div class="verse">While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone;</div> +<div class="verse">Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline</div> +<div class="verse">To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine,</div> +<div class="verse">By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleeding feet I track,</div> +<div class="verse">Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns not back,</div> +<div class="verse">And these mounts of anguish number how each generation learned</div> +<div class="verse">One new word of that grand <i>Credo</i> which in prophet-hearts hath burned</div> +<div class="verse">Since the first man stood God-conquered with his face to heaven upturned.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For Humanity sweeps onward: where to-day the martyr stands,</div> +<div class="verse">On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands;</div> +<div class="verse">Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn,</div> +<div class="verse">While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return</div> +<div class="verse">To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves</div> +<div class="verse">Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' graves;</div> +<div class="verse">Worshipers of light ancestral make the present light a crime;—</div> +<div class="verse">Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men behind their time?</div> +<div class="verse">Turn those tracks toward Past or Future that make Plymouth Rock sublime?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They have rights who dare maintain them; we are traitors to our sires,</div> +<div class="verse">Smothering in their holy ashes Freedom's new-lit altar-fires;</div> +<div class="verse">Shall we make their creed our jailer? shall we in our haste to slay,</div> +<div class="verse">From the tombs of the old prophets steal the funeral lamps away</div> +<div class="verse">To light up the martyr-fagots round the prophets of to-day?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth;</div> +<div class="verse">They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth;</div> +<div class="verse">Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be,</div> +<div class="verse">Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">{5}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COLUMBUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Behind him lay the gray Azores,</div> +<div class="vind2">Behind the Gates of Hercules;</div> +<div class="verse">Before him not the ghost of shores,</div> +<div class="vind2">Before him only shoreless seas.</div> +<div class="verse">The good mate said: "Now, we must pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">For lo! the very stars are <i>gone</i>,</div> +<div class="verse">Speak, Admiral, what shall I say?"</div> +<div class="vind2">"Why say, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My men grow mutinous day by day;</div> +<div class="vind2">My men grow ghastly wan and weak."</div> +<div class="verse">The stout mate thought of home; a spray</div> +<div class="vind2">Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.</div> +<div class="verse">"What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we sight naught but seas at dawn?"</div> +<div class="verse">"Why, you shall say at break of day,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Until at last the blanched mate said:</div> +<div class="verse">"Why, now not even God would know</div> +<div class="vind2">Should I and all my men fall dead.</div> +<div class="verse">These very winds forget their way,</div> +<div class="vind2">For God from these dread seas is gone.</div> +<div class="verse">Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say—"</div> +<div class="vind2">He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They sailed. They sailed. Then spoke the mate:</div> +<div class="vind2">"This mad sea shows its teeth to-night.</div> +<div class="verse">He curls his lip, he lies in wait,</div> +<div class="vind2">With lifted teeth, as if to bite!</div> +<div class="verse">Brave Admiral, say but one good word.</div> +<div class="vind2">What shall we do when hope is gone?"</div> +<div class="verse">The words leapt as a leaping sword,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,</div> +<div class="vind2">And peered through darkness. Ah, that night</div> +<div class="verse">Of all dark nights! And then a speck—</div> +<div class="vind2">A light! A light! A light!</div> +<div class="verse">It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!</div> +<div class="vind2">It grew to be Time's burst of dawn:</div> +<div class="verse">He gained a world; he gave that world</div> +<div class="vind2">Its grandest lesson: "On, and on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joaquin Miller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CHOSEN FEW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Son of God goes forth to war,</div> +<div class="vind2">A kingly crown to gain;</div> +<div class="verse">His blood-red banner streams afar;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who follows in his train.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who best can drink His cup of woe,</div> +<div class="vind2">And triumph over pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Who patient bears His cross below—</div> +<div class="vind2">He follows in His train.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A glorious band, the chosen few,</div> +<div class="vind2">On whom the Spirit came;</div> +<div class="verse">Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,</div> +<div class="vind2">And mocked the cross and flame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They climbed the dizzy steep to heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Through peril, toil and pain;</div> +<div class="verse">O God! to us may grace be given</div> +<div class="vind2">To follow in their train!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Reginald Heber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HOW DID YOU DIE?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Did you tackle that trouble that came your way</div> +<div class="vind2">With a resolute heart and cheerful,</div> +<div class="verse">Or hide your face from the light of day</div> +<div class="vind2">With a craven soul and fearful?</div> +<div class="verse">O, a trouble is a ton, or a trouble is an ounce,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or a trouble is what you make it,</div> +<div class="verse">And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,</div> +<div class="vind2">But only—how did you take it?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?</div> +<div class="vind2">Come up with a smiling face.</div> +<div class="verse">It's nothing against you to fall down flat,</div> +<div class="vind2">But to lie there—that's disgrace.</div> +<div class="verse">The harder you're thrown, why, the higher you bounce;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be proud of your blackened eye!</div> +<div class="verse">It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;</div> +<div class="vind2">It's how did you fight—and why?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And though you be done to the death, what then?</div> +<div class="vind2">If you battled the best you could.</div> +<div class="verse">If you played your part in the world of men,</div> +<div class="vind2">Why, the Critic will call it good.</div> +<div class="verse">Death comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce,</div> +<div class="vind2">And whether he's slow or spry,</div> +<div class="verse">It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,</div> +<div class="vind2">But only—how did you die?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edmund Vance Cooke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">{6}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LUTHER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That which he knew he uttered,</div> +<div class="vind2">Conviction made him strong;</div> +<div class="verse">And with undaunted courage</div> +<div class="vind2">He faced and fought the wrong.</div> +<div class="verse">No power on earth could silence him</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom love and faith made brave;</div> +<div class="verse">And though four hundred years have gone</div> +<div class="vind2">Men strew with flowers his grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A frail child born to poverty,</div> +<div class="vind2">A German miner's son;</div> +<div class="verse">A poor monk searching in his cell,</div> +<div class="vind2">What honors he has won!</div> +<div class="verse">The nations crown him faithful,</div> +<div class="vind2">A man whom truth made free;</div> +<div class="verse">God give us for these easier times</div> +<div class="vind2">More men as real as he!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Marianne Farningham.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE MARTYRS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Flung to the heedless winds,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or on the waters cast,</div> +<div class="verse">The martyrs' ashes, watched,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall gathered be at last;</div> +<div class="verse">And from that scattered dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Around us and abroad,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall spring a plenteous seed</div> +<div class="vind2">Of witnesses for God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Father hath received</div> +<div class="vind2">Their latest living breath;</div> +<div class="verse">And vain is Satan's boast</div> +<div class="vind2">Of victory in their death;</div> +<div class="verse">Still, still, though dead, they speak,</div> +<div class="vind2">And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim</div> +<div class="verse">To many a wakening land,</div> +<div class="vind2">The one availing name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Martin Luther, tr. by John A. Messenger.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stainless soldier on the walls,</div> +<div class="vind2">Knowing this—and knows no more—</div> +<div class="verse">Whoever fights, whoever falls,</div> +<div class="vind2">Justice conquers evermore,</div> +<div class="vind2">Justice after as before;</div> +<div class="verse">And he who battles on her side,</div> +<div class="vind2">God, though he were ten times slain,</div> +<div class="verse">Crowns him victor glorified,</div> +<div class="vind2">Victor over death and pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ETERNAL JUSTICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The man is thought a knave, or fool,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or bigot, plotting crime,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, for the advancement of his kind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is wiser than his time.</div> +<div class="verse">For him the hemlock shall distil;</div> +<div class="vind2">For him the axe be bared;</div> +<div class="verse">For him the gibbet shall be built;</div> +<div class="vind2">For him the stake prepared.</div> +<div class="verse">Him shall the scorn and wrath of men</div> +<div class="vind2">Pursue with deadly aim;</div> +<div class="verse">And malice, envy, spite, and lies,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall desecrate his name.</div> +<div class="verse">But Truth shall conquer at the last,</div> +<div class="vind2">For round and round we run;</div> +<div class="verse">And ever the Right comes uppermost,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ever is Justice done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pace through thy cell, old Socrates,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheerily to and fro;</div> +<div class="verse">Trust to the impulse of thy soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">And let the poison flow.</div> +<div class="verse">They may shatter to earth the lamp of clay</div> +<div class="vind2">That holds a light divine,</div> +<div class="verse">But they cannot quench the fire of thought</div> +<div class="vind2">By any such deadly wine.</div> +<div class="verse">They cannot blot thy spoken words</div> +<div class="vind2">From the memory of man</div> +<div class="verse">By all the poison ever was brewed</div> +<div class="vind2">Since time its course began.</div> +<div class="verse">To-day abhorred, to-morrow adored,</div> +<div class="vind2">For round and round we run,</div> +<div class="verse">And ever the Truth comes uppermost,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ever is Justice done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Plod in thy cave, gray anchorite;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be wiser than thy peers;</div> +<div class="verse">Augment the range of human power,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trust to coming years.</div> +<div class="verse">They may call thee wizard, and monk accursed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And load thee with dispraise;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wert born five hundred years too soon</div> +<div class="vind2">For the comfort of thy days;</div> +<div class="verse">But not too soon for human kind.</div> +<div class="vind2">Time hath reward in store;</div> +<div class="verse">And the demons of our sires become</div> +<div class="vind2">The saints that we adore.</div> +<div class="verse">The blind can see, the slave is lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">So round and round we run;</div> +<div class="verse">And ever the Wrong is proved to be wrong</div> +<div class="vind2">And ever is Justice done.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">{7}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Keep, Galileo, to thy thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And nerve thy soul to bear;</div> +<div class="verse">They may gloat o'er the senseless words they wring</div> +<div class="vind2">From the pangs of thy despair;</div> +<div class="verse">They may veil their eyes, but they cannot hide</div> +<div class="vind2">The sun's meridian glow;</div> +<div class="verse">The heel of a priest may tread thee down</div> +<div class="vind2">And a tyrant work thee woe;</div> +<div class="verse">But never a truth has been destroyed;</div> +<div class="vind2">They may curse it and call it crime;</div> +<div class="verse">Pervert and betray, or slander and slay</div> +<div class="vind2">Its teachers for a time.</div> +<div class="verse">But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,</div> +<div class="vind2">As round and round we run;</div> +<div class="verse">And the Truth shall ever come uppermost,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Justice shall be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And live there now such men as these—</div> +<div class="vind2">With thoughts like the great of old?</div> +<div class="verse">Many have died in their misery,</div> +<div class="vind2">And left their thought untold;</div> +<div class="verse">And many live, and are ranked as mad,</div> +<div class="vind2">And are placed in the cold world's ban,</div> +<div class="verse">For sending their bright, far-seeing souls</div> +<div class="vind2">Three centuries in the van.</div> +<div class="verse">They toil in penury and grief,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unknown, if not maligned;</div> +<div class="verse">Forlorn, forlorn, bearing the scorn</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the meanest of mankind!</div> +<div class="verse">But yet the world goes round and round,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the genial seasons run;</div> +<div class="verse">And ever the Truth comes uppermost,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ever is Justice done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We cannot kindle when we will</div> +<div class="vind2">The fire which in the heart resides.</div> +<div class="verse">The spirit bloweth and is still;</div> +<div class="vind2">In mystery our soul abides:</div> +<div class="verse">But tasks in hours of insight willed</div> +<div class="verse">Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With aching hands and bleeding feet</div> +<div class="vind2">We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;</div> +<div class="verse">We bear the burden and the heat</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.</div> +<div class="verse">Not till the hours of light return,</div> +<div class="verse">All we have built do we discern.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT MAKES A HERO?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What makes a hero?—not success, not fame,</div> +<div class="verse">Inebriate merchants, and the loud acclaim</div> +<div class="vind2">Of glutted avarice—caps tossed up in air,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or pen of journalist with flourish fair;</div> +<div class="verse">Bells pealed, stars, ribbons, and a titular name—</div> +<div class="vind2">These, though his rightful tribute, he can spare;</div> +<div class="verse">His rightful tribute, not his end or aim,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or true reward; for never yet did these</div> +<div class="vind2">Refresh the soul, or set the heart at ease.</div> +<div class="verse">What makes a hero?—An heroic mind,</div> +<div class="verse">Expressed in action, in endurance proved.</div> +<div class="vind2">And if there be preëminence of right,</div> +<div class="vind2">Derived through pain well suffered, to the height</div> +<div class="verse">Of rank heroic, 'tis to bear unmoved</div> +<div class="verse">Not toil, not risk, not rage of sea or wind,</div> +<div class="verse">Not the brute fury of barbarians blind,</div> +<div class="vind2">But worse—ingratitude and poisonous darts,</div> +<div class="vind2">Launched by the country he had served and loved.</div> +<div class="verse">This, with a free, unclouded spirit pure,</div> +<div class="verse">This, in the strength of silence to endure,</div> +<div class="vind2">A dignity to noble deeds imparts</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond the gauds and trappings of renown;</div> +<div class="vind2">This is the hero's complement and crown;</div> +<div class="verse">This missed, one struggle had been wanting still—</div> +<div class="verse">One glorious triumph of the heroic will,</div> +<div class="vind2">One self-approval in his heart of hearts.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Taylor.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As the bird trims her to the gale</div> +<div class="vind2">I trim myself to the storm of time;</div> +<div class="verse">I man the rudder, reef the sail,</div> +<div class="vind2">Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime;</div> +<div class="verse">"Lowly faithful banish fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Right onward drive unharmed;</div> +<div class="verse">The port, well worth the cruise, is near,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every wave is charmed."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">{8}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DEMAND FOR MEN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The world wants men—large-hearted, manly men;</div> +<div class="verse">Men who shall join its chorus and prolong</div> +<div class="verse">The psalm of labor, and the psalm of love.</div> +<div class="verse">The times want scholars—scholars who shall shape</div> +<div class="verse">The doubtful destinies of dubious years,</div> +<div class="verse">And land the ark that bears our country's good</div> +<div class="verse">Safe on some peaceful Ararat at last.</div> +<div class="verse">The age wants heroes—heroes who shall dare</div> +<div class="verse">To struggle in the solid ranks of truth;</div> +<div class="verse">To clutch the monster error by the throat;</div> +<div class="verse">To bear opinion to a loftier seat;</div> +<div class="verse">To blot the era of oppression out,</div> +<div class="verse">And lead a universal freedom on.</div> +<div class="verse">And heaven wants souls—fresh and capacious souls;</div> +<div class="verse">To taste its raptures, and expand, like flowers,</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath the glory of its central sun.</div> +<div class="verse">It wants fresh souls—not lean and shrivelled ones;</div> +<div class="verse">It wants fresh souls, my brother, give it thine.</div> +<div class="verse">If thou indeed wilt be what scholars should;</div> +<div class="verse">If thou wilt be a hero, and wilt strive</div> +<div class="verse">To help thy fellow and exalt thyself,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy feet at last shall stand on jasper floors;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy heart, at last, shall seem a thousand hearts—</div> +<div class="verse">Each single heart with myriad raptures filled—</div> +<div class="verse">While thou shalt sit with princes and with kings,</div> +<div class="verse">Rich in the jewel of a ransomed soul.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blessed are they who die for God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And earn the martyr's crown of light;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet he who lives for God may be</div> +<div class="vind2">A greater conqueror in his sight.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to stem with heart and hand</div> +<div class="vind2">The roaring tide of life than lie,</div> +<div class="verse">Unmindful, on its flowery strand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of God's occasions drifting by!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Truth will prevail, though men abhor</div> +<div class="vind2">The glory of its light;</div> +<div class="verse">And wage exterminating war</div> +<div class="vind2">And put all foes to flight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though trodden under foot of men,</div> +<div class="vind2">Truth from the dust will spring,</div> +<div class="verse">And from the press—the lip—the pen—</div> +<div class="vind2">In tones of thunder ring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beware—beware, ye who resist</div> +<div class="vind2">The light that beams around,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest, ere you look through error's mist,</div> +<div class="vind2">Truth strike you to the ground.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—D. C. Colesworthy.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO A REFORMER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, now, if these things that you yearn to teach</div> +<div class="vind2">Bear wisdom, in your judgment, rich and strong,</div> +<div class="verse">Give voice to them though no man heed your speech,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since right is right though all the world <i>go</i> wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The proof that you believe what you declare</div> +<div class="vind2">Is that you still stand firm though throngs pass by;</div> +<div class="verse">Rather cry truth a lifetime to void air</div> +<div class="vind2">Than flatter listening millions with one lie!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edgar Fawcett.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TEACH ME THE TRUTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me the truth, Lord, though it put to flight</div> +<div class="vind2">My cherished dreams and fondest fancy's play;</div> +<div class="verse">Give me to know the darkness from the light,</div> +<div class="vind4">The night from day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me the truth, Lord, though my heart may break</div> +<div class="vind2">In casting out the falsehood for the true;</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to take my shattered life and make</div> +<div class="vind4">Its actions new.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">{9}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me the truth, Lord, though my feet may fear</div> +<div class="vind2">The rocky path that opens out to me;</div> +<div class="verse">Rough it may be, but let the way be clear</div> +<div class="vind4">That leads to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me the truth, Lord. When false creeds decay,</div> +<div class="vind2">When man-made dogmas vanish with the night,</div> +<div class="verse">Then, Lord, on thee my darkened soul shall stay,</div> +<div class="vind4">Thou living Light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Lockwood Green.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HEROISM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It takes great strength to train</div> +<div class="verse">To modern service your ancestral brain;</div> +<div class="verse">To lift the weight of the unnumbered years</div> +<div class="verse">Of dead men's habits, methods, and ideas;</div> +<div class="verse">To hold that back with one hand, and support</div> +<div class="verse">With the other the weak steps of the new thought.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It takes great strength to bring your life up square</div> +<div class="verse">With your accepted thought and hold it there;</div> +<div class="verse">Resisting the inertia that drags back</div> +<div class="verse">From new attempts to the old habit's track.</div> +<div class="verse">It is so easy to drift back, to sink;</div> +<div class="verse">So hard to live abreast of what you think.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It takes great strength to live where you belong</div> +<div class="verse">When other people think that you are wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">People you love, and who love you, and whose</div> +<div class="verse">Approval is a pleasure you would choose.</div> +<div class="verse">To bear this pressure and succeed at length</div> +<div class="verse">In living your belief—well, it takes strength,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And courage, too. But what does courage mean</div> +<div class="verse">Save strength to help you face a pain foreseen?</div> +<div class="verse">Courage to undertake this lifelong strain</div> +<div class="verse">Of setting yours against your grand-sire's brain;</div> +<div class="verse">Dangerous risk of walking lone and free</div> +<div class="verse">Out of the easy paths that used to be,</div> +<div class="verse">And the fierce pain of hurting those we love</div> +<div class="verse">When love meets truth, and truth must ride above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But the best courage man has ever shown</div> +<div class="verse">Is daring to cut loose and think alone.</div> +<div class="verse">Dark are the unlit chambers of clear space</div> +<div class="verse">Where light shines back from no reflecting face.</div> +<div class="verse">Our sun's wide glare, our heaven's shining blue,</div> +<div class="verse">We owe to fog and dust they fumble through;</div> +<div class="verse">And our rich wisdom that we treasure so</div> +<div class="verse">Shines from the thousand things that we don't know.</div> +<div class="verse">But to think new—it takes a courage grim</div> +<div class="verse">As led Columbus over the world's rim.</div> +<div class="verse">To think it cost some courage. And to go—</div> +<div class="verse">Try it. It takes every power you know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It takes great love to stir the human heart</div> +<div class="verse">To live beyond the others and apart.</div> +<div class="verse">A love that is not shallow, is not small,</div> +<div class="verse">Is not for one or two, but for them all.</div> +<div class="verse">Love that can wound love for its higher need;</div> +<div class="verse">Love that can leave love, though the heart may bleed;</div> +<div class="verse">Love that can lose love, family and friend,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet steadfastly live, loving, to the end.</div> +<div class="verse">A love that asks no answer, that can live</div> +<div class="verse">Moved by one burning, deathless force—to give.</div> +<div class="verse">Love, strength, and courage; courage, strength, and love.</div> +<div class="verse">The heroes of all time are built thereof.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Perkins Stetson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">{10}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO TRUTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O star of truth down shining</div> +<div class="vind2">Through clouds of doubt and fear,</div> +<div class="verse">I ask but 'neath your guidance</div> +<div class="vind2">My pathway may appear.</div> +<div class="verse">However long the journey</div> +<div class="vind2">How hard soe'er it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Though I be lone and weary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead on, I'll follow thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know thy blessed radiance</div> +<div class="vind2">Can never lead astray,</div> +<div class="verse">However ancient custom</div> +<div class="vind2">May trend some other way.</div> +<div class="verse">E'en if through untried deserts,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or over trackless sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Though I be lone and weary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead on, I'll follow thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The bleeding feet of martyrs</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy toilsome road have trod.</div> +<div class="verse">But fires of human passion</div> +<div class="vind2">May light the way to God.</div> +<div class="verse">Then, though my feet should falter,</div> +<div class="vind2">While I thy beams can see,</div> +<div class="verse">Though I be lone and weary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead on, I'll follow thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though loving friends forsake me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or plead with me in tears—</div> +<div class="verse">Though angry foes may threaten</div> +<div class="vind2">To shake my soul with fears—</div> +<div class="verse">Still to my high allegiance</div> +<div class="vind2">I must not faithless be.</div> +<div class="verse">Through life or death, forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead on, I'll follow thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Minot J. Savage.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOBLESSE OBLIGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not ours nobility of this world's giving</div> +<div class="vind2">Granted by monarchs of some earthly throne;</div> +<div class="verse">Not this life only which is worth the living,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor honor here worth striving for alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Princes are we, and of a line right royal;</div> +<div class="vind2">Heirs are we of a glorious realm above;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet bound to service humble, true, and loyal,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thus constraineth us our Monarch's love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And looking to the joy that lies before us,</div> +<div class="vind2">The crown held out to our once fallen race;</div> +<div class="verse">Led by the light that ever shineth o'er us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Man is restored to nature's noblest place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Noblesse oblige</i>—(our very watchword be it!)</div> +<div class="vind2">To raise the fallen from this low estate,</div> +<div class="verse">To boldly combat wrong whene'er we see it,</div> +<div class="vind2">To render good for evil, love for hate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Noblesse oblige</i>—to deeds of valiant daring</div> +<div class="vind2">In alien lands which other lords obey,</div> +<div class="verse">And into farthest climes our standard bearing,</div> +<div class="vind2">To lead them captive 'neath our Master's sway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Noblesse oblige</i>—that, grudging not our treasure,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor seeking any portion to withhold,</div> +<div class="verse">We freely give it, without stint or measure,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er it be—our talents, time, or gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Noblesse oblige</i>—that, looking upward ever,</div> +<div class="vind2">We serve our King with courage, faith, and love,</div> +<div class="verse">Till, through that grace which can from death deliver,</div> +<div class="vind2">We claim our noble heritage above!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR HEROES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The winds that once the Argo bore</div> +<div class="vind2">Have died by Neptune's ruined shrines,</div> +<div class="verse">And her hull is the drift of the deep sea floor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though shaped of Pelion's tallest pines.</div> +<div class="verse">You may seek her crew in every isle,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fair in the foam of Ægean seas,</div> +<div class="verse">But out of their sleep no charm can wile</div> +<div class="vind2">Jason and Orpheus and Hercules.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">{11}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And Priam's voice is heard no more</div> +<div class="vind2">By windy Illium's sea-built walls;</div> +<div class="verse">From the washing wave and the lonely shore</div> +<div class="vind2">No wail goes up as Hector falls.</div> +<div class="verse">On Ida's mount is the shining snow,</div> +<div class="vind2">But Jove has gone from its brow away,</div> +<div class="verse">And red on the plain the poppies grow</div> +<div class="vind2">Where Greek and Trojan fought that day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mother Earth! Are thy heroes dead?</div> +<div class="vind2">Do they thrill the soul of the years no more?</div> +<div class="verse">Are the gleaming snows and the poppies red</div> +<div class="vind2">All that is left of the brave of yore?</div> +<div class="verse">Are there none to fight as Theseus fought,</div> +<div class="vind2">Far in the young world's misty dawn?</div> +<div class="verse">Or teach as the gray-haired Nestor taught?</div> +<div class="vind2">Mother Earth! Are thy heroes gone?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Gone?—in a nobler form they rise;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dead?—we may clasp their hands in ours,</div> +<div class="verse">And catch the light of their glorious eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wreathe their brows with immortal flowers.</div> +<div class="verse">Whenever a noble deed is done,</div> +<div class="vind2">There are the souls of our heroes stirred;</div> +<div class="verse">Whenever a field for truth is won,</div> +<div class="vind2">There are our heroes' voices heard.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Their armor rings in a fairer field</div> +<div class="vind2">Than Greek or Trojan ever trod,</div> +<div class="verse">For Freedom's sword is the blade they wield,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the light above them the smile of God!</div> +<div class="verse">So, in his Isle of calm delight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jason may dream the years away,</div> +<div class="verse">But the heroes live, and the skies are bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the world is a braver world to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edna Dean Proctor.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The hero is not fed on sweets,</div> +<div class="verse">Daily his own heart he eats;</div> +<div class="verse">Chambers of the great are jails,</div> +<div class="verse">And head winds right for royal sails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRIUMPH OF THE MARTYRS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They seemed to die on battle-field,</div> +<div class="vind2">To die with justice, truth, and law;</div> +<div class="verse">The bloody corpse, the broken shield,</div> +<div class="vind2">Were all that senseless folly saw.</div> +<div class="verse">But, like Antæus from the turf,</div> +<div class="vind2">They sprung refreshed, to strive again,</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er the savage and the serf</div> +<div class="vind2">Rise to the rank of men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They seemed to die by sword and fire,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their voices hushed in endless sleep;</div> +<div class="verse">Well might the noblest cause expire</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath that mangled, smouldering heap;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet that wan band, unarmed, defied</div> +<div class="vind2">The legions of their pagan foes;</div> +<div class="verse">And in the truths they testified,</div> +<div class="vind2">From out the ashes rose.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WORTH WHILE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pray thee, Lord, that when it comes to me</div> +<div class="verse">To say if I will follow truth and Thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Or choose instead to win, as better worth</div> +<div class="verse">My pains, some cloying recompense of earth—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant me, great Father, from a hard-fought field,</div> +<div class="verse">Forspent and bruised, upon a battered shield,</div> +<div class="verse">Home to obscure endurance to be borne</div> +<div class="verse">Rather than live my own mean gains to scorn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Sandford Martin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, well for him whose will is strong!</div> +<div class="verse">He suffers, but he will not suffer long;</div> +<div class="verse">He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong.</div> +<div class="verse">For him nor moves the loud world's random mock,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound,</div> +<div class="verse">Who seems a promontory of rock,</div> +<div class="verse">That, compassed round with turbulent sound,</div> +<div class="verse">In middle ocean meets the surging shock,</div> +<div class="verse">Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crowned.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">{12}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOBLE DEEDS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,</div> +<div class="vind4">Our hearts in glad surprise,</div> +<div class="vind4">To higher levels rise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The tidal wave of deeper souls</div> +<div class="verse">Into our inmost being rolls,</div> +<div class="vind4">And lifts us unawares</div> +<div class="vind4">Out of all meaner cares.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Honor to those whose words or deeds</div> +<div class="verse">Thus help us in our daily needs,</div> +<div class="vind4">And by their overflow</div> +<div class="vind4">Raise us from what is low!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S HEROES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not on the gory field of fame</div> +<div class="vind2">Their noble deeds were done;</div> +<div class="verse">Not in the sound of earth's acclaim</div> +<div class="vind2">Their fadeless crowns were won.</div> +<div class="verse">Not from the palaces of kings,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor fortune's sunny clime,</div> +<div class="verse">Came the great souls, whose life-work flings</div> +<div class="vind2">Luster o'er earth and time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For truth with tireless zeal they sought;</div> +<div class="vind2">In joyless paths they trod—</div> +<div class="verse">Heedless of praise or blame they wrought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And left the rest to God.</div> +<div class="verse">The lowliest sphere was not disdained;</div> +<div class="vind2">Where love could soothe or save,</div> +<div class="verse">They went, by fearless faith sustained,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor knew their deeds were brave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The foes with which they waged their strife</div> +<div class="vind2">Were passion, self, and sin;</div> +<div class="verse">The victories that laureled life</div> +<div class="vind2">Were fought and won within.</div> +<div class="verse">Not names in gold emblazoned here,</div> +<div class="vind2">And great and good confessed,</div> +<div class="verse">In Heaven's immortal scroll appear</div> +<div class="vind2">As noblest and as best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No sculptured stone in stately temple</div> +<div class="vind2">Proclaims their rugged lot;</div> +<div class="verse">Like Him who was their great example,</div> +<div class="vind2">This vain world knew them not.</div> +<div class="verse">But though their names no poet wove</div> +<div class="vind2">In deathless song or story,</div> +<div class="verse">Their record is inscribed above;</div> +<div class="vind2">Their wreaths are crowns of glory.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Hartley Dewart.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WORLDLY PLACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Even in a palace, life may be led well!"</div> +<div class="verse">So spoke the imperial sage, purest of men,</div> +<div class="verse">Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den</div> +<div class="verse">Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell,</div> +<div class="verse">Our freedom for a little bread we sell,</div> +<div class="verse">And drudge under some foolish master's ken,</div> +<div class="verse">Who rates us if we peer outside our pen—</div> +<div class="verse">Matched with a palace, is not this a hell?</div> +<div class="verse">"Even in a palace!" On his truth sincere,</div> +<div class="verse">Who spoke these words no shadow ever came;</div> +<div class="verse">And when my ill-schooled spirit is aflame</div> +<div class="verse">Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win,</div> +<div class="verse">I'll stop and say: "There were no succor here!</div> +<div class="verse">The aids to noble life are all within."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE VICTORY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To do the tasks of life, and be not lost;</div> +<div class="vind2">To mingle, yet dwell apart;</div> +<div class="verse">To be by roughest seas how rudely tossed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet bate no jot of heart;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To hold thy course among the heavenly stars,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet dwell upon the earth;</div> +<div class="verse">To stand behind Fate's firm-laid prison bars,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet win all Freedom's worth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sydney Henry Morse.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Twere sweet indeed to close our eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">with those we cherish near,</div> +<div class="verse">And wafted upward by their sighs soar</div> +<div class="vind2">to some calmer sphere;</div> +<div class="verse">But whether on the scaffold high or</div> +<div class="vind2">in the battle's van</div> +<div class="verse">The fittest place where man can die</div> +<div class="vind2">is where he dies for man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Michael Joseph Barry.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">{13}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A TRUE HERO</h4> + +<p class="center noind">(James Braidwood of the London Fire <br/>Brigade; died June, 1861.)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not at the battle front, writ of in story,</div> +<div class="verse">Not in the blazing wreck, steering to glory;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not while in martyr-pangs soul and flesh sever,</div> +<div class="verse">Died he—this Hero now; hero forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No pomp poetic crowned, no forms enchained him;</div> +<div class="verse">No friends applauding watched, no foes arraigned him;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Death found him there, without grandeur or beauty.</div> +<div class="verse">Only an honest man doing his duty;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just a God-fearing man, simple and lowly,</div> +<div class="verse">Constant at kirk and hearth, kindly as holy;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Death found—and touched him with finger in flying—</div> +<div class="verse">Lo! he rose up complete—hero undying.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now all men mourn for him, lovingly raise him,</div> +<div class="verse">Up from his life obscure, chronicle, praise him;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tell his last act; done 'midst peril appalling,</div> +<div class="verse">And the last word of cheer from his lips falling;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Follow in multitudes to his grave's portal;</div> +<div class="verse">Leave him there, buried in honor immortal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So many a Hero walks unseen beside us,</div> +<div class="verse">Till comes the supreme stroke sent to divide us.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then the Lord calls his own—like this man, even,</div> +<div class="verse">Carried, Elijah-like, fire-winged, to heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem gap"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unless above himself he can</div> +<div class="verse">Erect himself, how poor a thing is man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Daniel.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BATTLES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, not for place, but for the right,</div> +<div class="vind2">To make this fair world fairer still—</div> +<div class="verse">Or lowly lily of the night,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or sun topped tower of a hill,</div> +<div class="verse">Or high or low, or near or far,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or dull or keen, or bright or dim,</div> +<div class="verse">Or blade of grass, or brightest star—</div> +<div class="vind2">All, all are but the same to him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O pity of the strife for place!</div> +<div class="vind2">O pity of the strife for power!</div> +<div class="verse">How scarred, how marred a mountain's face!</div> +<div class="vind2">How fair the face of a flower!</div> +<div class="verse">The blade of grass beneath your feet</div> +<div class="vind2">The bravest sword—aye, braver far</div> +<div class="verse">To do and die in mute defeat</div> +<div class="vind2">Than bravest conqueror of war!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When I am dead, say this, but this:</div> +<div class="vind2">"He grasped at no man's blade or shield.</div> +<div class="verse">Or banner bore, but helmetless,</div> +<div class="vind2">Alone, unknown, he held the field;</div> +<div class="verse">He held the field, with sabre drawn,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where God had set him in the fight;</div> +<div class="verse">He held the field, fought on and on,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so fell, fighting for the right!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joaquin Miller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While thus to love he gave his days</div> +<div class="verse">In loyal worship, scorning praise,</div> +<div class="verse">How spread their lures for him in vain,</div> +<div class="verse">Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!</div> +<div class="verse">He thought it happier to be dead,</div> +<div class="verse">To die for Beauty than live for bread.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whether we climb, whether we plod,</div> +<div class="vind2">Space for one task the scant years lend,</div> +<div class="verse">To choose some path that leads to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And keep it to the end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lizette Woodworth Reese.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bravely to do whate'er the time demands,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whether with pen or sword, and not to flinch,</div> +<div class="verse">This is the task that fits heroic hands;</div> +<div class="vind2">So are Truth's boundaries widened, inch by inch.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 30%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">{14}</a></span></p> + +<h2>COURAGE</h2> + +<h3>CONSTANCY, CONFIDENCE, STRENGTH, VALOR</h3> + + +<h4>THE BATTLEFIELD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,</div> +<div class="vind2">Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,</div> +<div class="verse">And fiery hearts and armed hands</div> +<div class="vind2">Encountered in the battle cloud.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! never shall the land forget</div> +<div class="vind2">How gushed the life-blood of her brave—</div> +<div class="verse">Gushed, warm with life and courage yet,</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the soil they fought to save.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now all is calm and fresh and still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Alone the chirp of flitting bird,</div> +<div class="verse">And talks of children on the hill,</div> +<div class="vind2">And bell of wandering kine are heard.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No solemn host goes trailing by</div> +<div class="vind2">The black-mouthed gun and staggering wain;</div> +<div class="verse">Men start not at the battle-cry;</div> +<div class="vind2">Oh, be it never heard again!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Soon rested those who fought; but thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Who minglest in the harder strife</div> +<div class="verse">For truths which men receive not now,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy warfare only ends with life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A friendless warfare! lingering long</div> +<div class="vind2">Through weary day and weary year;</div> +<div class="verse">A wild and many-weaponed throng</div> +<div class="vind2">Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof.</div> +<div class="vind2">And blench not at thy chosen lot;</div> +<div class="verse">The timid good may stand aloof,</div> +<div class="vind2">The sage may frown—yet faint thou not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,</div> +<div class="vind2">The foul and hissing bolt of scorn;</div> +<div class="verse">For with thy side shall dwell at last</div> +<div class="vind2">The victory of endurance born.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;</div> +<div class="vind2">The eternal years of God are hers;</div> +<div class="verse">But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">And dies among his worshipers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yea, though thou lie upon the dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">When they who helped thee flee in fear,</div> +<div class="verse">Die full of hope and manly trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Like those who fell in battle here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Another hand thy sword shall wield,</div> +<div class="vind2">Another hand the standard wave,</div> +<div class="verse">Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed,</div> +<div class="vind2">The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cullen <ins class="correction" title="text reads 'Byrant'">Bryant</ins></div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DARE YOU?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Doubting Thomas and loving John,</div> +<div class="verse">Behind the others walking on:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Tell me now, John, dare you be</div> +<div class="verse">One of the minority?</div> +<div class="verse">To be lonely in your thought,</div> +<div class="verse">Never visited nor sought,</div> +<div class="verse">Shunned with secret shrug, to go</div> +<div class="verse">Through the world esteemed its foe;</div> +<div class="verse">To be singled out and hissed,</div> +<div class="verse">Pointed at as one unblessed,</div> +<div class="verse">Warned against in whispers faint,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest the children catch a taint;</div> +<div class="verse">To bear off your titles well,—</div> +<div class="verse">Heretic and infidel?</div> +<div class="verse">If you dare, come now with me,</div> +<div class="verse">Fearless, confident and free."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Thomas, do you dare to be</div> +<div class="verse">Of the great majority?</div> +<div class="verse">To be only, as the rest,</div> +<div class="verse">With Heaven's common comforts blessed;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">{15}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">To accept, in humble part,</div> +<div class="verse">Truth that shines on every heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Never to be set on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Where the envious curses fly;</div> +<div class="verse">Never name or fame to find,</div> +<div class="verse">Still outstripped in soul and mind;</div> +<div class="verse">To be hid, unless to God,</div> +<div class="verse">As one grass-blade in the sod;</div> +<div class="verse">Underfoot with millions trod?</div> +<div class="verse">If you dare, come with us, be</div> +<div class="verse">Lost in love's great unity."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SENSITIVENESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Time was I shrank from what was right,</div> +<div class="vind2">From fear of what was wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">I would not brave the sacred fight</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the foe was strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But now I cast that finer sense</div> +<div class="vind2">And sorer shame aside;</div> +<div class="verse">Such dread of sin was indolence,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such aim at heaven was pride.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So when my Saviour calls I rise,</div> +<div class="vind2">And calmly do my best;</div> +<div class="verse">Leaving to Him, with silent eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">Of hope and fear, the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I step, I mount, where He has led;</div> +<div class="vind2">Men count my haltings o'er;</div> +<div class="verse">I know them; yet, though self I dread,</div> +<div class="vind2">I love His precept more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Henry Newman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COURAGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Because I hold it sinful to despond,</div> +<div class="vind2">And will not let the bitterness of life</div> +<div class="verse">Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond</div> +<div class="vind2">Its tumult and its strife;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Because I lift my head above the mist,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the sun shines and the broad breezes blow,</div> +<div class="verse">By every ray and every raindrop kissed</div> +<div class="vind2">That God's love doth bestow;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think you I find no bitterness at all?</div> +<div class="vind2">No burden to be borne, like Christian's pack?</div> +<div class="verse">Think you there are no ready tears to fall</div> +<div class="vind2">Because I keep them back?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should I hug life's ills with cold reserve,</div> +<div class="vind2">To curse myself and all who love me? Nay!</div> +<div class="verse">A thousand times more good than I deserve</div> +<div class="vind2">God gives me every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And in each one of these rebellious tears</div> +<div class="vind2">Kept bravely back He makes a rainbow shine;</div> +<div class="verse">Gratefully I take His slightest gift, no fears</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor any doubts are mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dark skies must clear, and when the clouds are past</div> +<div class="vind2">One golden day redeems a weary year;</div> +<div class="verse">Patient I listen, sure that sweet at last</div> +<div class="vind2">Will sound his voice of cheer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then vex me not with chiding. Let me be.</div> +<div class="vind2">I must be glad and grateful to the end.</div> +<div class="verse">I grudge you not your cold and darkness,—me</div> +<div class="vind2">The powers of light befriend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Celia Thaxter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DO AND BE BLEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to think, though others frown;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare in words your thoughts express;</div> +<div class="verse">Dare to rise, though oft cast down;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare the wronged and scorned to bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare from custom to depart;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare the priceless pearl possess;</div> +<div class="verse">Dare to wear it next your heart;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare, when others curse, to bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare forsake what you deem wrong;</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare to walk in wisdom's way,</div> +<div class="verse">Dare to give where gifts belong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare God's precepts to obey.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do what conscience says is right,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do what reason says is best,</div> +<div class="verse">Do with all your mind and might;</div> +<div class="vind2">Do your duty and be blest.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">{16}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PLACE WITH HIM</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O tired worker, faltering on life's rugged way,</div> +<div class="vind2">With faithful hands so full they may not rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Forget not that the weak of earth have one sure stay,</div> +<div class="vind2">And humblest ones by God himself are blest,</div> +<div class="vind6">Who work for Him!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then courage take, faint heart! and though the path be long</div> +<div class="vind2">God's simple rule thy steps will safely guide:—</div> +<div class="verse">"Love Him, thy neighbor as thyself, and do no wrong";</div> +<div class="vind2">In calm content they all shall surely bide</div> +<div class="vind6">Who walk with Him!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So banish every fear, each daily task take up,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's grace thy failing strength shall build anew;</div> +<div class="verse">His mercy, in thy sorrows, stay the flowing cup:</div> +<div class="vind2">And His great love keep for thy spirit true</div> +<div class="vind6">A place with him!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—J. D. Seabury.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD A FORTRESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A mighty fortress is our God,</div> +<div class="vind2">A bulwark never failing:</div> +<div class="verse">Our Helper, he, amid the flood</div> +<div class="vind2">Of mortal ills prevailing.</div> +<div class="verse">For still our ancient foe</div> +<div class="verse">Doth seek to work us woe;</div> +<div class="verse">His craft and power are great,</div> +<div class="verse">And, armed with cruel hate,</div> +<div class="vind2">On earth is not his equal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Did we in our own strength confide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our striving would be losing;</div> +<div class="verse">Were not the right man on our side,</div> +<div class="vind2">The man of God's own choosing.</div> +<div class="verse">Dost ask who that may be?</div> +<div class="verse">Christ Jesus, it is he;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord Sabaoth is his name,</div> +<div class="verse">From age to age the same,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he must win the battle.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And though this world, with devils filled,</div> +<div class="vind2">Should threaten to undo us;</div> +<div class="verse">We will not fear, for God hath willed</div> +<div class="vind2">His truth to triumph through us.</div> +<div class="verse">The Prince of darkness grim—</div> +<div class="verse">We tremble not for him;</div> +<div class="verse">His rage we can endure,</div> +<div class="verse">For lo! his doom is sure,</div> +<div class="vind2">One little word shall fell him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That word above all earthly powers—</div> +<div class="vind2">No thanks to them—abideth;</div> +<div class="verse">The Spirit and the gifts are ours</div> +<div class="vind2">Through him who with us sideth.</div> +<div class="verse">Let goods and kindred go,</div> +<div class="verse">This mortal life also;</div> +<div class="verse">The body they may kill:</div> +<div class="verse">God's truth abideth still,</div> +<div class="vind2">His kingdom is forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Martin Luther, tr. by Frederick H. Hedge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>STRENGTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be strong to hope, O heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">Though day is bright,</div> +<div class="verse">The stars can only shine</div> +<div class="vind2">In the dark night.</div> +<div class="verse">Be strong, O heart of mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Look toward the light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be strong to bear, O heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing is vain:</div> +<div class="verse">Strive not, for life is care,</div> +<div class="vind2">And God sends pain.</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven is above, and there</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest will remain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be strong to love, O heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">Love knows not wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">Didst thou love creatures even,</div> +<div class="vind2">Life were not long;</div> +<div class="verse">Didst thou love God in heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wouldst be strong.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why comes temptation but for man to meet</div> +<div class="verse">And master and make crouch beneath his foot,</div> +<div class="verse">And so be pedestaled in triumph? Pray,</div> +<div class="verse">"Lead us into no such temptation, Lord!"</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, but, O thou whose servants are the bold,</div> +<div class="verse">Lead such temptations by the head and hair,</div> +<div class="verse">Reluctant dragons, up to who dares fight,</div> +<div class="verse">That so he may do battle and have praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">{17}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE JUST AND FEAR NOT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trim their words for pay:</div> +<div class="verse">In pleasant sunshine of pretense</div> +<div class="vind2">Let others bask their day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Guard thou the fact; though clouds of night</div> +<div class="vind2">Down on thy watch tower stoop:</div> +<div class="verse">Though thou shouldst see thine heart's delight</div> +<div class="vind2">Borne from thee by their swoop.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Face thou the wind. Though safer seem</div> +<div class="vind2">In shelter to abide:</div> +<div class="verse">We were not made to sit and dream:</div> +<div class="vind2">The safe must first be tried.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where God hath set His thorns about,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cry not, "The way is plain":</div> +<div class="verse">His path within for those without</div> +<div class="vind2">Is paved with toil and pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One fragment of His blessed Word,</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy spirit burned,</div> +<div class="verse">Is better than the whole half-heard</div> +<div class="vind2">And by thine interest turned.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Show thou thy light. If conscience gleam,</div> +<div class="vind2">Set not thy bushel down;</div> +<div class="verse">The smallest spark may send his beam</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er hamlet, tower, and town.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Woe, woe to him, on safety bent,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who creeps to age from youth,</div> +<div class="verse">Failing to grasp his life's intent</div> +<div class="vind2">Because he fears the truth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be true to every inmost thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And as thy thought, thy speech:</div> +<div class="verse">What thou hast not by suffering bought,</div> +<div class="vind2">Presume thou not to teach.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hold on, hold on—thou hast the rock,</div> +<div class="vind2">The foes are on the sand:</div> +<div class="verse">The first world tempest's ruthless shock</div> +<div class="vind2">Scatters their drifting strand:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While each wild gust the mist shall clear</div> +<div class="vind2">We now see darkly through,</div> +<div class="verse">And justified at last appear</div> +<div class="vind2">The true, in Him that's True.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Alford.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COURAGE DEFINED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The brave man is not he who feels no fear,</div> +<div class="verse">For that were stupid and irrational;</div> +<div class="verse">But he whose noble soul its fear subdues,</div> +<div class="verse">And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.</div> +<div class="verse">As for your youth whom blood and blows delight,</div> +<div class="verse">Away with them! there is not in their crew</div> +<div class="verse">One valiant spirit.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joanna Baillie.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DEMAND FOR COURAGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier art;</div> +<div class="verse">Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart</div> +<div class="verse">Thy two-edged weapon; patience is thy shield,</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field.</div> +<div class="verse">To be afraid to die, or wish for death,</div> +<div class="verse">Are words and passions of despairing breath.</div> +<div class="verse">Who doth the first the day doth faintly yield;</div> +<div class="verse">And who the second basely flies the field.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Quarles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When falls the hour of evil chance—</div> +<div class="vind2">And hours of evil chance will fall—</div> +<div class="verse">Strike, though with but a broken lance!</div> +<div class="vind2">Strike, though you have no lance at all!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shrink not, however great the odds;</div> +<div class="vind2">Shrink not, however dark the hour—</div> +<div class="verse">The barest possibility of good</div> +<div class="vind2">Demands your utmost power.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They are slaves who fear to speak</div> +<div class="verse">For the fallen and the weak;</div> +<div class="verse">They are slaves who will not choose</div> +<div class="verse">Hatred, scoffing and abuse,</div> +<div class="verse">Rather than in silence shrink</div> +<div class="verse">From the truth they needs must think;</div> +<div class="verse">They are slaves who dare not be</div> +<div class="verse">In the right with two or three.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">{18}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Courage, brother, do not stumble,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though thy path be dark as night;</div> +<div class="verse">There's a star to guide the humble—</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust in God and do the right.</div> +<div class="verse">Though the road be long and dreary,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the end be out of sight;</div> +<div class="verse">Foot it bravely, strong or weary—</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust in God and do the right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Perish "policy" and cunning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Perish all that fears the light;</div> +<div class="verse">Whether losing, whether winning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust in God and do the right.</div> +<div class="verse">Shun all forms of guilty passion,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fiends can look like angels bright;</div> +<div class="verse">Heed no custom, school, or fashion—</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust in God and do the right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some will hate thee, some will love thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some will flatter, some will slight;</div> +<div class="verse">Cease from man and look above thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust in God and do the right.</div> +<div class="verse">Simple rule and safest guiding—</div> +<div class="vind2">Inward peace and shining light—</div> +<div class="verse">Star upon our path abiding—</div> +<div class="vind2"><span class="smcap">Trust in God and do the Right</span>.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Norman Macleod.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE PRESENT CRISIS</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are living, we are dwelling, in a grand and awful time.</div> +<div class="verse">In an age on ages telling to be living is sublime.</div> +<div class="verse">Hark! the waking up of nations; Gog and Magog to the fray.</div> +<div class="verse">Hark! what soundeth? 'Tis creation groaning for its latter day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Will ye play, then, will ye dally, with your music and your wine?</div> +<div class="verse">Up! it is Jehovah's rally; God's own arm hath need of thine;</div> +<div class="verse">Hark! the onset! will ye fold your faith-clad arms in lazy lock?</div> +<div class="verse">Up! O up, thou drowsy soldier! Worlds are charging to the shock.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Worlds are charging—heaven beholding; thou hast but an hour to fight;</div> +<div class="verse">Now the blazoned cross unfolding, on, right onward for the right!</div> +<div class="verse">On! let all the soul within you for the truth's sake go abroad!</div> +<div class="verse">Strike! let every nerve and sinew tell on ages; tell for God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur Cleveland Coxe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BRAVERY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We will speak on; we will be heard;</div> +<div class="vind2">Though all earth's systems crack,</div> +<div class="verse">We will not bate a single word,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor take a letter back.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We speak the truth; and what care we</div> +<div class="vind2">For hissing and for scorn</div> +<div class="verse">While some faint gleaming we can see</div> +<div class="vind2">Of Freedom's coming morn!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let liars fear; let cowards shrink;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let traitors turn away;</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever we have dared to think,</div> +<div class="vind2">That dare we also say.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NO ENEMIES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He has no enemies, you say?</div> +<div class="vind2">My friend, your boast is poor;</div> +<div class="verse">He who hath mingled in the fray</div> +<div class="vind2">Of duty, that the brave endure,</div> +<div class="verse">Must have made foes. If he has none</div> +<div class="verse">Small is the work that he has done.</div> +<div class="verse">He has hit no traitor on the hip;</div> +<div class="verse">He has cast no cup from tempted lip;</div> +<div class="verse">He has never turned the wrong to right;</div> +<div class="verse">He has been a coward in the fight.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One deed may mar a life,</div> +<div class="vind2">And one can make it.</div> +<div class="verse">Hold firm thy will for strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lest a quick blow break it!</div> +<div class="verse">Even now from far, on viewless wing,</div> +<div class="verse">Hither speeds the nameless thing</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall put thy spirit to the test.</div> +<div class="verse">Haply or e'er yon sinking sun</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall drop behind the purple West</div> +<div class="verse">All shall be lost—or won!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In spite of sorrow, loss, and pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our course be onward still;</div> +<div class="verse">We sow on Burmah's barren plain,</div> +<div class="vind2">We reap on Zion's hill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adoniram Judson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I find no foeman in the road but Fear.</div> +<div class="verse">To doubt is failure and to dare success.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">{19}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DARE TO DO RIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">You have a work that no other can do,</div> +<div class="verse">Do it so bravely, so kindly, so well,</div> +<div class="verse">Angels will hasten the story to tell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">Other men's failures can never save you;</div> +<div class="verse">Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith;</div> +<div class="verse">Stand like a hero, and battle till death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">God, who created you, cares for you too;</div> +<div class="verse">Treasures the tears that his striving ones shed,</div> +<div class="verse">Counts and protects every hair of your head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">Keep the great judgment-seat always in view;</div> +<div class="verse">Look at your work as you'll look at it then—</div> +<div class="verse">Scanned by Jehovah, and angels, and men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">Cannot Omnipotence carry you through?</div> +<div class="verse">City, and mansion, and throne all in sight—</div> +<div class="verse">Can you not dare to be true and do right?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to do right! dare to be true!</div> +<div class="verse">Prayerfully, lovingly, firmly pursue</div> +<div class="verse">The path by apostles and martyrs once trod,</div> +<div class="verse">The path of the just to the city of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Lansing Taylor.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PLUCK WINS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pluck wins! It always wins! though days be slow,</div> +<div class="verse">And nights be dark 'twixt days that come and go,</div> +<div class="verse">Still pluck will win; its average is sure,</div> +<div class="verse">He gains the prize who will the most endure;</div> +<div class="verse">Who faces issues; he who never shirks;</div> +<div class="verse">Who waits and watches, and who always works.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE NEVER DISCOURAGED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be never discouraged!</div> +<div class="vind2">Look up and look on;</div> +<div class="verse">When the prospect is darkest</div> +<div class="vind2">The cloud is withdrawn.</div> +<div class="verse">The shadows that blacken</div> +<div class="vind2">The earth and the sky,</div> +<div class="verse">Speak to the strong-hearted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Salvation is nigh.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be never discouraged!</div> +<div class="vind2">If you would secure</div> +<div class="verse">The earth's richest blessings,</div> +<div class="vind2">And make heaven sure,</div> +<div class="verse">Yield not in the battle,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor quail in the blast;</div> +<div class="verse">The brave and unyielding</div> +<div class="vind2">Win nobly at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be never discouraged!</div> +<div class="vind2">By day and by night</div> +<div class="verse">Have glory in prospect</div> +<div class="vind2">And wisdom in sight;</div> +<div class="verse">Undaunted and faithful,</div> +<div class="vind2">You never will fail,</div> +<div class="verse">Though kingdoms oppose you</div> +<div class="vind2">And devils assail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—D. C. Colesworthy.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NEVER SAY FAIL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Keep pushing—'tis wiser than sitting aside</div> +<div class="verse">And dreaming and sighing and waiting the tide.</div> +<div class="verse">In life's earnest battle they only prevail</div> +<div class="verse">Who daily march onward, and never say fail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With an eye ever open, a tongue that's not dumb,</div> +<div class="verse">And a heart that will never to sorrow succumb,</div> +<div class="verse">You'll battle—and conquer, though thousands assail;</div> +<div class="verse">How strong and how mighty, who never say fail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In life's rosy morning, in manhood's firm pride,</div> +<div class="verse">Let this be the motto your footsteps to guide:</div> +<div class="verse">In storm and in sunshine, whatever assail,</div> +<div class="verse">We'll onward and conquer, and never say fail.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">{20}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONLY ONE WAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">However the battle is ended,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though proudly the victor comes,</div> +<div class="verse">With fluttering flags and prancing nags</div> +<div class="vind2">And echoing roll of drums,</div> +<div class="verse">Still truth proclaims this motto,</div> +<div class="vind2">In letters of living light:</div> +<div class="verse">No question is ever settled</div> +<div class="vind2">Until it is settled right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though the heel of the strong oppressor</div> +<div class="vind2">May grind the weak in the dust,</div> +<div class="verse">And the voices of fame with one acclaim</div> +<div class="vind2">May call him great and just,</div> +<div class="verse">Let those who applaud take warning,</div> +<div class="vind2">And keep this motto in sight:</div> +<div class="verse">No question is ever settled</div> +<div class="vind2">Until it is settled right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let those who have failed take courage;</div> +<div class="vind2">Though the enemy seemed to have won,</div> +<div class="verse">Though his ranks are strong, if in the wrong</div> +<div class="vind2">The battle is not yet done.</div> +<div class="verse">For, sure as the morning follows</div> +<div class="vind2">The darkest hour of the night,</div> +<div class="verse">No question is ever settled</div> +<div class="vind2">Until it is settled right.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FORTITUDE AMID TRIALS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, never from thy tempted heart</div> +<div class="verse">Let thine integrity depart!</div> +<div class="verse">When Disappointment fills thy cup,</div> +<div class="verse">Undaunted, nobly drink it up;</div> +<div class="verse">Truth will prevail and Justice show</div> +<div class="verse">Her tardy honors, sure, though slow.</div> +<div class="vind6">Bear on—bear bravely on!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bear on! Our life is not a dream,</div> +<div class="verse">Though often such its mazes seem;</div> +<div class="verse">We were not born for lives of ease,</div> +<div class="verse">Ourselves alone to aid and please.</div> +<div class="verse">To each a daily task is given,</div> +<div class="verse">A labor which shall fit for Heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">When Duty calls, let Love grow warm;</div> +<div class="verse">Amid the sunshine and the storm,</div> +<div class="verse">With Faith life's trials boldly breast,</div> +<div class="verse">And come a conqueror to thy rest.</div> +<div class="vind6">Bear on—bear bravely on!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He that feeds men serveth few;</div> +<div class="verse">He serves all who dares be true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PLUCK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be firm. One constant element in luck</div> +<div class="verse">Is genuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck.</div> +<div class="verse">See yon tall shaft? It felt the earthquake's thrill,</div> +<div class="verse">Clung to its base, and greets the sunlight still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip,</div> +<div class="verse">But only crow-bars loose the bulldog's grip;</div> +<div class="verse">Small as he looks, the jaw that never yields</div> +<div class="verse">Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, in opinions look not always back;</div> +<div class="verse">Your wake is nothing,—mind the coming track;</div> +<div class="verse">Leave what you've done for what you have to do,</div> +<div class="verse">Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Wendell Holmes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do thy little; do it well;</div> +<div class="verse">Do what right and reason tell;</div> +<div class="verse">Do what wrong and sorrow claim:</div> +<div class="verse">Conquer sin and cover shame.</div> +<div class="verse">Do thy little, though it be</div> +<div class="verse">Dreariness and drudgery;</div> +<div class="verse">They whom Christ apostles made</div> +<div class="verse">Gathered fragments when he bade.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is the work difficult?</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus directs thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Is the path dangerous?</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus protects thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fear not and falter not;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let the word cheer thee:</div> +<div class="verse">All through the coming year</div> +<div class="vind2">He will be near thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Well to suffer is divine.</div> +<div class="verse">Pass the watchword down the line</div> +<div class="vind2">Pass the countersign, Endure!</div> +<div class="verse">Not to him who rashly dares,</div> +<div class="verse">But to him who nobly bears,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the victor's garland sure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">{21}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thou canst plan a noble deed</div> +<div class="verse">And never flag till thou succeed,</div> +<div class="verse">Though in the strife thy heart shall bleed,</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever obstacles control,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine hour will come; go on, true soul!</div> +<div class="verse">Thou'lt win the prize; thou'lt reach the goal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I honor the man who is willing to sink</div> +<div class="verse">Half his present repute for freedom to think;</div> +<div class="verse">And when he has that, be his cause strong or weak,</div> +<div class="verse">Will risk t'other half for freedom to speak.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The word is great, and no deed is greater</div> +<div class="vind2">When both are of God, to follow or lead;</div> +<div class="verse">But alas! for the truth when the word comes later,</div> +<div class="vind2">With questioned steps, to sustain the deed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stand upright, speak thy thought, declare</div> +<div class="vind2">The truth thou hast that all may share;</div> +<div class="verse">Be bold, proclaim it everywhere;</div> +<div class="vind2">They only live who dare.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lewis Morris.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no duty patent in the world</div> +<div class="verse">Like daring try be good and true myself,</div> +<div class="verse">Leaving the shows of things to the Lord of show</div> +<div class="verse">And Prince o' the power of the air.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tender-handed stroke a nettle,</div> +<div class="verse">And it stings you for your pains;</div> +<div class="verse">Grasp it like a man of mettle,</div> +<div class="vind2">And it soft as silk remains.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Aaron Hill (1685-1750).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On the red rampart's slippery swell,</div> +<div class="verse">With heart that beat a charge, he fell</div> +<div class="vind2">Foeward, as fits a man;</div> +<div class="verse">But the high soul burns on to light men's feet</div> +<div class="verse">Where death for noble ends makes dying sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask that Thou shalt front the fray.</div> +<div class="vind2">And drive the warring foeman from my sight:</div> +<div class="verse">I only ask, O Lord, by night, by day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Strength for the fight!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No coward soul is mine,</div> +<div class="verse">No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;</div> +<div class="verse">I see Heaven's glories shine,</div> +<div class="vind2">And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Emily Brontë.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">You will find that luck</div> +<div class="vind2">Is only pluck</div> +<div class="verse">To try things over and over;</div> +<div class="vind2">Patience and skill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Courage and will,</div> +<div class="verse">Are the four leaves of luck's clover.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">The chivalry</div> +<div class="verse">That dares the right and disregards alike</div> +<div class="verse">The yea and nay o' the world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God has his best things for the few</div> +<div class="vind2">Who dare to stand the test;</div> +<div class="verse">He has his second choice for those</div> +<div class="vind2">Who will not have his best.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie;</div> +<div class="verse">A fault which needs it most grows two thereby.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr/> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">{22}</a></span></p> + +<h2>INDEPENDENCE</h2> + +<h3>MANHOOD, FIRMNESS, EARNESTNESS, RESOLUTION</h3> + + +<h4>WANTED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God give us men! A time like this demands</div> +<div class="verse">Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands;</div> +<div class="verse">Men whom the lust of office does not kill;</div> +<div class="vind2">Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;</div> +<div class="verse">Men who possess opinions and a will;</div> +<div class="vind2">Men who have honor—men who will not lie.</div> +<div class="verse">Men who can stand before a demagogue</div> +<div class="vind2">And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking;</div> +<div class="verse">Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog</div> +<div class="vind2">In public duty and in private thinking;</div> +<div class="verse">For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds,</div> +<div class="verse">Their large professions and their little deeds,</div> +<div class="verse">Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps,</div> +<div class="verse">Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josiah Gilbert Holland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By thine own soul's law learn to live,</div> +<div class="vind2">And if men thwart thee take no heed;</div> +<div class="verse">And if men hate thee have no care;</div> +<div class="vind2">Sing thou thy song, and do thy deed;</div> +<div class="verse">Hope thou thy hope, and pray thy prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And claim no crown they will not give,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor bays they grudge thee for thy hair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Keep thou thy soul-won, steadfast oath,</div> +<div class="vind2">And to thy heart be true thy heart;</div> +<div class="verse">What thy soul teaches learn to know,</div> +<div class="vind2">And play out thine appointed part,</div> +<div class="verse">And thou shalt reap as thou shalt sow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor helped nor hardened in thy growth,</div> +<div class="verse">To thy full stature thou shalt grow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fix on the future's goal thy face,</div> +<div class="vind2">And let thy feet be lured to stray</div> +<div class="verse">Nowhither, but be swift to run,</div> +<div class="vind2">And nowhere tarry by the way,</div> +<div class="verse">Until at last the end is won,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou mayst look back from thy place</div> +<div class="verse">And see thy long day's journey done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Pakenham Beatty.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LORD OF HIMSELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How happy is he born and taught</div> +<div class="vind2">That serveth not another's will;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose armor is his honest thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And simple truth his utmost skill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whose passions not his masters are,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose soul is still prepared for death;</div> +<div class="verse">Not tied unto the world with care</div> +<div class="vind2">Of public fame or private breath.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who envies none that chance doth raise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or vice; who never understood</div> +<div class="verse">How deepest wounds are given by praise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor rules of state but rules of good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who hath his life from rumors freed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose conscience is his strong retreat;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose state can neither flatterers feed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor ruin make accusers great.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who God doth late and early pray</div> +<div class="vind2">More of his grace than gifts to lend;</div> +<div class="verse">And entertains the harmless day</div> +<div class="vind2">With a well-chosen book or friend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This man is freed from servile bands,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of hope to rise or fear to fall;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord of himself, though not of lands,</div> +<div class="vind2">And having nothing, yet hath all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wotton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">High above hate I dwell;</div> +<div class="verse">O storms, farewell!</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">{23}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>UNCONQUERED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Out of the night that covers me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Black as the pit from pole to pole,</div> +<div class="verse">I thank whatever gods may be</div> +<div class="vind2">For my unconquerable soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beyond this place of wrath and tears</div> +<div class="vind2">Looms but the horror of the shade,</div> +<div class="verse">And yet the menace of the years</div> +<div class="vind2">Finds and shall find me unafraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the fell clutch of circumstance</div> +<div class="vind2">I have not winced nor cried aloud;</div> +<div class="verse">Under the bludgeonings of chance</div> +<div class="vind2">My head is bloody, but unbowed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters not how strait the gate,</div> +<div class="vind2">How charged with punishments the scroll;</div> +<div class="verse">I am the master of my fate,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am the captain of my soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Ernest Henley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RELIGION AND DOCTRINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He stood before the Sanhedrim:</div> +<div class="verse">The scowling rabbis gazed at him.</div> +<div class="verse">He recked not of their praise or blame;</div> +<div class="verse">There was no fear, there was no shame,</div> +<div class="verse">For one upon whose dazzled eyes</div> +<div class="verse">The whole world poured its vast surprise.</div> +<div class="verse">The open heaven was far too near</div> +<div class="verse">His first day's light too sweet and clear,</div> +<div class="verse">To let him waste his new-gained ken</div> +<div class="verse">On the hate-clouded face of men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But still they questioned, Who art thou?</div> +<div class="verse">What hast thou been? What art thou now?</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art not he who yesterday</div> +<div class="verse">Sat here and begged beside the way,</div> +<div class="verse">For he was blind.</div> +<div class="vind10">"<i>And I am he;</i></div> +<div class="verse"><i>For I was blind, but now I see.</i>"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He told the story o'er and o'er;</div> +<div class="verse">It was his full heart's only lore;</div> +<div class="verse">A prophet on the Sabbath day</div> +<div class="verse">Had touched his sightless eyes with clay,</div> +<div class="verse">And made him see who had been blind,</div> +<div class="verse">Their words passed by him like the wind</div> +<div class="verse">Which raves and howls, but cannot shock</div> +<div class="verse">The hundred-fathom-rooted rock.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Their threats and fury all went wide;</div> +<div class="verse">They could not touch his Hebrew pride.</div> +<div class="verse">Their sneers at Jesus and his band,</div> +<div class="verse">Nameless and homeless in the land,</div> +<div class="verse">Their boasts of Moses and his Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">All could not change him by one word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"<i>I know not what this man may be,</i></div> +<div class="verse"><i>Sinner or saint; but as for me</i></div> +<div class="verse"><i>One thing I know: that I am he</i></div> +<div class="verse"><i>Who once was blind, and now I see.</i>"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They were all doctors of renown,</div> +<div class="verse">The great men of a famous town</div> +<div class="verse">With deep brows, wrinkled, broad, and wise</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath their wide phylacteries;</div> +<div class="verse">The wisdom of the East was theirs,</div> +<div class="verse">And honor crowned their silvery hairs.</div> +<div class="verse">The man they jeered, and laughed to scorn</div> +<div class="verse">Was unlearned, poor, and humbly born;</div> +<div class="verse">But he knew better far than they</div> +<div class="verse">What came to him that Sabbath day;</div> +<div class="verse">And what the Christ had done for him</div> +<div class="verse">He knew, and not the Sanhedrim.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Hay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE OLD STOIC</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Riches I hold in light esteem,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Love I laugh to scorn;</div> +<div class="verse">And lust of fame was but a dream,</div> +<div class="vind2">That vanished with the morn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, if I pray, the only prayer</div> +<div class="vind2">That moves my lips for me</div> +<div class="verse">Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,</div> +<div class="vind2">And give me liberty!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, as my swift days near their goal,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis all that I implore,</div> +<div class="verse">In life and death a chainless soul</div> +<div class="vind2">And courage to endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Emily Brontë.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Keep to the right, within and without,</div> +<div class="vind2">With stranger and pilgrim and friend;</div> +<div class="verse">Keep to the right and you need have no doubt</div> +<div class="vind2">That all will be well in the end.</div> +<div class="verse">Keep to the right in whatever you do,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor claim but your own on the way;</div> +<div class="verse">Keep to the right, and hold on to the true,</div> +<div class="vind2">From the morn to the close of life's day!</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">{24}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FOR A' THAT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is there for honest poverty</div> +<div class="vind2">That hangs his head, and a' that?</div> +<div class="verse">The coward slave, we pass him by,</div> +<div class="vind2">We dare be poor for a' that;</div> +<div class="vind2">For a' that and a' that;</div> +<div class="vind2">Our toils obscure and a' that;</div> +<div class="verse">The rank is but the guinea-stamp,</div> +<div class="vind2">The man's the gowd for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though on hamely fare we dine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wear hodden gray, and a' that:</div> +<div class="verse">Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,</div> +<div class="vind2">A man's a man for a' that;</div> +<div class="vind2">For a' that and a' that,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their tinsel show, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The honest man, though e'er sae poor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is king o' men, for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">You see yon birkie ca'd a lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wha struts and stares, and a' that:</div> +<div class="verse">Though hundreds worship at his word</div> +<div class="vind2">He's but a coof for a' that.</div> +<div class="vind2">For a' that and a' that,</div> +<div class="vind2">His riband, star, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The man of independent mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">He looks and laughs at a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A prince can mak a belted knight,</div> +<div class="vind2">A marquis, duke, and a' that;</div> +<div class="verse">But an honest man's aboon his might,</div> +<div class="vind2">Guid faith, he mauna fa' that,</div> +<div class="vind2">For a' that and a' that,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their dignities, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The pith of sense and pride o' worth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are higher ranks than a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then let us pray that come it may,</div> +<div class="vind2">As come it will, for a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">That sense and worth o'er a' the earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">May bear the gree and a' that;</div> +<div class="vind2">For a' that and a' that,</div> +<div class="vind2">It's comin' yet for a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">That man to man, the warld o'er,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall brothers be, for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Burns.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stone walls do not a prison make,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor iron bars a cage;</div> +<div class="verse">Minds innocent and quiet take</div> +<div class="vind2">That for a hermitage;</div> +<div class="verse">If I have freedom in my love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in my soul am free,</div> +<div class="verse">Angels alone, that soar above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Enjoy such liberty.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Lovelace.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT"</h4> + +<p class="center noind">(A new song to an old tune.)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"A man's a man," says Robert Burns,</div> +<div class="vind2">"For a' that and a' that";</div> +<div class="verse">But though the song be clear and strong</div> +<div class="vind2">It lacks a note for a' that.</div> +<div class="verse">The lout who'd shirk his daily work,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet claim his wage and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">Or beg when he might earn his bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is <i>not</i> a man for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If all who "dine on homely fare"</div> +<div class="vind2">Were true and brave and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">And none whose garb is "hodden gray"</div> +<div class="vind2">Was fool or knave and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The vice and crime that shame our time</div> +<div class="vind2">Would disappear and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">And plowmen be as great as kings,</div> +<div class="vind2">And churls as earls for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But 'tis not so; yon brawny fool,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who swaggers, swears, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">And thinks because his strong right arm</div> +<div class="vind2">Might fell an ox, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">That he's as noble, man for man,</div> +<div class="vind2">As duke or lord, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">Is but an animal at best</div> +<div class="vind2">But <i>not</i> a man for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A man may own a large estate,</div> +<div class="vind2">Have palace, park, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">And not for birth, but honest worth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thrice a man for a' that.</div> +<div class="verse">And Sawnie, herding on the moor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who beats his wife and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">Is nothing but a brutal boor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor half a man for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It comes to this, dear Robert Burns,</div> +<div class="vind2">The truth is old, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The rank <i>is</i> but the guinea's stamp,</div> +<div class="vind2">The man's the gowd for a' that.</div> +<div class="verse">And though you'd put the self-same mark</div> +<div class="vind2">On copper, brass, and a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">The lie is gross, the cheat is plain,</div> +<div class="vind2">And will not pass for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"For a' that and a' that"</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis soul and heart and a' that</div> +<div class="verse">That makes a king a gentleman,</div> +<div class="vind2">And not his crown for a' that.</div> +<div class="verse">And whether he be rich or poor</div> +<div class="vind2">The best is he, for a' that,</div> +<div class="verse">Who stands erect in self-respect,</div> +<div class="vind2">And acts the man for a' that.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">{25}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ESSE QUAM VIDERI</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The knightly legend on thy shield betrays</div> +<div class="vind2">The moral of thy life; a forecast wise,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that large honor that deceit defies,</div> +<div class="verse">Inspired thy fathers in the elder days,</div> +<div class="verse">Who decked thy scutcheon with that sturdy phrase,</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>To be, rather than seem.</i> As eve's red skies</div> +<div class="vind2">Surpass the morning's rosy prophecies,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy life to that proud boast its answer pays,</div> +<div class="verse">Scorning thy faith and purpose to defend.</div> +<div class="vind2">The ever-mutable multitude at last</div> +<div class="verse">Will hail the power they did not comprehend—</div> +<div class="verse">Thy fame will broaden through the centuries;</div> +<div class="vind2">As, storm and billowy tumult overpast,</div> +<div class="verse">The moon rules calmly o'er the conquered seas.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Hay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HIGHER LAW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man was not made for forms, but forms for man,</div> +<div class="vind2">And there are times when law itself must bend</div> +<div class="verse">To that clear spirit always in the van,</div> +<div class="vind2">Outspeeding human justice. In the end</div> +<div class="verse">Potentates, not humanity, must fall.</div> +<div class="vind2">Water will find its level, fire will burn,</div> +<div class="verse">The winds must blow around the earthly ball,</div> +<div class="vind2">The earthly ball by day and night must turn;</div> +<div class="verse">Freedom is typed in every element,</div> +<div class="vind2">Man must be free, if not through law, why then</div> +<div class="verse">Above the law, until its force be spent</div> +<div class="vind2">And justice brings a better. But, O, when,</div> +<div class="verse">Father of Light, when shall the reckoning come</div> +<div class="verse">To lift the weak, and strike the oppressor dumb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christopher Pearse Cranch.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What I am, what I am not, in the eye</div> +<div class="verse">Of the world, is what I never cared for much.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I RESOLVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To keep my health;</div> +<div class="verse">To do my work;</div> +<div class="verse">To live;</div> +<div class="verse">To see to it that I grow and gain and give;</div> +<div class="verse">Never to look behind me for an hour;</div> +<div class="verse">To wait in meekness, and to walk in power;</div> +<div class="verse">But always fronting onward, to the light,</div> +<div class="verse">Always and always facing toward the right.</div> +<div class="verse">Robbed, starved, defeated, fallen, wide-astray—</div> +<div class="verse">On, with what strength I have—</div> +<div class="verse">Back to the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Perkins Stetson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IN MYSELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask for any crown</div> +<div class="vind2">But that which all may win;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor try to conquer any world</div> +<div class="vind2">Except the one within.</div> +<div class="verse">Be thou my guide until I find</div> +<div class="vind2">Led by a tender hand,</div> +<div class="verse">The happy kingdom in myself</div> +<div class="vind2">And dare to take command.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Louisa May Alcott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIDE NOT THY HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is my creed,</div> +<div class="verse">This is my deed:</div> +<div class="verse">"Hide not thy heart!"</div> +<div class="verse">Soon we depart;</div> +<div class="verse">Mortals are all;</div> +<div class="vind2">A breath, then the pall;</div> +<div class="verse">A flash on the dark—</div> +<div class="verse">All's done—stiff and stark.</div> +<div class="verse">No time for a lie;</div> +<div class="verse">The truth, and then die.</div> +<div class="verse">Hide not thy heart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forth with thy thought!</div> +<div class="verse">Soon 'twill be naught,</div> +<div class="verse">And thou in thy tomb.</div> +<div class="verse">Now is air, now is room.</div> +<div class="verse">Down with false shame;</div> +<div class="verse">Reck not of fame;</div> +<div class="verse">Dread not man's spite;</div> +<div class="verse">Quench not thy light.</div> +<div class="verse">This be thy creed,</div> +<div class="verse">This be thy deed:</div> +<div class="verse">"Hide not thy heart!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">{26}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If God is, he made</div> +<div class="verse">Sunshine and shade,</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven and hell;</div> +<div class="verse">This we know well.</div> +<div class="verse">Dost thou believe?</div> +<div class="verse">Do not deceive;</div> +<div class="verse">Scorn not thy faith—</div> +<div class="verse">If 'tis a wraith</div> +<div class="verse">Soon it will fly.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou who must die,</div> +<div class="verse">Hide not thy heart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is my creed,</div> +<div class="verse">This be my deed:</div> +<div class="verse">Faith, or a doubt,</div> +<div class="verse">I shall speak out—</div> +<div class="verse">And hide not my heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A GENTLEMAN</h4> + +<p class="center noind">(Psa. <span class="smcap">xv.</span>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis he whose every thought and deed</div> +<div class="vind2">By rule of virtue moves;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose generous tongue disdains to speak</div> +<div class="vind2">The thing his heart disproves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who never did a slander forge</div> +<div class="vind2">His neighbor's fame to wound;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor hearken to a false report</div> +<div class="vind2">By malice whispered round.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who vice in all its pomp and power</div> +<div class="vind2">Can treat with just neglect;</div> +<div class="verse">And piety, though clothed in rags,</div> +<div class="vind2">Religiously respect.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who to his plighted word of truth</div> +<div class="vind2">Has ever firmly stood;</div> +<div class="verse">And, though he promised to his loss,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still makes his promise good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whose soul in usury disdains</div> +<div class="vind2">His treasure to employ;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom no reward can ever bribe</div> +<div class="vind2">The guiltless to destroy.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hold it as a changeless law,</div> +<div class="vind2">From which no soul can sway or swerve,</div> +<div class="verse">We have that in us which will draw</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er we need or most deserve.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE TRUE THYSELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou must be true thyself</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou the truth wouldst teach;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy soul must overflow if thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Another's soul wouldst reach.</div> +<div class="verse">It needs the overflow of heart</div> +<div class="vind2">To give the lips full speech.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think truly, and thy thoughts</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall the world's famine feed;</div> +<div class="verse">Speak truly, and each word of thine</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be a fruitful seed;</div> +<div class="verse">Live truly, and thy life shall be</div> +<div class="vind2">A great and noble creed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Keep pure thy soul!</div> +<div class="verse">Then shalt thou take the whole</div> +<div class="verse">Of delight;</div> +<div class="verse">Then, without a pang,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine shall be all of beauty whereof the poet sang—</div> +<div class="verse">The perfume and the pageant, the melody, the mirth,</div> +<div class="verse">Of the golden day and the starry night;</div> +<div class="verse">Of heaven and of earth.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, keep pure thy soul!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Somebody did a golden deed;</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody proved a friend in need;</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody sang a beautiful song;</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody smiled the whole daylong;</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody thought, "'Tis sweet to live."</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody said, "I'm glad to give";</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody fought a valiant fight;</div> +<div class="verse">Somebody lived to shield the right;</div> +<div class="vind2">Was it you?</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then draw we nearer, day by day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each to his brethren, all to God;</div> +<div class="verse">Let the world take us as she may,</div> +<div class="vind2">We must not change our road;</div> +<div class="verse">Not wondering, though in grief, to find</div> +<div class="verse">The martyr's foe still keep her mind;</div> +<div class="verse">But fixed to hold Love's banner fast,</div> +<div class="verse">And by submission win at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Knowing, what all experience serves to show,</div> +<div class="verse">No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">{27}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be no imitator; freshly act thy part;</div> +<div class="vind2">Through this world be thou an independent ranger;</div> +<div class="verse">Better is the faith that springeth from thy heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Than a better faith belonging to a stranger.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">None but one can harm you,</div> +<div class="verse">None but yourself who are your greatest foe,</div> +<div class="verse">He that respects himself is safe from others,</div> +<div class="verse">He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And some innative weakness there must be</div> +<div class="verse">In him that condescends to victory</div> +<div class="verse">Such as the <i>present</i> gives, and cannot wait—</div> +<div class="verse">Safe in himself as in a fate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To be the thing we seem,</div> +<div class="verse">To do the thing we deem</div> +<div class="vind2">Enjoined by duty;</div> +<div class="verse">To walk in faith, nor dream</div> +<div class="verse">Of questioning God's scheme</div> +<div class="vind2">Of truth and beauty.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To live by law, acting the law we live by without fear,</div> +<div class="verse">And, because right is right, to follow right,</div> +<div class="verse">Were wisdom, in the scorn of consequence.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though love repine, and reason chafe,</div> +<div class="vind2">There came a voice without reply:</div> +<div class="verse">"'Tis man's perdition to be safe,</div> +<div class="vind2">When for the truth he ought to die."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whatever you are—be that;</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever you say—be true;</div> +<div class="vind2">Straightforwardly act—</div> +<div class="vind2">Be honest—in fact</div> +<div class="verse">Be nobody else but you.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thou <i>hast</i> something, bring thy goods;</div> +<div class="vind2">A fair exchange be thine!</div> +<div class="verse">If thou <i>art</i> something, bring thy soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">And interchange with mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Schiller, tr. by Edward Bulwer Lytton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">However others act toward thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Act thou toward them as seemeth right;</div> +<div class="verse">And whatsoever others be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou the child of love and light.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This above all: to thine own self be true,</div> +<div class="verse">And it must follow, as the night the day,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou canst not then be false to any man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My time is short enough at best,</div> +<div class="vind2">I push right onward while I may;</div> +<div class="verse">I open to the winds my breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">And walk the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in the clamor of the crowded street,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,</div> +<div class="verse">But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It becomes no man to nurse despair,</div> +<div class="verse">But in the teeth of clenched antagonisms</div> +<div class="verse">To follow up the worthiest till he die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 30%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">{28}</a></span></p> + +<h2>GREATNESS</h2> + +<h3>FAME, SUCCESS, PROGRESS, VICTORY</h3> + + +<h4>A GREAT MAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That man is great, and he alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Who serves a greatness not his own,</div> +<div class="vind2">For neither praise nor pelf;</div> +<div class="verse">Content to know and be unknown:</div> +<div class="vind2">Whole in himself.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strong is that man, he only strong,</div> +<div class="verse">To whose well-ordered will belong,</div> +<div class="vind2">For service and delight,</div> +<div class="verse">All powers that, in the face of Wrong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Establish Right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And free is he, and only he,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, from his tyrant passions free,</div> +<div class="vind2">By Fortune undismayed,</div> +<div class="verse">Hath power upon himself, to be</div> +<div class="vind2">By himself obeyed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If such a man there be, where'er</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath the sun and moon he fare,</div> +<div class="vind2">He cannot fare amiss;</div> +<div class="verse">Great Nature hath him in her care,</div> +<div class="vind2">Her cause is his;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who holds by everlasting law</div> +<div class="verse">Which neither chance nor change can flaw,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose steadfast course is one</div> +<div class="verse">With whatsoever forces draw</div> +<div class="vind2">The ages on;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who hath not bowed his honest head</div> +<div class="verse">To base Occasion; nor, in dread</div> +<div class="vind2">Of Duty, shunned her eye;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor truckled to loud times; nor wed</div> +<div class="vind2">His heart to a lie;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nor feared to follow, in the offense</div> +<div class="verse">Of false opinion, his own sense</div> +<div class="vind2">Of justice unsubdued;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor shrunk from any consequence</div> +<div class="vind2">Of doing good;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He looks his Angel in the face</div> +<div class="verse">Without a blush; nor heeds disgrace</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom naught disgraceful done</div> +<div class="verse">Disgraces. Who knows nothing base</div> +<div class="vind2">Fears nothing known.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not morseled out from day to day</div> +<div class="verse">In feverish wishes, nor the prey</div> +<div class="vind2">Of hours that have no plan,</div> +<div class="verse">His life is whole, to give away</div> +<div class="vind2">To God and man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For though he live aloof from ken,</div> +<div class="verse">The world's unwitnessed denizen,</div> +<div class="vind2">The love within him stirs</div> +<div class="verse">Abroad, and with the hearts of men</div> +<div class="vind2">His own confers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The judge upon the justice-seat;</div> +<div class="verse">The brown-backed beggar in the street;</div> +<div class="vind2">The spinner in the sun;</div> +<div class="verse">The reapers reaping in the wheat;</div> +<div class="vind2">The wan-cheeked nun</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In cloisters cold; the prisoner lean</div> +<div class="verse">In lightless den, the robèd queen;</div> +<div class="vind2">Even the youth who waits,</div> +<div class="verse">Hiding the knife, to glide unseen</div> +<div class="vind2">Between the gates—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He nothing human alien deems</div> +<div class="verse">Unto himself, nor disesteems</div> +<div class="vind2">Man's meanest claim upon him.</div> +<div class="verse">And where he walks the mere sunbeams</div> +<div class="vind2">Drop blessings on him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Because they know him Nature's friend,</div> +<div class="verse">One whom she doth delight to tend</div> +<div class="vind2">With loving kindness ever:</div> +<div class="verse">Helping and heartening to the end</div> +<div class="vind2">His high endeavor.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Bulwer Lytton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAME AND DUTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I do lest life in silence pass?</div> +<div class="vind2">"And if it do,</div> +<div class="verse">And never prompt the bray of noisy brass,</div> +<div class="vind2">What need'st thou rue?</div> +<div class="verse">Remember, aye the ocean-deeps are mute—</div> +<div class="vind2">The shallows roar;</div> +<div class="verse">Worth is the ocean—fame is but the bruit</div> +<div class="vind2">Along the shore."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">{29}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I do to be forever known?</div> +<div class="vind2">"Thy duty ever!"</div> +<div class="verse">This did full many who yet slept unknown.</div> +<div class="vind2">"O never, never!</div> +<div class="verse">Think'st thou perchance that they remain unknown</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom thou know'st not?</div> +<div class="verse">By angel trumps in heaven their praise is blown—</div> +<div class="vind2">Divine their lot."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I do, an heir of endless life?</div> +<div class="vind2">"Discharge aright</div> +<div class="verse">The simple dues with which each day is rife,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yea, with thy might.</div> +<div class="verse">Ere perfect scheme of action thou devise</div> +<div class="vind2">Will life be fled,</div> +<div class="verse">While he who ever acts as conscience cries,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall live, though dead."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann C. F. Schiller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOBLE LIVES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are hearts which never falter</div> +<div class="vind2">In the battle for the right;</div> +<div class="verse">There are ranks which never alter</div> +<div class="vind2">Watching through the darkest night;</div> +<div class="verse">And the agony of sharing</div> +<div class="vind2">In the fiercest of the strife</div> +<div class="verse">Only gives a nobler daring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only makes a grander life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are those who never weary</div> +<div class="vind2">Bearing suffering and wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">Though the way is long and dreary</div> +<div class="vind2">It is vocal with their song,</div> +<div class="verse">While their spirits in God's furnace,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bending to His gracious will,</div> +<div class="verse">Are fashioned in a purer mold</div> +<div class="vind2">By His loving, matchless skill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are those whose loving mission</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis to bind the bleeding heart;</div> +<div class="verse">And to teach a calm submission</div> +<div class="vind2">When the pain and sorrow smart.</div> +<div class="verse">They are angels, bearing to us</div> +<div class="vind2">Love's rich ministry of peace,</div> +<div class="verse">While the night is nearing to us</div> +<div class="vind2">When life's bitter trials cease.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are those who battle slander,</div> +<div class="vind2">Envy, jealousy and hate;</div> +<div class="verse">Who would rather die than pander</div> +<div class="vind2">To the passions of earth's great;</div> +<div class="verse">No earthly power can ever crush them,</div> +<div class="vind2">They dread not the tyrant's frown;</div> +<div class="verse">Fear or favor cannot hush them,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing bind their spirits down.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">These, these alone are truly great;</div> +<div class="verse">These are the conquerors of fate;</div> +<div class="verse">These truly live, they never die;</div> +<div class="verse">But, clothed with immortality,</div> +<div class="verse">When they lay their armor down</div> +<div class="verse">Shall enter and receive the crown.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HIGHER LIFE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To play through life a perfect part,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unnoticed and unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">To seek no rest in any heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Save only God alone;</div> +<div class="verse">In little things to own no will.</div> +<div class="vind2">To have no share in great;</div> +<div class="verse">To find the labor ready still</div> +<div class="vind2">And for the crown to wait.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Upon the brow to bear no trace</div> +<div class="vind2">Of more than common care;</div> +<div class="verse">To write no secret in the face</div> +<div class="vind2">For men to read it there;</div> +<div class="verse">The daily cross to clasp and bless</div> +<div class="vind2">With such familiar zeal</div> +<div class="verse">As hides from all that not the less</div> +<div class="vind2">The daily weight you feel;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In toils that praise will never pay,</div> +<div class="vind2">To see your life go past;</div> +<div class="verse">To meet in every coming day</div> +<div class="vind2">Twin sister of the last;</div> +<div class="verse">To hear of high heroic things,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yield them reverence due,</div> +<div class="verse">But feel life's daily sufferings</div> +<div class="vind2">Are far more fit for you;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To own no secret, soft disguise</div> +<div class="vind2">To which self-love is prone,</div> +<div class="verse">Unnoticed by all other eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unworthy in your own;</div> +<div class="verse">To yield with such a happy art,</div> +<div class="vind2">That no one thinks you care,</div> +<div class="verse">And say to your poor bleeding heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">"How little you can bear!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O 'tis a pathway hard to choose,</div> +<div class="vind2">A struggle hard to share;</div> +<div class="verse">For human pride would still refuse</div> +<div class="vind2">The nameless trials there.</div> +<div class="verse">But since we know the gate is low</div> +<div class="vind2">That leads to heavenly bliss,</div> +<div class="verse">What higher grace could God bestow</div> +<div class="vind2">Than such a life as this?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">{30}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOBILITY OF GOODNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My fairest child, I have no song to give you;</div> +<div class="verse">No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you,</div> +<div class="vind2">For every day.</div> +<div class="verse">Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;</div> +<div class="verse">Do noble things, not dream them all day long;</div> +<div class="verse">And so make life, death, and that vast forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">One grand, sweet song!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Kingsley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE GLORY OF FAILURE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We who have lost the battle</div> +<div class="vind2">To you who have fought and won:</div> +<div class="verse">Give ye good cheer and greeting!</div> +<div class="vind2">Stoutly and bravely done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Reach us a hand in passing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Comrades—and own the name!</div> +<div class="verse">Yours is the thrill and the laurel:</div> +<div class="vind2">Ours is the smart and shame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though we were nothing skillful,</div> +<div class="vind2">Pity us not nor scorn!</div> +<div class="verse">Send us a hail as hearty—</div> +<div class="vind2">"Stoutly and bravely borne!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Others may scorn or pity;</div> +<div class="vind2">You who are soldiers know.</div> +<div class="verse">Where was the joy of your battle</div> +<div class="vind2">Save in the grip with the foe?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Did we not stand to the conflict?</div> +<div class="vind2">Did we not fairly fall?</div> +<div class="verse">Is it your crowns ye care for?</div> +<div class="vind2">Nay, to have fought is all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Humbled and sore we watch you,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheerful and bruised and lamed.</div> +<div class="verse">Take the applause of the conquered—</div> +<div class="vind2">Conquered and unashamed!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alice Van Vliet.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He is brave whose tongue is silent</div> +<div class="verse">Of the trophies of his word.</div> +<div class="verse">He is great whose quiet bearing</div> +<div class="verse">Marks his greatness well assured.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LOSING SIDE</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Helmet and plume and saber, banner and lance and shield,</div> +<div class="verse">Scattered in sad confusion over the trampled field;</div> +<div class="verse">And the band of broken soldiers, with a weary, hopeless air,</div> +<div class="verse">With heads in silence drooping, and eyes of grim despair.</div> +<div class="verse">Like foam-flakes left on the drifting sand</div> +<div class="vind2">In the track of a falling tide,</div> +<div class="verse">On the ground where their cause has failed they stand,</div> +<div class="vind2">The last of the losing side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wisdom of age is vanquished, and generous hopes of youth,</div> +<div class="verse">Passion of faith and honor, fire of love and truth;</div> +<div class="verse">And the plans that seemed the fairest in the fight have not prevailed,</div> +<div class="verse">The keenest blades are broken, and the strongest arms have failed.</div> +<div class="verse">But souls that know not the breath of shame,</div> +<div class="vind2">And tongues that have never lied,</div> +<div class="verse">And the truest hearts, and the fairest fame,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are here—on the losing side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The conqueror's crown of glory is set with many a gem,</div> +<div class="verse">But I join not in their triumph—there are plenty to shout for <i>them;</i></div> +<div class="verse">The cause is the most applauded whose warriors gain the day,</div> +<div class="verse">And the world's best smiles are given to the victors in the fray.</div> +<div class="verse">But dearer to me is the darkened plain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the noblest dreams have died,</div> +<div class="verse">Where hopes have been shattered and heroes slain</div> +<div class="vind2">In the ranks of the losing side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur E. J. Legge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IO VICTIS</h4> + +<div class="poemwdd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life,</div> +<div class="verse">The hymn of the wounded and beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;</div> +<div class="verse">Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim</div> +<div class="verse">Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wore the chaplet of fame,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">{31}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary and broken in heart,</div> +<div class="verse">Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose youth bore no flower on its branches, whose hopes burned in ashes away,</div> +<div class="verse">From whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at, who stood at the dying of day</div> +<div class="verse">With the wreck of their life all around them, unpitied, unheeded, alone,</div> +<div class="verse">With death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While the voice of the world shouts its chorus—its pean for those who have won;</div> +<div class="verse">While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the sun</div> +<div class="verse">Glad banners are waving, hands clapping, and hurrying feet</div> +<div class="verse">Thronging after the laurel-crowned victors, I stand on the field of defeat,</div> +<div class="verse">In the shadow, with those who are fallen, and wounded, and dying, and there</div> +<div class="verse">Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their pain-knotted brows, breathe a prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, "They only the victory win,</div> +<div class="verse">Who have fought the good fight and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within;</div> +<div class="verse">Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high;</div> +<div class="verse">Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight—if need be, to die."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Speak, History! who are Life's victors? Unroll thy long annals and say,</div> +<div class="verse">Are they those whom the world called the victors? who won the success of a day?</div> +<div class="verse">The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans who fell at Thermopylæ's tryst,</div> +<div class="verse">Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges, or Socrates? Pilate, or Christ?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William M. Story.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He makes no friend who never made a foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TRUE KING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis not wealth that makes a king,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor the purple coloring;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor the brow that's bound with gold,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor gate on mighty hinges rolled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The king is he who, void of fear,</div> +<div class="verse">Looks abroad with bosom clear;</div> +<div class="verse">Who can tread ambition down,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor be swayed by smile or frown,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor for all the treasure cares,</div> +<div class="verse">That mine conceals or harvest wears,</div> +<div class="verse">Or that golden sands deliver</div> +<div class="verse">Bosomed in the glassy river.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall move his placid might?</div> +<div class="verse">Not the headlong thunder's light,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor all the shapes of slaughter's trade,</div> +<div class="verse">With onward lance or fiery blade.</div> +<div class="verse">Safe, with wisdom for his crown,</div> +<div class="verse">He looks on all things calmly down,</div> +<div class="verse">He welcomes Fate when Fate is near,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor taints his dying breath with fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No; to fear not earthly thing,</div> +<div class="verse">That it is that makes the king;</div> +<div class="verse">And all of us, whoe'er we be,</div> +<div class="verse">May carve us out that royalty.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Seneca, tr. by Leigh Hunt.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With comrade Duty, in the dark or day,</div> +<div class="vind2">To follow Truth—wherever it may lead;</div> +<div class="vind2">To hate all meanness, cowardice or greed;</div> +<div class="verse">To look for Beauty under common clay;</div> +<div class="verse">Our brothers' burden sharing, when they weep,</div> +<div class="vind2">But, if we fall, to bear defeat alone;</div> +<div class="vind2">To live in hearts that loved us, when we're gone</div> +<div class="verse">Beyond the twilight (till the morning break!)—to sleep—</div> +<div class="vind6">That is Success!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ernest Neal Lyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The common problem, yours, mine, every one's,</div> +<div class="verse">Is, not to fancy what were fair in life</div> +<div class="verse">Provided it could be, but, finding first</div> +<div class="verse">What may be, then find out how to make it fair</div> +<div class="verse">Up to our means; a very different thing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">{32}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BETTER THAN GOLD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than grandeur, better than gold,</div> +<div class="verse">Than rank and titles a thousandfold,</div> +<div class="verse">Is a healthy body, a mind at ease,</div> +<div class="verse">And simple pleasures that always please;</div> +<div class="verse">A heart that can feel for another's woe,</div> +<div class="verse">That has learned with love's deep fires to glow,</div> +<div class="verse">With sympathy large enough to enfold</div> +<div class="verse">All men as brothers, is better than gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than gold is a conscience clear,</div> +<div class="verse">Though toiling for bread in a humble sphere;</div> +<div class="verse">Doubly blest is content and health</div> +<div class="verse">Untried by the lusts and the cares of wealth.</div> +<div class="verse">Lowly living and lofty thought</div> +<div class="verse">Adorn and ennoble the poor man's cot;</div> +<div class="verse">For mind and morals in nature's plan</div> +<div class="verse">Are the genuine tests of the gentleman.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than gold is the sweet repose</div> +<div class="verse">Of the sons of toil when labors close;</div> +<div class="verse">Better than gold is the poor man's sleep</div> +<div class="verse">And the balm that drops on his slumbers deep.</div> +<div class="verse">Bring sleeping draughts to the downy bed,</div> +<div class="verse">Where luxury pillows its aching head;</div> +<div class="verse">The toiler a simple opiate deems</div> +<div class="verse">A shorter route to the land of dreams.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than gold is a thinking mind</div> +<div class="verse">That in the realm of books can find</div> +<div class="verse">A treasure surpassing Australian ore,</div> +<div class="verse">And live with the great and good of yore;</div> +<div class="verse">The sage's lore and the poet's lay;</div> +<div class="verse">The glories of empires passed away;</div> +<div class="verse">The world's great dream will thus unfold</div> +<div class="verse">And yield a pleasure better than gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than gold is a peaceful home,</div> +<div class="verse">Where all the fireside characters come,</div> +<div class="verse">The shrine of love, the heaven of life,</div> +<div class="verse">Hallowed by mother or by wife.</div> +<div class="verse">However humble the home may be,</div> +<div class="verse">Or tried with sorrow by heaven's decree,</div> +<div class="verse">The blessings that never were bought or sold</div> +<div class="verse">And center there, are better than gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Abram J. Ryan.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When success exalts thy lot</div> +<div class="verse">God for thy virtue lays a plot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MAXIMUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hold him great who, for Love's sake,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can give with generous, earnest will;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet he who takes for Love's sweet sake</div> +<div class="vind2">I think I hold more generous still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bow before the noble mind</div> +<div class="vind2">That freely some great wrong forgives;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet nobler is the one forgiven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who bears that burden well and lives.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be hard to gain, and still</div> +<div class="vind2">To keep a lowly, steadfast heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet he who loses has to fill</div> +<div class="vind2">A harder and a truer part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Glorious it is to wear the crown</div> +<div class="vind2">Of a deserved and pure success;</div> +<div class="verse">He who knows how to fail has won</div> +<div class="vind2">A crown whose luster is not less.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great may he be who can command</div> +<div class="vind2">And rule with just and tender sway;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet is Diviner wisdom taught</div> +<div class="vind2">Better by him who can obey.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blessed are those who die for God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And earn the martyr's crown of light;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet he who lives for God may be</div> +<div class="vind2">A greater conqueror in his sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great:</div> +<div class="verse">Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave,</div> +<div class="verse">Is but the more a fool, the more a knave.</div> +<div class="verse">Who noble ends by noble means obtains,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, failing, smiles in exile or in chains;</div> +<div class="verse">Like good Aurelius, let him reign, or bleed</div> +<div class="verse">Like Socrates—that man is great indeed.</div> +<div class="verse">One self-approving hour whole years outweighs</div> +<div class="verse">Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;</div> +<div class="verse">And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels,</div> +<div class="verse">Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though world on world in myriad myriads roll</div> +<div class="verse">Round us, each with different powers,</div> +<div class="verse">And other forms of life than ours,</div> +<div class="verse">What know we greater than the soul?</div> +<div class="verse">On God and Godlike men we build our trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">{33}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE GOOD, GREAT MAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How seldom, friend, a good, great man inherits</div> +<div class="vind2">Honor and wealth, with all his worth and pains!</div> +<div class="verse">It seems a story from the world of spirits</div> +<div class="verse">When any man obtains that which he merits,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or any merits that which he obtains.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For shame, my friend; renounce this idle strain!</div> +<div class="verse">What would'st thou have a good, great man obtain?</div> +<div class="verse">Wealth, title, dignity, a golden chain,</div> +<div class="verse">Or heap of corses which his sword hath slain?</div> +<div class="verse">Goodness and greatness are not means, but ends.</div> +<div class="verse">Hath he not always treasurer, always friends,</div> +<div class="verse">The great, good man? Three treasures—love, and light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And calm thoughts, equable as infants' breath;</div> +<div class="verse">And three fast friends, more sure than day or night—</div> +<div class="vind2">Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Taylor Coleridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE POEM OF THE UNIVERSE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The poem of the universe</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor rhythm has nor rhyme;</div> +<div class="verse">For God recites the wondrous song</div> +<div class="vind2">A stanza at a time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great deeds is he foredoomed to do—</div> +<div class="vind2">With Freedom's flag unfurled—</div> +<div class="verse">Who hears the echo of that song</div> +<div class="vind2">As it goes down the world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great words he is compelled to speak</div> +<div class="vind2">Who understands the song;</div> +<div class="verse">He rises up like fifty men,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fifty good men and strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A stanza for each century:</div> +<div class="vind2">Now heed it all who can!</div> +<div class="verse">Who hears it, he, and only he,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the elected man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Weldon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When faith is lost, when honor dies,</div> +<div class="vind2">The man is dead!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAILURE AND SUCCESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He fails who climbs to power and place</div> +<div class="verse">Up the pathway of disgrace.</div> +<div class="verse">He fails not who makes truth his cause,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor bends to win the crowd's applause.</div> +<div class="verse">He fails not, he who stakes his all</div> +<div class="verse">Upon the right, and dares to fall;</div> +<div class="verse">What though the living bless or blame,</div> +<div class="verse">For him the long success of fame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT DOES IT MATTER?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters little where I was born,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or if my parents were rich or poor;</div> +<div class="verse">Whether they shrunk at the cold world's scorn,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or walked in the pride of wealth secure.</div> +<div class="verse">But whether I live an honest man</div> +<div class="vind2">And hold my integrity firm in my clutch</div> +<div class="verse">I tell you, brother, as plain as I can,</div> +<div class="vind2">It matters much.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters little how long I stay</div> +<div class="vind2">In a world of sorrow, sin, and care;</div> +<div class="verse">Whether in youth I am called away</div> +<div class="vind2">Or live till my bones and pate are bare.</div> +<div class="verse">But whether I do the best I can</div> +<div class="vind2">To soften the weight of Adversity's touch</div> +<div class="verse">On the faded cheek of my fellow man,</div> +<div class="vind2">It matters much.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters little where be my grave—</div> +<div class="vind2">Or on the land or in the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">By purling brook or 'neath stormy wave,</div> +<div class="vind2">It matters little or naught to me;</div> +<div class="verse">But whether the Angel Death comes down,</div> +<div class="vind2">And marks my brow with his loving touch,</div> +<div class="verse">As one that shall wear the victor's crown,</div> +<div class="vind2">It matters much.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Noah Barker.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For I am 'ware it is the seed of act</div> +<div class="verse">God holds appraising in his hollow palm,</div> +<div class="verse">Not act grown great thence in the world below;</div> +<div class="verse">Leafage and branchage vulgar eyes admire.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">{34}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OBSCURE MARTYRS</h4> + +<p class="center noind">"The world knows nothing of its greatest men."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They have no place in storied page;</div> +<div class="vind2">No rest in marble shrine;</div> +<div class="verse">They are past and gone with a perished age,</div> +<div class="vind2">They died and "made no sign."</div> +<div class="verse">But work that shall find its wages yet,</div> +<div class="verse">And deeds that their God did not forget,</div> +<div class="vind2">Done for their love divine—</div> +<div class="verse">These were their mourners, and these shall be</div> +<div class="verse">The crowns of their immortality.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, seek them not where sleep the dead,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye shall not find their trace;</div> +<div class="verse">No graven stone is at their head,</div> +<div class="vind2">No green grass hides their face;</div> +<div class="verse">But sad and unseen is their silent grave;</div> +<div class="verse">It may be the sand or the deep sea wave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or a lonely desert place;</div> +<div class="verse">For they needed no prayers and no mourning-bell—</div> +<div class="verse">They were tombed in true hearts that knew them well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They healed sick hearts till theirs were broken,</div> +<div class="vind2">And dried sad eyes till theirs lost light;</div> +<div class="verse">We shall know at last by a certain token</div> +<div class="vind2">How they fought and fell in the fight.</div> +<div class="verse">Salt tears of sorrow unbeheld,</div> +<div class="verse">Passionate cries unchronicled,</div> +<div class="vind2">And silent strifes for the right—</div> +<div class="verse">Angels shall count them, and earth shall sigh</div> +<div class="verse">That she left her best children to battle and die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY BEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Before God's footstool to confess</div> +<div class="vind2">A poor soul knelt and bowed his head.</div> +<div class="vind2">"I failed," he wailed. The Master said,</div> +<div class="verse">"Thou did'st thy best—that is success."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Coyle.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Aspire, break bounds, I say;</div> +<div class="verse">Endeavor to be good and better still,</div> +<div class="verse">And best! Success is naught, endeavor's all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAILURE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He cast his net at morn where fishers toiled,</div> +<div class="vind2">At eve he drew it empty to the shore;</div> +<div class="verse">He took the diver's plunge into the sea,</div> +<div class="vind2">But thence within his hand no pearl he bore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He ran a race, but never reached his goal;</div> +<div class="vind2">He sped an arrow, but he missed his aim;</div> +<div class="verse">And slept at last beneath a simple stone,</div> +<div class="vind2">With no achievements carved about his name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Men called it failure; but for my own part</div> +<div class="vind2">I dare not use that word, for what if Heaven</div> +<div class="verse">Shall question, ere its judgment shall be read,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not, "Hast thou won?" but only, "Hast thou striven?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Kate Tucker Goode.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BEGGAR'S REVENGE</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The king's proud favorite at a beggar threw a stone.</div> +<div class="verse">He picked it up as if it had for alms been thrown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He bore it in his bosom long with bitter ache,</div> +<div class="verse">And sought his time revenge with that same stone to take.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One day he heard a street mob's hoarse, commingled cry:</div> +<div class="verse">The favorite comes!—but draws no more the admiring eye.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He rides an ass, from all his haughty state disgraced;</div> +<div class="verse">And by the rabble's mocking gibes his way is traced.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stone from out his bosom swift the beggar draws,</div> +<div class="verse">And flinging it away, exclaims: "A fool I was!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis madness to attack, when in his power, your foe,</div> +<div class="verse">And meanness then to strike when he has fallen low."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">{35}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A THOUGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hearts that are great beat never loud;</div> +<div class="vind2">They muffle their music, when they come;</div> +<div class="verse">They hurry away from the thronging crowd</div> +<div class="vind2">With bended brows and lips half dumb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And the world looks on and mutters—"Proud."</div> +<div class="vind2">But when great hearts have passed away,</div> +<div class="verse">Men gather in awe and kiss their shroud,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in love they kneel around their clay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hearts that are great are always lone;</div> +<div class="vind2">They never will manifest their best;</div> +<div class="verse">Their greatest greatness is unknown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth knows a little—God the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Abram J. Ryan.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS MONUMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He built a house, time laid it in the dust;</div> +<div class="vind2">He wrote a book, its title now forgot;</div> +<div class="vind2">He ruled a city, but his name is not</div> +<div class="verse">On any tablet graven, or where rust</div> +<div class="verse">Can gather from disuse, or marble bust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He took a child from out a wretched cot;</div> +<div class="verse">Who on the State dishonor might have brought;</div> +<div class="vind2">And reared him in the Christian's hope and trust.</div> +<div class="verse">The boy, to manhood grown, became a light</div> +<div class="vind2">To many souls and preached to human need</div> +<div class="verse">The wondrous love of the Omnipotent.</div> +<div class="verse">The work has multiplied like stars at night</div> +<div class="vind2">When darkness deepens; every noble deed</div> +<div class="verse">Lasts longer than a granite monument.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not the wall of stone without</div> +<div class="vind2">That makes a building small or great,</div> +<div class="verse">But the soul's light shining round about,</div> +<div class="verse">And the faith that overcometh doubt,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the love that stronger is than hate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE NOBLY BORN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who counts himself as nobly born</div> +<div class="vind2">Is noble in despite of place;</div> +<div class="verse">And honors are but brands to one</div> +<div class="vind2">Who wears them not with nature's grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The prince may sit with clown or churl</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor feel himself disgraced thereby;</div> +<div class="verse">But he who has but small esteem</div> +<div class="vind2">Husbands that little carefully.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, be thou peasant, be thou peer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Count it still more thou art thine own.</div> +<div class="verse">Stand on a larger heraldry</div> +<div class="vind2">Than that of nation or of zone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou not bid to knightly halls?</div> +<div class="vind2">Those halls have missed a courtly guest:</div> +<div class="verse">That mansion is not privileged</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is not open to the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give honor due when custom asks,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor wrangle for this lesser claim;</div> +<div class="verse">It is not to be destitute</div> +<div class="vind2">To have the thing without the name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, dost thou come of gentle blood,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disgrace not thy good company;</div> +<div class="verse">If lowly born, so bear thyself</div> +<div class="vind2">That gentle blood may come of thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strive not with pain to scale the height</div> +<div class="vind2">Of some fair garden's petty wall;</div> +<div class="verse">But climb the open mountain side</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose summit rises over all.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, for success, I ask no more than this:</div> +<div class="verse">To bear unflinching witness to the truth.</div> +<div class="verse">All true whole men succeed; for what is worth</div> +<div class="verse">Success's name unless it be the thought,</div> +<div class="verse">The inward surety, to have carried out</div> +<div class="verse">A noble purpose to a noble end,</div> +<div class="verse">Although it be the gallows or the block?</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis only Falsehood that doth ever need</div> +<div class="verse">These outward shows of gain to bolster her.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Greatly begin! though thou have time</div> +<div class="verse">But for a line, be that sublime—</div> +<div class="verse">Not failure, but low aim is crime.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">{36}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BURIAL OF MOSES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By Nebo's lonely mountain,</div> +<div class="vind2">On this side Jordan's wave,</div> +<div class="verse">In a vale in the land of Moab,</div> +<div class="vind2">There lies a lonely grave.</div> +<div class="verse">But no man dug that sepulchre,</div> +<div class="vind2">And no man saw it e'er;</div> +<div class="verse">For the angels of God upturned the sod,</div> +<div class="vind2">And laid the dead man there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That was the grandest funeral</div> +<div class="vind2">That ever passed on earth;</div> +<div class="verse">But no man heard the trampling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or saw the train go forth.</div> +<div class="verse">Noiselessly as the daylight</div> +<div class="vind2">Comes when the night is done,</div> +<div class="verse">And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek</div> +<div class="vind2">Grows into the great sun—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Noiselessly as the springtime</div> +<div class="vind2">Her crest of verdure weaves,</div> +<div class="verse">And all the trees on all the hills</div> +<div class="vind2">Open their thousand leaves—</div> +<div class="verse">So, without sound of music,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or voice of them that wept,</div> +<div class="verse">Silently down from the mountain crown</div> +<div class="vind2">The great procession swept.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Perchance some bald old eagle</div> +<div class="vind2">On gray Beth-peor's height,</div> +<div class="verse">Out of his rocky eyrie</div> +<div class="vind2">Looked on the wondrous sight.</div> +<div class="verse">Perchance some lion, stalking,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still shuns the hallowed spot,</div> +<div class="verse">For beast and bird have seen and heard</div> +<div class="vind2">That which man knoweth not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when the warrior dieth</div> +<div class="vind2">His comrades in the war,</div> +<div class="verse">With arms reversed and muffled drums</div> +<div class="vind2">Follow the funeral car;</div> +<div class="verse">They show the banners taken,</div> +<div class="vind2">They tell his battles won,</div> +<div class="verse">And after him lead his matchless steed</div> +<div class="vind2">While peals the minute gun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Amid the noblest of the land</div> +<div class="vind2">They lay the sage to rest;</div> +<div class="verse">And give the bard an honored place,</div> +<div class="vind2">With costly marble drest,</div> +<div class="verse">In the great minster's transept height,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where lights like glory fall,</div> +<div class="verse">While the sweet choir sings and the organ rings</div> +<div class="vind2">Along the emblazoned wall.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This was the bravest warrior</div> +<div class="vind2">That ever buckled sword;</div> +<div class="verse">This the most gifted poet</div> +<div class="vind2">That ever breathed a word;</div> +<div class="verse">And never earth's philosopher</div> +<div class="vind2">Traced, with his golden pen,</div> +<div class="verse">On the deathless page, truths half so sage</div> +<div class="vind2">As he wrote down for men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And had he not high honor?</div> +<div class="vind2">The hillside for his pall;</div> +<div class="verse">To lie in state while angels wait</div> +<div class="vind2">With stars for tapers tall;</div> +<div class="verse">And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Over his bier to wave;</div> +<div class="verse">And God's own hand, in that lonely land,</div> +<div class="vind2">To lay him in his grave;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In that deep grave without a name,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whence his uncoffined clay</div> +<div class="verse">Shall break again—most wondrous thought!—</div> +<div class="vind2">Before the judgment day,</div> +<div class="verse">And stand, with glory wrapt around,</div> +<div class="vind2">On the hills he never trod,</div> +<div class="verse">And speak of the strife that won our life</div> +<div class="vind2">Through Christ, the incarnate God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O lonely tomb in Moab's land,</div> +<div class="vind2">O dark Beth-peor's hill,</div> +<div class="verse">Speak to these curious hearts of ours,</div> +<div class="vind2">And teach them to be still.</div> +<div class="verse">God hath his mysteries of grace—</div> +<div class="vind2">Ways that we cannot tell;</div> +<div class="verse">He hides them deep, like the secret sleep</div> +<div class="vind2">Of him he loved so well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Cecil Frances Alexander.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, blessed is that man of whom some soul can say,</div> +<div class="verse">"He was an inspiration along life's toilsome way,</div> +<div class="verse">A well of sparkling water, a fountain flowing free,</div> +<div class="verse">Forever like his Master, in tenderest sympathy."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?</div> +<div class="verse">All fear, none aid you, and few understand.</div> +<div class="verse">Painful pre-eminence!—yourself to view</div> +<div class="verse">Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">{37}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EMIR HASSAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Emir Hassan, of the prophet's race,</div> +<div class="verse">Asked with folded hands the Almighty's grace,</div> +<div class="verse">Then within the banquet-hall he sat,</div> +<div class="verse">At his meal, upon the embroidered mat.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There a slave before him placed the food,</div> +<div class="verse">Spilling from the charger, as he stood,</div> +<div class="verse">Awkwardly upon the Emir's breast</div> +<div class="verse">Drops that foully stained the silken vest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To the floor, in great remorse and dread,</div> +<div class="verse">Fell the slave, and thus, beseeching, said:</div> +<div class="verse">"Master, they who hasten to restrain</div> +<div class="verse">Rising wrath, in paradise shall reign."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Gentle was the answer Hassan gave:</div> +<div class="verse">"I am not angry." "Yet," pursued the slave,</div> +<div class="verse">"Yet doth higher recompense belong</div> +<div class="verse">To the injured who forgives a wrong."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I forgive," said Hassan. "Yet we read,"</div> +<div class="verse">So the prostrate slave went on to plead,</div> +<div class="verse">"That a higher seat in glory still</div> +<div class="verse">Waits the man who renders good for ill."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Slave, receive thy freedom; and, behold,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy hand I lay a purse of gold.</div> +<div class="verse">Let me never fail to heed, in aught,</div> +<div class="verse">What the prophet of our God hath taught."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUE GREATNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who is as the Christian great?</div> +<div class="vind2">Bought and washed with sacred blood,</div> +<div class="verse">Crowns he sees beneath his feet.</div> +<div class="vind2">Soars aloft and walks with God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lo, his clothing is the sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">The bright sun of righteousness;</div> +<div class="verse">He hath put salvation on,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus is his beauteous dress.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Angels are his servants here;</div> +<div class="vind2">Spread for him their golden wings;</div> +<div class="verse">To his throne of glory bear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seat him by the King of kings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The glory is not in the task, but in</div> +<div class="verse">The doing it for Him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean Ingelow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MENCIUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Three centuries before the Christian age</div> +<div class="vind2">China's great teacher, Mencius, was born;</div> +<div class="vind2">Her teeming millions did not know that morn</div> +<div class="verse">Had broken on her darkness; that a sage,</div> +<div class="verse">Reared by a noble mother, would her page</div> +<div class="vind2">Of history forevermore adorn.</div> +<div class="verse">For twenty years, from court to court, forlorn</div> +<div class="verse">He journeyed, poverty his heritage,</div> +<div class="verse">And preached of virtue, but none cared to hear.</div> +<div class="vind2">Life seemed a failure, like a barren rill;</div> +<div class="vind2">He wrote his books, and lay beneath the sod:</div> +<div class="verse">When, lo! his work began; and far and near</div> +<div class="vind2">Adown the ages Mencius preaches still:</div> +<div class="vind2">Do thy whole duty, trusting all to God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He stood, the youth they called the Beautiful,</div> +<div class="verse">At morning, on his untried battle-field,</div> +<div class="verse">And laughed with joy to see his stainless shield,</div> +<div class="verse">When, with a tender smile, but doubting sigh,</div> +<div class="vind6">His lord rode by.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When evening fell, they brought him, wounded sore,</div> +<div class="verse">His battered shield with sword-thrusts gashed and rent,</div> +<div class="verse">And laid him where the king stood by his tent.</div> +<div class="verse">"Now art thou Beautiful," the master said,</div> +<div class="vind6">And bared his head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Annie M. L. Hawes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great men grow greater by the lapse of time;</div> +<div class="vind2">We know those least whom we have seen the latest;</div> +<div class="verse">And they, 'mongst those whose names have grown sublime,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who worked for human liberty are greatest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">{38}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">It is enough—</div> +<div class="vind6">Enough—just to be good;</div> +<div class="verse">To lift our hearts where they are understood;</div> +<div class="verse">To let the thirst for worldly power and place</div> +<div class="verse">Go unappeased; to smile back in God's face</div> +<div class="verse">With the glad lips our mothers used to kiss.</div> +<div class="vind4">Ah! though we miss</div> +<div class="vind4">All else but this,</div> +<div class="vind6">To be good is enough!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He who ascends to mountain tops shall find</div> +<div class="vind2">Their loftiest peaks most wrapped in clouds and snow;</div> +<div class="verse">He who surpasses or subdues mankind</div> +<div class="vind2">Must look down on the hate of those below.</div> +<div class="vind2">Though high above the sun of glory glow,</div> +<div class="verse">And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow</div> +<div class="verse">Contending tempests on his naked head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Gordon Byron.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,</div> +<div class="verse">Is the immediate jewel of their souls:</div> +<div class="verse">Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;</div> +<div class="verse">Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;</div> +<div class="verse">But he that filches from me my good name</div> +<div class="verse">Robs me of that which not enriches him,</div> +<div class="verse">And makes me poor indeed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That man may last, but never lives,</div> +<div class="verse">Who much receives but nothing gives;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom none can love, whom none can thank;</div> +<div class="verse">Creation's blot; creation's blank!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But he who marks, from day to day,</div> +<div class="verse">In generous acts his radiant way</div> +<div class="verse">Treads the same path his Saviour trod:</div> +<div class="verse">The path to glory and to God.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The eye with seeing is not filled,</div> +<div class="vind2">The ear with hearing not at rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Desire with having is not stilled,</div> +<div class="vind2">With human praise no heart is blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Vanity, then, of vanities,</div> +<div class="vind2">All things for which men grasp and grope!</div> +<div class="verse">The precious things in heavenly eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">Are love, and truth, and trust, and hope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A gem which falls within the mire will still a gem remain;</div> +<div class="verse">Men's eyes turn downward to the earth and search for it with pain.</div> +<div class="verse">But <i>dust</i>, though whirled aloft to heaven, continues dust alway,</div> +<div class="verse">More base and noxious in the air than when on earth it lay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was not anything she said;</div> +<div class="vind2">It was not anything she did;</div> +<div class="verse">It was the movement of her head,</div> +<div class="vind2">The lifting of her lid.</div> +<div class="verse">And as she trod her path aright</div> +<div class="vind2">Power from her very garments stole;</div> +<div class="verse">For such is the mysterious might</div> +<div class="vind2">God grants a noble soul.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">True worth is in being, not seeming;</div> +<div class="vind2">In doing, each day that goes by,</div> +<div class="verse">Some little good, not in dreaming,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of great things to do by and by.</div> +<div class="verse">For whatever men say in their blindness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And spite of the fancies of youth,</div> +<div class="verse">There's nothing so kingly as kindness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And nothing so royal as truth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alice Cary.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wisest man could ask no more of Fate</div> +<div class="vind2">Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,</div> +<div class="vind2">Safe from the Many, honored by the Few;</div> +<div class="verse">To count as naught in world of church or state</div> +<div class="verse">But inwardly in secret to be great.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">{39}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;</div> +<div class="verse">And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;</div> +<div class="verse">But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall draw the Thing as he sees it, for the God of Things as they are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Rudyard Kipling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In life's small things be resolute and great</div> +<div class="verse">To keep thy muscle trained; knowest thou when Fate</div> +<div class="verse">Thy measure takes? or when she'll say to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">"I find thee worthy; do this deed for me"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis a lifelong toil till our lump be leaven.</div> +<div class="vind2">The better! What's come to perfection perishes.</div> +<div class="verse">Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven.</div> +<div class="vind2">Work done least rapidly Art most cherishes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,</div> +<div class="verse">And either live with glorious victory</div> +<div class="verse">Or die with fame, renowned in chivalry.</div> +<div class="verse">He is not worthy of the honey-comb</div> +<div class="verse">That shuns the hive because the bees have stings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One by one thy duties wait thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let thy whole strength go to each.</div> +<div class="verse">Let no future dreams elate thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Learn thou first what these can teach.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give me heart-touch with all that live</div> +<div class="vind2">And strength to speak my word;</div> +<div class="verse">But if that is denied me, give</div> +<div class="vind2">The strength to live unheard.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Markham.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Honor and shame from no condition rise;</div> +<div class="verse">Act well your part, there all the honor lies</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How wretched is the man with honors crowned,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, having not the one thing needful found,</div> +<div class="verse">Dies, known to all, but to himself unknown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He fought a thousand glorious wars,</div> +<div class="vind2">And more than half the world was his,</div> +<div class="verse">And somewhere, now, in yonder stars,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can tell, mayhap, what greatness is.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Makepeace Thackeray.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Howe'er it be, it seems to me</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis only noble to be good;</div> +<div class="verse">Kind hearts are more than coronets,</div> +<div class="vind2">And simple faith than Norman blood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I've learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed,</div> +<div class="verse">Not the applauding thunder at its heels</div> +<div class="verse">Which men call fame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is worth while to live!</div> +<div class="vind2">Be of good cheer;</div> +<div class="vind2">Love casts out fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Rise up, achieve.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christina G. Rossetti.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No endeavor is in vain;</div> +<div class="vind2">Its reward is in the doing,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the rapture of pursuing</div> +<div class="verse">Is the prize the vanquished gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far better in its place the lowliest bird</div> +<div class="vind2">Should sing aright to Him the lowliest song,</div> +<div class="verse">Than that a seraph strayed should take the word</div> +<div class="vind2">And sing His glory wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean Ingelow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Often ornateness</div> +<div class="verse">Goes with greatness.</div> +<div class="verse">Oftener felicity</div> +<div class="verse">Comes of simplicity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Watson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">{40}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A jewel is a jewel still, though lying in the dust,</div> +<div class="verse">And sand is sand, though up to heaven by the tempest thrust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Vulgar souls surpass a rare one in the headlong rush;</div> +<div class="verse">As the hard and worthless stones a precious pearl will crush.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be noble! and the nobleness that lies</div> +<div class="verse">In other men, sleeping, but never dead,</div> +<div class="verse">Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The mean of soul are sure their faults to gloss,</div> +<div class="verse">And find a secret gain in others' loss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, a man's reach should exceed his grasp,</div> +<div class="verse">Or what's heaven for?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though thy name be spread abroad,</div> +<div class="vind2">Like winged seed, from shore to shore,</div> +<div class="verse">What thou art before thy God,</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou art and nothing more.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My business is not to remake myself,</div> +<div class="verse">But make the absolute best of what God made.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For never land long lease of empire won</div> +<div class="verse">Whose sons sat silent when base deeds were done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He that would free from malice pass his days</div> +<div class="verse">Must live obscure and never merit praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Gay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wearing the white flower of a blameless life,</div> +<div class="verse">Before a thousand peering littlenesses.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life,</div> +<div class="verse">Try to be Shakespeare—leave the rest to fate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">O, grant an honest fame, or grant me none.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With fame in just proportion envy grows;</div> +<div class="verse">The man that makes a character makes foes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis not what man does which exalts him,</div> +<div class="verse">But what man would do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better have failed in the high aim, as I,</div> +<div class="verse">Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The simple, silent, selfless man</div> +<div class="verse">Is worth a world of tonguesters.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 30%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">{41}</a></span></p> + +<h2>DUTY</h2> + +<h3>LOYALTY, FAITHFULNESS, CONSCIENCE, ZEAL</h3> + + +<h4>ODE TO DUTY</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stern daughter of the voice of God!</div> +<div class="vind2">O Duty! if that name thou love</div> +<div class="verse">Who art a light to guide, a rod</div> +<div class="vind2">To check the erring and reprove;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou who art victory and law</div> +<div class="verse">When empty terrors overawe;</div> +<div class="verse">From vain temptation dost set free;</div> +<div class="verse">And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are who ask not if thine eye</div> +<div class="verse">Be on them; who, in love and truth,</div> +<div class="verse">Where no misgiving is, rely</div> +<div class="verse">Upon the genial sense of youth;</div> +<div class="verse">Glad hearts, without reproach or blot,</div> +<div class="verse">Who do thy work and know it not:</div> +<div class="verse">Oh! if through confidence misplaced</div> +<div class="verse">They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power, around them cast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serene will be our days, and bright</div> +<div class="verse">And happy will our nature be,</div> +<div class="verse">When love is an unerring light,</div> +<div class="verse">And joy its own security;</div> +<div class="verse">And they a blissful course may hold</div> +<div class="verse">Even now, who, not unwisely bold,</div> +<div class="verse">Live in the spirit of this creed;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet seek thy firm support according to their need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I, loving freedom, and untried,</div> +<div class="verse">No sport of every random gust,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet being to myself a guide,</div> +<div class="verse">Too blindly have reposed my trust;</div> +<div class="verse">And oft, when in my heart was heard</div> +<div class="verse">Thy timely mandate, I deferred</div> +<div class="verse">The task, in smoother walks to stray;</div> +<div class="verse">But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through no disturbance of my soul,</div> +<div class="verse">Or strong compunction in me wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">I supplicate for thy control,</div> +<div class="verse">But in the quietness of thought.</div> +<div class="verse">Me this unchartered freedom tires;</div> +<div class="verse">I feel the weight of chance desires:</div> +<div class="verse">My hopes no more must change their name,</div> +<div class="verse">I long for a repose that ever is the same.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stern Lawgiver! Yet thou dost wear</div> +<div class="verse">The Godhead's most benignant grace;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor know we anything so fair</div> +<div class="verse">As is the smile upon thy face:</div> +<div class="verse">Flowers laugh before thee on their beds</div> +<div class="verse">And fragrance in thy footing treads;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To humbler functions, awful Power!</div> +<div class="verse">I call thee; I myself commend</div> +<div class="verse">Unto thy guidance from this hour;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, let my weakness have an end!</div> +<div class="verse">Give unto me, made lowly wise,</div> +<div class="verse">The spirit of self-sacrifice;</div> +<div class="verse">The confidence of reason give;</div> +<div class="verse">And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,</div> +<div class="vind2">That of our vices we can frame</div> +<div class="verse">A ladder, if we will but tread</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath our feet each deed of shame!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All common things, each day's events,</div> +<div class="vind2">That with the hour begin and end,</div> +<div class="verse">Our pleasures and our discontents,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are rounds by which we may ascend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The longing for ignoble things;</div> +<div class="vind2">The strife for triumph more than truth;</div> +<div class="verse">The hardening of the heart, that brings</div> +<div class="vind2">Irreverence for the dreams of youth;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All thoughts of ill, all evil deeds</div> +<div class="vind2">That have their root in thoughts of ill;</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever hinders or impedes</div> +<div class="vind2">The action of the nobler will;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">{42}</a></span>—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All these must first be trampled down</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath our feet, if we would gain</div> +<div class="verse">In the bright fields of fair renown</div> +<div class="vind2">The right of eminent domain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We have not wings, we cannot soar;</div> +<div class="vind2">But we have feet to scale and climb</div> +<div class="verse">By slow degrees, by more and more,</div> +<div class="vind2">The cloudy summits of our time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The heights by great men reached and kept</div> +<div class="vind2">Were not attained by sudden flight,</div> +<div class="verse">But they while their companions slept</div> +<div class="vind2">Were toiling upward in the night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Standing on what too long we bore</div> +<div class="vind2">With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">We may discern—unseen before—</div> +<div class="vind2">A path to higher destinies,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nor deem the irrevocable Past</div> +<div class="vind2">As wholly wasted, wholly vain,</div> +<div class="verse">If, rising on its wrecks, at last</div> +<div class="vind2">To something nobler we attain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>REWARD OF FAITHFULNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The deeds which selfish hearts approve</div> +<div class="vind2">And fame's loud trumpet sings</div> +<div class="verse">Secure no praise where truth and love</div> +<div class="vind2">Are counted noblest things;</div> +<div class="verse">And work which godless folly deems</div> +<div class="vind2">Worthless, obscure, and lowly,</div> +<div class="verse">To Heaven's ennobling vision seems</div> +<div class="vind2">Most godlike, grand, and holy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then murmur not if toils obscure</div> +<div class="vind2">And thorny paths be thine;</div> +<div class="verse">To God be true—they shall secure</div> +<div class="vind2">The joy of life divine</div> +<div class="verse">Who in the darkest, sternest sphere</div> +<div class="vind2">For Him their powers employ;</div> +<div class="verse">The toils contemned and slighted here</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall yield the purest joy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When endless day dispels the strife</div> +<div class="vind2">Which blinds and darkens now,</div> +<div class="verse">Perchance the brightest crown of life</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall deck some lowly brow.</div> +<div class="verse">Then learn, despite thy boding fears,</div> +<div class="vind2">From seed with sorrow sown,</div> +<div class="verse">In love, obscurity and tears</div> +<div class="vind2">The richest sheaves are grown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Hartley Dewart.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"DOE THE NEXTE THYNGE"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From an old English parsonage</div> +<div class="vind2">Down by the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">There came in the twilight</div> +<div class="vind2">A message to me;</div> +<div class="verse">Its quaint Saxon legend</div> +<div class="vind2">Deeply engraven,</div> +<div class="verse">Hath as it seems to me</div> +<div class="vind2">Teaching for heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">And on through the hours</div> +<div class="vind2">The quiet words ring,</div> +<div class="verse">Like a low inspiration,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Doe the nexte thynge."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Many a questioning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Many a fear,</div> +<div class="verse">Many a doubt,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hath guiding here.</div> +<div class="verse">Moment by moment</div> +<div class="vind2">Let down from heaven,</div> +<div class="verse">Time, opportunity,</div> +<div class="vind2">Guidance are given.</div> +<div class="verse">Fear not to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Child of the King;</div> +<div class="verse">Trust it with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Doe the nexte thynge."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O He would have thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Daily more free,</div> +<div class="verse">Knowing the might</div> +<div class="vind2">Of thy royal degree;</div> +<div class="verse">Ever in waiting,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glad for his call,</div> +<div class="verse">Tranquil in chastening,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trusting through all.</div> +<div class="verse">Comings and goings</div> +<div class="vind2">No turmoil need bring:</div> +<div class="verse">His all thy future—</div> +<div class="vind2">"Doe the nexte thynge."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do it immediately,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do it with prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Do it reliantly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Casting all care:</div> +<div class="verse">Do it with reverence,</div> +<div class="vind2">Tracing His hand</div> +<div class="verse">Who hath placed it before thee</div> +<div class="vind2">With earnest command.</div> +<div class="verse">Stayed on Omnipotence,</div> +<div class="vind2">Safe, 'neath his wing,</div> +<div class="verse">Leave all resultings,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Doe the nexte thynge."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Looking to Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ever serener,</div> +<div class="verse">Working or suffering,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thy demeanor!</div> +<div class="verse">In the shade of his presence,</div> +<div class="vind2">The rest of his calm,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">{43}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">The light of his countenance,</div> +<div class="vind2">Live out thy psalm:</div> +<div class="verse">Strong in his faithfulness.</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise him and sing,</div> +<div class="verse">Then as he beckons thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Doe the nexte thynge."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ZEAL IN LABOR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go, labor on; spend and be spent,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy joy to do the Father's will;</div> +<div class="verse">It is the way the Master went;</div> +<div class="vind2">Should not the servant tread it still?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;</div> +<div class="vind2">The Master praises—what are men?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go, labor on; your hands are weak;</div> +<div class="vind2">Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet falter not; the prize you seek</div> +<div class="vind2">Is near—a kingdom and a crown!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Toil on, faint not; keep watch, and pray!</div> +<div class="vind2">Be wise the erring soul to win;</div> +<div class="verse">Go forth into the world's highway;</div> +<div class="vind2">Compel the wanderer to come in.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice:</div> +<div class="vind2">For toil comes rest, for exile home;</div> +<div class="verse">Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,</div> +<div class="vind2">The midnight peal, "Behold, I come!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE EVANGELIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Walking with Peter, Christ his footsteps set</div> +<div class="verse">On the lake shore, hard by Gennesaret,</div> +<div class="verse">At the hour when noontide's burning rays down pour.</div> +<div class="verse">When they beheld at a mean cabin's door,</div> +<div class="verse">A fisher's widow in her mourning clad,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, on the threshold seated, silent, sad,</div> +<div class="verse">The tear that wet them kept her lids within,</div> +<div class="verse">Her child to cradle and her flax to spin;</div> +<div class="verse">Near by, behind the fig-trees' leafy screen,</div> +<div class="verse">The Master and His friend could see, unseen.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An old man ready for his earthly bed,</div> +<div class="verse">A beggar with a jar upon his head,</div> +<div class="verse">Came by, and to the mourning spinner there</div> +<div class="verse">Said, "Woman, I this vase of milk should bear</div> +<div class="verse">Unto a dweller in the hamlet near;</div> +<div class="verse">But I am weak and bent with many a year;</div> +<div class="verse">More than a thousand paces yet to go</div> +<div class="verse">Remain, and, without help, I surely know</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot end my task and earn its fee."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The woman rose, and not a word said she,</div> +<div class="verse">Without a pause her distaff laid aside,</div> +<div class="verse">And left the cradle where the orphan cried,</div> +<div class="verse">Took up the jar, and with the beggar went.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Master, 'tis well to be benevolent,"</div> +<div class="verse">Said Peter, "but small sense that woman showed,</div> +<div class="verse">In leaving thus her child and her abode</div> +<div class="verse">For the chance-comer that first sought her out;</div> +<div class="verse">The beggar some one would have found, no doubt,</div> +<div class="verse">To ease him of his load upon the way."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Lord made answer unto Peter, "Nay,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy Father, when the poor assists the poorer,</div> +<div class="verse">Will keep her cot, and her reward assure her.</div> +<div class="verse">She went at once, and wisely did in that."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And Jesus, having finished speaking, sat</div> +<div class="verse">Down on a bench was in the humble place,</div> +<div class="verse">And with His blest hands for a moment's space,</div> +<div class="verse">He touched the distaff, rocked the little one.</div> +<div class="verse">Rose, signed to Peter, and they gat them gone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When she to whom the Lord had given this proof</div> +<div class="verse">Of good-will came back to her humble roof,</div> +<div class="verse">She found, nor knew what Friend the deed had done,</div> +<div class="verse">The baby sleeping and the flax all spun!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francois Coppee.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">{44}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BEST THAT I CAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I cannot do much," said a little star,</div> +<div class="vind2">"To make the dark world bright;</div> +<div class="verse">My silver beams cannot struggle far</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the folding gloom of night:</div> +<div class="verse">But I am a part of God's great plan,</div> +<div class="verse">And I'll cheerfully do the best that I can."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"What is the use," said a fleecy cloud,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Of these dew-drops that I hold?</div> +<div class="verse">They will hardly bend the lily proud,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though caught in her cup of gold;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I am a part of God's great plan,</div> +<div class="verse">My treasures I'll give as well as I can."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A child went merrily forth to play,</div> +<div class="vind2">But a thought, like a silver thread,</div> +<div class="verse">Kept winding in and out all day</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the happy, busy head,</div> +<div class="verse">"Mother said, 'Darling, do all you can,</div> +<div class="verse">For you are a part of God's great plan.'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So she helped a younger child along,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the road was rough to the feet;</div> +<div class="verse">And she sang from her heart a little song,</div> +<div class="vind2">A song that was passing sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">And her father, a weary, toil-worn man,</div> +<div class="vind2">Said, "I too will do the best that I can."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WORK LOYALLY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just where you stand in the conflict,</div> +<div class="vind2">There is your place!</div> +<div class="verse">Just where you think you are useless</div> +<div class="vind2">Hide not your face!</div> +<div class="verse">God placed you there for a purpose,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er it be;</div> +<div class="verse">Think He has chosen you for it—</div> +<div class="vind2">Work loyally.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Gird on your armor! Be faithful</div> +<div class="vind2">At toil or rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Whiche'er it be, never doubting</div> +<div class="vind2">God's way is best.</div> +<div class="verse">Out in the fight, or on picket,</div> +<div class="vind2">Stand firm and true;</div> +<div class="verse">This is the work which your Master</div> +<div class="vind2">Gives you to do.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who does the best his circumstance allows,</div> +<div class="verse">Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOYALTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When courage fails and faith burns low,</div> +<div class="vind2">And men are timid grown,</div> +<div class="verse">Hold fast thy loyalty and know</div> +<div class="vind2">That Truth still moveth on.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For unseen messengers she hath,</div> +<div class="vind2">To work her will and ways,</div> +<div class="verse">And even human scorn and wrath</div> +<div class="vind2">God turneth to her praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She can both meek and lordly be,</div> +<div class="vind2">In heavenly might secure;</div> +<div class="verse">With her is pledge of victory,</div> +<div class="vind2">And patience to endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The race is not unto the swift,</div> +<div class="vind2">The battle to the strong,</div> +<div class="verse">When dawn her judgment-days that sift</div> +<div class="vind2">The claims of right and wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And more than thou canst do for Truth</div> +<div class="vind2">Can she on thee confer,</div> +<div class="verse">If thou, O heart, but give thy youth</div> +<div class="vind2">And manhood unto her.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For she can make thee inly bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy self-love purge away,</div> +<div class="verse">And lead thee in the path whose light</div> +<div class="vind2">Shines to the perfect day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who follow her, though men deride,</div> +<div class="vind2">In her strength shall be strong;</div> +<div class="verse">Shall see their shame become their pride,</div> +<div class="vind2">And share her triumph song!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick Lucian Hosmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LIBERTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am Liberty—God's daughter!</div> +<div class="vind2">My symbols—a law and a torch;</div> +<div class="verse">Not a sword to threaten slaughter,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor a flame to dazzle or scorch;</div> +<div class="verse">But a light that the world may see,</div> +<div class="verse">And a truth that shall make men free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am the sister of Duty,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I am the sister of Faith;</div> +<div class="verse">To-day adored for my beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">To-morrow led forth for death.</div> +<div class="verse">I am she whom ages prayed for;</div> +<div class="verse">Heroes suffered undismayed for;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom the martyrs were betrayed for.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">{45}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE NEAREST DUTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul was stirred; I prayed, "Let me</div> +<div class="vind2">Do some great work, so purely,</div> +<div class="verse">To right life's wrongs, that I shall know</div> +<div class="vind2">That I have loved Thee surely."</div> +<div class="verse">My lips sent forth their eager cry,</div> +<div class="vind2">The while my heart beat faster,</div> +<div class="verse">"For some great deed to prove my love</div> +<div class="vind2">Send me; send me, my Master!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From out the silence came a voice,</div> +<div class="vind2">Saying: "If God thou fearest,</div> +<div class="verse">Rise up and do, thy whole life through,</div> +<div class="vind2">The duty that lies nearest.</div> +<div class="verse">The friendly word, the kindly deed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though small the act in seeming,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall in the end unto thy soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Prove mightier than thy dreaming.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cup of water to the faint,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or rest unto the weary,</div> +<div class="verse">The light thou giv'st another's life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall make thine own less dreary.</div> +<div class="verse">And boundless realms of faith and love</div> +<div class="vind2">Will wait for thy possessing;</div> +<div class="verse">Not creeds, but deeds, if thou wouldst win</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto thy soul a blessing."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so I wait with peaceful heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content to do His pleasure;</div> +<div class="verse">Not caring if the world shall mock</div> +<div class="vind2">At smallness of the measure</div> +<div class="verse">Of thoughts or deeds or daily life.</div> +<div class="vind2">He knows the true endeavor—</div> +<div class="verse">To do His will, to seek His face—</div> +<div class="vind2">And He will fail me never.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah A. Gibbs.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ONE TALENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hide not thy talent in the earth;</div> +<div class="vind2">However small it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Its faithful use, its utmost worth,</div> +<div class="vind2">God will require of thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The humblest service rendered here</div> +<div class="vind2">He will as truly own</div> +<div class="verse">As Paul's in his exalted sphere,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or Gabriel's near the throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cup of water kindly given,</div> +<div class="vind2">The widow's cheerful mites,</div> +<div class="verse">Are worthier in the eye of heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Than pride's most costly rites.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His own, which He hath lent on trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">He asks of thee again;</div> +<div class="verse">Little or much, the claim is just,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thine excuses vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go, then, and strive to do thy part—</div> +<div class="vind2">Though humble it may be;</div> +<div class="verse">The ready hand, the willing heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are all heaven asks of thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cutler.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONE TALENT</h4> + +<p class="center noind">(Matt. <span class="smcap">xxv.</span> 18)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In a napkin smooth and white,</div> +<div class="verse">Hidden from all mortal sight,</div> +<div class="verse">My one talent lies to-night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mine to hoard, or mine to use;</div> +<div class="verse">Mine to keep, or mine to lose;</div> +<div class="verse">May I not do what I choose?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! the gift was only lent</div> +<div class="verse">With the Giver's known intent</div> +<div class="verse">That it should be wisely spent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I know he will demand</div> +<div class="verse">Every farthing at my hand,</div> +<div class="verse">When I in his presence stand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What will be my grief and shame</div> +<div class="verse">When I hear my humble name</div> +<div class="verse">And cannot repay his claim!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One poor talent—nothing more!</div> +<div class="verse">All the years that have gone o'er</div> +<div class="verse">Have not added to the store.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some will double what they hold,</div> +<div class="verse">Others add to it tenfold</div> +<div class="verse">And pay back the shining gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Would that I had toiled like them!</div> +<div class="verse">All my sloth I now condemn;</div> +<div class="verse">Guilty fears my soul o'erwhelm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, oh teach me what to do.</div> +<div class="verse">Make me faithful, make me true,</div> +<div class="verse">And the sacred trust renew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Help me, ere too late it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Something yet to do for Thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou who hast done all for me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou little? Do thy little well;</div> +<div class="vind2">And for thy comfort know</div> +<div class="verse">Great men can do their greatest work</div> +<div class="vind2">No better than just so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann W. von Goethe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">{46}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RESPONSIBILITY FOR TALENTS</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou that in life's crowded city art arrived, thou knowest not how—</div> +<div class="verse">By what path or on what errand—list and learn thine errand now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From the palace to the city on the business of thy King</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wert sent at early morning, to return at evening.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dreamer, waken; loiterer, hasten; what thy task is understand:</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art here to purchase substance, and the price is in thine hand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Has the tumult of the market all thy sense confused and drowned?</div> +<div class="verse">Do its glittering wares entice thee, or its shouts and cries confound?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, beware lest thy Lord's business be forgotten, while thy gaze</div> +<div class="verse">Is on every show and pageant which the giddy square displays.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Barter not his gold for pebbles; do not trade in vanities;</div> +<div class="verse">Pearls there are of price and jewels for the purchase of the wise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And know this—at thy returning thou wilt surely find the King</div> +<div class="verse">With an open book before Him, waiting to make reckoning.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus large honors will the faithful, earnest service of one day</div> +<div class="verse">Reap of Him; but one day's folly largest penalties will pay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not once or twice in our fair island-story</div> +<div class="verse">The path of duty was the way to glory.</div> +<div class="verse">He, that ever following her commands,</div> +<div class="verse">On with toil of heart and knees and hands,</div> +<div class="verse">Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won</div> +<div class="verse">His path upward, and prevailed,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled</div> +<div class="verse">Are close upon the shining table-lands</div> +<div class="verse">To which our God himself is moon and sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GO RIGHT ON WORKING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, yes! the task is hard, 'tis true,</div> +<div class="vind2">But what's the use of sighing?</div> +<div class="verse">They're soonest with their duties through</div> +<div class="vind2">Who bravely keep on trying.</div> +<div class="verse">There's no advantage to be found</div> +<div class="vind2">In sorrowing or shirking;</div> +<div class="verse">They with success are soonest crowned</div> +<div class="vind2">Who just go right on working.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strive patiently and with a will</div> +<div class="vind2">That shall not be defeated;</div> +<div class="verse">Keep singing at your task until</div> +<div class="vind2">You see it stand completed.</div> +<div class="verse">Nor let the clouds of doubt draw near,</div> +<div class="vind2">Your sky's glad sunshine murking;</div> +<div class="verse">Be brave, and fill your heart with cheer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And just go right on working.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUSTICE ONLY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be not too proud of good deeds wrought!</div> +<div class="vind2">When thou art come from prayer, speak truly!</div> +<div class="verse">Even if he wrongeth thee in aught,</div> +<div class="vind2">Respect thy Guru. Give alms duly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But let none wist! Live, day by day,</div> +<div class="vind2">With little and with little swelling</div> +<div class="verse">Thy tale of duty done—the way</div> +<div class="vind2">The wise ant-people build their dwelling;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not harming any living thing;</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou may'st have—at time of dying—</div> +<div class="verse">A Hand to hold thee, and to bring</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy footsteps safe; and, so relying,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pass to the farther world. For none</div> +<div class="vind2">Save Justice leads there! Father, mother,</div> +<div class="verse">Will not be nigh; nor wife, nor son,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor friends, nor kin; nor any other</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Save only Justice! All alone</div> +<div class="vind2">Each entereth here, and each one leaveth</div> +<div class="verse">This life alone; and every one</div> +<div class="vind2">The fruit of all his deeds receiveth</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Alone—alone; bad deeds and good!</div> +<div class="vind2">That day when kinsmen, sadly turning,</div> +<div class="verse">Forsake thee, like the clay or wood,</div> +<div class="vind2">A thing committed to the burning.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">{47}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But Justice shall not quit thee then,</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou hast served her, therefore never</div> +<div class="verse">Cease serving; that shall hold thee when</div> +<div class="vind2">The darkness falls which falls forever,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Which hath no star, nor way and guide.</div> +<div class="vind2">But Justice knows the road; and midnight</div> +<div class="verse">Is noon to her. Man at her side</div> +<div class="vind2">Goes, through the gloom, safe to the hid light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he who loved her more than all,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who purged by sorrow his offenses,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall shine, in realms celestial,</div> +<div class="vind2">With glory, quit of sins and senses.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold, from the Sanskrit.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S VENGEANCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Saith the Lord, "Vengeance is mine;"</div> +<div class="vind2">"I will repay," saith the Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">Ours be the anger divine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lit by the flash of his word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How shall his vengeance be done?</div> +<div class="vind2">How, when his purpose is clear?</div> +<div class="verse">Must he come down from the throne?</div> +<div class="vind2">Hath he no instruments here?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sleep not in imbecile trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Waiting for God to begin;</div> +<div class="verse">While, growing strong in the dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rests the bruised serpent of sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Right and Wrong—both cannot live</div> +<div class="vind2">Death-grappled. Which shall we see?</div> +<div class="verse">Strike! Only Justice can give</div> +<div class="vind2">Safety to all that shall be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shame! to stand faltering thus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Tricked by the balancing odds;</div> +<div class="verse">Strike! God is waiting for us!</div> +<div class="vind2">Strike! for the vengeance is God's!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Hay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bear a lily in thy hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Gates of brass cannot withstand</div> +<div class="verse">One touch of that magic wand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy heart the dew of youth,</div> +<div class="verse">On thy lips the smile of truth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SINGLE STITCH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One stitch dropped as the weaver drove</div> +<div class="vind2">His nimble shuttle to and fro,</div> +<div class="verse">In and out, beneath, above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till the pattern seemed to bud and grow</div> +<div class="verse">As if the fairies had helping been;</div> +<div class="verse">One small stitch which could scarce be seen,</div> +<div class="verse">But the one stitch dropped pulled the next stitch out,</div> +<div class="verse">And a weak place grew in the fabric stout;</div> +<div class="verse">And the perfect pattern was marred for aye</div> +<div class="verse">By the one small stitch that was dropped that day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One small life in God's great plan,</div> +<div class="vind2">How futile it seems as the ages roll,</div> +<div class="verse">Do what it may or strive how it can</div> +<div class="vind2">To alter the sweep of the infinite whole!</div> +<div class="verse">A single stitch in an endless web,</div> +<div class="verse">A drop in the ocean's flood and ebb!</div> +<div class="verse">But the pattern is rent where the stitch is lost,</div> +<div class="verse">Or marred where the tangled threads have crossed;</div> +<div class="verse">And each life that fails of its true intent</div> +<div class="verse">Mars the perfect plan that its Master meant.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BLESSINGS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An angel came from the courts of gold,</div> +<div class="verse">With gifts and tidings manifold;</div> +<div class="verse">With blessings many to crown the one</div> +<div class="verse">Whose work of life was the noblest done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He came to a rich man's gilded door;</div> +<div class="verse">Where a beautiful lady stood before</div> +<div class="verse">His vision, fair as the saints are fair,</div> +<div class="verse">With smile as sweet as the seraphs wear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He needed not to be told her life—</div> +<div class="verse">The pure young mother, the tender wife;</div> +<div class="verse">He needed not to be told that she,</div> +<div class="verse">In home of sorrow and poverty,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Was giving wealth with a lavish hand;</div> +<div class="verse">He thought her worthy in heaven to stand.</div> +<div class="verse">"No! no!" a voice to the angel heart</div> +<div class="verse">Spoke low: "Seek on in the busy mart."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">{48}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He found a door that was worn and old;</div> +<div class="verse">The night was damp and the wind was cold.</div> +<div class="verse">A pale-faced girl at her sewing bent;</div> +<div class="verse">The midnight lamp to her features lent</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A paler look as she toiled the while,</div> +<div class="verse">But yet the mouth had a restful smile.</div> +<div class="verse">Doing her duty with honest pride;</div> +<div class="verse">Breasting temptation on every side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"For her the blessings," the angel said,</div> +<div class="verse">And touched with pity the girlish head.</div> +<div class="verse">"No time nor money for alms has she,</div> +<div class="verse">But duty is higher than charity."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DUTIES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I reach a duty, yet I do it not,</div> +<div class="vind2">And therefore see no higher; but, if done,</div> +<div class="verse">My view is brightened and another spot</div> +<div class="vind2">Seen on my moral sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For, be the duty high as angels' flight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fulfill it, and a higher will arise</div> +<div class="verse">E'en from its ashes. Duty is infinite—</div> +<div class="vind2">Receding as the skies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And thus it is the purest most deplore</div> +<div class="vind2">Their want of purity. As fold by fold,</div> +<div class="verse">In duties done, falls from their eyes, the more</div> +<div class="vind2">Of duty they behold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Were it not wisdom, then, to close our eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">On duties crowding only to appal?</div> +<div class="verse">No; duty is our ladder to the skies,</div> +<div class="vind2">And, climbing not, we fall.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Leighton (1611-1684).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT SHE COULD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"And do the hours step fast or slow?</div> +<div class="vind2">And are ye sad or gay?</div> +<div class="verse">And is your heart with your liege lord, lady,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or is it far away?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The lady raised her calm, proud head,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though her tears fell, one by one:</div> +<div class="verse">"Life counts not hours by joy or pangs,</div> +<div class="vind2">But just by duties done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"And when I lie in the green kirkyard,</div> +<div class="vind2">With the mould upon my breast,</div> +<div class="verse">Say not that 'She did well—or ill,'</div> +<div class="vind2">Only, 'She did her best.'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>UNWASTED DAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The longer on this earth we live</div> +<div class="vind2">And weigh the various qualities of men,</div> +<div class="verse">Seeing how most are fugitive</div> +<div class="vind2">Or fitful gifts at best, of now and then—</div> +<div class="vind2">Wind-favored corpse-lights, daughters of the fen—</div> +<div class="verse">The more we feel the high, stern-featured beauty</div> +<div class="verse">Of plain devotedness to duty,</div> +<div class="vind2">Steadfast and still, nor paid with mortal praise,</div> +<div class="vind4">But finding amplest recompense</div> +<div class="vind4">For life's ungarlanded expense</div> +<div class="vind2">In work done squarely and unwasted days.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRIFLES THAT MAKE SAINTS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A tone of pride or petulance repressed</div> +<div class="vind2">A selfish inclination firmly fought,</div> +<div class="vind2">A shadow of annoyance set at naught,</div> +<div class="verse">A measure of disquietude suppressed;</div> +<div class="verse">A peace in importunity possessed,</div> +<div class="vind2">A reconcilement generously sought,</div> +<div class="vind2">A purpose put aside, a banished thought,</div> +<div class="verse">A word of self-explaining unexpressed:</div> +<div class="verse">Trifles they seem, these petty soul-restraints,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet he who proves them so must needs possess</div> +<div class="vind2">A constancy and courage grand and bold;</div> +<div class="verse">They are the trifles that have made the saints.</div> +<div class="vind2">Give me to practice them in humbleness</div> +<div class="vind2">And nobler power than mine doth no man hold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The world is full of beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">As other worlds above;</div> +<div class="verse">And if we did our duty</div> +<div class="vind2">It might be full of love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gerald Massey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">{49}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?</div> +<div class="verse">Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;</div> +<div class="verse">And he but naked, though locked up in steel,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;</div> +<div class="verse">I woke, and found that life was Duty.</div> +<div class="verse">Was thy dream then, a shadowy lie?</div> +<div class="verse">Toil on, sad heart, courageously,</div> +<div class="verse">And thou shalt find that dream to be</div> +<div class="verse">A noonday light and truth to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ellen Sturgis Hooper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do thy duty; that is best;</div> +<div class="verse">Leave unto thy Lord the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While I sought Happiness she fled</div> +<div class="vind2">Before me constantly.</div> +<div class="verse">Weary, I turned to Duty's path,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Happiness sought me,</div> +<div class="verse">Saying, "I walk this road to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">I'll bear thee company."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So nigh is grandeur to our dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">So near is God to man,</div> +<div class="verse">When Duty whispers low, "Thou must,"</div> +<div class="vind2">The youth replies, "I can."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Faithfully faithful to every trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Honestly honest in every deed,</div> +<div class="verse">Righteously righteous and justly just;</div> +<div class="vind2">This is the whole of the good man's creed.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Find out what God would have you do,</div> +<div class="vind2">And do that little well;</div> +<div class="verse">For what is great and what is small</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis only he can tell.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 30%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">{50}</a></span></p> + +<h2>SERVICE</h2> + +<h3>USEFULNESS, BENEVOLENCE, LABOR</h3> + + +<h4>WAKING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have done at length with dreaming;</div> +<div class="vind2">Henceforth, O thou soul of mine!</div> +<div class="verse">Thou must take up sword and buckler,</div> +<div class="vind2">Waging warfare most divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life is struggle, combat, victory!</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherefore have I slumbered on</div> +<div class="verse">With my forces all unmarshaled,</div> +<div class="vind2">With my weapons all undrawn?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O how many a glorious record</div> +<div class="vind2">Had the angels of me kept</div> +<div class="verse">Had I done instead of doubted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Had I warred instead of wept!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But begone, regret, bewailing!</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye had weakened at the best;</div> +<div class="verse">I have tried the trusty weapons</div> +<div class="vind2">Resting erst within my breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have wakened to my duty,</div> +<div class="vind2">To a knowledge strong and deep,</div> +<div class="verse">That I recked not of aforetime,</div> +<div class="vind2">In my long inglorious sleep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the end of life is service,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I felt it not before,</div> +<div class="verse">And I dreamed not how stupendous</div> +<div class="vind2">Was the meaning that it bore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In this subtle sense of being,</div> +<div class="vind2">Newly stirred in every vein,</div> +<div class="verse">I can feel a throb electric—</div> +<div class="vind2">Pleasure half allied with pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis so sweet, and yet so awful,</div> +<div class="vind2">So bewildering, yet brave,</div> +<div class="verse">To be king in every conflict</div> +<div class="vind2">Where before I crouched a slave!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis so glorious to be conscious</div> +<div class="vind2">Of a growing power within</div> +<div class="verse">Stronger than the rallying forces</div> +<div class="vind2">Of a charged and marshaled sin!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never in those old romances</div> +<div class="vind2">Felt I half the thrill of life</div> +<div class="verse">That I feel within me stirring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Standing in this place of strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O those olden days of dalliance,</div> +<div class="vind2">When I wantoned with my fate;</div> +<div class="verse">When I trifled with the knowledge</div> +<div class="vind2">That had well-nigh come too late.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, my soul, look not behind thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast work to do at last;</div> +<div class="verse">Let the brave toil of the present</div> +<div class="vind2">Overarch the crumbling past.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Build thy great acts high and higher;</div> +<div class="vind2">Build them on the conquered sod</div> +<div class="verse">Where thy weakness first fell bleeding,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thy first prayer rose to God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SMALL BEGINNINGS</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A traveler through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;</div> +<div class="verse">And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.</div> +<div class="verse">Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe its early vows;</div> +<div class="verse">And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs;</div> +<div class="verse">The dormouse loved its dangling twigs the birds sweet music bore;</div> +<div class="verse">It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern,</div> +<div class="verse">A passing stranger scooped a well where weary men might turn;</div> +<div class="verse">He walled it in, and hung with care a ladle at the brink;</div> +<div class="verse">He thought not of the deed he did, but judged that toil might drink.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">{51}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">He passed again, and lo! the well, by summers never dried,</div> +<div class="verse">Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues, and saved a life beside.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new;</div> +<div class="verse">A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true.</div> +<div class="verse">It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became</div> +<div class="verse">A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame.</div> +<div class="verse">The thought was small; its issue great; a watchfire on the hill,</div> +<div class="verse">It shed its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A nameless man, amid the crowd that thronged the daily mart,</div> +<div class="verse">Let fall a word of Hope and Love, unstudied, from the heart;</div> +<div class="verse">A whisper on the tumult thrown—a transitory breath—</div> +<div class="verse">It raised a brother from the dust; it saved a soul from death.</div> +<div class="verse">O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast!</div> +<div class="verse">Ye were but little at the first, but mighty at the last!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CHOIR INVISIBLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O may I join the choir invisible</div> +<div class="verse">Of those immortal dead who live again</div> +<div class="verse">In minds made better by their presence; live</div> +<div class="verse">In pulses stirred to generosity,</div> +<div class="verse">In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn</div> +<div class="verse">For miserable aims that end with self,</div> +<div class="verse">In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,</div> +<div class="verse">And with their mild persistence urge man's search</div> +<div class="verse">To vaster issues.</div> +<div class="vind6">So to live is heaven:</div> +<div class="verse">To make undying music in the world,</div> +<div class="verse">Breathing as beauteous order that controls</div> +<div class="verse">With growing sway the growing life of man.</div> +<div class="verse">So we inherit that sweet purity</div> +<div class="verse">For which we struggled, failed and agonized,</div> +<div class="verse">With widening retrospect that bred despair.</div> +<div class="verse">Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued,</div> +<div class="verse">A vicious parent shaming still its child</div> +<div class="verse">Poor, anxious penitence, is quick dissolved;</div> +<div class="verse">Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies,</div> +<div class="verse">Die in the large and charitable air.</div> +<div class="verse">And all our rarer, better, truer, self,</div> +<div class="verse">That sobbed religiously in yearning song,</div> +<div class="verse">That watched to ease the burden of the world,</div> +<div class="verse">Laboriously tracing what must be,</div> +<div class="verse">And what may yet be better—saw within</div> +<div class="verse">A worthier image for the sanctuary,</div> +<div class="verse">And shaped it forth before the multitude</div> +<div class="verse">Divinely human, raising worship so</div> +<div class="verse">To higher reverence more mixed with love—</div> +<div class="verse">That better self shall live till human Time</div> +<div class="verse">Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky</div> +<div class="verse">Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb,</div> +<div class="verse">Unread forever.</div> +<div class="vind6">This is life to come,</div> +<div class="verse">Which martyred men have made more glorious</div> +<div class="verse">For us who strive to follow. May I reach</div> +<div class="verse">That purest heaven, be to other souls</div> +<div class="verse">The cup of strength in some great agony,</div> +<div class="verse">Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love,</div> +<div class="verse">Beget the smiles that have no cruelty—</div> +<div class="verse">Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,</div> +<div class="verse">And in diffusion ever more intense.</div> +<div class="verse">So shall I join the choir invisible</div> +<div class="verse">Whose music is the gladness of the world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Eliot.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY TASK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To love some one more dearly ev'ry day,</div> +<div class="verse">To help a wandering child to find his way,</div> +<div class="verse">To ponder o'er a noble thought, and pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">And smile when evening falls.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To follow truth as blind men long for light,</div> +<div class="verse">To do my best from dawn of day till night,</div> +<div class="verse">To keep my heart fit for His holy sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">And answer when He calls.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maude Louise Ray.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">{52}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"IT IS MORE BLESSED"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">Give! as the waves when their channel is riven;</div> +<div class="verse">Give! as the free air and sunshine are given;</div> +<div class="vind2">Lavishly, utterly, joyfully give!</div> +<div class="verse">Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing;</div> +<div class="verse">Not the faint sparks of thy hearth ever glowing;</div> +<div class="verse">Not a pale bud from the June roses blowing:</div> +<div class="vind2">Give as He gave thee who gave thee to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pour out thy love like the rush of a river,</div> +<div class="verse">Wasting its waters, forever and ever,</div> +<div class="verse">Through the burnt sands that reward not the giver:</div> +<div class="vind2">Silent or songful, thou nearest the sea.</div> +<div class="verse">Scatter thy life as the summer's shower pouring;</div> +<div class="verse">What if no bird through the pearl rain is soaring?</div> +<div class="verse">What if no blossom looks upward adoring?</div> +<div class="vind2">Look to the life that was lavished for thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So the wild wind strews its perfumed caresses:</div> +<div class="verse">Evil and thankless the desert it blesses;</div> +<div class="verse">Bitter the wave that its soft pinion presses;</div> +<div class="vind2">Never it ceaseth to whisper and sing.</div> +<div class="verse">What if the hard heart give thorns for thy roses?</div> +<div class="verse">What if on rocks thy tired bosom reposes?</div> +<div class="verse">Sweeter is music with minor-keyed closes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fairest the vines that on ruin will cling.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Almost the day of thy giving is over;</div> +<div class="verse">Ere from the grass dies the bee-haunted clover</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt have vanished from friend and from lover:</div> +<div class="vind2">What shall thy longing avail in the grave?</div> +<div class="verse">Give as the heart gives whose fetters are breaking—</div> +<div class="verse">Life, love, and hope, all thy dreams and thy waking;</div> +<div class="verse">Soon, heaven's river thy soul-fever slaking,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou shalt know God and the gift that he gave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Rose Terry Cooke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALONG THE WAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are so many helpful things to do</div> +<div class="vind2">Along life's way</div> +<div class="verse">(Helps to the helper, if we did but know),</div> +<div class="vind2">From day to day.</div> +<div class="verse">So many troubled hearts to soothe,</div> +<div class="verse">So many pathways rough to smooth,</div> +<div class="verse">So many comforting words to say,</div> +<div class="verse">To the hearts that falter along the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Here is a lamp of hope gone out</div> +<div class="vind2">Along the way.</div> +<div class="verse">Some one stumbled and fell, no doubt—</div> +<div class="vind2">But, brother, stay!</div> +<div class="verse">Out of thy store of oil refill;</div> +<div class="verse">Kindle the courage that smoulders still;</div> +<div class="verse">Think what Jesus would do to-day</div> +<div class="verse">For one who had fallen beside the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How many lifted hands still plead</div> +<div class="vind2">Along life's way!</div> +<div class="verse">The old, sad story of human need</div> +<div class="vind2">Reads on for aye.</div> +<div class="verse">But let us follow the Saviour's plan—</div> +<div class="verse">Love unstinted to every man;</div> +<div class="verse">Content if, at most, the world should say:</div> +<div class="verse">"He helped his brother along the way!"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SAVED TO SERVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is thy cruse of comfort failing?</div> +<div class="vind2">Rise and share it with another,</div> +<div class="verse">And through all the years of famine</div> +<div class="vind2">It shall serve thee and thy brother.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love divine will fill thy storehouse</div> +<div class="vind2">Or thy handful still renew;</div> +<div class="verse">Scanty fare for one will often</div> +<div class="vind2">Make a royal feast for two.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the heart grows rich in giving—</div> +<div class="vind2">All its wealth is living gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Seeds which mildew in the garner</div> +<div class="vind2">Scattered fill with gold the plain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is thy burden hard and heavy?</div> +<div class="vind2">Do thy steps drag wearily?</div> +<div class="verse">Help to bear thy brother's burden;</div> +<div class="vind2">God will bear both it and thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Numb and weary on the mountains,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow?</div> +<div class="verse">Chafe that frozen form beside thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And together both shall glow.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">{53}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou stricken in life's battle?</div> +<div class="vind2">Many wounded round thee moan:</div> +<div class="verse">Lavish on their wounds thy balsam,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that balm shall heal thine own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is thy heart a well left empty?</div> +<div class="vind2">None but God the void can fill.</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing but the ceaseless Fountain</div> +<div class="vind2">Can its ceaseless longings still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is the heart a living power?</div> +<div class="vind2">Self-entwined its strength sinks low.</div> +<div class="verse">It can only live in loving,</div> +<div class="vind2">And by serving love will grow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BY DOING GOOD WE LIVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A certain wise man, deeply versed</div> +<div class="vind2">In all the learning of the East,</div> +<div class="verse">Grew tired in spirit, and athirst</div> +<div class="vind2">From life to be released.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So to Eliab, holy man</div> +<div class="vind2">Of God he came: "Ah, give me, friend,</div> +<div class="verse">The herb of death, that now the span</div> +<div class="vind2">Of my vain life may end."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Eliab gently answered: "Ere</div> +<div class="vind2">The soul may free itself indeed,</div> +<div class="verse">This herb of healing thou must bear</div> +<div class="vind2">To seven men in need;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"When thou hast lightened each man's grief,</div> +<div class="vind2">And brought him hope and joy again,</div> +<div class="verse">Return; nor shalt thou seek relief</div> +<div class="vind2">At Allah's hands in vain."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wise man sighed, and humbly said:</div> +<div class="vind2">"As Allah willeth, so is best."</div> +<div class="verse">And with the healing herb he sped</div> +<div class="vind2">Away upon his quest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And as he journeyed on, intent</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve the sorrowing in the land</div> +<div class="verse">On deeds of love and mercy bent,</div> +<div class="vind2">The herb bloomed in his hand,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And through his pulses shot a fire</div> +<div class="vind2">Of strength and hope and happiness;</div> +<div class="verse">His heart leaped with a glad desire</div> +<div class="vind2">To live and serve and bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord of all earthly woe and need,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be this, life's flower, mine!</div> +<div class="verse">To love, to comfort, and to heal—</div> +<div class="vind2">Therein is life divine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josephine Troup.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FOR STRENGTH WE ASK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For strength we ask</div> +<div class="verse">For the ten thousand times repeated task,</div> +<div class="vind2">The endless smallnesses of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No, not to lay</div> +<div class="vind2">My life down in the cause I cherish most,</div> +<div class="vind2">That were too easy. But, whate'er it cost, +</div></div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To fail no more</div> +<div class="verse">In gentleness toward the ungentle, nor</div> +<div class="vind2">In love toward the unlovely, and to give,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Each day I live,</div> +<div class="vind2">To every hour with outstretched hand, its meed</div> +<div class="vind2">Of not-to-be-regretted thought and deed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MARTHA OR MARY?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot choose; I should have liked so much</div> +<div class="verse">To sit at Jesus' feet—to feel the touch</div> +<div class="verse">Of his kind gentle hand upon my head</div> +<div class="verse">While drinking in the gracious words he said.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And yet to serve Him!—Oh, divine employ—</div> +<div class="verse">To minister and give the Master joy;</div> +<div class="verse">To bathe in coolest springs his weary feet,</div> +<div class="verse">And wait upon Him while He sat at meat!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Worship or service—which? Ah, that is best</div> +<div class="verse">To which he calls us, be it toil or rest;</div> +<div class="verse">To labor for Him in life's busy stir,</div> +<div class="verse">Or seek His feet, a silent worshiper.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the gospel of labor—ring it, ye bells of the kirk—</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord of Love came down from above to live with the men who work.</div> +<div class="verse">This is the rose that he planted, here in the thorn-cursed soil;</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of earth is toil.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry van Dyke.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">{54}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MARTHA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord, Yet some must serve!</div> +<div class="vind2">Not all with tranquil heart,</div> +<div class="verse">Even at Thy dear feet,</div> +<div class="verse">Wrapped in devotion sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">May sit apart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord! Yet some must bear</div> +<div class="vind2">The burden of the day,</div> +<div class="verse">Its labor and its heat,</div> +<div class="verse">While others at Thy feet</div> +<div class="vind2">May muse and pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord! Yet some must do</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's daily task-work; some</div> +<div class="verse">Who fain would sing must toil</div> +<div class="verse">Amid earth's dust and moil,</div> +<div class="vind2">While lips are dumb!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord! Yet man must earn</div> +<div class="vind2">And woman bake the bread;</div> +<div class="verse">And some must watch and wake</div> +<div class="verse">Early for others' sake,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who pray instead!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord! Yet even thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast need of earthly care;</div> +<div class="verse">I bring the bread and wine</div> +<div class="verse">To Thee a Guest divine—</div> +<div class="vind2">Be this my prayer!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we sit down at set of sun</div> +<div class="verse">And count the things that we have done,</div> +<div class="vind2">And counting, find</div> +<div class="verse">One self-denying act, one word</div> +<div class="verse">That eased the heart of him who heard,</div> +<div class="vind2">One glance most kind,</div> +<div class="verse">That fell like sunshine where it went,</div> +<div class="verse">Then we may count the day well spent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But if through all the livelong day</div> +<div class="verse">We've eased no heart by yea or nay;</div> +<div class="vind2">If through it all</div> +<div class="verse">We've nothing done that we can trace</div> +<div class="verse">That brought the sunshine to a face,</div> +<div class="vind2">No act most small</div> +<div class="verse">That helped some soul, and nothing cost,</div> +<div class="verse">Then count that day as worse than lost.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This for the day of life I ask:</div> +<div class="verse">Some all-absorbing, useful task;</div> +<div class="verse">And when 'tis wholly, truly done,</div> +<div class="verse">A tranquil rest at set of sun.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SERVICE</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! grand is the world's work, and noble, forsooth,</div> +<div class="vind2">The doing one's part, be it ever so small!</div> +<div class="verse">You, reaping with Boaz, I, gleaning with Ruth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are honored by serving, yet servants of all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No drudge in his corner but speeds the world's wheels;</div> +<div class="vind2">No serf in the field but is sowing God's seed—</div> +<div class="verse">More noble, I think, in the dust though he kneels,</div> +<div class="vind2">Than the pauper of wealth, who makes scorn of the deed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is toil but a treadmill? Think not of the grind,</div> +<div class="vind2">But think of the grist, what is done and to do,</div> +<div class="verse">The world growing better, more like to God's mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">By long, faithful labor of helpers like you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The broom or the spade or the shuttle, that plies</div> +<div class="vind2">Its own honest task in its own honest way,</div> +<div class="verse">Serves heaven not less than a star in the skies—</div> +<div class="vind2">What more could the Pleiades do than obey?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Buckham.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUMMER AND WINTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If no kindly thought or word</div> +<div class="vind2">We can give, some soul to bless,</div> +<div class="verse">If our hands, from hour to hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do no deeds of gentleness;</div> +<div class="verse">If to lone and weary ones</div> +<div class="vind2">We no comfort will impart—</div> +<div class="verse">Tho' 'tis summer in the sky,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet 'tis winter in the heart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we strive to lift the gloom</div> +<div class="vind2">From a dark and burdened life;</div> +<div class="verse">If we seek to lull the storm</div> +<div class="vind2">Of our fallen brother's strife;</div> +<div class="verse">If we bid all hate and scorn</div> +<div class="vind2">From the spirit to depart—</div> +<div class="verse">Tho' 'tis winter in the sky,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet 'tis summer in the heart!</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">{55}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ELEVENTH-HOUR LABORER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Idlers all day about the market-place</div> +<div class="vind2">They name us, and our dumb lips answer not,</div> +<div class="verse">Bearing the bitter while our sloth's disgrace,</div> +<div class="vind2">And our dark tasking whereof none may wot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, the fair slopes where the grape-gatherers go!—</div> +<div class="vind2">Not they the day's fierce heat and burden bear,</div> +<div class="verse">But we who on the market-stones drop slow</div> +<div class="vind2">Our barren tears, while all the bright hours wear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord of the vineyard, whose dear word declares</div> +<div class="vind2">Our one hour's labor as the day's shall be,</div> +<div class="verse">What coin divine can make our wage as theirs</div> +<div class="vind2">Who had the morning joy of work for Thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—L. Gray Noble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"THY LABOR IS NOT IN VAIN"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I have labored in vain," a preacher said,</div> +<div class="vind2">And his brow was marked with care;</div> +<div class="verse">"I have labored in vain." He bowed down his head,</div> +<div class="verse">And bitter and sad were the tears he shed</div> +<div class="vind2">In that moment of dark despair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I am weary and worn, and my hands are weak,</div> +<div class="vind2">And my courage is well-nigh gone;</div> +<div class="verse">For none give heed to the words I speak,</div> +<div class="verse">And in vain for a promise of fruit I seek</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the seed of the Word is sown."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And again with a sorrowful heart he wept,</div> +<div class="vind2">For his spirit with grief was stirred,</div> +<div class="verse">Till the night grew dark, and at last he slept,</div> +<div class="verse">And a silent calm o'er his spirit crept,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a whisper of "peace" was heard.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he thought in his dream that his soul took flight</div> +<div class="vind2">To a blessed and bright abode;</div> +<div class="verse">He saw a throne of dazzling light,</div> +<div class="verse">And harps were ringing, and robes were white—</div> +<div class="vind2">Made white in a Saviour's blood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he saw such a countless throng around</div> +<div class="vind2">As he never had seen before,</div> +<div class="verse">Their brows with jewels of light were crowned,</div> +<div class="verse">And sorrow and sighing no place had found—</div> +<div class="vind2">The troubles of time were o'er.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then a white-robed maiden came forth and said,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Joy! Joy! for the trials are passed!</div> +<div class="verse">I am one that thy gentle words have led</div> +<div class="verse">In the narrow pathway of life to tread—</div> +<div class="vind2">I welcome thee home at last!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And the preacher gazed on the maiden's face—</div> +<div class="vind2">He had seen that face on earth,</div> +<div class="verse">Where, with anxious heart, in his wonted place</div> +<div class="verse">He had told his charge of a Saviour's grace,</div> +<div class="vind2">And their need of a second birth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then the preacher smiled, and the angel said,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Go forth to thy work again;</div> +<div class="verse">It is not in vain that the seed is shed—</div> +<div class="verse">If only <span class="smcap">one</span> soul to the cross is led,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy labor is not in vain."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And at last he woke, and his knee he bent</div> +<div class="vind2">In grateful, childlike prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And he prayed till an answer of peace was sent,</div> +<div class="verse">And Faith and Hope as a rainbow bent</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er the clouds of his earthly care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he rose in joy, and his eye was bright.</div> +<div class="vind2">His sorrow and grief had fled,</div> +<div class="verse">And his soul was calm and his heart was light,</div> +<div class="verse">For his hands were strong in his Saviour's might</div> +<div class="vind2">As forth to his work he sped.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whatever dies, or is forgot—</div> +<div class="verse">Work done for God, it dieth not.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">{56}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FOLLOWING THE MASTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked the Lord that I might worthier be,</div> +<div class="verse">Might grow in faith and hope and charity;</div> +<div class="verse">And straight, "Go feed my lambs!" he answered me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Nay, Lord!" I cried. "Can outward deeds avail</div> +<div class="verse">To cleanse my spirit? Heart and courage fail</div> +<div class="verse">And sins prevent, and foes and fears assail."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And still, "Go, feed my lambs!" was all I heard.</div> +<div class="verse">But should I rest upon that simple word?</div> +<div class="verse">Was that, indeed, my message from my Lord?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Behold, I thought that he his hand would lay</div> +<div class="verse">On my sick soul, and words of healing say,</div> +<div class="verse">And charm the plague-spot from my heart away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Half wroth, I turned to go; but oh! the look</div> +<div class="verse">He on me cast—a gaze I could not brook;</div> +<div class="verse">With deep relentings all my spirit shook.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"O dearest Lord," I cried, "I will obey,</div> +<div class="verse">Say what thou wilt! only lead thou the way;</div> +<div class="verse">For, following thee, my footsteps shall not stray."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He took me at my word. He went before;</div> +<div class="verse">He led me to the dwellings of the poor,</div> +<div class="verse">Where wolf-eyed Want keeps watch beside the door.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He beckoned me, and I essayed to go</div> +<div class="verse">Where Sin and Crime, more sad than Want and Woe,</div> +<div class="verse">Hold carnival, and Vice walks to and fro.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when I faltered at the sight, He said,</div> +<div class="verse">"Behold, I died for such! These hands have bled,</div> +<div class="verse">This side for such has pierced been," he said.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Is the disciple greater than his Lord?</div> +<div class="verse">The servant than his Master?" Oh, that word!</div> +<div class="verse">It smote me like a sharp, two-edged sword!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And since that hour, if any work of mine</div> +<div class="verse">Has been accepted by my Lord as sign</div> +<div class="verse">That I was following in his steps divine;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If, serving others (though imperfectly),</div> +<div class="verse">My own poor life has worthier come to be,</div> +<div class="verse">And I have grown in faith and charity,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear Lord, be thine the glory! Thou hast wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">All unaware, the blessing that I sought.</div> +<div class="verse">O that these lips might praise thee as they ought!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE ALWAYS GIVING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The sun gives ever; so the earth—</div> +<div class="verse">What it can give so much 'tis worth;</div> +<div class="verse">The ocean gives in many ways—</div> +<div class="verse">Gives baths, gives fishes, rivers, bays;</div> +<div class="verse">So, too, the air, it gives us breath.</div> +<div class="verse">When it stops giving, comes in death.</div> +<div class="vind2">Give, give, be always giving;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who gives not is not living;</div> +<div class="vind4">The more you give</div> +<div class="vind4">The more you live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's love hath in us wealth unheaped</div> +<div class="verse">Only by giving it is reaped;</div> +<div class="verse">The body withers, and the mind</div> +<div class="verse">Is pent up by a selfish rind.</div> +<div class="verse">Give strength, give thought, give deeds, give pelf,</div> +<div class="verse">Give love, give tears, and give thyself.</div> +<div class="vind2">Give, give, be always giving,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who gives not is not living;</div> +<div class="vind4">The more we give</div> +<div class="vind4">The more we live.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Slightest actions often meet the sorest needs,</div> +<div class="verse">For the world wants daily little kindly deeds;</div> +<div class="verse">O, what care and sorrow you may help remove</div> +<div class="verse">With your song and courage, sympathy and love.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">{57}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT LOST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The look of sympathy; the gentle word</div> +<div class="verse">Spoken so low that only angels heard;</div> +<div class="verse">The secret act of pure self-sacrifice,</div> +<div class="verse">Unseen by men, but marked by angels' eyes;</div> +<div class="vind2">These are not lost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The silent tears that fall at dead of night</div> +<div class="verse">Over soiled robes that once were pure and white;</div> +<div class="verse">The prayers that rise like incense from the soul,</div> +<div class="verse">Longing for Christ to make it clean and whole;</div> +<div class="vind2">These are not lost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The happy dreams that gladdened all our youth,</div> +<div class="verse">When dreams had less of self and more of truth;</div> +<div class="verse">The childhood's faith, so tranquil and so sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">Which sat like Mary at the Master's feet;</div> +<div class="vind2">These are not lost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The kindly plans devised for others' good,</div> +<div class="verse">So seldom guessed, so little understood;</div> +<div class="verse">The quiet, steadfast love that strove to win</div> +<div class="verse">Some wanderer from the ways of sin;</div> +<div class="vind2">These are not lost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not lost, O Lord! for in Thy city bright</div> +<div class="verse">Our eyes shall see the past by clearer light,</div> +<div class="verse">And things long hidden from our gaze below</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt reveal, and we shall surely know</div> +<div class="vind2">They were not lost.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's never a rose in all the world</div> +<div class="vind2">But makes some green spray sweeter;</div> +<div class="verse">There's never a wind in all the sky</div> +<div class="vind2">But makes some bird wing fleeter;</div> +<div class="verse">There's never a star but brings to heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Some silver radiance tender;</div> +<div class="verse">And never a rosy cloud but helps</div> +<div class="vind2">To crown the sunset splendor;</div> +<div class="verse">No robin but may thrill some heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">His dawn like gladness voicing;</div> +<div class="verse">God gives us all some small sweet way</div> +<div class="vind2">To set the world rejoicing.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BROADER FIELD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O thou who sighest for a broader field</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherein to sow the seeds of truth and right—</div> +<div class="verse">Who fain a fuller, nobler power would wield</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er human souls that languish for the light—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Search well the realm that even now is thine!</div> +<div class="vind2">Canst not thou in some far-off corner find</div> +<div class="verse">A heart sin-bound, like tree with sapping vine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Waiting for help its burdens to unbind?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some human plant, perchance beneath thine eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Pierced through with hidden thorns of idle fears;</div> +<div class="verse">Or drooping low for need of light from skies</div> +<div class="vind2">Obscured by doubt-clouds raining poison tears?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some bruisèd soul the balm of love would heal;</div> +<div class="vind2">Some timid spirit faith would courage give;</div> +<div class="verse">Or maimèd brother, who, though brave and leal,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still needeth thee, to rightly walk and live?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O while one soul thou findest which hath not known</div> +<div class="vind2">The fullest help thy soul hath power to give,</div> +<div class="verse">Sigh not for fields still broader than thine own,</div> +<div class="vind2">But, steadfast in thine own, more broadly live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Julia Anna Wolcott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be it health or be it leisure,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be it skill we have to give,</div> +<div class="verse">Still in spending it for others</div> +<div class="vind2">Christians only really live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in having or receiving,</div> +<div class="vind2">But in giving, there is bliss;</div> +<div class="verse">He who has no other pleasure</div> +<div class="vind2">Ever may rejoice in this.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">{58}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT CHRIST SAID</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I said, "Let me walk in the fields."</div> +<div class="vind2">He said, "No, walk in the town."</div> +<div class="verse">I said, "There are no flowers there."</div> +<div class="vind2">He said, "No flowers, but a crown."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I said, "But the skies are black;</div> +<div class="vind2">There is nothing but noise and din."</div> +<div class="verse">And He wept as he sent me back;</div> +<div class="vind2">"There is more," He said; "there is sin."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I said, "But the air is thick,</div> +<div class="vind2">And fogs are veiling the sun."</div> +<div class="verse">He answered, "Yet souls are sick,</div> +<div class="vind2">And souls in the dark undone."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I said, "I shall miss the light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And friends will miss me, they say."</div> +<div class="verse">He answered, "Choose to-night</div> +<div class="vind2">If <i>I</i> am to miss you, or they."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pleaded for time to be given.</div> +<div class="vind2">He said, "Is it hard to decide?</div> +<div class="verse">It will not seem hard in heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">To have followed the steps of your Guide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cast one look at the fields,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then set my face to the town;</div> +<div class="verse">He said, "My child, do you yield?</div> +<div class="vind2">Will you leave the flowers for the crown?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then into His hand went mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">And into my heart came He;</div> +<div class="verse">And I walk in a light divine</div> +<div class="vind2">The path I had feared to see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY SERVICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked the Lord to let me do</div> +<div class="vind2">Some mighty work for Him;</div> +<div class="verse">To fight amid His battle hosts,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then sing the victor's hymn.</div> +<div class="verse">I longed my ardent love to show,</div> +<div class="verse">But Jesus would not have it so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He placed me in a quiet home,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose life was calm and still,</div> +<div class="verse">And gave me little things to do,</div> +<div class="vind2">My daily round to fill;</div> +<div class="verse">I could not think it good to be</div> +<div class="verse">Just put aside so silently.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Small duties gathered round my way,</div> +<div class="vind2">They seemed of earth alone;</div> +<div class="verse">I, who had longed for conquests bright</div> +<div class="vind2">To lay before His throne,</div> +<div class="verse">Had common things to do and bear,</div> +<div class="verse">To watch and strive with daily care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So then I thought my prayer unheard,</div> +<div class="vind2">And asked the Lord once more</div> +<div class="verse">That He would give me work for Him</div> +<div class="vind2">And open wide the door;</div> +<div class="verse">Forgetting that my Master knew</div> +<div class="verse">Just what was best for me to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then quietly the answer came,</div> +<div class="vind2">"My child, I hear thy cry;</div> +<div class="verse">Think not that mighty deeds alone</div> +<div class="vind2">Will bring the victory.</div> +<div class="verse">The battle has been planned by Me,</div> +<div class="verse">Let daily life thy conquests see."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PASS IT ON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have you had a kindness shown?</div> +<div class="vind6">Pass it on.</div> +<div class="verse">It was not given to you alone,</div> +<div class="vind6">Pass it on.</div> +<div class="verse">Let it travel through the years;</div> +<div class="verse">Let it wipe another's tears;</div> +<div class="verse">Till in heaven the deed appears,</div> +<div class="vind6">Pass it on.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have you found the heavenly light?</div> +<div class="vind6">Pass it on.</div> +<div class="verse">Souls are groping in the night,</div> +<div class="vind6">Daylight gone.</div> +<div class="verse">Lift your lighted lamp on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Be a star in some one's sky,</div> +<div class="verse">He may live who else would die.</div> +<div class="vind6">Pass it on.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GIVING AND TAKING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who gives, and hides the giving hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall find his smallest gift outweighs</div> +<div class="verse">The burden of the sea and land.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who gives to whom hath naught been given,</div> +<div class="vind2">His gift in need, though small indeed</div> +<div class="vind2">As is the grass-blade's wind-blown seed,</div> +<div class="verse">Is large as earth and rich as heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier, from Tinnevaluna of India.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">{59}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONE PATH TO LIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What is the world? A wandering maze,</div> +<div class="verse">Where sin hath tracked a thousand ways</div> +<div class="vind2">Her victims to ensnare.</div> +<div class="verse">All broad and winding and aslope,</div> +<div class="verse">All tempting with perfidious hope,</div> +<div class="vind2">All ending in despair.</div> +<div class="verse">Millions of pilgrims throng those roads,</div> +<div class="verse">Bearing their baubles or their loads</div> +<div class="vind2">Down to eternal night.</div> +<div class="verse">One only path that never bends,</div> +<div class="verse">Narrow and rough and steep, ascends</div> +<div class="vind2">Through darkness into light.</div> +<div class="verse">Is there no guide to show that path?</div> +<div class="verse">The Bible. He alone that hath</div> +<div class="vind2">The Bible need not stray.</div> +<div class="verse">But he who hath and will not give</div> +<div class="verse">That light of life to all that live,</div> +<div class="vind2">Himself shall lose the way.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF WE COULD ONLY SEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It were not hard, we think, to serve Him</div> +<div class="vind2">If we could only see!</div> +<div class="verse">If he would stand with that gaze intense</div> +<div class="verse">Burning into our bodily sense,</div> +<div class="verse">If we might look on that face most tender,</div> +<div class="verse">The brows where the scars are turned to splendor,</div> +<div class="verse">Might catch the light of his smile so sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">And view the marks on his hands and feet,</div> +<div class="vind2">How loyal we should be!</div> +<div class="verse">It were not hard, we think, to serve him,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we could only see!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It were not hard, he says, to see him,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we would only serve;</div> +<div class="verse">"He that doeth the will of Heaven,</div> +<div class="verse">To him shall knowledge and sight be given."</div> +<div class="verse">While for his presence we sit repining,</div> +<div class="verse">Never we see his countenance shining;</div> +<div class="verse">They who toil where his reapers be</div> +<div class="verse">The glow of his smile may always see,</div> +<div class="vind2">And their faith can never swerve.</div> +<div class="verse">It were not hard, he says, to see him,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we would only serve.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think not in sleep to fold thy hands,</div> +<div class="verse">Forgetful of thy Lord's commands,</div> +<div class="verse">From Duty's claims no life is free,</div> +<div class="verse">Behold! To-day has need of thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHEN YOU DO AN ACT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">You can never tell when you do an act</div> +<div class="vind2">Just what the result will be;</div> +<div class="verse">But with every deed you are sowing a seed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though its harvest you may not see.</div> +<div class="verse">Each kindly act is an acorn dropped</div> +<div class="vind2">In God's productive soil;</div> +<div class="verse">Though you may not know, yet the tree shall grow</div> +<div class="vind2">And shelter the brows that toil.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>YOUR MISSION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot on the ocean</div> +<div class="vind2">Sail among the swiftest fleet,</div> +<div class="verse">Rocking on the highest billows,</div> +<div class="vind2">Laughing at the storms you meet;</div> +<div class="verse">You can stand among the sailors</div> +<div class="vind2">Anchored yet within the bay;</div> +<div class="verse">You can lend a hand to help them</div> +<div class="vind2">As they launch their boat away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you are too weak to journey</div> +<div class="vind2">Up the mountain steep and high,</div> +<div class="verse">You can stand within the valley</div> +<div class="vind2">While the multitudes go by;</div> +<div class="verse">You can chant in happy measure</div> +<div class="vind2">As they slowly pass along;</div> +<div class="verse">Though they may forget the singer</div> +<div class="vind2">They will not forget the song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you have not gold and silver</div> +<div class="vind2">Ever ready to command;</div> +<div class="verse">If you cannot toward the needy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Reach an ever-open hand;</div> +<div class="verse">You can visit the afflicted,</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er the erring you can weep;</div> +<div class="verse">You can be a true disciple</div> +<div class="vind2">Sitting at the Saviour's feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot in the harvest</div> +<div class="vind2">Garner up the richest sheaves,</div> +<div class="verse">Many a grain both ripe and golden</div> +<div class="vind2">Will the careless reapers leave;</div> +<div class="verse">Go and glean among the briers</div> +<div class="vind2">Growing rank against the wall,</div> +<div class="verse">For it may be that their shadow</div> +<div class="vind2">Hides the heaviest wheat of all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot in the conflict</div> +<div class="vind2">Prove yourself a soldier true,</div> +<div class="verse">If where fire and smoke are thickest</div> +<div class="vind2">There's no work for you to do;</div> +<div class="verse">When the battle-field is silent</div> +<div class="vind2">You can go with careful tread:</div> +<div class="verse">You can bear away the wounded,</div> +<div class="vind2">You can cover up the dead.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">{60}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot be the watchman,</div> +<div class="vind2">Standing high on Zion's wall,</div> +<div class="verse">Pointing out the path to heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Offering life and peace to all;</div> +<div class="verse">With your prayers and with your bounties</div> +<div class="vind2">You can do what Heaven demands,</div> +<div class="verse">You can be like faithful Aaron,</div> +<div class="vind2">Holding up the prophet's hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do not, then, stand idly waiting</div> +<div class="vind2">For some greater work to do;</div> +<div class="verse">Fortune is a lazy goddess—</div> +<div class="vind2">She will never come to you.</div> +<div class="verse">Go and toil in any vineyard,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do not fear to do or dare;</div> +<div class="verse">If you want a field of labor</div> +<div class="vind2">You can find it anywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—G. M. Grannis.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE FAITHFUL MONK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Golden gleams of noonday fell</div> +<div class="verse">On the pavement of the cell,</div> +<div class="verse">And the monk still lingered there</div> +<div class="verse">In the ecstasy of prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Fuller floods of glory streamed</div> +<div class="verse">Through the window, and it seemed</div> +<div class="verse">Like an answering glow of love</div> +<div class="verse">From the countenance above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On the silence of the cell</div> +<div class="verse">Break the faint tones of a bell.</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis the hour when at the gate</div> +<div class="verse">Crowds of poor and hungry wait,</div> +<div class="verse">Wan and wistful, to be fed</div> +<div class="verse">With the friar of mercy's bread.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hark! that chime of heaven's far bells!</div> +<div class="verse">On the monk's rapt ear it swells,</div> +<div class="verse">No! fond, flattering dream, away!</div> +<div class="verse">Mercy calls; no longer stay!</div> +<div class="verse">Whom thou yearnest here to find</div> +<div class="verse">In the musings of thy mind,</div> +<div class="verse">God and Jesus, lo, they wait</div> +<div class="verse">Knocking at thy convent gate!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From his knees the monk arose;</div> +<div class="verse">With full heart and hand he goes,</div> +<div class="verse">At his gate the poor relieves,</div> +<div class="verse">Gains a blessing and receives;</div> +<div class="verse">To his cell returned, and there</div> +<div class="verse">Found the angel of his prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Who with radiant features said,</div> +<div class="verse">"Hadst thou stayed I must have fled."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Timothy Brooks.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HEAVENLY PRESENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Somewhere I have read of an aged monk</div> +<div class="vind2">Who, kneeling one day in his cell,</div> +<div class="verse">Beheld in a glorious vision the form</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the dear Lord Christ; and there fell</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Upon him a rapture, wondrously sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">And his lips could frame no word,</div> +<div class="verse">As he gazed on the form and noted the love</div> +<div class="vind2">That beamed from the face of his Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There came to his ears the sound of a bell</div> +<div class="vind2">Which called him early and late</div> +<div class="verse">To carry loaves to the wretched poor</div> +<div class="vind2">Who lingered about the gate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Could he leave his cell now glorified</div> +<div class="vind2">By the presence of the Christ,</div> +<div class="verse">The Blessed Son, the Holy One,</div> +<div class="vind2">His Saviour, the Sacrificed?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He went to his act of mercy, and when</div> +<div class="vind2">He returned to his cell, the dim</div> +<div class="verse">Gay light was dispelled as the loving Christ</div> +<div class="vind2">Re-entered to welcome him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And the Blessed One remained, more fair,</div> +<div class="vind2">More glorious than before,</div> +<div class="verse">And the heart of the aged monk was glad,</div> +<div class="vind2">And his cell was dim no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Draw nigh and abide with me, O Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">All through this day," is the prayer</div> +<div class="verse">Which sounds from my heart, and my lips repeat</div> +<div class="vind2">Each morning, and Christ, the Fair,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Seems very near as his words I hear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though his form I do not see;</div> +<div class="verse">"When you care for the least of these, dear child,</div> +<div class="vind2">You have done it unto me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"With loving service fill all this day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do good in the name of your Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">And I will be near, your heart to cheer,</div> +<div class="vind2">According to my word."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Norris Burr.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">{61}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONLY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was <i>only</i> a blossom,</div> +<div class="vind2">Just the merest bit of bloom,</div> +<div class="verse">But it brought a glimpse of summer</div> +<div class="vind2">To the little darkened room.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was <i>only</i> a glad "good morning,"</div> +<div class="vind2">As she passed along the way;</div> +<div class="verse">But it spread the morning's glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Over the livelong day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Only</i> a song; but the music,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though simply pure and sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">Brought back to better pathways</div> +<div class="vind2">The reckless roving feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"<i>Only</i>," in our blind wisdom,</div> +<div class="vind2">How dare we say at all?</div> +<div class="verse">Since the ages alone can tell us</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is the great or small.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SOMETHING YOU CAN DO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hark! the voice of Jesus calling,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Who will go and work to-day?</div> +<div class="verse">Fields are white and harvests waiting,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who will bear the sheaves away?"</div> +<div class="verse">Loud and long the Master calleth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rich reward he offers free;</div> +<div class="verse">Who will answer, gladly saying,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Here am I, send me, send me."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot cross the ocean</div> +<div class="vind2">And the heathen lands explore,</div> +<div class="verse">You can find the heathen nearer,</div> +<div class="vind2">You can help them at your door;</div> +<div class="verse">If you cannot give your thousands</div> +<div class="vind2">You can give the widow's mite;</div> +<div class="verse">And the least you give for Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Will be precious in his sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you cannot speak like angels,</div> +<div class="vind2">If you cannot preach like Paul,</div> +<div class="verse">You can tell the love of Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">You can say he died for all.</div> +<div class="verse">If you cannot rouse the wicked</div> +<div class="vind2">With the Judgment's dread alarms,</div> +<div class="verse">You can lead the little children</div> +<div class="vind2">To the Saviour's waiting arms.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let none hear you idly saying</div> +<div class="vind2">"There is nothing I can do,"</div> +<div class="verse">While the sons of men are dying,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the Master calls for you.</div> +<div class="verse">Take the task he gives you gladly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let his work your pleasure be;</div> +<div class="verse">Answer quickly, when he calleth,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Here am I, send me, send me."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Daniel March.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SEEDTIME</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Sow thou thy seed!</div> +<div class="verse">Glad is the light of Spring—the sun is glowing.</div> +<div class="vind6">Do thou thy deed:</div> +<div class="verse">Who knows when flower or deed shall cease its growing?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Thy seed may be</div> +<div class="verse">Bearer of thousands scattered far and near;</div> +<div class="vind6">Eternity</div> +<div class="verse">May feel the impress of the deed done here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur L. Salmon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TOIL A BLESSING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The toil of brain, or heart, or hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is man's appointed lot;</div> +<div class="verse">He who God's call can understand</div> +<div class="vind2">Will work and murmur not.</div> +<div class="verse">Toil is no thorny crown of pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bound round man's brow for sin;</div> +<div class="verse">True souls, from it, all strength may gain,</div> +<div class="vind2">High manliness may win.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God! who workest hitherto,</div> +<div class="vind2">Working in all we see,</div> +<div class="verse">Fain would we be, and bear, and do,</div> +<div class="vind2">As best it pleaseth thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er thou sendest we will go,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor any questions ask,</div> +<div class="verse">And that thou biddest we will do,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever be the task.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our skill of hand, and strength of limb,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are not our own, but thine;</div> +<div class="verse">We link them to the work of Him</div> +<div class="vind2">Who made all life divine.</div> +<div class="verse">Our brother-friend, thy holy Son,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shared all our lot and strife;</div> +<div class="verse">And nobly will our work be done</div> +<div class="vind2">If molded by his life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas W. Freckelton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No service in itself is small;</div> +<div class="vind2">None great, though earth it fill;</div> +<div class="verse">But that is small that seeks its own,</div> +<div class="vind2">And great that seeks God's will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then hold my hand, most gracious God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Guide all my goings still;</div> +<div class="verse">And let it be my life's one aim,</div> +<div class="vind2">To know and do thy will.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">{62}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EASILY GIVEN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was only a sunny smile,</div> +<div class="vind2">And little it cost in the giving;</div> +<div class="vind4">But it scattered the night</div> +<div class="vind4">Like morning light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And made the day worth living.</div> +<div class="verse">Through life's dull warp a woof it wove,</div> +<div class="verse">In shining colors of light and love,</div> +<div class="verse">And the angels smiled as they watched above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet little it cost in giving.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was only a kindly word,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a word that was lightly spoken;</div> +<div class="vind4">Yet not in vain,</div> +<div class="vind4">For it stilled the pain</div> +<div class="vind2">Of a heart that was nearly broken.</div> +<div class="verse">It strengthened a fate beset by fears</div> +<div class="verse">And groping blindly through mists of tears</div> +<div class="verse">For light to brighten the coming years,</div> +<div class="vind2">Although it was lightly spoken.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was only a helping hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">And it seemed of little availing;</div> +<div class="vind4">But its clasps were warm,</div> +<div class="vind4">And it saved from harm</div> +<div class="vind2">A brother whose strength was failing.</div> +<div class="verse">Its touch was tender as angels' wings,</div> +<div class="verse">But it rolled the stone from the hidden springs,</div> +<div class="verse">And pointed the way to higher things,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though it seemed of little availing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A smile, a word, a touch,</div> +<div class="vind2">And each is easily given;</div> +<div class="vind4">Yet one may win</div> +<div class="vind4">A soul from sin</div> +<div class="vind2">Or smooth the way to heaven.</div> +<div class="verse">A smile may lighten a falling heart,</div> +<div class="verse">A word may soften pain's keenest smart,</div> +<div class="verse">A touch may lead us from sin apart—</div> +<div class="vind2">How easily each is given!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WORKING WITH CHRIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O matchless honor, all unsought,</div> +<div class="verse">High privilege, surpassing thought</div> +<div class="verse">That thou shouldst call us, Lord, to be</div> +<div class="verse">Linked in work-fellowship with thee!</div> +<div class="verse">To carry out <i>thy</i> wondrous plan,</div> +<div class="verse">To bear <i>thy</i> messages to man;</div> +<div class="verse">"In trust," with Christ's own word of grace</div> +<div class="verse">To every soul of human race.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE "NEW LOGION"</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Jesus saith," and His deep Saying who shall rightly understand,</div> +<div class="verse">Rescued from the grasp of ages, risen from its grave of sand?</div> +<div class="verse">Who shall read its mystic meaning, who explain its import high:</div> +<div class="verse">"Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Does it mean the stone-built altar, and the cleft-wood for its fire,</div> +<div class="verse">That with sacrificial offering shall the soul to God aspire,</div> +<div class="verse">Purged and pure from sin's defilement, lifting holy hands on high,</div> +<div class="verse">"Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Does it mean that toil and action are the price that man shall pay,</div> +<div class="verse">Striving the strait gait to enter, pressing on the narrow way,</div> +<div class="verse">Clearing it from shade and hindrance, with strong arm and purpose high,</div> +<div class="verse">"Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Does it mean that he who seeketh may Thy presence always see</div> +<div class="verse">In the common things around him, in the stone and in the tree,</div> +<div class="verse">Underlying, all-pervading, Soul of Nature, ever nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">"Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yea, in all our work and worship, in our quiet, in our strife,</div> +<div class="verse">In the daily, busy handwork, in the soul's most ardent life,</div> +<div class="verse">Each may read his own true meaning of the Saying deep and high,</div> +<div class="verse">"Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mrs. Henry B. Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He's true to God, who's true to man; wherever wrong is done,</div> +<div class="verse">To the humblest and the weakest, 'neath the all-beholding sun,</div> +<div class="verse">That wrong is also done to us; and they are slaves most base</div> +<div class="verse">Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">{63}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HER CREED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She stood before a chosen few,</div> +<div class="verse">With modest air and eyes of blue;</div> +<div class="verse">A gentle creature, in whose face</div> +<div class="verse">Were mingled tenderness and grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"You wish to join our fold," they said;</div> +<div class="verse">"Do you believe in all that's read</div> +<div class="verse">From ritual and written creed,</div> +<div class="verse">Essential to our human need?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A troubled look was in her eyes;</div> +<div class="verse">She answered, as in vague surprise,</div> +<div class="verse">As though the sense to her were dim.</div> +<div class="verse">"I only strive to follow Him."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They knew her life, how oft she stood,</div> +<div class="verse">Pure in her guileless maidenhood,</div> +<div class="verse">By dying bed, in hovel lone,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose sorrow she had made her own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oft had her voice in prayer been heard,</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet as the note of any bird;</div> +<div class="verse">Her hand been open in distress;</div> +<div class="verse">Her joy to brighten and to bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet still she answered, when they sought</div> +<div class="verse">To know her inmost, earnest thought,</div> +<div class="verse">With look as of the seraphim</div> +<div class="verse">"I only strive to follow Him."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WAKING THOUGHTS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Another day God gives me, pure and white.</div> +<div class="verse">How can I make it holy in his sight?</div> +<div class="verse">Small means have I and but a narrow sphere,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet work is round me, for he placed me here.</div> +<div class="verse">How can I serve thee, Lord? Open mine eyes;</div> +<div class="verse">Show me the duty that around me lies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"The house is small, but human hearts are there,</div> +<div class="verse">And for this day at least beneath thy care.</div> +<div class="verse">Someone is sad—then speak a word of cheer;</div> +<div class="verse">Someone is lonely—make him welcome here;</div> +<div class="verse">Someone has failed—protect him from despair;</div> +<div class="verse">Someone is poor—there's something you can spare!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Thine own heart's sorrow mention but in prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And carry sunshine with thee everywhere.</div> +<div class="verse">The little duties do with all thine heart</div> +<div class="verse">And from things sordid keep a mind apart;</div> +<div class="verse">Then sleep, my child, and take a well-earned rest,</div> +<div class="verse">In blessing others thou thyself art blest!"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LONELY SERVICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Methought that in a solemn church I stood;</div> +<div class="verse">Its marble acres, worn with knees and feet,</div> +<div class="verse">Lay spread from door to door, from street to street.</div> +<div class="verse">Midway the form hung high upon the rood</div> +<div class="verse">Of Him who gave his life to be our good.</div> +<div class="verse">Beyond, priests flitted, bowed, and murmured meet</div> +<div class="verse">Among the candles, shining still and sweet.</div> +<div class="verse">Men came and went, and worshipped as they could—</div> +<div class="verse">And still their dust a woman with her broom,</div> +<div class="verse">Bowed to her work, kept sweeping to the door.</div> +<div class="verse">Then saw I, slow through all the pillared gloom,</div> +<div class="verse">Across the church a silent figure come;</div> +<div class="verse">"Daughter," it said, "thou sweepest well my floor."</div> +<div class="verse">"It is the Lord!" I cried, and saw no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dig channels for the streams of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where they may broadly run,</div> +<div class="verse">And love has overflowing streams</div> +<div class="vind2">To fill them every one.</div> +<div class="verse">But if at any time thou cease</div> +<div class="vind2">Such channels to provide,</div> +<div class="verse">The very founts of love to thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Will soon be parched and dried.</div> +<div class="verse">For thou must share if thou wouldst keep</div> +<div class="vind2">That good thing from above;</div> +<div class="verse">Ceasing to share you cease to have;</div> +<div class="vind2">Such is the law of love.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">{64}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONLY A LITTLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only a seed—but it chanced to fall</div> +<div class="verse">In a little cleft of a city wall,</div> +<div class="verse">And taking root, grew bravely up</div> +<div class="verse">Till a tiny blossom crowned its top.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only a thought—but the work it wrought</div> +<div class="verse">Could never by tongue or pen be taught;</div> +<div class="verse">For it ran through a life like a thread of gold,</div> +<div class="verse">And the life bore fruit—a hundred fold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only a word—but 'twas spoken in love,</div> +<div class="verse">With a whispered prayer to the Lord above;</div> +<div class="verse">And the angels in heaven rejoiced once more,</div> +<div class="verse">For a new-born soul "entered in by the door."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PAUL AT MELITA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Secure in his prophetic strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">The water peril o'er,</div> +<div class="verse">The many-gifted man at length</div> +<div class="vind2">Stepped on the promised shore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He trod the shore; but not to rest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor wait till angels came;</div> +<div class="verse">Lo! humblest pains the saint attest,</div> +<div class="vind2">The firebrands and the flame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when he felt the viper's smart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then instant aid was given.</div> +<div class="verse">Christian, hence learn to do thy part,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave the rest to Heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Henry Newman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All service ranks the same with God;</div> +<div class="verse">If now, as formerly He trod</div> +<div class="verse">Paradise, His presence fills</div> +<div class="verse">Our earth, each only as God wills</div> +<div class="verse">Can work—God's puppets, best and worst,</div> +<div class="verse">Are we; there is no last nor first.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Say not "a small event!" Why "small"?</div> +<div class="verse">Costs it more pain that this, ye call</div> +<div class="verse">A "great event," should come to pass</div> +<div class="verse">Than that? Untwine me, from the mass</div> +<div class="verse">Of deeds which make up life, one deed</div> +<div class="verse">Power shall fall short in, or exceed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What will it matter in a little while</div> +<div class="vind2">That for a day</div> +<div class="verse">We met and gave a word, a touch, a smile,</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the way?</div> +<div class="verse">These trifles! Can they make or mar</div> +<div class="vind2">Human life?</div> +<div class="verse">Are souls as lightly swayed as rushes are</div> +<div class="vind2">By love or strife?</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, yea, a look the fainting heart may break,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or make it whole,</div> +<div class="verse">And just one word, if said for love's sweet sake,</div> +<div class="vind2">May save a soul.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Get leave to work</div> +<div class="verse">In this world—'tis the best you get at all;</div> +<div class="verse">For God in cursing gives us better gifts</div> +<div class="verse">Than men in benediction. God says, "Sweat</div> +<div class="verse">For foreheads;" men say "crowns;" and so we are crowned—</div> +<div class="verse">Ay, gashed by some tormenting circle of steel</div> +<div class="verse">Which snaps with a secret spring. Get work; get work;</div> +<div class="verse">Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be useful where thou livest, that they may</div> +<div class="vind2">Both want and wish thy pleasing presence still;</div> +<div class="verse">Kindness, good parts, great places, are the way</div> +<div class="vind2">To compass this. Find out men's wants and will,</div> +<div class="verse">And meet them there. All worldly joys go less</div> +<div class="verse">To the one joy of doing kindnesses.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When He who, sad and weary, longing sore</div> +<div class="verse">For love's sweet service sought the sisters' door,</div> +<div class="verse">One saw the heavenly, one the human guest;</div> +<div class="verse">But who shall say which loved the Master best?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">{65}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oft, when the Word is on me to deliver,</div> +<div class="vind2">Opens the heaven, and the Lord is there.</div> +<div class="vind4">. . . . . .</div> +<div class="verse">Then with a rush the intolerable craving</div> +<div class="vind2">Shivers throughout me like a trumpet call—</div> +<div class="verse">Oh to save these! to perish for their saving,</div> +<div class="vind2">Die for their life, be offered for them all!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No man is born into the world whose work</div> +<div class="verse">Is not born with him; there is always work,</div> +<div class="verse">And tools to work withal, for those who will;</div> +<div class="verse">And blessed are the horny hands of toil!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,</div> +<div class="verse">In whatso we share with another's need;</div> +<div class="verse">Not what we give, but what we share,</div> +<div class="verse">For the gift without the giver is bare;</div> +<div class="verse">Who gives himself with his alms feeds three:</div> +<div class="verse">Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Look not beyond the stars for heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor 'neath the sea for hell;</div> +<div class="verse">Know thou, who leads a useful life</div> +<div class="vind2">In Paradise doth dwell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Hafiz, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Small service is true service while it lasts:</div> +<div class="vind2">Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn not one;</div> +<div class="verse">The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,</div> +<div class="verse">Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mechanic soul, thou must not only do</div> +<div class="verse">With Martha, but with Mary ponder too;</div> +<div class="verse">Happy's the home where these fair sisters vary;</div> +<div class="verse">But most, when Martha's reconciled to Mary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Quarles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thou hast the gift of strength, then know</div> +<div class="verse">Thy part is to uplift the trodden low;</div> +<div class="verse">Else, in the giant's grasp, until the end</div> +<div class="verse">A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul contend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Meredith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The best men doing their best</div> +<div class="verse">Know, peradventure, least of what they do.</div> +<div class="verse">Men usefullest i' the world are simply used.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">New words to speak, new thoughts to hear,</div> +<div class="vind2">New love to give and take;</div> +<div class="verse">Perchance new burdens I may bear</div> +<div class="vind2">To-day for love's sweet sake.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He doth good work whose heart can find</div> +<div class="vind2">The spirit 'neath the letter;</div> +<div class="verse">Who makes his kind of happier mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaves wiser men and better.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Work for some good, be it ever so slowly,</div> +<div class="verse">Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly,</div> +<div class="verse">Labor—all labor is noble and holy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Sargent Osgood.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In silence mend what ills deform the mind;</div> +<div class="verse">But all thy good impart to all thy kind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God gave me something very sweet to be mine own this day:</div> +<div class="verse">A precious opportunity a word for Christ to say.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That best portion of a good man's life—</div> +<div class="verse">His little, nameless, unremembered acts</div> +<div class="verse">Of kindness and of love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wouldst thou go forth to bless, be sure of thine own ground,</div> +<div class="verse">Fix well thy center first, then draw thy circle round.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">{66}</a></span></p> + +<h2>BROTHERHOOD</h2> + +<h3>CHARITY, SYMPATHY, EXAMPLE, INFLUENCE</h3> + + +<h4>THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are hermit souls that live withdrawn</div> +<div class="vind2">In the peace of their self-content;</div> +<div class="verse">There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart</div> +<div class="vind2">In a fellowless firmament;</div> +<div class="verse">There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths</div> +<div class="vind2">Where highways never ran—</div> +<div class="verse">But let me live by the side of the road</div> +<div class="vind2">And be a friend to man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let me live in a house by the side of the road,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the race of men go by—</div> +<div class="verse">The men who are good and the men who are bad,</div> +<div class="vind2">As good and as bad as I.</div> +<div class="verse">I would not sit in the scorner's seat,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or hurl the cynic's ban—</div> +<div class="verse">Let me live in a house by the side of the road,</div> +<div class="vind2">And be a friend to man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I see from my house by the side of the road,</div> +<div class="vind2">By the side of the highway of life,</div> +<div class="verse">The men who press with the ardor of hope</div> +<div class="vind2">The men who are faint with the strife.</div> +<div class="verse">But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears—</div> +<div class="vind2">Both parts of an infinite plan—</div> +<div class="verse">Let me live in a house by the side of the road</div> +<div class="vind2">And be a friend to man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead</div> +<div class="vind2">And mountains of wearisome height;</div> +<div class="verse">And the road passes on through the long afternoon</div> +<div class="vind2">And stretches away to the night.</div> +<div class="verse">But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,</div> +<div class="vind2">And weep with the strangers that moan,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor live in my house by the side of the road</div> +<div class="vind2">Like a man who dwells alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let me live in my house by the side of the road</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the race of men go by—</div> +<div class="verse">They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wise, foolish—so am I.</div> +<div class="verse">Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat</div> +<div class="vind2">Or hurl the cynic's ban?</div> +<div class="verse">Let me live in my house by the side of the road</div> +<div class="vind2">And be a friend to man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sam Walter Foss.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IS YOUR LAMP BURNING?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Say, is your lamp burning, my brother?</div> +<div class="vind2">I pray you look quickly and see;</div> +<div class="verse">For if it were burning, then surely</div> +<div class="vind2">Some beams would fall brightly on me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Straight, straight is the road, but I falter.</div> +<div class="vind2">And oft I fall out by the way;</div> +<div class="verse">Then lift your lamp higher, my brother,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lest I should make fatal delay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are many and many around you</div> +<div class="vind2">Who follow wherever you go;</div> +<div class="verse">If you thought that they walked in the shadow</div> +<div class="vind2">Your lamp would burn brighter, I know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Upon the dark mountains they stumble,</div> +<div class="vind2">They are bruised on the rocks, and they lie</div> +<div class="verse">With their white pleading faces turned upward</div> +<div class="vind2">To the clouds and the pitiful sky.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">{67}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is many a lamp that is lighted,</div> +<div class="vind2">We behold them anear and afar,</div> +<div class="verse">But not many among them, my brother,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shine steadily on, like a star.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I think, were they trimmed night and morning,</div> +<div class="vind2">They would never burn down or go out,</div> +<div class="verse">Though from the four quarters of heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">The winds were all blowing about.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If once all the lamps that are lighted</div> +<div class="vind2">Should steadily blaze in a line,</div> +<div class="verse">Wide over the land and the ocean,</div> +<div class="vind2">What a girdle of glory would shine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How all the dark places would brighten!</div> +<div class="vind2">How the mists would roll up and away!</div> +<div class="verse">How the earth would laugh out in her gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">To hail the millennial day!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Say, is your lamp burning, my brother?</div> +<div class="vind2">I pray you look quickly and see;</div> +<div class="verse">For if it were burning, then surely</div> +<div class="vind2">Some beams would fall brightly on me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If I should die to-night,</div> +<div class="verse">My friends would look upon my quiet face</div> +<div class="verse">Before they laid it in its resting-place,</div> +<div class="verse">And deem that death had left it almost fair,</div> +<div class="verse">And laying snow-white flowers upon my hair,</div> +<div class="verse">Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,</div> +<div class="verse">And fold my hands with lingering caress—</div> +<div class="vind2">Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If I should die to-night,</div> +<div class="verse">My friends would call to mind, with loving thought,</div> +<div class="verse">Some kindly deed the icy hand had wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">Some gentle word the frozen lips had said—</div> +<div class="verse">Errands on which the willing feet had sped;</div> +<div class="verse">The memory of my selfishness and pride,</div> +<div class="verse">My hasty words, would all be put aside,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If I should die to-night,</div> +<div class="verse">Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Recalling other days remorsefully.</div> +<div class="verse">The eyes that chill me with averted glance</div> +<div class="verse">Would look upon me as of yore, perchance,</div> +<div class="verse">And soften in the old familiar way;</div> +<div class="verse">For who would war with dumb, unconscious clay?</div> +<div class="vind2">So I might rest, forgiven of all to-night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">O friends, I pray to-night,</div> +<div class="verse">Keep not your kisses for my dead cold brow.</div> +<div class="verse">The way is lonely; let me feel them now.</div> +<div class="verse">Think gently of me; I am travel-worn,</div> +<div class="verse">My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn.</div> +<div class="verse">Forgive! O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead!</div> +<div class="verse">When ceaseless bliss is mine I shall not need</div> +<div class="vind2">The tenderness for which I long to-night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Belle Eugenia Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FRUITION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We scatter seeds with careless hand</div> +<div class="vind2">And dream we ne'er shall see them more,</div> +<div class="vind4">But for a thousand years</div> +<div class="vind4">Their fruit appears</div> +<div class="verse">In weeds that mar the land</div> +<div class="vind2">Or helpful store.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The deeds we do, the words we say—</div> +<div class="vind2">Into still air they seem to fleet;</div> +<div class="vind4">We count them ever past;</div> +<div class="vind4">But they shall last—</div> +<div class="verse">In the dread judgment they</div> +<div class="vind2">And we shall meet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I charge thee by the years gone by,</div> +<div class="vind2">For the love's sake of brethren dear,</div> +<div class="vind4">Keep thou the one true way,</div> +<div class="vind4">In work and play,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest in that world their cry</div> +<div class="vind2">Of woe thou hear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still shines the light of holy lives</div> +<div class="vind2">Like star beams over doubt;</div> +<div class="verse">Each sainted memory, Christlike, drives</div> +<div class="vind2">Some dark possession out.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">{68}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HAVE CHARITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then gently scan your brother man,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still gentler sister woman;</div> +<div class="verse">Though they may gang a kennin' wrang</div> +<div class="vind2">To step aside is human:</div> +<div class="verse">One point must still be greatly dark,</div> +<div class="vind2">The moving <i>why</i> they do it:</div> +<div class="verse">And just as lamely can ye mark</div> +<div class="vind2">How far, perhaps, they rue it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who made the heart, 'tis He alone</div> +<div class="vind2">Decidedly can try us;</div> +<div class="verse">He knows each chord—its various tone,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each spring—its various bias;</div> +<div class="verse">Then at the balance let's be mute,</div> +<div class="vind2">We never can adjust it;</div> +<div class="verse">What's done we partly may compute,</div> +<div class="vind2">But know not what's resisted.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Burns.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE VOICE OF PITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Couldst thou boast, O child of weakness,</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er the sons of wrong and strife,</div> +<div class="verse">Were their strong temptations planted</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy path of life?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He alone whose hand is bounding</div> +<div class="vind2">Human power and human will,</div> +<div class="verse">Looking through each soul's surrounding,</div> +<div class="vind2">Knows its good or ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Earnest words must needs be spoken</div> +<div class="vind2">When the warm heart bleeds or burns</div> +<div class="verse">With its scorn of wrong, or pity</div> +<div class="vind2">For the wronged, by turns.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But, by all thy nature's weakness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hidden faults and follies known,</div> +<div class="verse">Be thou, in rebuking evil,</div> +<div class="vind2">Conscious of thine own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not the less shall stern-eyed Duty</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy lips her trumpet set,</div> +<div class="verse">But with harsher blasts shall mingle</div> +<div class="vind2">Wailings of regret.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So when thoughts of evil-doers</div> +<div class="vind2">Waken scorn or hatred move,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall a mournful fellow-feeling</div> +<div class="vind2">Temper all with love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis the Almighty's gracious plan,</div> +<div class="verse">That man shall be the joy of man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Scandinavian, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUDGE NOT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Judge not; the workings of his brain</div> +<div class="vind2">And of his heart thou canst not see;</div> +<div class="verse">What looks to thy dim eyes a stain</div> +<div class="vind2">In God's pure light may only be</div> +<div class="verse">A scar—brought from some well-won field</div> +<div class="verse">Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The look, the air, that frets thy sight</div> +<div class="vind2">May be a token that, below,</div> +<div class="verse">The soul has closed in deadly fight</div> +<div class="vind2">With some infernal fiery foe—</div> +<div class="verse">Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace</div> +<div class="verse">And cast thee shuddering on thy face!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The fall thou darest to despise—</div> +<div class="vind2">May be the angel's slackened hand</div> +<div class="verse">Has suffered it, that he may rise</div> +<div class="vind2">And take a firmer, surer stand;</div> +<div class="verse">Or, trusting less to earthly things,</div> +<div class="verse">May henceforth learn to use his wings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And judge none lost; but wait and see</div> +<div class="vind2">With hopeful pity, not disdain,</div> +<div class="verse">The depth of the abyss may be</div> +<div class="vind2">The measure of the height of pain,</div> +<div class="verse">And love and glory that may raise</div> +<div class="verse">This soul to God in after days.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THINK GENTLY OF THE ERRING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think gently of the erring;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye know not of the power</div> +<div class="verse">With which the dark temptation came</div> +<div class="vind2">In some unguarded hour;</div> +<div class="verse">Ye may not know how earnestly</div> +<div class="vind2">They struggled, or how well,</div> +<div class="verse">Until the hour of weakness came</div> +<div class="vind2">And sadly thus they fell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think gently of the erring;</div> +<div class="vind2">Oh, do not thou forget,</div> +<div class="verse">However darkly stained by sin,</div> +<div class="vind2">He is thy brother yet;</div> +<div class="verse">Heir of the self-same heritage,</div> +<div class="vind2">Child of the self-same God,</div> +<div class="verse">He has but stumbled in the path</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast in weakness trod.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Speak gently to the erring;</div> +<div class="vind2">For is it not enough</div> +<div class="verse">That innocence and peace have gone,</div> +<div class="vind2">Without thy censure rough?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">{69}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">It sure must be a weary lot,</div> +<div class="vind2">That sin-stained heart to bear,</div> +<div class="verse">And those who share a happier fate</div> +<div class="vind2">Their chidings well may spare.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Speak gently to the erring;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou yet mayst lead them back,</div> +<div class="verse">With holy words and tones of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">From misery's thorny track;</div> +<div class="verse">Forget not thou hast often sinned,</div> +<div class="vind2">And sinful yet must be;</div> +<div class="verse">Deal gently with the erring, then,</div> +<div class="vind2">As God has dealt with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Julia A. Fletcher.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HARSH JUDGMENTS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God! whose thoughts are brightest light,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose love runs always clear,</div> +<div class="verse">To whose kind wisdom sinning souls</div> +<div class="vind2">Amidst their sins are dear,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sweeten my bitter-thoughted heart</div> +<div class="vind2">With charity like thine,</div> +<div class="verse">Till self shall be the only spot</div> +<div class="vind2">On earth which does not shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I often see in my own thoughts,</div> +<div class="vind2">When they lie nearest Thee,</div> +<div class="verse">That the worst men I ever knew</div> +<div class="vind2">Were better men than me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He whom no praise can reach is aye</div> +<div class="vind2">Men's least attempts approving;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom justice makes all-merciful</div> +<div class="vind2">Omniscience makes all-loving.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How thou canst think so well of us</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet be the God thou art,</div> +<div class="verse">Is darkness to my intellect,</div> +<div class="vind2">But sunshine to my heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet habits linger in the soul;</div> +<div class="vind2">More grace, O Lord! more grace!</div> +<div class="verse">More sweetness from thy loving heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">More sunshine from thy face!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The discord is within, which jars</div> +<div class="vind2">So sadly in life's song;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis we, not they, who are in fault,</div> +<div class="vind2">When others seem so wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis we who weigh upon ourselves;</div> +<div class="vind2">Self is the irksome weight;</div> +<div class="verse">To those who can see straight themselves,</div> +<div class="vind2">All things look always straight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, with what surpassing love</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou lovest all on earth;</div> +<div class="verse">How good the least good is to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">How much each soul is worth!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All bitterness is from ourselves;</div> +<div class="vind2">All sweetness is from thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet God! for evermore be thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Fountain and fire in me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HOW TO JUDGE</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Judge the people by their actions"—tis a rule you often get—</div> +<div class="verse">"Judge the actions by their people" is a wiser maxim yet.</div> +<div class="verse">Have I known you, brother, sister? Have I looked into your heart?</div> +<div class="verse">Mingled with your thoughts my feelings, taken of your life my part?</div> +<div class="verse">Through the warp of your convictions sent the shuttle of my thought</div> +<div class="verse">Till the web became the Credo, for us both, of Should and Ought?</div> +<div class="verse">Seen in thousand ways your nature, in all act and look and speech?</div> +<div class="verse">By that large induction only I your law of being reach.</div> +<div class="verse">Now I hear of this wrong action—what is that to you and me?</div> +<div class="verse">Sin within you may have done it—fruit not nature to the tree.</div> +<div class="verse">Foreign graft has come to bearing—mistletoe grown on your bough—</div> +<div class="verse">If I ever really knew you, then, my friend, I know you now.</div> +<div class="verse">So I say, "He never did it," or, "He did not so intend";</div> +<div class="verse">Or, "Some foreign power o'ercame him"—so I judge the action, friend.</div> +<div class="verse">Let the mere outside observer note appearance as he can;</div> +<div class="verse">We, more righteous judgment passing, test each action by its man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"TO KNOW ALL IS TO FORGIVE ALL"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I knew you and you knew me,</div> +<div class="verse">If both of us could clearly see,</div> +<div class="verse">And with an inner sight divine</div> +<div class="verse">The meaning of your heart and mine,</div> +<div class="verse">I'm sure that we would differ less,</div> +<div class="verse">And clasp our hands in friendliness;</div> +<div class="verse">Our thoughts would pleasantly agree</div> +<div class="verse">If I knew you and you knew me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">{70}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>KINDNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A little word in kindness spoken,</div> +<div class="vind2">A motion, or a tear,</div> +<div class="verse">Has often healed the heart that's broken</div> +<div class="vind2">And made a friend sincere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A word, a look, has crushed to earth</div> +<div class="vind2">Full many a budding flower,</div> +<div class="verse">Which, had a smile but owned its birth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Would bless life's darkest hour.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then deem it not an idle thing</div> +<div class="vind2">A pleasant word to speak;</div> +<div class="verse">The face you wear, the thought you bring,</div> +<div class="vind2">A heart may heal or break.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF WE KNEW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we knew the cares and sorrows</div> +<div class="vind2">Crowded round our neighbor's way,</div> +<div class="verse">If we knew the little losses,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sorely grievous, day by day,</div> +<div class="verse">Would we then so often chide him</div> +<div class="vind2">For the lack of thrift and gain,</div> +<div class="verse">Leaving on his heart a shadow</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaving on our hearts a stain?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we knew the clouds above us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Held by gentle blessings there,</div> +<div class="verse"><ins class="correction" title="text reads 'Woud'">Would</ins> we turn away, all trembling,</div> +<div class="vind2">In our blind and weak despair?</div> +<div class="verse">Would we shrink from little shadows</div> +<div class="vind2">Lying on the dewy grass</div> +<div class="verse">While 'tis only birds of Eden</div> +<div class="vind2">Just in mercy flying past?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us reach within our bosoms</div> +<div class="vind2">For the key to other lives,</div> +<div class="verse">And with love to erring natures</div> +<div class="vind2">Cherish good that still survives;</div> +<div class="verse">So that when our disrobed spirits</div> +<div class="vind2">Soar to realms of light again,</div> +<div class="verse">We may say, "Dear Father, judge us</div> +<div class="vind2">As we judged our fellow men."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Time to me this truth hath taught,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis a truth that's worth revealing:</div> +<div class="verse">More offend from want of thought</div> +<div class="vind2">Than from want of feeling.</div> +<div class="verse">If advice we would convey,</div> +<div class="vind2">There's a time we should convey it;</div> +<div class="verse">If we've but a word to say,</div> +<div class="vind2">There's a time in which to say it.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HONOR ALL MEN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great Master! teach us how to hope in man:</div> +<div class="vind2">We lift our eyes upon his works and ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">And disappointment chills us as we gaze,</div> +<div class="verse">Our dream of him so far the truth outran,</div> +<div class="verse">So far his deeds are ever falling short.</div> +<div class="vind2">And then we fold our graceful hands and say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"The world is vulgar." Didst thou turn away,</div> +<div class="verse">O Sacred Spirit, delicately wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">Because the humble souls of Galilee</div> +<div class="vind2">Were tuned not to the music of thine own</div> +<div class="vind2">And chimed not to the pulsing undertone</div> +<div class="verse">Which swelled Thy loving bosom like the sea?</div> +<div class="verse">Shame thou our coldness, most benignant Friend,</div> +<div class="vind2">When we so daintily do condescend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Martha Perry Howe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BROTHERHOOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That plenty but reproaches me</div> +<div class="vind2">Which leaves my neighbor bare.</div> +<div class="verse">Not wholly glad my heart can be</div> +<div class="vind2">While his is bowed with care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I go free, and sound, and stout,</div> +<div class="vind2">While his poor fetters clank,</div> +<div class="verse">Unsated still, I'll still cry out,</div> +<div class="vind2">And plead with Whom I thank.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Almighty, thou who Father be</div> +<div class="vind2">Of him, of me, of all,</div> +<div class="verse">Draw us together, him and me,</div> +<div class="vind2">That, whichsoever fall,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The other's hand may fail him not—</div> +<div class="vind2">The other's strength decline</div> +<div class="verse">No task of succor that his lot</div> +<div class="vind2">May claim from son of thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be fed. I would be clad.</div> +<div class="vind2">I would be housed and dry.</div> +<div class="verse">But if so be my heart is sad—</div> +<div class="vind2">What benefit have I?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Best he whose shoulders best endure</div> +<div class="vind2">The load that brings relief;</div> +<div class="verse">And best shall be his joy secure</div> +<div class="vind2">Who shares that joy with grief.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Sandford Martin.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">{71}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LIFE I SEEK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in some cloistered cell</div> +<div class="verse">Dost thou, Lord, bid me dwell</div> +<div class="vind2">My love to show,</div> +<div class="verse">But 'mid the busy marts,</div> +<div class="verse">Where men with burdened hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">Do come and go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some tempted soul to cheer</div> +<div class="verse">When breath of ill is near</div> +<div class="vind2">And foes annoy;</div> +<div class="verse">The sinning to restrain,</div> +<div class="verse">To ease the throb of pain—</div> +<div class="vind2">Be such my joy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, make me quick to see</div> +<div class="verse">Each task awaiting me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And quick to do;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, grant me strength, I pray,</div> +<div class="verse">With lowly love each day,</div> +<div class="vind2">And purpose true,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To go as Jesus went,</div> +<div class="verse">Spending and being spent,</div> +<div class="vind2">Myself forgot;</div> +<div class="verse">Supplying human needs</div> +<div class="verse">By loving words and deeds—</div> +<div class="vind2">Oh, happy lot!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert M. Offord.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY BROTHER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thy heart with joy o'erflowing</div> +<div class="vind2">Sings a thankful prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy joy, O let thy brother</div> +<div class="vind2">With thee share.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the harvest sheaves ingathered</div> +<div class="vind2">Fill thy barns with store,</div> +<div class="verse">To thy God and to thy brother</div> +<div class="vind2">Give the more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thy soul with power uplifted</div> +<div class="vind2">Yearns for glorious deed,</div> +<div class="verse">Give thy strength to serve thy brother</div> +<div class="vind2">In his need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hast thou borne a secret sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy lonely breast?</div> +<div class="verse">Take to thee thy sorrowing brother</div> +<div class="vind2">For a guest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Share with him thy bread of blessing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sorrow's burden share;</div> +<div class="verse">When thy heart enfolds a brother,</div> +<div class="vind2">God is there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Theodore Chickering Williams.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL'S WELL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sweet-voiced Hope, thy fine discourse</div> +<div class="vind2">Foretold not half life's good to me:</div> +<div class="verse">Thy painter, Fancy, hath not force</div> +<div class="vind2">To show how sweet it is to be!</div> +<div class="vind4">Thy witching dream</div> +<div class="vind2">And pictured scheme</div> +<div class="verse">To match the fact still want the power:</div> +<div class="vind4">Thy promise brave—</div> +<div class="vind4">From birth to grave—</div> +<div class="verse">Life's boon may beggar in an hour.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Ask and receive," 'tis sweetly said;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet what to plead for know I not;</div> +<div class="verse">For wish is wasted, hope o'ersped,</div> +<div class="vind2">And aye to thanks returns my thought.</div> +<div class="vind4">If I would pray,</div> +<div class="vind4">I've naught to say</div> +<div class="verse">But this, that God may be God still;</div> +<div class="vind4">For him to live</div> +<div class="vind4">Is still to give,</div> +<div class="verse">And sweeter than my wish, his will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O wealth of life beyond all bound!</div> +<div class="vind2">Eternity each moment given!</div> +<div class="verse">What plummet may the Present sound</div> +<div class="vind2">Who promises a future heaven?</div> +<div class="vind4">Or glad or grieved,</div> +<div class="vind4">Oppressed, relieved,</div> +<div class="verse">In blackest night or brightest day,</div> +<div class="vind4">Still pours the flood</div> +<div class="vind4">Of golden good,</div> +<div class="verse">And more than heartful fills me aye.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My wealth is common; I possess</div> +<div class="vind2">No petty province, but the whole.</div> +<div class="verse">What's mine alone is mine far less</div> +<div class="vind2">Than treasure shared by every soul,</div> +<div class="vind4">Talk not of store,</div> +<div class="vind4">Millions or more—</div> +<div class="verse">Of values which the purse may hold—</div> +<div class="vind4">But this divine!</div> +<div class="vind4">I own the mine</div> +<div class="verse">Whose grains outweigh a planet's gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a stake in every star,</div> +<div class="vind2">In every beam that fills the day;</div> +<div class="verse">All hearts of men my coffers are,</div> +<div class="vind2">My ores arterial tides convey;</div> +<div class="vind4">The fields and skies</div> +<div class="vind4">And sweet replies</div> +<div class="verse">Of thought to thought are my gold-dust,</div> +<div class="vind4">The oaks and brooks</div> +<div class="vind4">And speaking looks</div> +<div class="verse">Of lovers' faith and friendship's trust.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">{72}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life's youngest tides joy-brimming flow</div> +<div class="vind2">For him who lives above all years;</div> +<div class="verse">Who all-immortal makes the Now,</div> +<div class="vind2">And is not ta'en in Time's arrears;</div> +<div class="vind4">His life's a hymn</div> +<div class="vind4">The seraphim</div> +<div class="verse">Might stop to hear or help to sing,</div> +<div class="vind4">And to his soul</div> +<div class="vind4">The boundless whole</div> +<div class="verse">Its bounty all doth daily bring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"All mine is thine," the sky-soul saith;</div> +<div class="vind2">"The wealth I am must then become</div> +<div class="verse">Richer and richer, breath by breath—</div> +<div class="vind2">Immortal gain, immortal room!"</div> +<div class="vind4">And since all his</div> +<div class="vind4">Mine also is,</div> +<div class="verse">Life's gift outruns my fancies far,</div> +<div class="vind4">And drowns the dream</div> +<div class="vind4">In larger stream,</div> +<div class="verse">As morning drinks the morning star.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—David Atwood Wasson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HOW DOTH DEATH SPEAK OF OUR BELOVED?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How doth death speak of our beloved</div> +<div class="vind2">When it has laid them low,</div> +<div class="verse">When it has set its hallowing touch</div> +<div class="vind2">On speechless lip and brow?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It clothes their every gift and grace</div> +<div class="verse">With radiance from the holiest place,</div> +<div class="verse">With light as from an angel's face,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Recalling with resistless force</div> +<div class="verse">And tracing to their hidden source</div> +<div class="verse">Deeds scarcely noticed in their course—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This little loving fond device,</div> +<div class="verse">That daily act of sacrifice,</div> +<div class="verse">Of which too late we learned the price.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Opening our weeping eyes to trace</div> +<div class="verse">Simple unnoticed kindnesses,</div> +<div class="verse">Forgotten tones of tenderness,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Which evermore to us must be</div> +<div class="verse">Sacred as hymns in infancy</div> +<div class="verse">Learnt listening at a mother's knee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus doth death speak of our beloved</div> +<div class="vind2">When it has laid them low.</div> +<div class="verse">Then let love antedate the work of death,</div> +<div class="vind2">And speak thus now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How does death speak of our beloved</div> +<div class="vind2">When it has laid them low,</div> +<div class="verse">When it has set its hallowing touch</div> +<div class="vind2">On speechless lip and brow?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It sweeps their faults with heavy hand</div> +<div class="verse">As sweeps the sea the trampled sand,</div> +<div class="verse">Till scarce the faintest print is scanned.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It shows how much the vexing deed</div> +<div class="verse">Was but a generous nature's weed</div> +<div class="verse">Or some choice virtue run to seed;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How that small fretting fretfulness</div> +<div class="verse">Was but love's overanxiousness,</div> +<div class="verse">Which had not been had love been less;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This failing at which we repined</div> +<div class="verse">But the dim shade of day declined</div> +<div class="verse">Which should have made us doubly kind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It takes each failing on our part</div> +<div class="verse">And brands it in upon the heart</div> +<div class="verse">With caustic power and cruel art.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The small neglect that may have pained</div> +<div class="verse">A giant stature will have gained</div> +<div class="verse">When it can never be explained;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The little service which had proved</div> +<div class="verse">How tenderly we watched and loved,</div> +<div class="verse">And those mute lips to smiles had moved;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The little gift from out our store</div> +<div class="verse">Which might have cheered some cheerless hour</div> +<div class="verse">When they with earth's poor needs were poor.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It shows our faults like fires at night;</div> +<div class="verse">It sweeps their failings out of sight;</div> +<div class="verse">It clothes their good in heavenly light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Christ, our life, foredate the work of death</div> +<div class="vind2">And do this now;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou, who art love, thus hallow our beloved;</div> +<div class="vind2">Not death, but Thou!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Rundle Charles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God gives each man one life, like a lamp, then gives</div> +<div class="verse">That lamp due measure of oil: Lamp lighted—hold high, wave wide,</div> +<div class="verse">Its comfort for others to share!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Muleykeh.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">{73}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE NEW ERA</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is coming! it is coming! The day is just a-dawning</div> +<div class="vind2">When man shall be to fellow-man a helper and a brother;</div> +<div class="verse">When the mansion, with its gilded hall, its tower and arch and awning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be to hovel desolate a kind and foster-mother.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the men who work for wages shall not toil from morn till even,</div> +<div class="vind2">With no vision of the sunlight, nor flowers, nor birds a-singing;</div> +<div class="verse">When the men who hire the workers, blest with all the gifts of heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall the golden rule remember, its glad millennium bringing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The time is coming when the man who cares not for another</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be accounted as a stain upon a fair creation;</div> +<div class="verse">Who lives to fill his coffers full, his better self to smother,</div> +<div class="vind2">As blight and mildew on the fame and glory of a nation.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><ins class="correction" title="text reads 'Tho'">The</ins> hours are growing shorter for the millions who are toiling,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the homes are growing better for the millions yet to be;</div> +<div class="verse">And the poor shall learn the lesson, how that waste and sin are spoiling</div> +<div class="vind2">The fairest and the finest of a grand humanity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is coming! it is coming! and men's thoughts are growing deeper;</div> +<div class="vind2">They are giving of their millions as they never gave before;</div> +<div class="verse">They are learning the new gospel, man must be his brother's keeper,</div> +<div class="vind2">And right, not might, shall triumph, and the selfish rule no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To a darning-needle once exclaimed the kitchen sieve,</div> +<div class="verse">"You've a hole right through your body, and I wonder how you live."</div> +<div class="verse">But the needle (who was sharp) replied, "I too have wondered</div> +<div class="verse">That you notice my <i>one</i> hole, when in you there are a hundred!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOOKING FOR PEARLS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Master came one evening to the gate</div> +<div class="verse">Of a fair city; it was growing late,</div> +<div class="verse">And sending his disciples to buy food,</div> +<div class="verse">He wandered forth intent on doing good,</div> +<div class="verse">As was his wont. And in the market-place</div> +<div class="verse">He saw a crowd, close gathered in one space,</div> +<div class="verse">Gazing with eager eyes upon the ground,</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus drew nearer, and thereon he found</div> +<div class="verse">A noisome creature, a bedraggled wreck—</div> +<div class="verse">A dead dog with a halter round his neck,</div> +<div class="verse">And those who stood by mocked the object there,</div> +<div class="verse">And one said, scoffing, "It pollutes the air!"</div> +<div class="verse">Another, jeering, asked, "How long to-night</div> +<div class="verse">Shall such a miscreant cur offend our sight?"</div> +<div class="verse">"Look at his torn hide," sneered a Jewish wit,</div> +<div class="verse">"You could not cut even a shoe from it,"</div> +<div class="verse">And turned away. "Behold his ears that bleed,"</div> +<div class="verse">A fourth chimed in, "an unclean wretch indeed!"</div> +<div class="verse">"He hath been hanged for thieving," they all cried.</div> +<div class="verse">And spurned the loathsome beast from side to side.</div> +<div class="verse">Then Jesus, standing by them in the street,</div> +<div class="verse">Looked on the poor, spent creature at his feet,</div> +<div class="verse">And, bending o'er him, spake unto the men,</div> +<div class="verse">"<i>Pearls are not whiter than his teeth.</i>" And then</div> +<div class="verse">The people at each other gazed, asking,</div> +<div class="verse">"Who is this stranger pitying this vile thing?"</div> +<div class="verse">Then one exclaimed, with awe-abated breath,</div> +<div class="verse">"This surely is the Man of Nazareth;</div> +<div class="verse">This must be Jesus, for none else but he</div> +<div class="verse">Something to praise in a dead dog could see!"</div> +<div class="verse">And, being ashamed, each scoffer bowed his head,</div> +<div class="verse">And from the sight of Jesus turned and fled.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Vice is a monster of so frightful mien</div> +<div class="verse">As, to be hated, needs but to be seen;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,</div> +<div class="verse">We first endure, then pity, then embrace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">{74}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT MIGHT BE DONE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What might be done if men were wise—</div> +<div class="vind2">What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,</div> +<div class="vind6">Would they unite</div> +<div class="vind6">In love and right,</div> +<div class="vind2">And cease their scorn of one another!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oppression's heart might be imbued</div> +<div class="vind2">With kindling drops of loving-kindness,</div> +<div class="vind6">And knowledge pour</div> +<div class="vind6">From shore to shore</div> +<div class="vind2">Light on the eyes of mental blindness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs,</div> +<div class="vind2">All vice and crime, might die together;</div> +<div class="vind6">And wine and corn</div> +<div class="vind6">To each man born</div> +<div class="vind2">Be free as warmth in summer weather.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The meanest wretch that ever trod,</div> +<div class="vind2">The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind6">Might stand erect</div> +<div class="vind6">In self-respect,</div> +<div class="vind2">And share the teeming world to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What might be done? This might be done.</div> +<div class="vind2">And more than this, my suffering brother;</div> +<div class="vind6">More than the tongue</div> +<div class="vind6">E'er said or sung</div> +<div class="vind2">If men were wise and loved each other.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If I could see</div> +<div class="verse">A brother languishing in sore distress,</div> +<div class="verse">And I should turn and leave him comfortless,</div> +<div class="vind6">When I might be</div> +<div class="verse">A messenger of hope and happiness—</div> +<div class="verse">How could I ask to have that I denied</div> +<div class="verse">In my own hour of bitterness supplied?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If I might share</div> +<div class="verse">A brother's load along the dusty way,</div> +<div class="verse">And I should turn and walk alone that day,</div> +<div class="vind6">How could I dare—</div> +<div class="verse">When in the evening watch I kneel to pray—</div> +<div class="verse">To ask for help to bear my pain and loss,</div> +<div class="verse">If I had heeded not my brother's cross?</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SHARED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I said it in the meadow path,</div> +<div class="vind2">I say it on the mountain-stairs:</div> +<div class="verse">The best things any mortal hath</div> +<div class="vind2">Are those which every mortal shares.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The air we breathe—the sky—the breeze—</div> +<div class="vind2">The light without us and within—</div> +<div class="verse">Life with its unlocked treasuries—</div> +<div class="vind2">God's riches, are for all to win.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The grass is softer to my tread</div> +<div class="vind2">For rest it yields unnumbered feet;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweeter to me the wild-rose red</div> +<div class="vind2">Because she makes the whole world sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into your heavenly loneliness</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye welcomed me, O solemn peaks!</div> +<div class="verse">And me in every guest you bless</div> +<div class="vind2">Who reverently your mystery seeks.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And up the radiant peopled way</div> +<div class="vind2">That opens into worlds unknown</div> +<div class="verse">It will be life's delight to say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Heaven is not heaven for me alone."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rich through my brethren's poverty!</div> +<div class="vind2">Such wealth were hideous! I am blest</div> +<div class="verse">Only in what they share with me,</div> +<div class="vind2">In what I share with all the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lucy Larcom.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>UNCHARITABLENESS NOT CHRISTIAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not if 'twas wise or well</div> +<div class="verse">To give all heathens up to hell—</div> +<div class="verse">Hadrian—Aurelius—Socrates—</div> +<div class="verse">And others wise and good as these;</div> +<div class="verse">I know not if it is forbid,</div> +<div class="verse">But this I know—Christ never did.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">May every soul that touches mine—</div> +<div class="verse">Be it the slightest contact—get therefrom some good,</div> +<div class="verse">Some little grace, one kindly thought,</div> +<div class="verse">One inspiration yet unfelt, one bit of courage</div> +<div class="verse">For the darkening sky, one gleam of faith</div> +<div class="verse">To brave the thickening ills of life,</div> +<div class="verse">One glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists,</div> +<div class="verse">To make this life worth while,</div> +<div class="verse">And heaven a surer heritage.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">{75}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SOCIAL CHRISTIANITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for a closer walk with man!</div> +<div class="vind2">Sweet fellowship of soul,</div> +<div class="verse">Where each is to the other bound,</div> +<div class="vind2">Parts of one living whole.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our Father, God, help us to see</div> +<div class="vind2">That all in thee are one;</div> +<div class="verse">O warm our hearts with thy pure love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Strong as your glorious sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pride, envy, selfishness will melt</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath that kindling fire;</div> +<div class="verse">Our brother's faults we scarce shall see,</div> +<div class="vind2">But good in all admire.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No bitter cry of misery</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall ever pass unheard;</div> +<div class="verse">But gentle sympathy spring forth</div> +<div class="vind2">In smile and strengthening word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when our brother's voice shall call</div> +<div class="vind2">From lands beyond the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Our hearts in glad response will say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Here, Lord, am I, send me."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus Christ, thou who wast man,</div> +<div class="vind2">Grant us thy face to see;</div> +<div class="verse">In thy light shall we understand</div> +<div class="vind2">What human life may be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then daily with thy Spirit filled,</div> +<div class="vind2">According to thy word,</div> +<div class="verse">New power shall flow through us to all,</div> +<div class="vind2">And draw men near our Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus will the deep desire be met</div> +<div class="vind2">With which our prayer began;</div> +<div class="verse">A closer walk with Thee will mean</div> +<div class="vind2">A closer walk with man.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If any little word of mine may make a life the brighter,</div> +<div class="verse">If any little song of mine may make a heart the lighter,</div> +<div class="verse">God help me speak the little word, and take my bit of singing,</div> +<div class="verse">And drop it in some lonely vale to set the echoes ringing.</div> +<div class="verse">If any little love of mine may make a life the sweeter,</div> +<div class="verse">If any little care of mine make other life completer,</div> +<div class="verse">If any lift of mine may ease the burden of another,</div> +<div class="verse">God give me love and care and strength to help my toiling brother.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHARITY NOT JUSTICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Outwearied with the littleness and spite,</div> +<div class="vind2">The falsehood and the treachery of men,</div> +<div class="vind2">I cried, "Give me but justice!" thinking then</div> +<div class="verse">I meekly craved a common boon which might</div> +<div class="verse">Most easily be granted; soon the light</div> +<div class="vind2">Of deeper truth grew on my wondering ken,</div> +<div class="vind2">(Escaping baneful damps of stagnant fen),</div> +<div class="verse">And then I saw that in my pride bedight</div> +<div class="verse">I claimed from erring man the gift of Heaven—</div> +<div class="vind2">God's own great vested right; and I grew calm,</div> +<div class="verse">With folded hands, like stone, to patience given,</div> +<div class="vind2">And pitying, of pure love distilling balm;</div> +<div class="verse">And now I wait in quiet trust to be</div> +<div class="verse">All known to God—and ask of men sweet charity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Oakes Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD SAVE THE PEOPLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When wilt thou save the people,</div> +<div class="vind2">O God of mercy, when?</div> +<div class="verse">Not kings alone, but nations?</div> +<div class="vind2">Not thrones and crowns, but men?</div> +<div class="verse">Flowers of thy heart, O God, are they:</div> +<div class="verse">Let them not pass, like weeds, away—</div> +<div class="verse">Their heritage a sunless day.</div> +<div class="vind6">God save the people!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shall crime bring crime forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">Strength aiding still the strong?</div> +<div class="verse">Is it thy will, O Father,</div> +<div class="vind2">That man shall toil for wrong?</div> +<div class="verse">"No," say thy mountains, "No," thy skies;</div> +<div class="verse">Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise,</div> +<div class="verse">And songs ascend instead of sighs.</div> +<div class="vind6">God save the people!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When wilt thou save the people?</div> +<div class="vind2">O God of mercy, when?</div> +<div class="verse">The people, Lord, the people,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not thrones and crowns, but men?</div> +<div class="verse">God save the people; thine they are,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy children, as thine angels fair;</div> +<div class="verse">From vice, oppression, and despair,</div> +<div class="vind6">God save the people!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ebenezer Elliott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">{76}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HYMN OF THE CITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Not in the solitude</div> +<div class="verse">Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see</div> +<div class="vind2">Only in savage wood</div> +<div class="verse">And sunny vale the present Deity;</div> +<div class="vind2">Or only hear his voice</div> +<div class="verse">Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Even here do I behold</div> +<div class="verse">Thy steps, Almighty!—here, amidst the crowd</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the great city rolled</div> +<div class="verse">With everlasting murmurs deep and loud—</div> +<div class="vind2">Choking the ways that wind</div> +<div class="verse">'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">The golden sunshine comes</div> +<div class="verse">From the round heaven, and on their dwellings lies</div> +<div class="vind2">And lights their inner homes;</div> +<div class="verse">For them thou fill'st with air the unbounded skies</div> +<div class="vind2">And givest them the stores</div> +<div class="verse">Of ocean, and the harvest of its shores.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Thy spirit is around,</div> +<div class="verse">Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along;</div> +<div class="vind2">And this eternal sound—</div> +<div class="verse">Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng—</div> +<div class="vind2">Like the resounding sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Or like the rainy tempest, speaks of Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">And when the hour of rest</div> +<div class="verse">Comes like a calm upon the mid-sea brine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hushing its billowy breast—</div> +<div class="verse">The quiet of that moment too is Thine</div> +<div class="verse">It breathes of Him who keeps</div> +<div class="verse">The vast and helpless city while it sleeps.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cullen Bryant.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No one is so accursed by fate,</div> +<div class="verse">No one so utterly desolate,</div> +<div class="vind2">But some heart, though unknown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Responds unto his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Believe not each accusing tongue,</div> +<div class="vind2">As most weak people do;</div> +<div class="verse">But still believe that story wrong</div> +<div class="vind2">Which ought not to be true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Brinsley Sheridan.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHRIST IN THE CITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where cross the crowded ways of life</div> +<div class="vind2">Where sound the cries of race and clan,</div> +<div class="verse">Above the noise of selfish strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">We hear thy voice, O Son of man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In haunts of wretchedness and need,</div> +<div class="vind2">On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,</div> +<div class="verse">From paths where hide the lures of greed</div> +<div class="vind2">We catch the vision of thy tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From tender childhood's helplessness,</div> +<div class="vind2">From woman's grief, man's burdened toil,</div> +<div class="verse">From famished souls, from sorrow's stress,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy heart has never known recoil.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cup of water given for Thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Still holds the freshness of thy grace;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet long these multitudes to see</div> +<div class="vind2">The sweet compassion of thy face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Master, from the mountain side</div> +<div class="vind2">Make haste to heal these hearts of pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Among these restless throngs abide,</div> +<div class="vind2">O tread the city's streets again,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Till sons of men shall learn thy love</div> +<div class="vind2">And follow where thy feet have trod;</div> +<div class="verse">Till glorious from thy heaven above</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall come the city of our God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frank Mason North.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul</div> +<div class="verse">May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;</div> +<div class="verse">While he who walks in love may wander far,</div> +<div class="verse">But God will bring him where the blessed are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry van Dyke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Persuasion, friend, comes not by toil or art,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hard study never made the matter clearer;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis the live fountain in the preacher's heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Sends forth the streams that melt the ravished hearer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">{77}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SPEAK OUT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you have a friend worth loving,</div> +<div class="vind2">Love him. Yes, and let him know</div> +<div class="verse">That you love him, ere life's evening</div> +<div class="vind2">Tinge his brow with sunset glow.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should good words ne'er be said</div> +<div class="verse">Of a friend—till he is dead?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you hear a song that thrills you,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sung by any child of song,</div> +<div class="verse">Praise it. Do not let the singer</div> +<div class="vind2">Wait deserved praises long.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should one who thrills your heart</div> +<div class="verse">Lack the joy you may impart?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you hear a prayer that moves you</div> +<div class="vind2">By its humble, pleading tone,</div> +<div class="verse">Join it. Do not let the seeker</div> +<div class="vind2">Bow before his God alone.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should not thy brother share</div> +<div class="verse">The strength of "two or three" in prayer?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If your work is made more easy</div> +<div class="vind2">By a friendly, helping hand,</div> +<div class="verse">Say so. Speak out brave and truly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere the darkness veil the land.</div> +<div class="verse">Should a brother workman dear</div> +<div class="verse">Falter for a word of cheer?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Scatter thus your seeds of kindness</div> +<div class="vind2">All enriching as you go—</div> +<div class="verse">Leave them. Trust the Harvest-Giver;</div> +<div class="vind2">He will make each seed to grow.</div> +<div class="verse">So, until the happy end,</div> +<div class="verse">Your life shall never lack a friend.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>INFLUENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The smallest bark on life's tumultuous ocean</div> +<div class="vind2">Will leave a track behind forevermore;</div> +<div class="verse">The lightest wave of influence, once in motion,</div> +<div class="vind2">Extends and widens to the eternal shore.</div> +<div class="vind2">We should be wary, then, who go before</div> +<div class="verse">A myriad yet to be, and we should take</div> +<div class="vind2">Our bearings carefully where breakers roar</div> +<div class="verse">And fearful tempests gather: one mistake</div> +<div class="verse">May wreck unnumbered barks that follow in our wake.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TELL HIM SO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If you have a word of cheer</div> +<div class="verse">That may light the pathway drear,</div> +<div class="verse">Of a brother pilgrim here,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let him know.</div> +<div class="verse">Show him you appreciate</div> +<div class="verse">What he does, and do not wait</div> +<div class="verse">Till the heavy hand of fate</div> +<div class="vind2">Lays him low.</div> +<div class="verse">If your heart contains a thought</div> +<div class="verse">That will brighter make his lot,</div> +<div class="verse">Then, in mercy, hide it not;</div> +<div class="vind2">Tell him so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bide not till the end of all</div> +<div class="verse">Carries him beyond recall</div> +<div class="verse">When beside his sable pall,</div> +<div class="vind2">To avow</div> +<div class="verse">Your affection and acclaim</div> +<div class="verse">To do honor to his name</div> +<div class="verse">And to place the wreath of fame</div> +<div class="vind2">On his brow.</div> +<div class="verse">Rather speak to him to-day;</div> +<div class="verse">For the things you have to say</div> +<div class="verse">May assist him on his way:</div> +<div class="vind2">Tell him now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life is hard enough, at best:</div> +<div class="verse">But the love that is expressed</div> +<div class="verse">Makes it seem a pathway blest</div> +<div class="vind2">To our feet;</div> +<div class="verse">And the troubles that we share</div> +<div class="verse">Seem the easier to bear,</div> +<div class="verse">Smile upon your neighbor's care,</div> +<div class="vind2">As you greet.</div> +<div class="verse">Rough and stony are our ways,</div> +<div class="verse">Dark and dreary are our days;</div> +<div class="verse">But another's love and praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Make them sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wait not till your friend is dead</div> +<div class="verse">Ere your compliments are said;</div> +<div class="verse">For the spirit that has fled,</div> +<div class="vind2">If it know,</div> +<div class="verse">Does not need to speed it on</div> +<div class="verse">Our poor praise; where it has gone</div> +<div class="verse">Love's eternal, golden dawn</div> +<div class="vind2">Is aglow.</div> +<div class="verse">But unto our brother here</div> +<div class="verse">That poor praise is very dear;</div> +<div class="verse">If you've any word of cheer</div> +<div class="verse">Tell him so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—J. A. Egerton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So when a great man dies,</div> +<div class="vind2">For years beyond our ken</div> +<div class="verse">The light he leaves behind him lies</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the paths of men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">{78}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE MAN WITH A GRUDGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There once was a man who bore a grudge.</div> +<div class="vind2">Stoutly he bore it many a year.</div> +<div class="verse">"Beware!" said the parson. He answered, "Fudge!</div> +<div class="vind2">Well it becomes me, never fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Men for this world, and saints for heaven;</div> +<div class="vind2">Too much of meekness shows a fool;</div> +<div class="verse">My loaf shall rise with a livelier leaven;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Give as you get,' is a good old rule."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The longer he bore it, the more it grew,</div> +<div class="vind2">Grew his grudge, as he trudged along;</div> +<div class="verse">Till in sight of a pearly gate he drew,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he heard within it a wondrous song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The shining porter said, "Walk in."</div> +<div class="vind2">He sought to do so; the gate was strait:</div> +<div class="verse">Hard he struggled his way to win,</div> +<div class="vind2">The way was narrow, the grudge was great.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He turned in haste to lay it down;</div> +<div class="vind2">He strove to tear it away—to cut—</div> +<div class="verse">But it had fast to his heart strings grown,</div> +<div class="vind2">"O wait," he cried; but the door was shut.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through windows bright and clear he saw</div> +<div class="vind2">The blessed going with their Lord to sup.</div> +<div class="verse">But Satan clapped on his grudge a claw;</div> +<div class="vind2">Hell opened her mouth and swallowed him up.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sara Hammond Palfrey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man judges from a partial view,</div> +<div class="vind2">None ever yet his brother knew;</div> +<div class="verse">The Eternal Eye that sees the whole</div> +<div class="vind2">May better read the darkened soul,</div> +<div class="verse">And find, to outward sense denied,</div> +<div class="vind2">The flower upon its inward side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O brothers! are ye asking how</div> +<div class="vind2">The hills of happiness to find?</div> +<div class="verse">Then know they lie beyond the vow—</div> +<div class="vind2">"God helping me, I will be kind."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BLESSING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not to the man of dollars,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not to the man of deeds,</div> +<div class="verse">Not unto craft and cunning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not unto human creeds;</div> +<div class="verse">Not to the one whose passion</div> +<div class="vind2">Is for the world's renown,</div> +<div class="verse">Not in the form of fashion</div> +<div class="vind2">Cometh a blessing down.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But to the one whose spirit</div> +<div class="vind2">Yearns for the great and good;</div> +<div class="verse">Unto the one whose storehouse</div> +<div class="vind2">Yieldeth the hungry food;</div> +<div class="verse">Unto the one who labors</div> +<div class="vind2">Fearless of foe or frown;</div> +<div class="verse">Unto the kindly-hearted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cometh a blessing down.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Frances Tucker.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WEAPONS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Both swords and guns are strong, no doubt,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so are tongue and pen,</div> +<div class="verse">And so are sheaves of good bank notes,</div> +<div class="vind2">To sway the souls of men.</div> +<div class="verse">But guns and swords and piles of gold,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though mighty in their sphere,</div> +<div class="verse">Are sometimes feebler than a smile,</div> +<div class="vind2">And poorer than a tear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Enough to know that, through the winter's frost</div> +<div class="verse">And summer's heat, no seed of truth is lost,</div> +<div class="verse">And every duty pays at last its cost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A kindly act is a kernel sown</div> +<div class="vind2">That will grow to a goodly tree,</div> +<div class="verse">Shedding its fruit when time is flown</div> +<div class="vind2">Down the gulf of Eternity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The kindly word unspoken is a sin—</div> +<div class="vind2">A sin that wraps itself in purest guise,</div> +<div class="verse">And tells the heart that, doubting, looks within,</div> +<div class="vind2">That, not in speech, but thought, the virtue lies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr/> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">{79}</a></span></p> + +<h2>CONSECRATION</h2> + +<h3>SUBMISSION, DEVOTION, PURITY</h3> + + +<h4>THE CHARIOTEER</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">O God, take the reins of my life!</div> +<div class="verse">I have driven it blindly, to left and to right,</div> +<div class="verse">In mock of the rock, in the chasm's despite,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the brambles were rife,</div> +<div class="verse">In the blaze of the sun and the deadliest black of the night.</div> +<div class="vind2">O God, take the reins of my life!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">For I am so weary and weak.</div> +<div class="verse">My hands are a-quiver and so is my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">And my eyes are too tired for the tear-drops to start,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the worn horses reek</div> +<div class="verse">With the anguishing pull and the hot, heavy harness's smart,</div> +<div class="vind2">While I am all weary and weak.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">But Thou wilt be peace, wilt be power.</div> +<div class="verse">Thy hand on the reins and thine eye on the way</div> +<div class="verse">Shall be wisdom to guide and controlling to stay,</div> +<div class="vind2">And my life in that hour</div> +<div class="verse">Shall be led into leading, and rest when it comes to obey;</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou wilt be peace and all power.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Now, Lord, without tarrying, now!</div> +<div class="verse">While eyes can look up and while reason remains,</div> +<div class="verse">And my hand yet has strength to surrender the reins,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere death stamp my brow</div> +<div class="verse">And pour coldness and stillness through all the mad course of my veins—</div> +<div class="vind2">Come, Lord, without tarrying, now!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">I yield Thee my place, which is thine.</div> +<div class="verse">Appoint me to lie on the chariot floor;</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, appoint me to lie at thy feet, and no more,</div> +<div class="vind2">While the glad axles shine,</div> +<div class="verse">And the happy wheels run on their course to the heavenly door,—</div> +<div class="vind2">Now thou hast my place, which is thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHOLLY THE LORD'S</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My whole though broken heart, O Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">From henceforth shall be thine;</div> +<div class="verse">And here I do my vow record—</div> +<div class="vind2">This hand, these words are mine:</div> +<div class="verse">All that I have, without reserve,</div> +<div class="vind2">I offer here to thee:</div> +<div class="verse">Thy will and honor all shall serve</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou bestow'st on me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All that exceptions save I lose;</div> +<div class="vind2">All that I lose I save;</div> +<div class="verse">The treasures of thy love I choose,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Thou art all I crave.</div> +<div class="verse">My God, thou hast my heart and hand;</div> +<div class="vind2">I all to thee resign;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll ever to this covenant stand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though flesh hereat repine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know that Thou wast willing first,</div> +<div class="vind2">And then drew my consent;</div> +<div class="verse">Having thus loved me at the worst</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wilt not now repent.</div> +<div class="verse">Now I have quit all self-pretense,</div> +<div class="vind2">Take charge of what's thine own:</div> +<div class="verse">My life, my health, and my defense,</div> +<div class="vind2">Now lie on thee alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Baxter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LAST WISH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To do or not to do; to have</div> +<div class="vind2">Or not to have, I leave to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">To be or not to be I leave;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy only will be done in me.</div> +<div class="verse">All my requests are lost in one:</div> +<div class="verse">Father, thy only will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Suffice that, for the season past,</div> +<div class="vind2">Myself in things divine I sought,</div> +<div class="verse">For comforts cried with eager haste,</div> +<div class="vind2">And murmured that I found them not.</div> +<div class="verse">I leave it now to Thee alone:</div> +<div class="verse">Father, thy only will be done.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">{80}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy gifts I clamor for no more,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or selfishly thy grace require</div> +<div class="verse">An evil heart to varnish o'er;</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus, the Giver, I desire,</div> +<div class="verse">After the flesh no longer known:</div> +<div class="vind2">Father, thy only will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Welcome alike the crown or cross;</div> +<div class="vind2">Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor life, nor death, but ever groan,</div> +<div class="vind2">Father, thy only will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MORNING HYMN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God! I thank thee for each sight</div> +<div class="vind2">Of beauty that thy hand doth give;</div> +<div class="verse">For sunny skies and air and light;</div> +<div class="vind2">O God, I thank thee that I live!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That life I consecrate to Thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">And ever as the day is born,</div> +<div class="verse">On wings of joy my soul would flee</div> +<div class="vind2">And thank thee for another morn;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Another day in which to cast</div> +<div class="vind2">Some silent deed of love abroad,</div> +<div class="verse">That, greatening as it journeys past,</div> +<div class="vind2">May do some earnest work for God;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Another day to do and dare;</div> +<div class="vind2">To tax anew my growing strength;</div> +<div class="verse">To arm my soul with faith and prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so reach heaven and Thee at length.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"INTO THY HANDS"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into Thy guiding hands;</div> +<div class="verse">Along a way thy love and care forefend</div> +<div class="verse">Gladly I fare, or rough or smooth may bend</div> +<div class="verse">The longest road that leads at life's far end</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into thy chastening hands:</div> +<div class="verse">If e'er I yield to weakness or to sin,</div> +<div class="verse">Blind to the guerdon Thou dost bid me win,</div> +<div class="verse">Bring Thou me back, by Love's sweet discipline,</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into Thy healing hands;</div> +<div class="verse">No hurt of soul or body long enthralls,</div> +<div class="verse">The bruiséd heart that for thy succor calls</div> +<div class="verse">When, far from doubting as from fear, it falls</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into thy saving hands:</div> +<div class="verse">Despite assoil, infirmity, mistake,</div> +<div class="verse">My life a perfect whole thy power can make,</div> +<div class="verse">If Thou my shards of broken purpose take</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into Thy keeping hands;</div> +<div class="verse">As safe as Heaven kept the guarded Grail—</div> +<div class="verse">So safe, so pure, so compassed as with mail—</div> +<div class="verse">The soul committed, e'en through Death's dark vale,</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into thy loving hands;</div> +<div class="verse">Who made my heart to love made Thee my guest;</div> +<div class="verse">Who made the world to tire made thee my rest;</div> +<div class="verse">My joyful heart I give, at thy behest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Into thy hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Louise Manning Hodgkins.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HERE AM I</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My will would like a life of ease,</div> +<div class="vind2">And power to do, and time to rest,</div> +<div class="verse">And health and strength my will would please,</div> +<div class="vind2">But, Lord, I know thy will is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I have strength to do thy will</div> +<div class="vind2">That should be power enough for me,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether to work or to sit still</div> +<div class="vind2">The appointment of the day may be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if by sickness I may grow</div> +<div class="vind2">More patient, holy and resigned,</div> +<div class="verse">Strong health I need not wish to know,</div> +<div class="vind2">And greater ease I cannot find.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And rest—I need not seek it here;</div> +<div class="vind2">For perfect rest remaineth still;</div> +<div class="verse">When in thy presence we appear</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest shall be given by thy will.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">{81}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord I have given my life to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every day and hour is thine;</div> +<div class="verse">What thou appointest let them be:</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will is better, Lord, than mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna B. Warner.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SACRIFICE OF THE WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Laid on thine altar, O my Lord Divine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Accept my will this day, for Jesus' sake;</div> +<div class="verse">I have no jewels to adorn thy shrine—</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor any world-proud sacrifice to make;</div> +<div class="verse">But here I bring within my trembling hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">This will of mine—a thing that seemeth small,</div> +<div class="verse">And Thou alone, O God, canst understand</div> +<div class="vind2">How, when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all.</div> +<div class="verse">Hidden therein, thy searching gaze can see</div> +<div class="vind2">Struggles of passion—visions of delight—</div> +<div class="verse">All that I love, and am, and fain would be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite.</div> +<div class="verse">It hath been wet with tears and dimmed with sighs,</div> +<div class="vind2">Clinched in my grasp, till beauty hath it none—</div> +<div class="verse">Now, from thy footstool where it vanquished lies,</div> +<div class="vind2">The prayer ascendeth, "May thy will be done."</div> +<div class="verse">Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail,</div> +<div class="vind2">And merge it so in thine own Will, that e'en</div> +<div class="verse">If, in some desperate hour, my cries prevail,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou give back my will, it may have been</div> +<div class="verse">So changed, so purified, so fair have grown,</div> +<div class="vind2">So one with thee, so filled with peace divine,</div> +<div class="verse">I may not see nor know it as my own,</div> +<div class="vind2">But, gaining back my will, may find it thine.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Manlike is it to fall into sin,</div> +<div class="verse">Fiendlike is it to dwell therein,</div> +<div class="verse">Christlike is it for sin to grieve,</div> +<div class="verse">Godlike is it all sin to leave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Friedrich von Logau.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>O GOD OF TRUTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God of Truth, whose living word</div> +<div class="vind2">Upholds whate'er hath breath,</div> +<div class="verse">Look down on thy creation, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Enslaved by sin and death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Set up thy standard, Lord, that they</div> +<div class="vind2">Who claim a heavenly birth</div> +<div class="verse">May march with thee to smite the lies</div> +<div class="vind2">That vex thy ransomed earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! would we join that blest array,</div> +<div class="vind2">And follow in the might</div> +<div class="verse">Of Him, the Faithful and the True,</div> +<div class="vind2">In raiment clean and white.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>We</i> fight for truth, <i>we</i> fight for God—</div> +<div class="vind2">Poor slaves of lies and sin!</div> +<div class="verse">He who would fight for thee on earth</div> +<div class="vind2">Must first be true within.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou God of Truth for whom we long—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou who wilt hear our prayer—</div> +<div class="verse">Do thine own battle in our hearts;</div> +<div class="vind2">And slay the falsehood there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still smite! still burn! till naught is left</div> +<div class="vind2">But God's own truth and love;</div> +<div class="verse">Then, Lord, as morning dew come down,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest on us from above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yea, come! then, tried as in the fire,</div> +<div class="vind2">From every lie set free,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy perfect truth shall dwell in us,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we shall live in Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Hughes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD ONLY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, in the strength of grace,</div> +<div class="vind2">With a glad heart and free,</div> +<div class="verse">Myself, my residue of days,</div> +<div class="vind2">I consecrate to Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy ransomed servant, I</div> +<div class="vind2">Restore to thee thine own;</div> +<div class="verse">And from this moment live or die</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve my God alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In full and glad surrender we give ourselves to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine utterly and only and evermore to be!</div> +<div class="verse">O Son of God, who lovest us, we will be thine alone,</div> +<div class="verse">And all we are and all we have shall henceforth be thine own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">{82}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD IS EVERYWHERE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A little bird I am,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shut from the fields of air;</div> +<div class="verse">And in my cage I sit and sing</div> +<div class="vind2">To him who placed me there;</div> +<div class="verse">Well pleased a prisoner to be,</div> +<div class="verse">Because, my God, it pleaseth thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Naught have I else to do;</div> +<div class="vind2">I sing the whole day long;</div> +<div class="verse">And He whom most I love to please</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth listen to my song;</div> +<div class="verse">He caught and bound my wandering wing,</div> +<div class="verse">But still he bends to hear me sing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My cage confines me round,</div> +<div class="vind2">Abroad I cannot fly;</div> +<div class="verse">But though my wings are closely bound</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart's at liberty.</div> +<div class="verse">My prison walls cannot control</div> +<div class="verse">The flight, the freedom of my soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, it is grand to soar</div> +<div class="vind2">These bolts and bars above</div> +<div class="verse">To Him whose purpose I adore,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose providence I love!</div> +<div class="verse">And in thy mighty will to find</div> +<div class="verse">The joy, the freedom of the mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A CONSECRATED LIFE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my life and let it be</div> +<div class="verse">Consecrated, Lord, to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Take my moments and my days;</div> +<div class="verse">Let them flow in ceaseless praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my hands, and let them move</div> +<div class="verse">At the impulse of thy love.</div> +<div class="verse">Take my feet and let them be</div> +<div class="verse">Swift and "beautiful" for Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my voice, and let me sing</div> +<div class="verse">Always, only, for my King.</div> +<div class="verse">Take my lips, and let them be</div> +<div class="verse">Filled with messages from Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my silver and my gold;</div> +<div class="verse">Not a mite would I withhold.</div> +<div class="verse">Take my intellect, and use</div> +<div class="verse">Every power as Thou shalt choose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my will and make it Thine;</div> +<div class="verse">It shall be no longer mine.</div> +<div class="verse">Take my heart; it <i>is</i> thine own;</div> +<div class="verse">It shall be thy royal throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take my love; my Lord, I pour</div> +<div class="verse">At thy feet its treasure-store.</div> +<div class="verse">Take myself, and I will be</div> +<div class="verse">Ever, <i>only</i>, <span class="smcap">all</span> for Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>UNION WITH GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strong are the walls around me,</div> +<div class="vind2">That hold me all the day;</div> +<div class="verse">But they who thus have bound me</div> +<div class="vind2">Cannot keep God away:</div> +<div class="verse">My very dungeon walls are dear,</div> +<div class="verse">Because the God I love is here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They know, who thus oppress me,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis hard to be alone;</div> +<div class="verse">But know not One can bless me</div> +<div class="vind2">Who comes through bars and stone.</div> +<div class="verse">He makes my dungeon's darkness bright</div> +<div class="verse">And fills my bosom with delight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy love, O God! restores me</div> +<div class="vind2">From sighs and tears to praise;</div> +<div class="verse">And deep my soul adores thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor thinks of time or place:</div> +<div class="verse">I ask no more, in good or ill,</div> +<div class="verse">But union with thy holy will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis that which makes my treasure,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis that which brings my gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Converting woe to pleasure.</div> +<div class="vind2">And reaping joy from pain.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, 'tis enough, whate'er befall,</div> +<div class="verse">To know that God is All in All.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DEDICATED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,</div> +<div class="verse">And fix my frail, inconstant heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Henceforth my chief desire shall be</div> +<div class="verse">To dedicate myself to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er pursuits my time employ,</div> +<div class="verse">One thought shall fill my soul with joy:</div> +<div class="verse">That silent, secret thought shall be</div> +<div class="verse">That all my hopes are fixed on thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;</div> +<div class="verse">And wheresoe'er my lot may be</div> +<div class="verse">Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Renouncing every worldly thing,</div> +<div class="verse">And safe beneath thy spreading wing,</div> +<div class="verse">My sweetest thought henceforth shall be</div> +<div class="verse">That all I want I find in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean F. Oberlin.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">{83}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LEAVING ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, I my cross have taken,</div> +<div class="vind2">All to leave and follow thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:</div> +<div class="verse">Perish every fond ambition,</div> +<div class="vind2">All I've sought, and hoped, and known;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet how rich is my condition,</div> +<div class="vind2">God and heaven are still my own!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let the world despise and leave me,</div> +<div class="vind2">They have left my Saviour too;</div> +<div class="verse">Human hearts and looks deceive me;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou art not, like man, untrue;</div> +<div class="verse">And while thou shalt smile upon me,</div> +<div class="vind2">God of wisdom, love, and might,</div> +<div class="verse">Foes may hate, and friends may shun me;</div> +<div class="vind2">Show thy face, and all is bright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!</div> +<div class="vind2">Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!</div> +<div class="verse">In Thy service, pain is pleasure;</div> +<div class="vind2">With thy favor, loss is gain.</div> +<div class="verse">I have called thee, "Abba, Father";</div> +<div class="vind2">I have stayed my heart on thee:</div> +<div class="verse">Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,</div> +<div class="vind2">All must work for good to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man may trouble and distress me,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;</div> +<div class="verse">Life with trials hard may press me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.</div> +<div class="verse">O 'tis not in grief to harm me,</div> +<div class="vind2">While thy love is left to me;</div> +<div class="verse">O 'twere not in joy to charm me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Were that joy unmixed with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Know, my soul, thy full salvation;</div> +<div class="vind2">Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;</div> +<div class="verse">Joy to find in every station</div> +<div class="vind2">Something still to do or bear.</div> +<div class="verse">Think what Spirit dwells within thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">What a Father's smile is thine;</div> +<div class="verse">What a Saviour died to win thee:</div> +<div class="vind2">Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Haste thee on from grace to glory,</div> +<div class="vind2">Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven's eternal day's before thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's own hand shall guide thee there.</div> +<div class="verse">Soon shall close thy earthly mission,</div> +<div class="vind2">Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,</div> +<div class="verse">Hope shall change to glad fruition,</div> +<div class="vind2">Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry F. Lyte.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHOOSE THOU</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy way, not mine, O Lord!</div> +<div class="vind2">However dark it be;</div> +<div class="verse">Lead me by Thine own hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Choose out the path for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Smooth let it be, or rough,</div> +<div class="vind2">It will be still the best;</div> +<div class="verse">Winding or straight it matters not,</div> +<div class="vind2">It leads me to Thy rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I dare not choose my lot,</div> +<div class="vind2">I would not if I might;</div> +<div class="verse">Choose Thou for me, O God!</div> +<div class="vind2">So shall I walk aright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The kingdom that I seek</div> +<div class="vind2">Is Thine; so let the way</div> +<div class="verse">That leads to it be thine</div> +<div class="vind2">Else I must surely stray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take Thou my cup, and it</div> +<div class="vind2">With joy or sorrow fill;</div> +<div class="verse">As best to Thee may seem;</div> +<div class="vind2">Choose Thou my good or ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Choose Thou for me my friends</div> +<div class="vind2">My sickness or my health;</div> +<div class="verse">Choose thou my cares for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">My poverty or wealth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not mine, not mine the choice</div> +<div class="vind2">In things or great or small;</div> +<div class="verse">Be Thou my guide, my strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">My wisdom and my all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONLY TO-DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only to-day is mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that I owe to Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to make it thine;</div> +<div class="vind2">As pure as it may be;</div> +<div class="verse">Let it see something done,</div> +<div class="verse">Let it see something won,</div> +<div class="verse">Then at the setting sun</div> +<div class="vind2">I'll give it back to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What if I cannot tell</div> +<div class="vind2">The cares the day may bring?</div> +<div class="verse">I know that I shall dwell</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath Thy sheltering wing;</div> +<div class="verse">And there the load is light;</div> +<div class="verse">And there the dark is bright,</div> +<div class="verse">And weakness turns to might,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so I trust and sing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">{84}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I ask to-day?</div> +<div class="vind2">Naught but Thine own sweet will;</div> +<div class="verse">The windings of the way</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead to thy holy hill;</div> +<div class="verse">And whether here or there</div> +<div class="verse">Why should I fear or care?</div> +<div class="verse">Thy heavens are everywhere,</div> +<div class="vind2">And they are o'er me still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give me Thyself to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">I dare not walk alone;</div> +<div class="verse">Speak to me by the way,</div> +<div class="vind2">And "all things are my own";</div> +<div class="verse">The treasures of thy grace,</div> +<div class="verse">The secret hiding place,</div> +<div class="verse">The vision of thy face,</div> +<div class="vind2">The shadow of thy throne!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Burton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE OFFERING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No more my own, Lord Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bought with thy precious blood,</div> +<div class="verse">I give thee but thine own, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">That long thy love withstood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I give the life thou gavest,</div> +<div class="vind2">My present, future, past;</div> +<div class="verse">My joys, my fears, my sorrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">My first hope and my last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I give thee up my weakness</div> +<div class="vind2">That oft distrust hath bred,</div> +<div class="verse">That thy indwelling power</div> +<div class="vind2">May thus be perfected.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I give the love the sweetest</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy goodness grants to me;</div> +<div class="verse">Take it, and make it meet, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">For offering to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Smile, and the very shadows</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy blest light shall shine;</div> +<div class="verse">Take thou my heart, Lord Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou hast made it thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest my soul's ambition,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou hast changed its aim</div> +<div class="verse">(The world's reproach I fear not)</div> +<div class="vind2">To share a Saviour's shame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Outside the camp to suffer;</div> +<div class="vind2">Within the veil to meet,</div> +<div class="verse">And hear Thy softest whisper</div> +<div class="vind2">From out the mercy-seat.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou bear'st me in thy bosom,</div> +<div class="vind2">Amidst thy jewels worn,</div> +<div class="verse">Upon thy hands deep graven</div> +<div class="vind2">By arms of love upborne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rescued from sin's destruction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ransomed from death and hell;</div> +<div class="verse">Complete in Thee, Lord Jesus:</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast done all things well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, deathless love that bought me!</div> +<div class="vind2">Oh, price beyond my ken!</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, Life that hides my own life</div> +<div class="vind2">E'en from my fellow-men!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now fashion, form and fill me</div> +<div class="vind2">With light and love divine;</div> +<div class="verse">So, one with Thee, Lord Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">I'm thine—forever thine!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I IN THEE AND THOU IN ME</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am but clay in thy hands, but Thou art the all-loving artist;</div> +<div class="vind2">Passive I lie in thy sight, yet in my self-hood I strive</div> +<div class="verse">So to embody the life and the love thou ever impartest,</div> +<div class="vind2">That in my sphere of the finite I may be truly alive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Knowing Thou needest this form, as I thy divine inspiration,</div> +<div class="vind2">Knowing thou shapest the clay with a vision and purpose divine,</div> +<div class="verse">So would I answer each touch of thy hand in its loving creation,</div> +<div class="vind2">That in my conscious life thy power and beauty may shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Reflecting the noble intent Thou hast in forming thy creatures;</div> +<div class="vind2">Waking from sense into life of the soul, and the image of thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Working with thee in thy work to model humanity's features</div> +<div class="vind2">Into the likeness of God, myself from myself I would free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One with all human existence, no one above or below me;</div> +<div class="vind2">Lit by Thy wisdom and love, as roses are steeped in the morn;</div> +<div class="verse">Growing from clay to a statue, from statue to flesh, till thou know me</div> +<div class="vind2">Wrought into manhood celestial, and in thine image reborn.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">{85}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So in thy love will I trust, bringing me sooner or later</div> +<div class="vind2">Past the dark screen that divides these shows of the finite from Thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Thine, thine only, this warm dear life, O loving Creator!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine the invisible future, born of the present, must be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christopher Pearse Cranch.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ON THEE MY HEART IS RESTING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On Thee my heart is resting:</div> +<div class="vind2">Ah! this is rest indeed!</div> +<div class="verse">What else, Almighty Saviour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can a poor sinner need?</div> +<div class="verse">Thy light is all my wisdom,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy love is all my stay;</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father's home in glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Draws nearer every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great is my guilt, but greater</div> +<div class="vind2">The mercy Thou dost give;</div> +<div class="verse">Thyself, a spotless offering,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast died that I should live.</div> +<div class="verse">With Thee my soul unfettered</div> +<div class="vind2">Has risen from the dust;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy blood is all my treasure;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy word is all my trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through me, thou gentle Master,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy purposes fulfill:</div> +<div class="verse">I yield myself forever</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy most holy will.</div> +<div class="verse">What though I be but weakness</div> +<div class="vind2">My strength is not in me;</div> +<div class="verse">The poorest of thy people</div> +<div class="vind2">Has all things, having Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When clouds are darkest round me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou, Lord, art then most near,</div> +<div class="verse">My drooping faith to quicken,</div> +<div class="vind2">My weary soul to cheer.</div> +<div class="verse">Safe nestling in thy bosom,</div> +<div class="vind2">I gaze upon thy face.</div> +<div class="verse">In vain my foes would drive me</div> +<div class="vind2">From Thee, my hiding-place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis Thou hast made me happy;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis thou hast set me free.</div> +<div class="verse">To whom shall I give glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Forever but to Thee!</div> +<div class="verse">Of earthly love and blessing</div> +<div class="vind2">Should every stream run dry,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy grace shall still be with me—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy grace to live and die!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Theodore Monod.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love, and have some cause to love, the earth;</div> +<div class="vind2">She is my Maker's creature, therefore good;</div> +<div class="verse">She is my mother, for she gave me birth;</div> +<div class="vind2">She is my tender nurse, she gives me food;</div> +<div class="verse">But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?</div> +<div class="verse">Or what's my mother or my nurse to me?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The highest honors that the world can boast</div> +<div class="vind2">Are subjects far too low for my desire;</div> +<div class="verse">The brightest beams of glory are, at most,</div> +<div class="vind2">But dying sparkles of thy living fire;</div> +<div class="verse">The proudest flames that earth can kindle be</div> +<div class="verse">But nightly glowworms if compared to Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Without thy presence, wealth are bags of cares;</div> +<div class="vind2">Wisdom, but folly; joy, disquiet, sadness;</div> +<div class="verse">Friendship is treason, and delights are snares;</div> +<div class="vind2">Pleasure's but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness:</div> +<div class="verse">Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor have their being when compared with Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In having all things, and not Thee, what have I?</div> +<div class="vind2">Not having Thee, what have my labors got?</div> +<div class="verse">Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I?</div> +<div class="vind2">And having Thee alone, what have I not?</div> +<div class="verse">I wish nor sea nor land; nor would I be</div> +<div class="verse">Possess'd of heaven, heaven unpossess'd of thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Quarles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only for Jesus! Lord, keep it ever</div> +<div class="vind2">Sealed on the heart, and engraved on the life;</div> +<div class="verse">Pulse of all gladness, and nerve of endeavor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Secret of rest and the strength of our strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">{86}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SINCE FIRST THY WORD AWAKED MY HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Since first thy word awaked my heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Like new life dawning o'er me,</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er I turn my eyes, Thou art</div> +<div class="vind2">All light and love before me.</div> +<div class="verse">Nought else I feel or hear or see,</div> +<div class="vind2">All bonds of earth I sever,</div> +<div class="verse">Thee, O God, and only thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">I live for now and ever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like him whose fetters dropped away</div> +<div class="vind2">When light shone o'er his prison,</div> +<div class="verse">My spirit, touched by mercy's ray,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hath from her chains arisen.</div> +<div class="verse">And shall a soul Thou bid'st be free</div> +<div class="vind2">Return to bondage? Never!</div> +<div class="verse">Thee, O God, and only thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">I live for now and ever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Moore.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE GIVE ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And now we only ask to serve,</div> +<div class="vind2">We do not ask to rest;</div> +<div class="verse">We would give all without reserve,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our life, our love, our best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We only ask to see His face,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is enough for us;</div> +<div class="verse">We only ask the lowest place,</div> +<div class="vind2">So he may smile on us.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary E. Townsend.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TWO WORLDS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine</div> +<div class="vind2">In glory and in grace;</div> +<div class="verse">The gaudy world grows pale before</div> +<div class="vind2">The beauty of thy face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Till Thou art seen, it seems to be</div> +<div class="vind2">A sort of fairy ground,</div> +<div class="verse">Where suns unsetting light the sky,</div> +<div class="vind2">And flowers and fruits abound,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when Thy keener, purer beam</div> +<div class="vind2">Is poured upon our sight,</div> +<div class="verse">It loses all its power to charm,</div> +<div class="vind2">And what was day is night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Its noblest toils are then the scourge</div> +<div class="vind2">Which made Thy blood to flow;</div> +<div class="verse">Its joys are but the treacherous thorns</div> +<div class="vind2">Which circled round thy brow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And thus, when we renounce for Thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Its restless aims and fears,</div> +<div class="verse">The tender memories of the past,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hopes of coming years,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">Are lighted from above;</div> +<div class="verse">We offer what we cannot keep,</div> +<div class="vind2">What we have ceased to love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Henry Newman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SELF-SURRENDER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Saviour, who died for me,</div> +<div class="verse">I give myself to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love, so full, so free,</div> +<div class="vind2">Claims all my powers.</div> +<div class="verse">Be this my purpose high,</div> +<div class="verse">To serve Thee till I die,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether my path shall lie</div> +<div class="vind2">'Mid thorns or flowers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But, Lord, the flesh is weak;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy gracious aid I seek,</div> +<div class="verse">For thou the word must speak</div> +<div class="vind2">That makes me strong.</div> +<div class="verse">Then let me hear thy voice,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art my only choice;</div> +<div class="verse">O bid my heart rejoice;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou my song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">May it be joy to me</div> +<div class="verse">To follow only Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy faithful servant be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine to the end.</div> +<div class="verse">For Thee I'll do and dare,</div> +<div class="verse">For thee the cross I'll bear,</div> +<div class="verse">To thee direct my prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">On thee depend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Saviour, with me abide;</div> +<div class="verse">Be ever near my side;</div> +<div class="verse">Support, defend, and guide.</div> +<div class="vind2">I look to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">I lay my hand in thine,</div> +<div class="verse">And fleeting joys resign,</div> +<div class="verse">If I may call thee mine</div> +<div class="vind2">Eternally.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary J. Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For all the sins that cling to thee</div> +<div class="verse">Let wide the gates of pardon be;</div> +<div class="verse">But hope not thou shalt smuggle through</div> +<div class="verse">The little sin thou clingest to.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—F. Langbridge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">{87}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD ALONE LOVED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do I not love thee, Lord most high,</div> +<div class="vind2">In answer to thy love for me!</div> +<div class="verse">I seek no other liberty</div> +<div class="vind2">But that of being bound to Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">May memory no thought suggest</div> +<div class="vind2">But shall to thy pure glory tend;</div> +<div class="verse">May understanding find no rest</div> +<div class="vind2">Except in Thee, its only end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, I here protest to Thee</div> +<div class="vind2">No other will I have than thine;</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever thou hast given me</div> +<div class="vind2">I here again to Thee resign.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All mine is thine, say but the word;</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er Thou willest—be it done;</div> +<div class="verse">I know thy love, all-gracious Lord—</div> +<div class="vind2">I know it seeks my good alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Apart from Thee all things are naught;</div> +<div class="vind2">Then grant, O my supremest bliss!</div> +<div class="verse">Grant me to love Thee as I ought;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou givest all in giving this.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ignatius Loyola, tr. by Edward Caswall.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ACQUIESCENCE OF PURE LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To me 'tis equal whether love ordain</div> +<div class="vind2">My life or death, appoint me pain or ease</div> +<div class="verse">My soul perceives no real ill in pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">In ease or health no real good she sees.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One good she covets, and that good alone,</div> +<div class="vind2">To choose thy will, from selfish bias free;</div> +<div class="verse">And to prefer a cottage to a throne,</div> +<div class="vind2">And grief to comfort, if it pleases Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That we should bear the cross is Thy command,</div> +<div class="vind2">Die to the world and live to self no more;</div> +<div class="verse">Suffer unmoved beneath the rudest hand</div> +<div class="vind2">When shipwrecked pleased as when upon the shore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon, tr. by William Cowper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I preached as never sure to preach again,</div> +<div class="verse">And as a dying man to dying men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Baxter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRESSING TOWARD THE MARK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thee will I love, my strength and tower,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thee will I love, my joy and crown,</div> +<div class="verse">Thee will I love with all my power,</div> +<div class="vind2">In all my works, and Thee alone.</div> +<div class="verse">Thee will I love, till that pure fire</div> +<div class="verse">Fills my whole soul with strong desire.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;</div> +<div class="vind2">Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires;</div> +<div class="verse">Give to my soul, with filial fears</div> +<div class="vind2">The love that all heaven's host inspires;</div> +<div class="verse">That all my powers, with all their might,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy sole glory may unite.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thee will I love, my joy, my crown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;</div> +<div class="verse">Thee will I love beneath thy frown</div> +<div class="vind2">Or smile, thy scepter or thy rod;</div> +<div class="verse">What though my head and flesh decay?</div> +<div class="verse">Thee shall I love in endless day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann A. Scheffler, tr. by John Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DWELL DEEP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dwell deep! The little things that chafe and fret,</div> +<div class="vind2">O waste not golden hours to give them heed!</div> +<div class="verse">The slight, the thoughtless wrong, do thou forget,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be self-forgot in serving others' need.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou faith in God through love for man shalt keep.</div> +<div class="vind6">Dwell deep, my soul, dwell deep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dwell deep! Forego the pleasure if it bring</div> +<div class="vind2">Neglect of duty; consecrate each thought;</div> +<div class="verse">Believe thou in the good of everything,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trust that all unto the wisest end is wrought.</div> +<div class="verse">Bring thou this comfort unto all who weep:</div> +<div class="vind6">Dwell deep, my soul, dwell deep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Buckham.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Out from thyself, thyself depart;</div> +<div class="verse">God then shall fill thine empty heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Cast from thy soul life's selfish dream—</div> +<div class="verse">In flows the Godhead's living stream.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">{88}</a></span></p> + +<h2>PEACE</h2> + +<h3>REST, CALM, STILLNESS</h3> + + +<h4>THE PEACE OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,</div> +<div class="vind2">And billows wild contend with angry roar,</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,</div> +<div class="vind2">That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far, far beneath the noise of tempest dieth,</div> +<div class="vind2">And silver waves chime ever peacefully;</div> +<div class="verse">And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So to the soul that knows thy love, O Purest,</div> +<div class="vind2">There is a temple peaceful evermore.</div> +<div class="verse">And all the babble of life's angry voices</div> +<div class="vind2">Dies hushed in stillness at its sacred door.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far, far away the noise of passion dieth,</div> +<div class="vind2">And loving thoughts rise ever peacefully;</div> +<div class="verse">And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disturbs that deeper rest, O Lord, in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O rest of rest! O peace serene, eternal!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou ever livest, and thou changest never;</div> +<div class="verse">And in the secret of thy presence dwelleth</div> +<div class="vind2">Fullness of joy, forever and forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Harriet Beecher Stowe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life's burdens fall, its discords cease,</div> +<div class="verse">I lapse into the glad release</div> +<div class="verse">Of Nature's own exceeding peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE STILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let nothing make thee sad or fretful,</div> +<div class="verse">Or too regretful;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be still.</div> +<div class="verse">What God hath ordered must be right;</div> +<div class="verse">Then find in it thy own delight,</div> +<div class="vind2">My will!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow</div> +<div class="verse">About to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart?</div> +<div class="verse">God watcheth all with care most true;</div> +<div class="verse">Doubt not that he will give thee too</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Fleming.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SIT STILL</h4> + +<p class="center noind">(Ruth 3. 18.)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sit still, my child. 'Tis no great thing I ask,</div> +<div class="verse">No glorious deed, no mighty task;</div> +<div class="verse">But just to sit and patiently abide.</div> +<div class="verse">Wait in my presence, in my word confide,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"But oh! dear Lord, I long the sword to wield,</div> +<div class="verse">Forward to go, and in the battle field</div> +<div class="verse">To fight for thee, thine enemies o'erthrow,</div> +<div class="verse">And in thy strength to vanquish every foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"The harvest-fields spread out before me lie,</div> +<div class="verse">The reapers toward me look, and vainly cry—</div> +<div class="verse">'The field is white, the laborers are few;</div> +<div class="verse">Our Lord's command is also sent to you,'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My child, it is a sweet and blessed thing</div> +<div class="verse">To rest beneath the shadow of my wing;</div> +<div class="verse">To feel thy doings and thy words are naught,</div> +<div class="verse">To trust to me each restless, longing thought.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">{89}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Dear Lord, help me this lesson sweet to learn,</div> +<div class="verse">To sit at thy pierced feet and only yearn</div> +<div class="verse">To love thee better, Lord, and feel that still</div> +<div class="verse">Waiting is working, if it be thy will."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE QUIET MIND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a treasure which I prize;</div> +<div class="vind2">The like I cannot find;</div> +<div class="verse">There's nothing like it in the earth:</div> +<div class="vind2">It is a quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But 'tis not that I'm stupefied,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or senseless, dull, or blind:</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis God's own peace within my soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Which forms my quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I found this treasure at the Cross.</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis there to every kind</div> +<div class="verse">Of heavy-laden, weary souls</div> +<div class="vind2">Christ gives a quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Saviour's death and risen life</div> +<div class="vind2">To give this were designed;</div> +<div class="verse">And that's the root and that's the branch,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of this my quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The love of God within my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart to his doth bind;</div> +<div class="verse">This is the mind of heaven on earth;</div> +<div class="vind2">This is my quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I've many a cross to take up now,</div> +<div class="vind2">And many left behind;</div> +<div class="verse">But present trials move me not,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor shake my quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And what may be to-morrow's cross</div> +<div class="vind2">I never seek to find;</div> +<div class="verse">My Saviour says, Leave that to Me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And keep a quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And well I know the Lord hath said,</div> +<div class="vind2">To make my heart resigned,</div> +<div class="verse">That mercy still shall follow such</div> +<div class="vind2">As have this quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I meet with pride of wit and wealth,</div> +<div class="vind2">And scorn and looks unkind,</div> +<div class="verse">It matters naught: I envy not,</div> +<div class="vind2">For I've a quiet mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I'm waiting now to see the Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who's been to me so kind:</div> +<div class="verse">I want to thank him face to face</div> +<div class="vind2">For this my quiet mind.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY HEART IS RESTING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My heart is resting, O my God;</div> +<div class="vind2">I will give thanks and sing:</div> +<div class="verse">My heart is at the secret source</div> +<div class="vind2">Of every precious thing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now the frail vessel Thou hast made</div> +<div class="vind2">No hand but thine shall fill—</div> +<div class="verse">The waters of the earth have failed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I am thirsty still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thirst for springs of heavenly life,</div> +<div class="vind2">And here all day they rise;</div> +<div class="verse">I seek the treasure of Thy love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And close at hand it lies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And a "new song" is in my mouth,</div> +<div class="vind2">To long-loved music set—</div> +<div class="verse">Glory to Thee for all the grace</div> +<div class="vind2">I have not tasted yet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a heritage of joy</div> +<div class="vind2">That yet I must not see;</div> +<div class="verse">The hand that bled to make it mine</div> +<div class="vind2">Is keeping it for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a certainty of love</div> +<div class="vind2">That sets my heart at rest;</div> +<div class="verse">A calm assurance for to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">That to be poor is best!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A prayer reposing on His truth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who hath made all things mine;</div> +<div class="verse">That draws my captive will to him,</div> +<div class="vind2">And makes it one with thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>KEPT IN PERFECT PEACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?</div> +<div class="verse">The voice of Jesus whispers Peace within.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?</div> +<div class="verse">To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, with sorrow surging round?</div> +<div class="verse">On Jesus' bosom naught but rest is found.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?</div> +<div class="verse">In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">{90}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is enough: earth's struggles now do cease,</div> +<div class="verse">And Jesus calls us to heaven's perfect peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Henry Bickersteth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PERFECT PEACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace;</div> +<div class="verse">Over all victorious in its bright increase;</div> +<div class="verse">Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,</div> +<div class="verse">Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,</div> +<div class="verse">Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;</div> +<div class="verse">Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,</div> +<div class="verse">Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Every joy or trial falleth from above,</div> +<div class="verse">Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love,</div> +<div class="verse">We may trust him fully, all for us to do;</div> +<div class="verse">They who trust him wholly find him wholly true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ABIDING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In heavenly love abiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">No change my heart shall fear</div> +<div class="verse">And safe is such confiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">For nothing changes here.</div> +<div class="verse">The storm may roar without me,</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart may low be laid,</div> +<div class="verse">But God is round about me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And can I be dismayed?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whenever he may guide me,</div> +<div class="vind2">No want shall turn me back;</div> +<div class="verse">My Shepherd is beside me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And nothing can I lack.</div> +<div class="verse">His wisdom ever waketh,</div> +<div class="vind2">His sight is never dim,</div> +<div class="verse">He knows the way he taketh,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I will walk with him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Green pastures are before me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which yet I have not seen;</div> +<div class="verse">Bright skies will soon be o'er me</div> +<div class="vind2">Where darkest clouds have been.</div> +<div class="verse">My hope I cannot measure,</div> +<div class="vind2">My path to life is free,</div> +<div class="verse">My Saviour has my treasure,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he will walk with me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CALM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stand upon the Mount of God</div> +<div class="vind2">With sunlight in my soul;</div> +<div class="verse">I hear the storms in vales beneath,</div> +<div class="vind2">I hear the thunders roll.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But I am calm with thee, my God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath these glorious skies;</div> +<div class="verse">And to the height on which I stand,</div> +<div class="vind2">No storms, nor clouds, can rise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, <span class="smcap">this</span> is life! O, this is joy!</div> +<div class="vind2">My God, to find thee so;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy face to see, thy voice to hear,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all thy love to know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DIVINE PEACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace upon peace, like wave upon wave,</div> +<div class="verse">This the portion that I crave;</div> +<div class="verse">The peace of God which passeth thought,</div> +<div class="verse">The peace of Christ which changeth not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace like the river's gentle flow,</div> +<div class="verse">Peace like the morning's silent glow,</div> +<div class="verse">From day to day, in love supplied,</div> +<div class="verse">An endless and unebbing tide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace flowing on without decrease,</div> +<div class="verse">From him who is our joy and peace,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, by his reconciling blood,</div> +<div class="verse">Hath made the sinner's peace with God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace through the night and through the day,</div> +<div class="verse">Peace through the windings of our way;</div> +<div class="verse">In pain, and toil, and weariness,</div> +<div class="verse">A deep and everlasting peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O King of peace, this peace bestow</div> +<div class="verse">Upon a stranger here below;</div> +<div class="verse">O God of peace, thy peace impart,</div> +<div class="verse">To every sad and troubled heart.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">{91}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Peace from the Father and the Son,</div> +<div class="verse">Peace from the Spirit, all his own;</div> +<div class="verse">Peace that shall never more be lost,</div> +<div class="verse">Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A QUIET HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Quiet, Lord, my froward heart:</div> +<div class="vind2">Make me teachable and mild;</div> +<div class="verse">Upright, simple, free from art;</div> +<div class="vind2">Make me as a weanèd child,</div> +<div class="verse">From distrust and envy free,</div> +<div class="vind2">Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What thou shalt to-day provide</div> +<div class="vind2">Let me as a child receive;</div> +<div class="verse">What to-morrow may betide</div> +<div class="vind2">Calmly to thy wisdom leave.</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis enough that thou wilt care:</div> +<div class="vind2">Why should I the burthen bear?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As a little child relies</div> +<div class="vind2">On a care beyond his own;</div> +<div class="verse">Knows he's neither strong nor wise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fears to stir a step alone;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me thus with thee abide,</div> +<div class="vind2">As my Father, Guard and Guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>REST WHERE YOU ARE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When, spurred by tasks unceasing or undone,</div> +<div class="vind2">You would seek rest afar,</div> +<div class="verse">And can not, though repose be rightly won—</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest where you are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Neglect the needless; sanctify the rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">Move without stress or jar;</div> +<div class="verse">With quiet of a spirit self-possessed</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest where you are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in event, restriction, or release,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not in scenes near or far,</div> +<div class="verse">But in ourselves are restlessness or peace,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest where you are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where lives the soul lives God; his day, his world,</div> +<div class="vind2">No phantom mists need mar;</div> +<div class="verse">His starry nights are tents of peace unfurled:</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest where you are.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE ALL AT REST</h4> + +<div class="blockind"><p>Be all at rest, my soul toward God; from him comes my salvation. +Psa. 62. 1.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest, my soul." Oh! blessed secret</div> +<div class="verse">Of the true life that glorifies thy Lord:</div> +<div class="verse">Not always doth the busiest soul best serve him,</div> +<div class="verse">But he who resteth on his faithful word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest."—"let not your heart be rippled,"</div> +<div class="verse">For tiny wavelets mar the image fair</div> +<div class="verse">Which the still pool reflects of heaven's glory—</div> +<div class="verse">And thus the Image he would have you bear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest,"—for rest is highest service;</div> +<div class="verse">To the still heart God doth his secrets tell:</div> +<div class="verse">Thus shall thou learn to wait, and watch, and labor,</div> +<div class="verse">Strengthened to bear, since Christ in thee doth dwell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For what is service but the life of Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Lived through a vessel of earth's fragile clay;</div> +<div class="verse">Loving and giving; poured forth for others;</div> +<div class="vind2">"A living sacrifice" from day to day?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And what shall meet the deep unrest around thee</div> +<div class="vind2">But the calm peace of God that filled his breast?</div> +<div class="verse">For still a living voice must call the weary</div> +<div class="vind2">To him who said, "Come unto me and rest."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Therefore "be all at rest, my soul," toward him,</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou a revelation of the Lord would'st be;</div> +<div class="verse">For in the quiet confidence that never doubts him,</div> +<div class="vind2">Others his truth and faithfulness shall see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest," for rest alone becometh</div> +<div class="vind2">The soul that casts on him its every care;</div> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest"—so shall thy life proclaim him</div> +<div class="vind2">A God who worketh and who heareth prayer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">{92}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Be all at rest"—so shalt thou be an answer</div> +<div class="vind2">To those who question, "Who is God, and where?"</div> +<div class="verse">For God is rest, and where he dwells is stillness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And they who dwell in him that rest shall share.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Freda Hanbury Allen.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>REST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sweet is the pleasure</div> +<div class="vind2">Itself cannot spoil!</div> +<div class="verse">Is not true leisure</div> +<div class="vind2">One with true toil?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou that wouldst taste it,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still do thy best;</div> +<div class="verse">Use it, not waste it,</div> +<div class="vind2">Else 'tis no rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wouldst behold beauty</div> +<div class="vind2">Near thee all round?</div> +<div class="verse">Only hath duty</div> +<div class="vind2">Such a sight found.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rest is not quitting</div> +<div class="vind2">The busy career;</div> +<div class="verse">Rest is the fitting</div> +<div class="vind2">Of self to its sphere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis the brook's motion,</div> +<div class="vind2">Clear without strife,</div> +<div class="verse">Fleeing to ocean</div> +<div class="vind2">After its life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deeper devotion</div> +<div class="vind2">Nowhere hath knelt;</div> +<div class="verse">Fuller emotion</div> +<div class="vind2">Heart never felt.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis loving and serving</div> +<div class="vind2">The Highest and Best!</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis onwards, unswerving,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that is true rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sullivan Dwight.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is peace in power; the men who speak</div> +<div class="vind2">With the loudest tongues do least;</div> +<div class="verse">And the surest sign of a mind that is weak</div> +<div class="vind2">Is its want of the power to rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EQUANIMITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tost on a sea of troubles, Soul, my Soul,</div> +<div class="vind4">Thyself do thou control;</div> +<div class="verse">And to the weapons of advancing foes</div> +<div class="vind4">A stubborn breast oppose:</div> +<div class="verse">Undaunted 'mid the hostile might</div> +<div class="verse">Of squadrons burning for the fight</div> +<div class="verse">Thine be no boasting when the victor's crown</div> +<div class="vind4">Wins thee deserved renown;</div> +<div class="verse">Thine no dejected sorrow, when defeat</div> +<div class="vind4">Would urge a base retreat;</div> +<div class="verse">Rejoice in joyous things—nor overmuch</div> +<div class="vind4">Let grief thy bosom touch</div> +<div class="verse">'Midst evil, and still bear in mind</div> +<div class="verse">How changeful are the ways of humankind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Archilochos, tr. by William Hay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S PEACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant us Thy peace, down from thy presence falling,</div> +<div class="vind2">As on the thirsty earth cool night-dews sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">Grant us thy peace, to thy pure paths recalling,</div> +<div class="vind2">From devious ways, our worn and wandering feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant us Thy peace, through winning and through losing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through gloom and gladness of our pilgrim way;</div> +<div class="verse">Grant us thy peace, safe in thy love's enclosing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou who all things in heaven and earth dost sway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give us Thy peace, not as the world has given,</div> +<div class="vind2">In momentary rays that fitful gleamed,</div> +<div class="verse">But calm, deep, sure, the peace of spirits shriven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of hearts surrendered and of souls redeemed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant us thy peace, that like a deepening river</div> +<div class="vind2">Swells ever outward to the sea of praise.</div> +<div class="verse">O thou of peace the only Lord and Giver,</div> +<div class="vind2">Grant us thy peace, O Saviour, all our days.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Scudder.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">{93}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE INNER CALM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,</div> +<div class="vind2">While these hot breezes blow;</div> +<div class="verse">Be like the night-dew's cooling balm</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon earth's fevered brow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,</div> +<div class="vind2">Soft resting on thy breast;</div> +<div class="verse">Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm</div> +<div class="vind2">And bid my spirit rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude</div> +<div class="vind2">The sounds my ear that greet;</div> +<div class="verse">Calm in the closet's solitude,</div> +<div class="vind2">Calm in the bustling street;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm in the hour of buoyant health,</div> +<div class="vind2">Calm in my hour of pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Calm in my poverty or wealth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Calm in my loss or gain;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm when the great world's news with power</div> +<div class="vind2">My listening spirit stir;</div> +<div class="verse">Let not the tidings of the hour</div> +<div class="vind2">E'er find too fond an ear;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm as the ray of sun or star</div> +<div class="vind2">Which storms assail in vain;</div> +<div class="verse">Moving unruffled through earth's war,</div> +<div class="vind2">The eternal calm to gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, take not away</div> +<div class="verse">The burden of the day,</div> +<div class="vind2">But help me that I bear it</div> +<div class="verse">As Christ his burden bore</div> +<div class="verse">When cross and thorn he wore</div> +<div class="vind2">And none with him could share it;</div> +<div class="verse">In his name help I pray!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I only ask for grace</div> +<div class="verse">To see that patient face</div> +<div class="vind2">And my impatient one;</div> +<div class="verse">Ask that mine grow like His—</div> +<div class="verse">Sign of an inward peace</div> +<div class="vind2">From trust in thee alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Unchanged by time or place.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And they who do their souls no wrong,</div> +<div class="vind2">But keep at eve the faith of morn,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall daily hear the angel-song,</div> +<div class="vind2">To-day the Prince of Peace is born.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Drop thy still dews of quietness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till all our strivings cease;</div> +<div class="verse">Take from our souls the strain and stress,</div> +<div class="verse">And let our ordered lives confess</div> +<div class="vind2">The beauty of thy peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Breathe through the heats of our desire</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy coolness and thy balm;</div> +<div class="verse">Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;</div> +<div class="verse">Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,</div> +<div class="vind2">O still, small voice of calm!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As flows the river calm and deep.</div> +<div class="vind2">In silence toward the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">So floweth ever, and ceaseth never,</div> +<div class="vind2">The love of God to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What peace He bringeth to my heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deep as the soundless sea;</div> +<div class="verse">How sweetly singeth the soul that clingeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">My loving Lord, to thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">He fails never.</div> +<div class="verse">If He cannot work by us He will work through us.</div> +<div class="vind2">Let our souls be calm.</div> +<div class="verse">We should be ashamed to sit beneath those stars,</div> +<div class="verse">Impatient that we're nothing.</div> +<div class="verse">Get work, get work; be sure 'tis better</div> +<div class="verse">Than what you work to get.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm Soul of all things, make it mine</div> +<div class="vind2">To feel amid the city's jar,</div> +<div class="verse">That there abides a peace of thine</div> +<div class="vind2">Man did not make and cannot mar.</div> +<div class="verse">The will to neither strive nor cry,</div> +<div class="vind2">The power to feel with others give;</div> +<div class="verse">Calm, calm me more, nor let me die</div> +<div class="vind2">Before I have begun to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What secret trouble stirs thy heart?</div> +<div class="vind2">Why all this fret and flurry?</div> +<div class="verse">Dost thou not know that what is best</div> +<div class="verse">In this too restless world is rest</div> +<div class="vind2">From over-work and hurry?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">{94}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We bless thee for thy peace, O God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deep as the boundless sea,</div> +<div class="verse">It falls like sunshine on the road,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of those who trust in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">That peace which suffers and is strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trusts where it cannot see:</div> +<div class="verse">Deems not the trial way too long,</div> +<div class="vind2">But leaves the end with thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes</div> +<div class="vind2">Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should I feel another man's mistakes</div> +<div class="vind2">More than his sicknesses or poverty?</div> +<div class="verse">In love I should; but anger is not love,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor wisdom, neither; therefore gently move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Why fret thee, soul,</div> +<div class="verse">For things beyond thy small control?</div> +<div class="verse">But do thy part, and thou shalt see</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven will have charge of them and thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Sow then thy seed, and wait in peace</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord's increase.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What is the use of worrying</div> +<div class="verse">And flurrying and scurrying</div> +<div class="vind2">And breaking up one's rest;</div> +<div class="verse">When all the world is teaching us</div> +<div class="verse">And praying and beseeching us</div> +<div class="vind2">That quiet ways are best.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I feel within me</div> +<div class="verse">A peace above all earthly dignities</div> +<div class="verse">A still and quiet conscience.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stormy blast is strong, but mightier still</div> +<div class="verse">The calm that binds the storm beneath its peaceful will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As running water cleanseth bodies dropped therein</div> +<div class="verse">So heavenly truth doth cleanse the secret heart from sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Sanskrit, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From our ill-ordered hearts we oft are fain to roam,</div> +<div class="verse">As men go forth who find unquietness at home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A mind from every evil thought set free</div> +<div class="verse">I count the noblest gift of Deity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">—Æschylus, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A stone makes not great rivers turbid grow;</div> +<div class="verse">When saints are vexed their shallowness they show.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, Lord, one great eternal yes</div> +<div class="vind2">To all my Lord shall say;</div> +<div class="verse">To what I know, or yet shall know,</div> +<div class="vind2">In all the untried way.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Good striving</div> +<div class="vind4">Brings thriving.</div> +<div class="verse">Better a dog who works</div> +<div class="verse">Than a lion who shirks.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">{95}</a></span></p> + +<h2>HUMILITY</h2> + +<h3>MEEKNESS, WEAKNESS, SELFLESSNESS</h3> + + +<h4>A LAST PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, I scarcely dare to pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">So clear I see, now it is done,</div> +<div class="verse">That I have wasted half my day</div> +<div class="vind2">And left my work but just begun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So clear I see that things I thought</div> +<div class="vind2">Were right, or harmless, were a sin;</div> +<div class="verse">So clear I see that I have sought</div> +<div class="vind2">Unconscious, selfish aims to win;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So clear I see that I have hurt</div> +<div class="vind2">The souls I might have helped to save;</div> +<div class="verse">That I have slothful been, inert,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deaf to the calls Thy leaders gave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In outskirts of thy kingdom vast,</div> +<div class="vind2">Father, the humblest spot give me;</div> +<div class="verse">Set me the lowliest task thou hast;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let me, repentant, work for thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Helen Hunt Jackson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A LOWLY HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy home is with the humble, Lord!</div> +<div class="vind2">The simplest are the best,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy lodging is in childlike hearts:</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou makest there thy rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear Comforter! Eternal Love!</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou wilt stay with me,</div> +<div class="verse">Of lowly thoughts and simple ways</div> +<div class="vind2">I'll build a house for thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who made this beating heart of mine</div> +<div class="vind2">But Thou, my heavenly guest?</div> +<div class="verse">Let no one have it, then, but thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And let it be thy rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lyra Catholica.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Before the eyes of men let duly shine thy light,</div> +<div class="verse">But ever let thy life's best part be out of sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM</h4> + +<h5>I.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Man who Loved the Names of Things</div> +<div class="vind2">Went forth beneath the skies</div> +<div class="verse">And named all things that he beheld,</div> +<div class="vind2">And people called him wise.</div> +<div class="verse">An unseen presence walked with him</div> +<div class="vind2">Forever by his side,</div> +<div class="verse">The wedded mistress of his soul—</div> +<div class="vind2">For Knowledge was his bride;</div> +<div class="verse">She named the flowers, the weeds, the trees,</div> +<div class="verse">And all the growths of all the seas.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She told him all the rocks by name,</div> +<div class="vind2">The winds and whence they blew;</div> +<div class="verse">She told him how the seas were formed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And how the mountains grew.</div> +<div class="verse">She numbered all the stars for him;</div> +<div class="vind2">And all the rounded skies</div> +<div class="verse">Were mapped and charted for the gaze</div> +<div class="vind2">Of his devouring eyes.</div> +<div class="verse">Thus, taught by her, he taught the crowd;</div> +<div class="verse">They praised—and he was very proud.</div> +</div></div> + + +<h5>II.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Man who Loved the Soul of Things</div> +<div class="vind2">Went forth serene and glad,</div> +<div class="verse">And mused upon the mighty world,</div> +<div class="vind2">And people called him mad.</div> +<div class="verse">An unseen presence walked with him</div> +<div class="vind2">Forever by his side,</div> +<div class="verse">The wedded mistress of his soul—</div> +<div class="vind2">For Wisdom was his bride.</div> +<div class="verse">She showed him all this mighty frame,</div> +<div class="verse">And bade him feel—but named no name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She stood with him upon the hills</div> +<div class="vind2">Ringed by the azure sky,</div> +<div class="verse">And shamed his lowly thought with stars</div> +<div class="vind2">And bade it climb as high.</div> +<div class="verse">And all the birds he could not name,</div> +<div class="vind2">The nameless stars that roll,</div> +<div class="verse">The unnamed blossoms at his feet</div> +<div class="vind2">Talked with him soul to soul;</div> +<div class="verse">He heard the Nameless Glory speak</div> +<div class="verse">In silence—and was very meek.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sam Walter Foss.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">{96}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE INQUIRY</h4> + +<div class="poemwdd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wonder if ever a song was sung but the singer's heart sang sweeter!</div> +<div class="verse">I wonder if ever a rhyme was rung but the thought surpassed the meter!</div> +<div class="verse">I wonder if ever a sculptor wrought till the cold stone echoed his ardent thought!</div> +<div class="verse">Or if ever the painter with light and shade the dream of his inmost heart portrayed!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wonder if ever a rose was found and there might not be a fairer!</div> +<div class="verse">Or if ever a glittering gem was ground and we dreamed not of a rarer!</div> +<div class="verse">Ah! never on earth do we find the best; but it waits for us in the land of rest,</div> +<div class="verse">And a perfect thing we shall never behold till we pass the portals of shining gold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SONG OF LOW DEGREE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He that is down need fear no fall;</div> +<div class="vind2">He that is low, no pride;</div> +<div class="verse">He that is humble ever shall</div> +<div class="vind2">Have God to be his guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am content with what I have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Little be it, or much;</div> +<div class="verse">And, Lord, contentment still I crave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because thou savest such.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fullness to such a burden is</div> +<div class="vind2">That go on pilgrimage;</div> +<div class="verse">Here little, and hereafter bliss,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is best from age to age.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Bunyan.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT YET PREPARED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O thou unpolished shaft, why leave the quiver?</div> +<div class="vind2">O thou blunt axe, what forests canst thou hew?</div> +<div class="verse">Untempered sword, canst thou the oppressed deliver?</div> +<div class="vind2">Go back to thine own maker's forge anew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Submit thyself to God for preparation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seek not to teach thy Master and thy Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">Call it not zeal; it is a base temptation.</div> +<div class="vind2">Satan is pleased when man dictates to God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Down with thy pride! with holy vengeance trample</div> +<div class="vind2">On each self-flattering fancy that appears;</div> +<div class="verse">Did not the Lord himself, for our example,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lie hid in Nazareth for thirty years?</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RECESSIONAL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of our fathers, known of old—</div> +<div class="vind2">Lord of our far-flung battle-line—</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath whose awful hand we hold</div> +<div class="vind2">Dominion over palm and pine—</div> +<div class="verse">Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest we forget—lest we forget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The tumult and the shouting dies—</div> +<div class="vind2">The Captains and the Kings depart—</div> +<div class="verse">Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,</div> +<div class="vind2">An humble and a contrite heart.</div> +<div class="verse">Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest we forget—lest we forget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far-called our navies melt away—</div> +<div class="vind2">On dune and headland sinks the fire—</div> +<div class="verse">Lo, all our pomp of yesterday</div> +<div class="vind2">Is one with Nineveh and Tyre.</div> +<div class="verse">Judge of the nations, spare us yet,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest we forget—lest we forget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If, drunk with sight of power, we loose</div> +<div class="vind2">Wild tongues that have not thee in awe—</div> +<div class="verse">Such boastings as the Gentiles use,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or lesser breeds without the Law—</div> +<div class="verse">Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest we forget—lest we forget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For heathen heart that puts her trust</div> +<div class="vind2">In reeking tube and iron shard—</div> +<div class="verse">All valiant dust that builds on dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">And guarding calls not Thee to guard.</div> +<div class="verse">For frantic boast and foolish word,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy mercy on thy people, Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Rudyard Kipling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In humbleness, O Lord, I ask</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou bestow on me</div> +<div class="verse">The will and strength to do some task</div> +<div class="vind2">For growth of love for thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Some task, not of my chosen will—</div> +<div class="vind2">For wisdom is not mine—</div> +<div class="verse">But let my frailsome life fulfill</div> +<div class="vind2">Some perfect thought of thine.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">{97}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I WILL NOT SEEK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot think but God must know</div> +<div class="verse">About the thing I long for so;</div> +<div class="verse">I know he is so good, so kind,</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot think but he will find</div> +<div class="verse">Some way to help, some way to show</div> +<div class="verse">Me to the thing I long for so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stretch my hand; it lies so near,</div> +<div class="verse">It looks so sweet, it looks so dear,</div> +<div class="verse">"Dear Lord," I pray, "O let me know</div> +<div class="verse">If it is wrong to want it so!"</div> +<div class="verse">He only smiles, he does not speak;</div> +<div class="verse">My heart grows weaker and more weak</div> +<div class="verse">With looking at the thing so dear,</div> +<div class="verse">Which lies so far, and yet so near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now, Lord, I leave at thy loved feet</div> +<div class="verse">This thing which looks so near, so sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">I will not seek, I will not long;</div> +<div class="verse">I almost fear I have been wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll go, and work the harder, Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">And wait, till by some loud, clear word</div> +<div class="verse">Thou callest me to thy loved feet</div> +<div class="verse">To take this thing so dear, so sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saxe Holm.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRIUMPHING IN OTHERS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Others shall sing the song,</div> +<div class="verse">Others shall right the wrong,</div> +<div class="verse">Finish what I begin,</div> +<div class="verse">And all I fail of win.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter, I or they,</div> +<div class="verse">Mine or another's day,</div> +<div class="verse">So the right word be said,</div> +<div class="verse">And life the sweeter made?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring, bells in unreared steeples,</div> +<div class="verse">The joy of unborn peoples!</div> +<div class="verse">Sound, trumpets far-off blown,</div> +<div class="verse">Your triumph is my own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high;</div> +<div class="vind2">So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be;</div> +<div class="verse">Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky</div> +<div class="vind2">Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.</div> +<div class="verse">A grain of glory mixed with humbleness</div> +<div class="verse">Cures both a fever and lethargickness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FOR DIVINE STRENGTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love;</div> +<div class="verse">For we are weak and need some deep revealing</div> +<div class="vind2">Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, we have wandered far through doubt and sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou hast made each step an onward one;</div> +<div class="verse">And we will ever trust each unknown morrow—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy</div> +<div class="vind2">Abides; and when pain seems to have its will,</div> +<div class="verse">Or we despair, O may that peace rise slowly</div> +<div class="vind2">Stronger than agony, and we be still!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love;</div> +<div class="verse">Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Johnson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHEN I AM WEAK THEN AM I STRONG</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Half feeling our own weakness,</div> +<div class="vind2">We place our hands in Thine—</div> +<div class="verse">Knowing but half our darkness</div> +<div class="vind2">We ask for light divine.</div> +<div class="verse">Then, when Thy strong arm holds us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our weakness most we feel,</div> +<div class="verse">And thy love and light around us</div> +<div class="vind2">Our darkness must reveal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Too oft, when faithless doubtings</div> +<div class="vind2">Around our spirits press,</div> +<div class="verse">We cry, "Can hands so feeble</div> +<div class="vind2">Grasp such almightiness?"</div> +<div class="verse">While thus we doubt and tremble</div> +<div class="vind2">Our hold still looser grows;</div> +<div class="verse">While on our darkness gazing</div> +<div class="vind2">Vainly thy radiance glows.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">{98}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, cheer us with Thy brightness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And guide us by thy hand,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy light teach us light to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy strength strong to stand.</div> +<div class="verse">Then though our hands be feeble,</div> +<div class="vind2">If they but touch thine arm,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy light and power shall lead us,</div> +<div class="vind2">And keep us strong and calm.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A HUMBLE HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would not ask Thee that my days</div> +<div class="vind2">Should flow quite smoothly on and on,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest I should learn to love the world</div> +<div class="vind2">Too well, ere all my time was done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would not ask Thee that my work</div> +<div class="vind2">Should never bring me pain nor fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Lest I should learn to work alone,</div> +<div class="vind2">And never wish thy presence near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would not ask Thee that my friends</div> +<div class="vind2">Should always kind and constant be;</div> +<div class="verse">Lest I should learn to lay my faith</div> +<div class="vind2">In them alone, and not in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But I would ask a humble heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">A changeless will to work and wake,</div> +<div class="verse">A firm faith in Thy providence,</div> +<div class="vind2">The rest—'tis thine to give or take.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Norris.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one,</div> +<div class="verse">Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells</div> +<div class="verse">In heads replete with thoughts of other men;</div> +<div class="verse">Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.</div> +<div class="verse">Knowledge, a rude, unprofitable mass,</div> +<div class="verse">The mere material with which Wisdom builds,</div> +<div class="verse">Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place,</div> +<div class="verse">Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.</div> +<div class="verse">Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much,</div> +<div class="verse">Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Humble we must be if to heaven we go;</div> +<div class="verse">High is the roof there; but the gate is low.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Herrick.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT MINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not mine to run, with eager feet,</div> +<div class="verse">Along life's crowded ways, my Lord to meet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not mine to pour the oil and wine</div> +<div class="verse">Or bring the purple robe and linen fine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not mine to break at his dear feet</div> +<div class="verse">The alabaster box of ointment sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not mine to bear his heavy cross,</div> +<div class="verse">Or suffer, for his sake, all pain and loss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not mine to walk through valleys dim,</div> +<div class="verse">Or climb far mountain heights alone with him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He hath no need of me in grand affairs,</div> +<div class="verse">Where fields are lost or crowns won unawares.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, Master, if I may make one pale flower</div> +<div class="verse">Bloom brighter, for thy sake, though one short hour;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I in harvest fields where strong ones reap,</div> +<div class="verse">May bind one golden sheaf for love to keep;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">May speak one quiet word when all is still,</div> +<div class="verse">Helping some fainting heart to bear thy will;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Or sing some high, clear song on which may soar</div> +<div class="verse">Some glad soul heavenward, I ask no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Christ wants the best. He in the far-off ages</div> +<div class="vind2">Once claimed the firstling of the flock, the finest of the wheat;</div> +<div class="verse">And still he asks his own with gentlest pleading</div> +<div class="vind2">To lay their highest hopes and brightest talents at his feet.</div> +<div class="verse">He'll not forget the feeblest service, humblest love;</div> +<div class="vind2">He only asks that of our stores we give to him the best we have.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">{99}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAISE DEPRECATED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My sins and follies, Lord, by thee</div> +<div class="vind2">From others hidden are,</div> +<div class="verse">That such good words are spoke of me</div> +<div class="vind2">As now and then I hear;</div> +<div class="verse">For sure if others know me such,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such as myself I know,</div> +<div class="verse">I should have been dispraised as much</div> +<div class="vind2">As I am praisèd now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The praise, therefore, which I have heard,</div> +<div class="vind2">Delights not so my mind,</div> +<div class="verse">As those things make my heart afeard</div> +<div class="vind2">Which in myself I find;</div> +<div class="verse">And I had rather to be blamed,</div> +<div class="vind2">So I were blameless made,</div> +<div class="verse">Than for much virtue to be famed</div> +<div class="vind2">When I no virtues had.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though slanders to an innocent</div> +<div class="vind2">Sometimes do bitter grow,</div> +<div class="verse">Their bitterness procures content,</div> +<div class="vind2">If clear himself he know.</div> +<div class="verse">And when a virtuous man hath erred</div> +<div class="vind2">If praised himself he hear,</div> +<div class="verse">It makes him grieve and more afeard</div> +<div class="vind2">Than if he slandered were.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, therefore make my heart upright,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er my deeds do seem;</div> +<div class="verse">And righteous rather in thy sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Than in the world's esteem.</div> +<div class="verse">And if aught good appears to be</div> +<div class="vind2">In any act of mine,</div> +<div class="verse">Let thankfulness be found in me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all the praise be thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Wither (1588-1667).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One part, one little part, we dimly scan,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan,</div> +<div class="vind2">If but that little part incongruous seem.</div> +<div class="verse">Nor is that part, perhaps, what mortals deem,</div> +<div class="verse">Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise.</div> +<div class="vind2">O then renounce that impious self-esteem</div> +<div class="verse">That aims to trace the secrets of the skies;</div> +<div class="verse">For thou art but of dust, be humble and be wise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Beattie.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HUMILITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O humble me! I cannot bide the joy</div> +<div class="vind2">That in my Saviour's presence ever flows;</div> +<div class="verse">May I be lowly, lest it may destroy</div> +<div class="vind2">The peace his childlike spirit ever knows.</div> +<div class="verse">I would not speak thy word, but by thee stand</div> +<div class="vind2">While thou dost to thine erring children speak;</div> +<div class="verse">O help me but to keep his own command,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in my strength to feel me ever weak;</div> +<div class="verse">Then in thy presence shall I humbly stay,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor lose the life of love he came to give;</div> +<div class="verse">And find at last the life, the truth, the way</div> +<div class="vind2">To where with him thy blessed servants live;</div> +<div class="verse">And walk forever in the path of truth—</div> +<div class="verse">A servant, yet a son; a sire and yet a youth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jones Very.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TURN FROM SELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the highest learning,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hardest and the best—</div> +<div class="verse">From self to keep still turning,</div> +<div class="vind2">And honor all the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If one should break the letter,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yea, spirit of command,</div> +<div class="verse">Think not that thou art better;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou may'st not always stand!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We all are weak—but weaker</div> +<div class="vind2">Hold no one than thou art;</div> +<div class="verse">Then, as thou growest meeker,</div> +<div class="vind2">Higher will go thy heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In proud humility a pious man went through the field;</div> +<div class="verse">The ears of corn were bowing in the wind, as if they kneeled;</div> +<div class="verse">He struck them on the head, and modestly began to say,</div> +<div class="verse">"Unto the Lord, not unto me, such honors should you pay."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">{100}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MEEKNESS OF MOSES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Moses, the patriot fierce, became</div> +<div class="vind2">The meekest man on earth,</div> +<div class="verse">To show us how love's quickening flame</div> +<div class="vind2">Can give our souls new birth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Moses, the man of meekest heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lost Canaan by self-will,</div> +<div class="verse">To show, where grace has done its part,</div> +<div class="vind2">How sin defiles us still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou who hast taught me in thy fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet seest me frail at best,</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, grant me loss with Moses here,</div> +<div class="vind2">To gain his future rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Henry Newman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LAUS DEO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let praise devote thy work, and skill employ</div> +<div class="verse">Thy whole mind, and thy heart be lost in joy.</div> +<div class="verse">Well-doing bringeth pride; this constant thought</div> +<div class="verse">Humility, that thy best done is naught.</div> +<div class="verse">Man doeth nothing well, be it great or small,</div> +<div class="verse">Save to praise God; but that hath savèd all.</div> +<div class="verse">For God requires no more than thou hast done,</div> +<div class="verse">And takes thy work to bless it for his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Bridges.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"A commonplace life," we say, and we sigh;</div> +<div class="vind2">But why should we sigh as we say?</div> +<div class="verse">The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes up the commonplace day.</div> +<div class="verse">The moon and the stars are commonplace things,</div> +<div class="verse">And the flower that blooms and the bird that sings,</div> +<div class="verse">But dark were the world and sad our lot</div> +<div class="verse">If the flowers failed and the sun shone not;</div> +<div class="verse">And God, who studies each separate soul</div> +<div class="verse">Out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Humility, that low, sweet root</div> +<div class="verse">From which all heavenly virtues shoot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Moore.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Up and away, like the dew of the morning</div> +<div class="vind2">That soars from the earth to its home in the sun,</div> +<div class="verse">So let me steal away, gently and lovingly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My name, and my place, and my tomb all forgotten,</div> +<div class="vind2">The brief race of time well and patiently run,</div> +<div class="verse">So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Gladly away from this toil would I hasten,</div> +<div class="vind2">Up to the crown that for me has been won;</div> +<div class="verse">Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises;</div> +<div class="vind2">Only remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Up and away, like the odors of sunset,</div> +<div class="vind2">That sweeten the twilight as evening comes on,</div> +<div class="verse">So be my life—a thing felt but not noticed,—</div> +<div class="vind2">And I but remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshness</div> +<div class="vind2">When the flowers that it came from are closed up and gone.</div> +<div class="verse">So would I be to this world's weary dwellers</div> +<div class="vind2">Only remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I need not be missed, if my life has been bearing</div> +<div class="vind2">(As its summer and autumn move silently on)</div> +<div class="verse">The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season;</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall still be remembered by what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Needs there the praise of the love-written record,</div> +<div class="vind2">The name and the epitaph graved on the stone?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">{101}</a></span></div> +<div class="verse">The things we have lived for—let them be our story—</div> +<div class="vind2">We ourselves but remembered by what we have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I need not be missed if another succeed me,</div> +<div class="vind2">To reap down the fields which in spring I have sown;</div> +<div class="verse">He who plowed and who sowed is not missed by the reaper,</div> +<div class="vind2">He is only remembered by what he has done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall pass on to ages—all about me forgotten,</div> +<div class="vind2">Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So let my living be, so be my dying;</div> +<div class="vind2">So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be remembered;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yes, but remembered for what I have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O I could go through all life's troubles singing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Turning earth's night to day,</div> +<div class="verse">If self were not so fast around me clinging,</div> +<div class="vind2">To all I do or say.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord! that I could waste my life for others,</div> +<div class="vind2">With no ends of my own,</div> +<div class="verse">That I could pour myself into my brothers</div> +<div class="vind2">And live for them alone!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Such was the life thou livedst; self-abjuring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine own pains never easing,</div> +<div class="verse">Our burdens bearing, our just doom enduring;</div> +<div class="vind2">A life without self-pleasing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BRINGING OUR SHEAVES WITH US</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The time for toil is past, and night has come—</div> +<div class="vind2">The last and saddest of the harvest eves;</div> +<div class="verse">Worn out with labor, long and wearisome,</div> +<div class="verse">Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each laden with his sheaves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Last of the laborers, thy feet I gain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lord of the harvest! and my spirit grieves</div> +<div class="verse">That I am burdened not so much with grain</div> +<div class="verse">As with a heaviness of heart and brain;</div> +<div class="vind2">Master, behold my sheaves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Few, light, and worthless—yet their trifling weight</div> +<div class="vind2">Through all my frame a weary aching leaves;</div> +<div class="verse">For long I struggled with my hapless fate,</div> +<div class="verse">And stayed and toiled till it was dark and late—</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet these are all my sheaves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Full well I know I have more tares than wheat,</div> +<div class="vind2">Brambles and flowers, dry stalks and withered leaves;</div> +<div class="verse">Wherefore I blush and weep as at thy feet</div> +<div class="verse">I kneel down reverently and repeat,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Master, behold my sheaves!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know these blossoms clustering heavily,</div> +<div class="verse">With evening dew upon their folded leaves,</div> +<div class="verse">Can claim no value or utility—</div> +<div class="verse">Therefore shall fragrancy and beauty be</div> +<div class="vind2">The glory of my sheaves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So do I gather strength and hope anew;</div> +<div class="vind2">For well I know thy patient love perceives</div> +<div class="verse">Not what I did, but what I strove to do,</div> +<div class="verse">And though the full ripe ears be sadly few</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wilt accept my sheaves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Akers.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">{102}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pray not that</div> +<div class="verse">Men tremble at</div> +<div class="verse">My power of place,</div> +<div class="vind2">And lordly sway;</div> +<div class="verse">I only pray for simple grace</div> +<div class="verse">To look my neighbor in the face</div> +<div class="vind2">Full honestly from day to day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thou art blest,</div> +<div class="verse">Then let the sunshine of thy gladness rest</div> +<div class="verse">On the dark edges of each cloud that lies</div> +<div class="verse">Black in thy brother's skies.</div> +<div class="verse">If thou art sad,</div> +<div class="verse">Still be in thy brother's gladness glad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Hamilton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Flower in the crannied wall,</div> +<div class="verse">I pluck you out of the crannies,</div> +<div class="verse">I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,</div> +<div class="verse">Little flower—but if I could understand</div> +<div class="verse">What you are, root and all, and all in all,</div> +<div class="verse">I should know what God and man is.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Praise not thy work, but let thy work praise thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">For deeds, not words, make each man's memory stable.</div> +<div class="verse">If what thou dost is good, its good all men will see;</div> +<div class="vind2">Musk by its smell is known, not by its label.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou art fain to trace a map of thine own heart,</div> +<div class="verse">An undiscovered land set down the largest part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Patient, resigned and humble wills</div> +<div class="verse">Impregnably resist all ills.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Ken.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">He is one to whom</div> +<div class="verse">Long patience hath such mild composure given,</div> +<div class="verse">That patience now doth seem a thing of which</div> +<div class="verse">He hath no need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be not too ready to condemn</div> +<div class="vind2">The wrong thy brothers may have done:</div> +<div class="verse">Ere ye too harshly censure them</div> +<div class="vind2">For human faults, ask, "Have I none?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Cook.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Search thine own heart. What paineth thee</div> +<div class="verse">In others in thyself may be;</div> +<div class="verse">All dust is frail, all flesh is weak;</div> +<div class="verse">Be thou the true man thou dost seek.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through wish, resolve, and act, our will</div> +<div class="verse">Is moved by undreamed forces still;</div> +<div class="verse">And no man measures in advance</div> +<div class="verse">His strength with untried circumstance.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Labor with what zeal we will,</div> +<div class="vind2">Something still remains undone.</div> +<div class="verse">Something uncompleted still</div> +<div class="vind2">Waits the rising of the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the deed that no man knoweth,</div> +<div class="verse">Where no praiseful trumpet bloweth,</div> +<div class="verse">Where he may not reap who soweth,</div> +<div class="vind2">There, Lord, let my heart serve thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O wad some power the giftie gie us</div> +<div class="verse">To see oursels as ithers see us!</div> +<div class="verse">It wad frae mony a blunder free us,</div> +<div class="vind2">An' foolish notion.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Burns.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">{103}</a></span></p> + +<h2>CONTENTMENT</h2> + +<h3>RESIGNATION, PATIENCE, COMPENSATION</h3> + + +<h4>CONTENTMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, I know that all my life</div> +<div class="vind2">Is portioned out for me,</div> +<div class="verse">And the changes that are sure to come</div> +<div class="vind2">I do not fear to see;</div> +<div class="verse">I ask Thee for a patient mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Intent on pleasing thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through constant watching wise,</div> +<div class="verse">To meet the glad with joyful smiles,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wipe the weeping eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">And a heart, at leisure from itself,</div> +<div class="vind2">To soothe and sympathize.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would not have the restless will</div> +<div class="vind2">That hurries to and fro,</div> +<div class="verse">Seeking for some great thing to do,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or secret thing to know;</div> +<div class="verse">I would be treated as a child,</div> +<div class="vind2">And <i>guided</i> where I go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wherever in this world I am,</div> +<div class="vind2">In whatsoe'er estate,</div> +<div class="verse">I have a fellowship with hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">To keep and cultivate,</div> +<div class="verse">And a work of lowly love to do</div> +<div class="vind2">For the Lord on whom I wait.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So I ask Thee for the daily strength—</div> +<div class="vind2">To none that ask denied—</div> +<div class="verse">And a mind to blend with outward life,</div> +<div class="vind2">While keeping at thy side,</div> +<div class="verse">Content to fill a <i>little</i> space,</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou be glorified.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if some things I do not ask</div> +<div class="vind2">In my cup of blessing be,</div> +<div class="verse">I would have my spirit filled the more</div> +<div class="vind2">With grateful love to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">More careful not to serve thee much,</div> +<div class="vind2">But to please thee perfectly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are briers besetting every path,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which call for constant care;</div> +<div class="verse">There is a cross in every lot,</div> +<div class="vind2">And an earnest need for prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is happy everywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In a service which Thy love appoints</div> +<div class="vind2">There are no bonds for me,</div> +<div class="verse">For my secret heart has learned the truth</div> +<div class="vind2">Which makes thy children free,</div> +<div class="verse">And a life of self-renouncing love</div> +<div class="vind2">Is a life of liberty.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TWO PICTURES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An old farm house with meadows wide,</div> +<div class="verse">And sweet with clover on each side;</div> +<div class="verse">A bright-eyed boy, who looks from out</div> +<div class="verse">The door with woodbine wreathed about,</div> +<div class="verse">And wishes his one thought all day:</div> +<div class="verse">"O if I could but fly away!</div> +<div class="verse">From this dull spot the world to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">How happy, happy, happy,</div> +<div class="vind2">How happy I should be!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Amid the city's constant din,</div> +<div class="verse">A man who round the world has been,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, 'mid the tumult and the throng,</div> +<div class="verse">Is thinking, thinking all day long:</div> +<div class="verse">"O could I only tread once more</div> +<div class="verse">The field-path to the farm-house door,</div> +<div class="verse">The old green meadow could I see,</div> +<div class="vind2">How happy, happy, happy,</div> +<div class="vind2">How happy I should be!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Annie Douglas Robinson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free;</div> +<div class="verse">Whom neither hopes deceive nor fears torment,</div> +<div class="verse">But lives in peace, within himself content;</div> +<div class="verse">In thought, or act, accountable to none</div> +<div class="verse">But to himself, and unto God alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry P. F. Lansdowne.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">{104}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONTENT I LIVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My mind to me a kingdom is;</div> +<div class="vind2">Such perfect joy therein I find</div> +<div class="verse">As far exceeds all earthly bliss</div> +<div class="vind2">That God or nature hath assigned:</div> +<div class="verse">Though much I want that most would have,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet still my mind forbids to crave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content I live; this is my stay—</div> +<div class="vind2">I seek no more than may suffice.</div> +<div class="verse">I press to bear no haughty sway;</div> +<div class="vind2">Look, what I lack my mind supplies.</div> +<div class="verse">Lo, thus I triumph like a king,</div> +<div class="verse">Content with what my mind doth bring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I laugh not at another's loss,</div> +<div class="vind2">I grudge not at another's gain;</div> +<div class="verse">No worldly wave my mind can toss;</div> +<div class="vind2">I brook that as another's bane.</div> +<div class="verse">I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend.</div> +<div class="verse">I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My wealth is health and perfect ease;</div> +<div class="vind2">My conscience clear my chief defense;</div> +<div class="verse">I never seek by bribes to please</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor by desert to give offense.</div> +<div class="verse">Thus do I live, thus will I die;</div> +<div class="verse">Would all did so, as well as I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Dyer. Alt. by William Byrd (1540-1625).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUST AS GOD LEADS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just as God leads me I would go;</div> +<div class="vind2">I would not ask to choose my way;</div> +<div class="verse">Content with what he will bestow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Assured he will not let me stray.</div> +<div class="verse">So, as he leads, my path I make,</div> +<div class="verse">And step by step I gladly take—</div> +<div class="vind2">A child, in him confiding.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just as God leads I am content;</div> +<div class="vind2">I rest me calmly in his hands;</div> +<div class="verse">That which he has decreed and sent—</div> +<div class="vind2">That which his will for me commands—</div> +<div class="verse">I would that he should all fulfill,</div> +<div class="verse">That I should do his gracious will</div> +<div class="vind2">In living or in dying.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just as God leads, I all resign;</div> +<div class="vind2">I trust me to my Father's will;</div> +<div class="verse">When reason's rays deceptive shine,</div> +<div class="vind2">His counsel would I yet fulfill;</div> +<div class="verse">That which his love ordained as right</div> +<div class="verse">Before he brought me to the right</div> +<div class="vind2">My all to him resigning.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just as God leads me, I abide</div> +<div class="vind2">In faith, in hope, in suffering true;</div> +<div class="verse">His strength is ever by my side—</div> +<div class="vind2">Can aught my hold on him undo?</div> +<div class="verse">I hold me firm in patience, knowing</div> +<div class="verse">That God my life is still bestowing—</div> +<div class="vind2">The best in kindness sending.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just as God leads I onward go,</div> +<div class="vind2">Out amid thorns and briers keen;</div> +<div class="verse">God does not yet his guidance show—</div> +<div class="vind2">But in the end it shall be seen.</div> +<div class="verse">How, by a loving Father's will,</div> +<div class="verse">Faithful and true, he leads me still.</div> +<div class="vind2">And so my heart is resting.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the German.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SWEET CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou, by long experience tried,</div> +<div class="verse">Near whom no grief can long abide;</div> +<div class="verse">My Lord, how full of sweet content</div> +<div class="verse">I pass my years of banishment!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All scenes alike engaging prove</div> +<div class="verse">To souls impressed with sacred love!</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er they dwell they dwell in Thee</div> +<div class="verse">In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To me remains nor place nor time,</div> +<div class="verse">My country is in every clime;</div> +<div class="verse">I can be calm and free from care</div> +<div class="verse">On any shore, since God is there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While place we seek, or place we shun,</div> +<div class="verse">The soul finds happiness in none;</div> +<div class="verse">But with a God to guide our way</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis equal joy to go or stay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Could I be cast where Thou art not,</div> +<div class="verse">That were indeed a dreadful lot;</div> +<div class="verse">But regions none remote I call,</div> +<div class="verse">Secure of finding God in all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONTENT AND RICH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My conscience is my crown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Contented thoughts my rest;</div> +<div class="verse">My heart is happy in itself,</div> +<div class="vind2">My bliss is in my breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Enough I reckon wealth;</div> +<div class="vind2">A mean, the surest lot;</div> +<div class="verse">That lies too high for base contempt,</div> +<div class="vind2">Too low for envy's shot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My wishes are but few,</div> +<div class="vind2">All easy to fulfill;</div> +<div class="verse">I make the limits of my power</div> +<div class="vind2">The bounds unto my will.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">{105}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I feel no care of coin;</div> +<div class="vind2">Well doing is my wealth;</div> +<div class="verse">My mind to me an empire is,</div> +<div class="vind2">While grace affordeth health.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I clip high-climbing thoughts,</div> +<div class="vind2">The wings of swelling pride;</div> +<div class="verse">Their fall is worst that from the height</div> +<div class="vind2">Of greatest honor slide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Since sails of largest size</div> +<div class="vind2">The storm doth soonest tear,</div> +<div class="verse">I bear so low and small a sail</div> +<div class="vind2">As freeth me from fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wrestle not with rage</div> +<div class="vind2">While fury's flame doth burn;</div> +<div class="verse">It is in vain to stop the stream</div> +<div class="vind2">Until the tide doth turn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when the flame is out,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ebbing wrath doth end,</div> +<div class="verse">I turn a late enragèd foe</div> +<div class="vind2">Into a quiet friend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, taught with often proof,</div> +<div class="vind2">A tempered calm I find</div> +<div class="verse">To be most solace to itself,</div> +<div class="vind2">Best cure for angry mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No change of fortune's calms</div> +<div class="vind2">Can cast my comforts down;</div> +<div class="verse">When Fortune smiles I smile to think</div> +<div class="vind2">How quickly she will frown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when in froward mood</div> +<div class="vind2">She proves an angry foe,</div> +<div class="verse">Small gain I found to let her come,</div> +<div class="vind2">Less loss to let her go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Southwell, 1561-95. +(One of the Jesuit Fathers who were +cruelly executed by Queen Elizabeth.)</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Courage! Spirit brave</div> +<div class="verse">Carry with you to the grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Time in vain distress!</div> +<div class="verse">Work, not worry, brings success.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Hope! who lets her stray</div> +<div class="verse">Goes forlornly all the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Patience, come what will!</div> +<div class="verse">Patience ofttimes outruns skill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Gladness! every hour</div> +<div class="verse">Blooms for you some happy flower.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though be foiled your dearest plan,</div> +<div class="verse">Don't lose Faith in God and man!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A CONTRAST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Two men toiled side by side from sun to sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">And both were poor;</div> +<div class="verse">Both sat with children, when the day was done,</div> +<div class="vind2">About their door.</div> +<div class="verse">One saw the beautiful in crimson cloud</div> +<div class="vind2">And shining moon;</div> +<div class="verse">The other, with his head in sadness bowed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Made night of noon.</div> +<div class="verse">One loved each tree and flower and singing bird,</div> +<div class="vind2">On mount or plain;</div> +<div class="verse">No music in the soul of one was stirred</div> +<div class="vind2">By leaf or rain.</div> +<div class="verse">One saw the good in every fellow-man</div> +<div class="vind2">And hoped the best;</div> +<div class="verse">The other marvelled at his Master's plan,</div> +<div class="vind2">And doubt confessed.</div> +<div class="verse">One, having heaven above and heaven below,</div> +<div class="vind2">Was satisfied;</div> +<div class="verse">The other, discontented, lived in woe,</div> +<div class="vind2">And hopeless died.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHO BIDES HIS TIME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who bides his time, and day by day</div> +<div class="vind2">Faces defeat full patiently,</div> +<div class="verse">And lifts a mirthful roundelay</div> +<div class="vind2">However poor his fortunes be—</div> +<div class="verse">He will not fail in any qualm</div> +<div class="vind2">Of poverty; the paltry dime—</div> +<div class="verse">It will grow golden in his palm</div> +<div class="vind2">Who bides his time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who bides his time—he tastes the sweet</div> +<div class="vind2">Of honey in the saltest tear;</div> +<div class="verse">And though he fares with slowest feet</div> +<div class="vind2">Joy runs to meet him drawing near;</div> +<div class="verse">The birds are heralds of his cause,</div> +<div class="vind2">And like a never-ending rhyme</div> +<div class="verse">The roadsides bloom in his applause</div> +<div class="vind2">Who bides his time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who bides his time, and fevers not</div> +<div class="vind2">In a hot race that none achieves,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall wear cool wreathen laurel, wrought</div> +<div class="vind2">With crimson berries in the leaves;</div> +<div class="verse">And he shall reign a goodly king</div> +<div class="vind2">And sway his hand o'er every clime,</div> +<div class="verse">With peace writ on his signet ring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who bides his time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">{106}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CARELESS CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am content; I do not care;</div> +<div class="vind2">Wag as it will the world for me;</div> +<div class="verse">When Fuss and Fret was all my fare</div> +<div class="vind2">It got no ground, as I could see.</div> +<div class="verse">So when away my caring went</div> +<div class="verse">I counted cost and was content.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With more of thanks and less of thought</div> +<div class="vind2">I strive to make my matters meet;</div> +<div class="verse">To seek, what ancient sages sought,</div> +<div class="vind2">Physic and food in sour and sweet.</div> +<div class="verse">To take what passes in good part,</div> +<div class="verse">And keep the hiccups from the heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With good and gentle-humored hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">I choose to chat, whene'er I come,</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er the subject be that starts;</div> +<div class="vind2">But if I get among the glum</div> +<div class="verse">I hold my tongue, to tell the truth,</div> +<div class="verse">And keep my breath to cool my broth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For chance or change of peace or pain;</div> +<div class="vind2">For fortune's favor or her frown;</div> +<div class="verse">For luck or glut, for loss or gain,</div> +<div class="vind2">I never dodge, nor up nor down:</div> +<div class="verse">But swing what way the ship shall swim,</div> +<div class="verse">Or tack about with equal trim.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I suit not where I shall not speed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor trace the turn of every tide;</div> +<div class="verse">If simple sense will not succeed,</div> +<div class="vind2">I make no bustling, but abide;</div> +<div class="verse">For shining wealth, or scoring woe,</div> +<div class="verse">I force no friend, I fear no foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love my neighbor as myself;</div> +<div class="vind2">Myself like him too, by his leave;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor to his pleasure, power, or pelf</div> +<div class="vind2">Came I to crouch, as I conceive;</div> +<div class="verse">Dame Nature doubtless has designed</div> +<div class="verse">A man the monarch of his mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now taste and try this temper, sirs;</div> +<div class="vind2">Mood it and brood it in your breast;</div> +<div class="verse">Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs,</div> +<div class="vind2">That man does right to mar his rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me be left, and debonair;</div> +<div class="verse">I am content; I do not care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Byrom (1692-1763).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some of your hurts you have cured,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the sharpest you still have survived,</div> +<div class="verse">But what torments of grief you endured</div> +<div class="vind2">From the evils which never arrived.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HAPPY ANY WAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, it belongs not to my care</div> +<div class="vind2">Whether I die or live;</div> +<div class="verse">To love and serve thee is my share,</div> +<div class="vind2">And this thy grace must give.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If life be long, I will be glad</div> +<div class="vind2">That I may long obey;</div> +<div class="verse">If short, yet why should I be sad</div> +<div class="vind2">To soar to endless day?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Christ leads me through no darker rooms</div> +<div class="vind2">Than he went through before;</div> +<div class="verse">He that into God's kingdom comes</div> +<div class="vind2">Must enter by his door.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy blessèd face to see;</div> +<div class="verse">For, if thy work on earth be sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">What will thy glory be?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then I shall end my sad complaints,</div> +<div class="vind2">And weary, sinful days,</div> +<div class="verse">And join with the triumphant saints</div> +<div class="vind2">Who sing Jehovah's praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My knowledge of that life is small;</div> +<div class="vind2">The eye of faith is dim;</div> +<div class="verse">But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I shall be with him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Baxter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE THINGS I MISS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An easy thing, O Power Divine,</div> +<div class="verse">To thank thee for these gifts of thine!</div> +<div class="verse">For summer's sunshine, winter's snow,</div> +<div class="verse">For hearts that kindle, thoughts that glow;</div> +<div class="verse">But when shall I attain to this:</div> +<div class="verse">To thank thee for the things I miss?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For all young fancy's early gleams,</div> +<div class="verse">The dreamed-of joys that still are dreams.</div> +<div class="verse">Hopes unfulfilled, and pleasures known</div> +<div class="verse">Through others' fortunes, not my own,</div> +<div class="verse">And blessings seen that are not given,</div> +<div class="verse">And ne'er will be, this side of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Had I, too, shared the joys I see,</div> +<div class="verse">Would there have been a heaven for me?</div> +<div class="verse">Could I have felt thy presence near</div> +<div class="verse">Had I possessed what I held dear?</div> +<div class="verse">My deepest fortune, highest bliss,</div> +<div class="verse">Have grown, perchance, from things I miss.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">{107}</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sometimes there comes an hour of calm;</div> +<div class="verse">Grief turns to blessing, pain to balm;</div> +<div class="verse">A Power that works above my will</div> +<div class="verse">Still leads me onward, upward still;</div> +<div class="verse">And then my heart attains to this:</div> +<div class="verse">To thank thee for the things I miss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Wentworth Higginson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HERITAGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The rich man's son inherits lands,</div> +<div class="vind2">And piles of brick and stone and gold,</div> +<div class="verse">And he inherits soft, white hands,</div> +<div class="vind2">And tender flesh that fears the cold,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor dares to wear a garment old;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The rich man's son inherits cares;</div> +<div class="vind2">The bank may break, the factory burn,</div> +<div class="verse">A breath may burst his bubble shares,</div> +<div class="vind2">And soft white hands could hardly earn</div> +<div class="vind2">A living that would serve his turn;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The rich man's son inherits wants,</div> +<div class="vind2">His stomach craves for dainty fare;</div> +<div class="verse">With sated heart he hears the pants</div> +<div class="vind2">Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wearies in his easy-chair;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</div> +<div class="vind2">Stout muscles and a sinewy heart;</div> +<div class="verse">A hardy frame, a hardier spirit,</div> +<div class="vind2">King of two hands, he does his part</div> +<div class="vind2">In every useful toil and art;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">A king might wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</div> +<div class="vind2">Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,</div> +<div class="verse">A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content that from employment springs,</div> +<div class="vind2">A heart that in his labor sings;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">A king might wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</div> +<div class="vind2">A patience learned of being poor,</div> +<div class="verse">Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,</div> +<div class="vind2">A fellow-feeling that is sure</div> +<div class="vind2">To make the outcast bless his door;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">A king might wish to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O rich man's son! there is a toil</div> +<div class="vind2">That with all others level stands;</div> +<div class="verse">Large charity doth never soil,</div> +<div class="vind2">But only whiten soft, white hands;</div> +<div class="vind2">This is the best crop from thy lands,</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Worth being rich to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O poor man's son! scorn not thy state;</div> +<div class="vind2">There is worse weariness than thine</div> +<div class="verse">In merely being rich and great;</div> +<div class="vind2">Toil only gives the soul to shine,</div> +<div class="vind2">And makes rest fragrant and benign;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Worth being poor to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Both, heirs to some six feet of sod,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are equal in the earth at last;</div> +<div class="verse">Both, children of the same dear God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Prove title to your heirship vast</div> +<div class="vind2">By record of a well-filled past;</div> +<div class="verse">A heritage, it seems to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Well worth a life to hold in fee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I AM CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am content. In trumpet tones</div> +<div class="vind2">My song let people know;</div> +<div class="verse">And many a mighty man with thrones</div> +<div class="vind2">And scepter is not so.</div> +<div class="verse">And if he is I joyful cry,</div> +<div class="verse">Why, then he's just the same as I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My motto is—Content with this;</div> +<div class="vind2">Gold—place—I prize not such.</div> +<div class="verse">That which I have my measure is:</div> +<div class="vind2">Wise men desire not much.</div> +<div class="verse">Men wish and wish, and have their will,</div> +<div class="verse">And wish again as hungry still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And gold and honor are besides</div> +<div class="vind2">A very brittle glass;</div> +<div class="verse">And time, in his unresting tides</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes all things change and pass:</div> +<div class="verse">Turns riches to a beggar's dole;</div> +<div class="verse">Sets glory's race an infant's goal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be noble—that is more than wealth;</div> +<div class="vind2">Do right—that's more than place;</div> +<div class="verse">Then in the spirit there is health</div> +<div class="vind2">And gladness in the face:</div> +<div class="verse">Then thou art with thyself at one</div> +<div class="verse">And, no man hating, fearest none.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">{108}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MADAME LOFTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mrs. Lofty keeps a carriage,</div> +<div class="vind6">So do I;</div> +<div class="verse">She has dappled grays to draw it,</div> +<div class="vind6">None have I.</div> +<div class="verse">She's no prouder of her coachman</div> +<div class="vind6">Than am I</div> +<div class="verse">With my blue-eyed laughing baby</div> +<div class="vind6">Trundling by.</div> +<div class="verse">I hide his face, lest she should see</div> +<div class="verse">The cherub boy and envy me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Her fine husband has white fingers,</div> +<div class="vind6">Mine has not;</div> +<div class="verse">He can give his bride a palace,</div> +<div class="vind6">Mine a cot.</div> +<div class="verse">Hers comes home beneath the starlight,</div> +<div class="vind6">Ne'er cares she;</div> +<div class="verse">Mine comes in the purple twilight,</div> +<div class="vind6">Kisses me,</div> +<div class="verse">And prays that He who turns life's sands</div> +<div class="verse">Will hold his loved ones in his hands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mrs. Lofty has her jewels,</div> +<div class="vind6">So have I;</div> +<div class="verse">She wears hers upon her bosom,</div> +<div class="vind6">Inside I.</div> +<div class="verse">She will leave hers at Death's portals,</div> +<div class="vind6">By and by;</div> +<div class="verse">I shall bear the treasures with me</div> +<div class="vind6">When I die—</div> +<div class="verse">For I have love, and she has gold;</div> +<div class="verse">She counts her wealth, mine can't be told.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She has those who love her station,</div> +<div class="vind6">None have I,</div> +<div class="verse">But I've one true heart beside me;</div> +<div class="vind6">Glad am I;</div> +<div class="verse">I'd not change it for a kingdom,</div> +<div class="vind6">No, not I;</div> +<div class="verse">God will weigh it in a balance,</div> +<div class="vind6">By and by;</div> +<div class="verse">And then the difference he'll define</div> +<div class="verse">'Twixt Mrs. Lofty's wealth and mine.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So long as life's hope-sparkle glows, 'tis good;</div> +<div class="verse">When death delivers from life's woes, 'tis good.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh praise the Lord who makes all good, and will;</div> +<div class="verse">Whether he life or death bestows, 'tis good.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE WIND THAT BLOWS, THAT WIND IS BEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whichever way the wind doth blow,</div> +<div class="verse">Some heart is glad to have it so;</div> +<div class="verse">Then blow it east or blow it west,</div> +<div class="verse">The wind that blows, that wind is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My little craft sails not alone;</div> +<div class="verse">A thousand fleet from every zone</div> +<div class="verse">Are out upon a thousand seas;</div> +<div class="verse">And what for me were favoring breeze</div> +<div class="verse">Might dash another with the shock</div> +<div class="verse">Of doom upon some hidden rock.</div> +<div class="verse">And so I do not dare to pray</div> +<div class="verse">For winds to waft me on my way;</div> +<div class="verse">But leave it to a Higher Will</div> +<div class="verse">To stay or speed me, trusting still</div> +<div class="verse">That ill is well, and sure that He</div> +<div class="verse">Who launched my bark will sail with me</div> +<div class="verse">Through storm and calm, and will not fail,</div> +<div class="verse">Whatever breezes may prevail,</div> +<div class="verse">To land me, every peril past,</div> +<div class="verse">Within his sheltering heaven at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,</div> +<div class="verse">My heart is glad to have it so;</div> +<div class="verse">And, blow it east or blow it west,</div> +<div class="verse">The wind that blows, that wind is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DIFFERENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some murmur, when their sky is clear</div> +<div class="vind2">And wholly bright to view,</div> +<div class="verse">If one small speck of dark appear</div> +<div class="vind2">In their great heaven of blue.</div> +<div class="verse">And some with thankful love are filled</div> +<div class="vind2">If but one streak of light,</div> +<div class="verse">One ray of God's good mercy, gild</div> +<div class="vind2">The darkness of their night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In palaces are hearts that ask,</div> +<div class="vind2">In discontent and pride,</div> +<div class="verse">Why life is such a dreary task</div> +<div class="vind2">And all things good denied.</div> +<div class="verse">Yet hearts in poorest huts admire</div> +<div class="vind2">How love has in their aid</div> +<div class="verse">(Love that not ever seems to tire)</div> +<div class="vind2">Such rich provision made.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give what Thou canst; without thee we are poor;</div> +<div class="verse">And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">{109}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RICHES AND POWER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Cleon has a million acres,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ne'er a one have I;</div> +<div class="verse">Cleon dwelleth in a palace,</div> +<div class="vind2">In a cottage I.</div> +<div class="verse">Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not a penny I;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet the poorer of the twain is</div> +<div class="vind2">Cleon, and not I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Cleon, true, possesseth acres,</div> +<div class="vind2">But the landscape I;</div> +<div class="verse">Half the charms to me it yieldeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Money cannot buy.</div> +<div class="verse">Cleon harbors sloth and dullness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Freshening vigor I;</div> +<div class="verse">He in velvet, I in fustian,</div> +<div class="vind2">Richer man am I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Cleon is a slave to grandeur,</div> +<div class="vind2">Free as thought am I;</div> +<div class="verse">Cleon fees a score of doctors,</div> +<div class="vind2">Need of none have I.</div> +<div class="verse">Wealth-surrounded, care-environed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cleon fears to die.</div> +<div class="verse">Death may come, he'll find me ready.</div> +<div class="vind2">Happier man am I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Cleon sees no charm in nature,</div> +<div class="vind2">In a daisy I;</div> +<div class="verse">Cleon hears no anthem ringing</div> +<div class="vind2">In the sea and sky;</div> +<div class="verse">Nature sings to me forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">Earnest listener I!</div> +<div class="verse">State for state, with all attendants,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who would change? Not I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ENOUGH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am so weak, dear Lord, I cannot stand</div> +<div class="vind2">One moment without thee;</div> +<div class="verse">But oh, the tenderness of thine enfolding,</div> +<div class="verse">And oh, the faithfulness of thine upholding,</div> +<div class="verse">And oh, the strength of thy right hand!</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>That strength</i> is enough for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am so needy, Lord, and yet I know</div> +<div class="vind2">All fullness dwells in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">And hour by hour that never-failing treasure</div> +<div class="verse">Supplies and fills in overflowing measure,</div> +<div class="verse">My last, my greatest need. And so</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Thy grace</i> is enough for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is so sweet to trust <span class="smcap">thy word</span> alone!</div> +<div class="vind2">I do not ask to see</div> +<div class="verse">The unveiling of thy purpose, or the shining</div> +<div class="verse">Of future light or mysteries untwining;</div> +<div class="verse">The promise-roll is all my own,</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Thy word</i> is enough for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The human heart asks love. But now I know</div> +<div class="vind2">That my heart hath from Thee</div> +<div class="verse">All real, and full, and marvelous affection</div> +<div class="verse">So near, so human! yet Divine perfection</div> +<div class="verse">Thrills gloriously the mighty glow!</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Thy love</i> is enough for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There were strange soul depths, restless, vast and broad</div> +<div class="vind2">Unfathomed as the sea.</div> +<div class="verse">An infinite craving for some infinite stilling;</div> +<div class="verse">But now Thy perfect love is perfect filling!</div> +<div class="verse">Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou, thou art enough for me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FULLY CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not, and I would not know,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content, I leave it all with Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis ever best it should be so;</div> +<div class="vind2">As thou wilt have it let it be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But this I know: that every day</div> +<div class="vind2">And every step for me is planned;</div> +<div class="verse">I surely cannot lose the Way</div> +<div class="vind2">While He is holding fast my hand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And surely, whatsoe'er betide,</div> +<div class="vind2">I never shall be left alone:</div> +<div class="verse">Thou standest ever by my side;</div> +<div class="vind2">To thee my future all is known.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And wheresoe'er my lot may fall</div> +<div class="vind2">The way before is marked by Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">The windings of my life are all</div> +<div class="vind2">Unfoldings of thy Love to me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter will it be, O mortal man, when thou art dying,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether upon a throne or on the bare earth thou art lying?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">{110}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONTENT WITH ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content that God's decree</div> +<div class="verse">Should order all for thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Content with sickness or with health—</div> +<div class="verse">Content with poverty or wealth—</div> +<div class="verse">Content to walk in humble guise,</div> +<div class="verse">And as He wills it sink or rise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content to live alone</div> +<div class="verse">And call no place thine own.</div> +<div class="verse">No sweet reunions day by day.</div> +<div class="verse">Thy kindred spirits far away.</div> +<div class="verse">And, since God wills to have it so,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wouldst not change for weal or woe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content that others rise</div> +<div class="verse">Before thy very eyes.</div> +<div class="verse">How bright their lot and portion here!</div> +<div class="verse">Wealth fills their coffers—friends are near.</div> +<div class="verse">Behold their mansions tall and fair!</div> +<div class="verse">The timbrel and the dance are there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content to toil or rest—</div> +<div class="verse">God's peace within thy breast—</div> +<div class="verse">To feel thy times are in His hand</div> +<div class="verse">Who holds all worlds in his command—</div> +<div class="verse">Thy time to laugh—thy time to sigh—</div> +<div class="verse">Thy time to live—thy time to die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And is it so indeed</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art with God agreed?</div> +<div class="verse">Content 'mid all the ills of life?</div> +<div class="verse">Farewell, then, sorrow, pain and strife!</div> +<div class="verse">Such high content is heaven begun.</div> +<div class="verse">The battle's fought, the victory won!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Ann W. Cook.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BLESSED LESSON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have I learned, in whatsoever</div> +<div class="vind2">State to be content?</div> +<div class="verse">Have I learned this blessed lesson</div> +<div class="vind2">By my Master sent—</div> +<div class="verse">And with joyous acquiescence</div> +<div class="vind2">Do I greet His will</div> +<div class="verse">Even when my own is thwarted</div> +<div class="vind2">And my hands lie still?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Surely it is best and sweetest</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus to have Him choose,</div> +<div class="verse">Even though some work I've taken</div> +<div class="vind2">By this choice I lose.</div> +<div class="verse">Folded hands need not be idle—</div> +<div class="vind2">Fold them but in prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Other souls may toil far better</div> +<div class="vind2">For God's answer there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They that "reap" receive their "wages,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Those who "work" their "crown,"</div> +<div class="verse">Those who pray throughout the ages</div> +<div class="vind2">Bring blest answers down;</div> +<div class="verse">In "whatever state" abiding</div> +<div class="vind2">Till the Master call,</div> +<div class="verse">They at eventide will find Him</div> +<div class="vind2">Glorified in all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though I can do so little</div> +<div class="vind2">For my Lord and King,</div> +<div class="verse">At His feet I sit and listen,</div> +<div class="vind2">At His feet I sing.</div> +<div class="verse">And, whatever my condition,</div> +<div class="vind2">All in love is meant;</div> +<div class="verse">Sing, my soul, thy recognition,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sing, and be content!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Led by kindlier hand than ours,</div> +<div class="vind2">We journey through this earthly scene,</div> +<div class="verse">And should not, in our weary hours,</div> +<div class="vind2">Turn to regret what might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And yet these hearts, when torn by pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or wrung by disappointment keen,</div> +<div class="verse">Will seek relief from present cares</div> +<div class="vind2">In thoughts of joys that might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But let us still these wishes vain;</div> +<div class="vind2">We know not that of which we dream.</div> +<div class="verse">Our lives might have been sadder yet</div> +<div class="vind2">God only knows what might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forgive us, Lord, our little faith;</div> +<div class="vind2">And help us all, from morn to e'en,</div> +<div class="verse">Still to believe that lot were best</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is—not that which might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And grant we may so pass the days</div> +<div class="vind2">The cradle and the grave between,</div> +<div class="verse">That death's dark hour not darker be</div> +<div class="vind2">For thoughts of what life might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Z. Gray.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hushing every muttered murmur,</div> +<div class="verse">Let your fortitude the firmer</div> +<div class="vind2">Gird your soul with strength.</div> +<div class="verse">While, no treason near her lurking,</div> +<div class="verse">Patience in her perfect working,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be Queen at length.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">{111}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou content; be still before</div> +<div class="vind2">His face at whose right hand doth reign</div> +<div class="verse">Fullness of joy for evermore,</div> +<div class="vind2">Without whom all thy toil is vain;</div> +<div class="verse">He is thy living spring, thy sun, whose rays</div> +<div class="verse">Make glad with life and light thy dreary days.</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou content.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In him is comfort, light, and grace,</div> +<div class="vind2">And changeless love beyond our thought;</div> +<div class="verse">The sorest pang, the worst disgrace,</div> +<div class="vind2">If he is there, shall harm thee not.</div> +<div class="verse">He can lift off thy cross and loose thy bands,</div> +<div class="verse">And calm thy fears; nay, death is in His hands.</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou content.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Or art thou friendless and alone—</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast none in whom thou canst confide?</div> +<div class="verse">God careth for thee, lonely one—</div> +<div class="vind2">Comfort and help he will provide.</div> +<div class="verse">He sees thy sorrows, and thy hidden grief,</div> +<div class="verse">He knoweth when to send thee quick relief;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou content.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy heart's unspoken pain he knows,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy secret sighs he hears full well;</div> +<div class="verse">What to none else thou darest disclose</div> +<div class="vind2">To him thou mayest with boldness tell.</div> +<div class="verse">He is not far away, but ever nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">And answereth willingly the poor man's cry:</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou content.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MANNA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Twas in the night the manna fell</div> +<div class="verse">That fed the hosts of Israel.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Enough for each day's fullest store</div> +<div class="verse">And largest need; enough, no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For willful waste, for prideful show,</div> +<div class="verse">God sent not angels' food below.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still in our nights of deep distress</div> +<div class="verse">The manna falls our heart to bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, famished, as we cry for bread,</div> +<div class="verse">With heavenly food our lives are fed,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And each day's need finds each day's store</div> +<div class="verse">Enough. Dear Lord, what want we more!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BLESSINGS NEAR AT HAND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We look too far for blessings;</div> +<div class="vind2">We seek too far for joys;</div> +<div class="verse">We ought to be like children</div> +<div class="vind2">Who find their chiefest toys</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ofttimes in nearest attic,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or in some dingy lane—</div> +<div class="verse">Their aprons full of weeds or flowers</div> +<div class="vind2">Gathered in sun or rain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Within the plainest cottage</div> +<div class="vind2">Unselfish love may grow;</div> +<div class="verse">The sweetest, the divinest gift,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which mortals ever know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We ought to count our joys, not woes;</div> +<div class="vind2">Meet care with winsome grace;</div> +<div class="verse">For discontent plows furrows</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the loveliest face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hope, freedom, sunlight, knowledge,</div> +<div class="vind2">Come not to wealth alone;</div> +<div class="verse">He who looks far for blessings</div> +<div class="vind2">Will overlook his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I WOULDN'T</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A sprig of mint by the wayward brook,</div> +<div class="vind2">A nibble of birch in the wood,</div> +<div class="verse">A summer day, and love, and a book,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I wouldn't be a king if I could.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The way to make thy son rich is to fill</div> +<div class="vind2">His mind with rest before his trunk with riches:</div> +<div class="verse">For wealth without contentment climbs a hill</div> +<div class="verse">To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">{112}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE JEWEL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy,</div> +<div class="vind2">No chemic art can counterfeit;</div> +<div class="verse">It makes men rich in greatest poverty,</div> +<div class="verse">Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold,</div> +<div class="verse">The homely whistle to sweet music's strain;</div> +<div class="verse">Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent,</div> +<div class="verse">That much in little, all in naught—Content.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FINDING CONTENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I could not find the little maid Content,</div> +<div class="vind2">So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide;</div> +<div class="vind2">But not where Pleasure each new fancy tried,</div> +<div class="verse">Heading the maze of rioting merriment,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor where, with restless eyes and bow half bent,</div> +<div class="vind2">Love in the brake of sweetbriar smiled and sighed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor yet where Fame towered, crowned and glorified,</div> +<div class="verse">Found I her face, nor wheresoe'er I went.</div> +<div class="verse">So homeward back I crawled, like wounded bird,</div> +<div class="vind2">When lo! Content sate spinning at my door;</div> +<div class="vind2">And when I asked her where she was before—</div> +<div class="verse">"Here all the time," she said; "I never stirred;</div> +<div class="vind2">Too eager in thy search, you passed me o'er,</div> +<div class="verse">And, though I called you, neither saw nor heard."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Austin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DAILY STRENGTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Day by day the manna fell;</div> +<div class="verse">O to learn this lesson well;</div> +<div class="verse">Still by constant mercy fed,</div> +<div class="verse">Give me, Lord, my daily bread.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Day by day," the promise reads;</div> +<div class="verse">Daily strength for daily needs;</div> +<div class="verse">Cast foreboding fears away;</div> +<div class="verse">Take the manna of to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, my times are in thy hand.</div> +<div class="verse">All my sanguine hopes have planned</div> +<div class="verse">To thy wisdom I resign,</div> +<div class="verse">And would make thy purpose thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou my daily task shalt give;</div> +<div class="verse">Day by day to Thee I live;</div> +<div class="verse">So shall added years fulfill</div> +<div class="verse">Not my own—my Father's will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fond ambition, whisper not;</div> +<div class="verse">Happy is my humble lot;</div> +<div class="verse">Anxious, busy cares away;</div> +<div class="verse">I'm provided for to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O to live exempt from care</div> +<div class="verse">By the energy of prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Strong in faith, with mind subdued,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet elate with gratitude.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josiah Conder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD IS ENOUGH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God is enough! thou, who in hope and fear</div> +<div class="vind2">Toilest through desert sands of life, sore tried,</div> +<div class="verse">Climb, trustful, over death's black ridge, for near</div> +<div class="vind2">The bright wells shine; thou wilt be satisfied.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God doth suffice! O thou, the patient one,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who puttest faith in him, and none beside,</div> +<div class="verse">Bear yet thy load; under the setting sun</div> +<div class="vind2">The glad tents gleam; thou wilt be satisfied</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By God's gold Afternoon! peace ye shall have;</div> +<div class="vind2">Man is in loss except he live aright,</div> +<div class="verse">And help his fellow to be firm and brave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Faithful and patient; then the restful night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold, from the Arabian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TRULY RICH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They're richer who diminish their desires,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though their possessions be not amplified,</div> +<div class="verse">Than monarchs, who in owning large empires,</div> +<div class="vind2">Have minds that never will be satisfied.</div> +<div class="verse">For he is poor who wants what he would have,</div> +<div class="verse">And rich who, having naught, doth nothing crave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—T. Urchard.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">{113}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY ALLOTMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident,</div> +<div class="verse">It is the very place God meant for thee;</div> +<div class="verse">And shouldst thou there small scope for action see</div> +<div class="verse">Do not for this give room to discontent,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor let the time thou owest God be spent</div> +<div class="verse">In idle dreaming how thou mightest be,</div> +<div class="verse">In what concerns thy spiritual life, more free</div> +<div class="verse">From outward hindrance or impediment.</div> +<div class="verse">For presently this hindrance thou shalt find</div> +<div class="verse">That without which all goodness were a task</div> +<div class="verse">So slight that virtue never could grow strong;</div> +<div class="verse">And wouldst thou do one duty to His mind—</div> +<div class="verse">The Imposer's—over-burdened thou shalt ask,</div> +<div class="verse">And own thy need of, grace to help ere long.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HAPPIEST HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who drives the horses of the sun</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall lord it but a day;</div> +<div class="verse">Better the lowly deed were done,</div> +<div class="vind2">And kept the humble way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The rust will find the sword of fame,</div> +<div class="vind2">The dust will hide the crown;</div> +<div class="verse">Aye, none shall nail so high his name</div> +<div class="vind2">Time will not tear it down.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The happiest heart that ever beat</div> +<div class="vind2">Was in some quiet breast</div> +<div class="verse">That found the common daylight sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">And left to Heaven the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WELCOME THE SHADOWS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Welcome the shadows; where they blackest are</div> +<div class="vind2">Burns through the bright supernal hour;</div> +<div class="verse">From blindness of wide dark looks out the star,</div> +<div class="vind2">From all death's night the April flower.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For beauty and for gladness of the days</div> +<div class="vind2">Bring but the meed of trust;</div> +<div class="verse">The April grass looks up from barren ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">The daisy from the dust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When of this flurry thou shalt have thy fill,</div> +<div class="vind2">The thing thou seekest, it will seek thee then:</div> +<div class="verse">The heavens repeat themselves in waters still</div> +<div class="vind2">And in the faces of contented men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DAILY COURSE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">New every morning is the love</div> +<div class="verse">Our wakening and uprising prove;</div> +<div class="verse">Through sleep and darkness safely brought,</div> +<div class="verse">Restored to life, and power, and thought.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">New mercies each returning day</div> +<div class="verse">Hover around us while we pray;</div> +<div class="verse">New perils past, new sins forgiven,</div> +<div class="verse">New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If on our daily course our mind</div> +<div class="verse">Be set to hallow all we find,</div> +<div class="verse">New treasures still, of countless price,</div> +<div class="verse">God will provide for sacrifice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be</div> +<div class="verse">As more of heaven in each we see;</div> +<div class="verse">Some softening gleam of love and prayer</div> +<div class="verse">Shall dawn on every cross and care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We need not bid, for cloistered cell,</div> +<div class="verse">Our neighbor and our work farewell,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor strive to wind ourselves too high</div> +<div class="verse">For sinful man beneath the sky.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The trivial round, the common task,</div> +<div class="verse">Will furnish all we ought to ask:</div> +<div class="verse">Room to deny ourselves a road</div> +<div class="verse">To bring us daily nearer God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Seek we no more; content with these,</div> +<div class="verse">Let present rapture, comfort, ease,</div> +<div class="verse">As Heaven shall bid them, come and go;</div> +<div class="verse">The secret, this, of rest below.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only, O Lord, in thy dear love</div> +<div class="verse">Fit us for perfect rest above;</div> +<div class="verse">And help us this and every day,</div> +<div class="verse">To live more nearly as we pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">{114}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD ENOUGH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let nothing disturb thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing affright thee;</div> +<div class="verse">All things are passing;</div> +<div class="verse">God never changeth;</div> +<div class="verse">Patient endurance</div> +<div class="verse">Attaineth to all things;</div> +<div class="verse">Who God possesseth</div> +<div class="verse">In nothing is wanting;</div> +<div class="verse">Alone God sufficeth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—St. Teresa, tr. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE GOLDEN MEAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He that holds fast the golden mean</div> +<div class="verse">And lives contentedly between</div> +<div class="vind2">The little and the great,</div> +<div class="verse">Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door,</div> +<div class="vind2">Embittering all his state.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WITHOUT AND WITHIN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If every man's internal care</div> +<div class="vind2">Were written on his brow,</div> +<div class="verse">How many would our pity share</div> +<div class="vind2">Who raise our envy now?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The fatal secret, when revealed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of every aching breast,</div> +<div class="verse">Would prove that only while concealed</div> +<div class="vind2">Their lot appeared the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Pietro Metastasio.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us be content in work</div> +<div class="verse">To do the thing we can, and not presume</div> +<div class="verse">To fret because it's little.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If none were sick and none were sad,</div> +<div class="vind2">What service could we render?</div> +<div class="verse">I think if <i>we</i> were always glad,</div> +<div class="vind2">We scarcely could be tender.</div> +<div class="verse">If sorrow never claimed our heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every wish were granted,</div> +<div class="verse">Patience would die and hope depart—</div> +<div class="vind2">Life would be disenchanted.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A pilgrim, bound to Mecca, quite away his sandals wore,</div> +<div class="verse">And on the desert's blistering sand his feet grew very sore.</div> +<div class="verse">"To let me suffer thus, great Allah, is not kind nor just,</div> +<div class="verse">While in thine service I confront the painful heat and dust."</div> +<div class="verse">He murmured in complaining tone; and in this temper came</div> +<div class="verse">To where, around the Kaaba, pilgrims knelt of every name;</div> +<div class="verse">And there he saw, while pity and remorse his bosom beat,</div> +<div class="verse">A pilgrim who not only wanted shoes, but <i>feet</i>.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian, tr. by William Rounseville Alger.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;</div> +<div class="verse">Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy fate is the common fate of all,</div> +<div class="verse">Into each life some rain must fall,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some days must be dark and dreary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day is all that we need,</div> +<div class="vind2">As there never will be a to-morrow;</div> +<div class="verse">For to-morrow will prove but another to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">With its measure of joy or of sorrow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't think your lot the worst because</div> +<div class="vind2">Some griefs your joy assail;</div> +<div class="verse">There aren't so very many saws</div> +<div class="vind2">That never strike a nail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When it drizzles and drizzles,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we cheerfully smile,</div> +<div class="verse">We can make the weather,</div> +<div class="verse">By working together,</div> +<div class="vind2">As fair as we choose in a little while.</div> +<div class="verse">For who will notice that clouds are drear</div> +<div class="verse">If pleasant faces are always near,</div> +<div class="verse">And who will remember that skies are gray</div> +<div class="verse">If he carries a happy heart all day?</div> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">{115}</a></span></p> + +<h2>ASPIRATION</h2> + +<h3>DESIRE, SUPPLICATION, GROWTH</h3> + + +<h4>GRADATIM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heaven is not reached by a single bound;</div> +<div class="verse">But we build the ladder by which we rise</div> +<div class="verse">From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,</div> +<div class="verse">And we mount to its summit round by round.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I count this thing to be grandly true:</div> +<div class="verse">That the noble deed is a step toward God,</div> +<div class="verse">Lifting the soul from the common clod</div> +<div class="verse">To a purer air and a broader view.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We rise by the things that are under feet;</div> +<div class="verse">By what we have mastered of good and gain,</div> +<div class="verse">By the pride deposed and the passion slain,</div> +<div class="verse">And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust,</div> +<div class="verse">When the morning calls us to life and light;</div> +<div class="verse">But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night</div> +<div class="verse">Our lives are treading the sordid dust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray,</div> +<div class="verse">And we think that we mount the air on wings,</div> +<div class="verse">Beyond the recall of sensual things,</div> +<div class="verse">While our feet still cling to the heavy clay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wings for the angels, but feet for men!</div> +<div class="verse">We may borrow the wings to find the way;</div> +<div class="verse">We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray;</div> +<div class="verse">But our feet must rise, or we fall again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only in dreams is a ladder thrown</div> +<div class="verse">From the weary earth to the sapphire walls,</div> +<div class="verse">But the dreams depart, and the vision falls,</div> +<div class="verse">And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heaven is not reached at a single bound;</div> +<div class="verse">But we build the ladder by which we rise</div> +<div class="verse">From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,</div> +<div class="verse">And we mount to its summit round by round.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josiah Gilbert Holland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MORE AND MORE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Purer yet and purer</div> +<div class="vind2">I would be in mind,</div> +<div class="verse">Dearer yet and dearer</div> +<div class="vind2">Every duty find;</div> +<div class="verse">Hoping still and trusting</div> +<div class="vind2">God without a fear,</div> +<div class="verse">Patiently believing</div> +<div class="vind2">He will make it clear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calmer yet and calmer</div> +<div class="vind2">Trials bear and pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Surer yet and surer</div> +<div class="vind2">Peace at last to gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Suffering still and doing,</div> +<div class="vind2">To his will resigned,</div> +<div class="verse">And to God subduing</div> +<div class="vind2">Heart and will and mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Higher yet and higher</div> +<div class="vind2">Out of clouds and night,</div> +<div class="verse">Nearer yet and nearer</div> +<div class="vind2">Rising to the light—</div> +<div class="verse">Light serene and holy—</div> +<div class="vind2">Where my soul may rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Purified and lowly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sanctified and blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann W. von Goethe.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">{116}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the ship of pearl which, poets feign,</div> +<div class="vind6">Sails the unshadowed main,—</div> +<div class="vind6">The venturous bark that flings</div> +<div class="verse">On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings</div> +<div class="verse">In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings</div> +<div class="vind6">And coral reefs lie bare,</div> +<div class="verse">Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;</div> +<div class="vind6">Wrecked is the ship of pearl!</div> +<div class="vind6">And every chambered cell,</div> +<div class="verse">Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,</div> +<div class="verse">As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,</div> +<div class="vind6">Before thee lies revealed—</div> +<div class="verse">Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Year after year beheld the silent toil</div> +<div class="vind6">That spread his lustrous coil;</div> +<div class="vind6">Still, as the spiral grew,</div> +<div class="verse">He left the last year's dwelling for the new,</div> +<div class="verse">Stole with soft step its shining archway through,</div> +<div class="vind6">Built up its idle door,</div> +<div class="verse">Stretched in its last-found home, and knew the old no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">Child of the wandering sea,</div> +<div class="vind6">Cast from her lap, forlorn!</div> +<div class="verse">From thy dead lips a clearer note is born</div> +<div class="verse">Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn;</div> +<div class="vind6">While on my ear it rings,</div> +<div class="verse">Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul!</div> +<div class="vind6">As the swift seasons roll!</div> +<div class="vind6">Leave thy low-vaulted past!</div> +<div class="verse">Let each new temple, nobler than the last,</div> +<div class="verse">Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast</div> +<div class="vind6">Till thou at length art free,</div> +<div class="verse">Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Wendell Holmes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WALKING WITH JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Saviour, on the Word of Truth</div> +<div class="vind2">In earnest hope I live,</div> +<div class="verse">I ask for all the precious things</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy boundless love can give.</div> +<div class="verse">I look for many a lesser light</div> +<div class="vind2">About my path to shine;</div> +<div class="verse">But chiefly long to walk with thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And only trust in thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest that I am not blest</div> +<div class="vind2">As Thou would'st have me be</div> +<div class="verse">Till all the peace and joy of faith</div> +<div class="vind2">Possess my soul in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">And still I seek 'mid many fears,</div> +<div class="vind2">With yearnings unexpressed,</div> +<div class="verse">The comfort of thy strengthening love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy soothing, settling rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not as Thou wilt with me</div> +<div class="vind2">Till, humbled in the dust,</div> +<div class="verse">I know no place in all my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherein to put my trust:</div> +<div class="verse">Until I find, O Lord! in thee—</div> +<div class="vind2">The lowly and the meek—</div> +<div class="verse">That fullness which thy own redeemed</div> +<div class="vind2">Go nowhere else to seek.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, O my Saviour! on my soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cast down but not dismayed,</div> +<div class="verse">Still be thy chastening healing hand</div> +<div class="vind2">In tender mercy laid:</div> +<div class="verse">And while I wait for all thy joys</div> +<div class="vind2">My yearning heart to fill,</div> +<div class="verse">Teach me to walk and work with thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And at thy feet sit still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PRAYER TO THE GOD OF NATURE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the roadside weed,</div> +<div class="verse">Grant I may humbly serve the humblest need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the scarlet rose,</div> +<div class="verse">Give me the beauty that Thy love bestows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the hairy bee,</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to suck deep joys from all I see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the spider's lace,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me, from mine own heart, unwind such grace.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">{117}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the lily's cup,</div> +<div class="verse">Fill me! I hold this empty chalice up.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the sea-gull's wing,</div> +<div class="verse">Bear me above each dark and turbulent thing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the watchful owl,</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to see at midnight, like this fowl.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the antelope,</div> +<div class="verse">Teach me to scale the highest crags of Hope.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the eagle's nest,</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, let me make my eyrie near thy breast!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the burrowing mole,</div> +<div class="verse">Let cold earth have no terrors for my soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the chrysalis,</div> +<div class="verse">Grant that my grave may be a cell of bliss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of the butterfly,</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to vanquish Death, although I die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>O JESUS CHRIST, GROW THOU IN ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus Christ, grow thou in me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all things else recede!</div> +<div class="verse">My heart be daily nearer thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">From sin be daily freed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Each day let Thy supporting might</div> +<div class="vind2">My weakness still embrace;</div> +<div class="verse">My darkness vanish in thy light,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy life my death efface.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In thy bright beams which on me fall</div> +<div class="vind2">Fade every evil thought;</div> +<div class="verse">That I am nothing, Thou art all,</div> +<div class="vind2">I would be daily taught.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More of thy glory let me see,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou holy, wise and true,</div> +<div class="verse">I would thy living image be,</div> +<div class="vind2">In joy and sorrow too.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fill me with gladness from above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hold me by strength divine;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, let the glow of thy great love</div> +<div class="vind2">Through my whole being shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make this poor self grow less and less;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be Thou my life and aim;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, make me daily through thy grace</div> +<div class="vind2">More meet to bear thy name!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let faith in Thee and in thy might</div> +<div class="vind2">My every motive move;</div> +<div class="verse">Be thou alone my soul's delight,</div> +<div class="vind2">My passion and my love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry B. Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DAY BY DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Looking upward every day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sunshine on our faces,</div> +<div class="verse">Pressing onward every day</div> +<div class="vind2">Toward the heavenly places;</div> +<div class="verse">Growing every day in awe,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thy name is holy;</div> +<div class="verse">Learning every day to love</div> +<div class="vind2">With a love more lowly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Walking every day more close</div> +<div class="vind2">To our Elder Brother;</div> +<div class="verse">Growing every day more true</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto one another;</div> +<div class="verse">Every day more gratefully</div> +<div class="vind2">Kindnesses receiving,</div> +<div class="verse">Every day more readily</div> +<div class="vind2">Injuries forgiving.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Leaving every day behind</div> +<div class="vind2">Something which might hinder;</div> +<div class="verse">Running swifter every day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Growing purer, kinder—</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, so pray we every day;</div> +<div class="vind2">Hear us in thy pity,</div> +<div class="verse">That we enter in at last</div> +<div class="vind2">To the holy city.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Butler.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to have the poet's heart than brain,</div> +<div class="verse">Feeling than song; but, better far than both,</div> +<div class="verse">To be a song, a music of God's making.</div> +<div class="verse">Or but a table on which God's finger of flame,</div> +<div class="verse">In words harmonious of triumphant verse,</div> +<div class="verse">That mingles joy and sorrow, sets down clear</div> +<div class="verse">That out of darkness he hath called the light.</div> +<div class="verse">It may be voice to such is after given</div> +<div class="verse">To tell the mighty tale to other worlds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">{118}</a></span></p> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FREE FROM SIN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The bird let loose in eastern skies,</div> +<div class="vind2">When hastening fondly home,</div> +<div class="verse">Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies</div> +<div class="vind2">Where idle warblers roam;</div> +<div class="verse">But high she shoots through air and light</div> +<div class="vind2">Above all low delay,</div> +<div class="verse">Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor shadow dims her way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So grant me, God, from every care</div> +<div class="vind2">And stain of passion free,</div> +<div class="verse">Aloft, through Virtue's purer air,</div> +<div class="vind2">To hold my course to thee!</div> +<div class="verse">No sin to cloud, no lure to stay</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul, as home she springs;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy sunshine on her joyful way,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy freedom in her wings!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Moore.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O that mine eyes might closèd be</div> +<div class="verse">To what concerns me not to see;</div> +<div class="verse">That deafness might possess mine ear</div> +<div class="verse">To what concerns me not to hear;</div> +<div class="verse">That truth my tongue might always tie</div> +<div class="verse">From ever speaking foolishly;</div> +<div class="verse">That no vain thought might ever rest</div> +<div class="verse">Or be conceived within my breast;</div> +<div class="verse">That by each deed and word and thought</div> +<div class="verse">Glory may to my God be brought.</div> +<div class="verse">But what are wishes! Lord, mine eye</div> +<div class="verse">On Thee is fixed; to Thee I cry!</div> +<div class="verse">Wash, Lord, and purify my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">And make it clean in every part;</div> +<div class="verse">And when 'tis clean, Lord, keep it, too,</div> +<div class="verse">For that is more than I can do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Elwood, A.D. 1639.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ALTERED MOTTO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O the bitter shame and sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">That a time could ever be</div> +<div class="verse">When I let the Saviour's pity</div> +<div class="verse">Plead in vain, and proudly answered,</div> +<div class="vind2">"All of self, and none of Thee!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet He found me; I beheld him</div> +<div class="vind2">Bleeding on the accursèd tree,</div> +<div class="verse">Heard him pray, "Forgive them, Father!"</div> +<div class="verse">And my wistful heart said faintly,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Some of self and some of Thee."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Day by day his tender mercy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Healing, helping, full and free,</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet and strong, and, ah! so patient,</div> +<div class="verse">Brought me lower, while I whispered,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Less of self, and more of Thee."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Higher than the highest heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deeper than the deepest sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, thy love at last hath conquered;</div> +<div class="verse">Grant me now my supplication—</div> +<div class="vind2">"None of self, and all of Thee."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Theodore Monod.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>INDWELLING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O dwell in me, my Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">That I in thee may dwell;</div> +<div class="verse">Fulfill thy tender word,</div> +<div class="vind2">That thy evangels tell;</div> +<div class="verse">In me Thou, I in thee,</div> +<div class="verse">By thy sweet courtesy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But wilt thou my guest be,</div> +<div class="vind2">In this poor heart of mine?</div> +<div class="verse">Thy guest? Is this for me</div> +<div class="vind2">In that pure heart of thine?</div> +<div class="verse">In me thou, I in thee,</div> +<div class="verse">By thy sweet courtesy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My chamber, Lord, prepare</div> +<div class="vind2">Whither thou deignest come;</div> +<div class="verse">I may not seek to share</div> +<div class="vind2">The making of thy home;</div> +<div class="verse">In me thou, I in thee,</div> +<div class="verse">By thy sweet courtesy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy gracious gifts bestow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Humility and love;</div> +<div class="verse">O cause my heart to glow</div> +<div class="vind2">By fire sent from above.</div> +<div class="verse">In me thou, I in thee,</div> +<div class="verse">By thy sweet courtesy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander B. Grosart.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy name to me, thy nature grant;</div> +<div class="vind2">This, only this be given;</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing besides my God I want,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing in earth or heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost</div> +<div class="vind2">And seal me thine abode;</div> +<div class="verse">Let all I am in thee be lost,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let all I am be God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">{119}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PERFECTION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O how the thought of God attracts,</div> +<div class="vind2">And draws the heart from earth,</div> +<div class="verse">And sickens it of passing shows</div> +<div class="vind2">And dissipating mirth!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis not enough to save our souls,</div> +<div class="vind2">To shun the eternal fires;</div> +<div class="verse">The thought of God will rouse the heart</div> +<div class="vind2">To more sublime desires.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God only is the creature's home,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though rough and strait the road;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet nothing less can satisfy</div> +<div class="vind2">The love that longs for God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, utter but the name of God</div> +<div class="vind2">Down in your heart of hearts,</div> +<div class="verse">And see how from the world at once</div> +<div class="vind2">All tempting light departs.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A trusting heart, a yearning eye</div> +<div class="vind2">Can win their way above;</div> +<div class="verse">If mountains can be moved by faith</div> +<div class="vind2">Is there less power in love?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How little of that road, my soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">How little hast thou gone!</div> +<div class="verse">Take heart, and let the thought of God</div> +<div class="vind2">Allure thee further on.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dole not thy duties out to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">But let thy hand be free;</div> +<div class="verse">Look long at Jesus; his sweet blood—</div> +<div class="vind2">How was it dealt to thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The perfect way is hard to flesh;</div> +<div class="vind2">It is not hard to love;</div> +<div class="verse">If thou wert sick for want of God</div> +<div class="vind2">How swiftly wouldst thou move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be docile to thine unseen Guide;</div> +<div class="vind2">Love him as he loves thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Time and obedience are enough,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou a saint shalt be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou broadenest out with every year</div> +<div class="vind2">Each breadth of life to meet;</div> +<div class="verse">I scarce can think thou art the same,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou art so much more sweet.</div> +<div class="verse">With gentle swiftness lead me on,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dear God, to see thy face;</div> +<div class="verse">And meanwhile in my narrow heart</div> +<div class="vind2">O make thyself more space!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LONGING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Of all the myriad moods of mind</div> +<div class="vind2">That through the soul come thronging,</div> +<div class="verse">Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,</div> +<div class="vind2">So beautiful, as Longing?</div> +<div class="verse">The thing we long for, <i>that</i> we are</div> +<div class="vind2">For one transcendent moment,</div> +<div class="verse">Before the Present poor and bare</div> +<div class="vind2">Can make its sneering comment.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still, through our paltry stir and strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glows down the wished ideal,</div> +<div class="verse">And longing molds in clay what life</div> +<div class="vind2">Carves on the marble real;</div> +<div class="verse">To let the new life in, we know,</div> +<div class="vind2">Desire must ope the portal;</div> +<div class="verse">Perhaps the longing to be so</div> +<div class="vind2">Helps make the soul immortal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Longing is God's fresh heavenward will</div> +<div class="vind2">With our poor earthward striving;</div> +<div class="verse">We quench it that we may be still</div> +<div class="vind2">Content with merely living;</div> +<div class="verse">But, would we learn that heart's full scope</div> +<div class="vind2">Which we are hourly wronging,</div> +<div class="verse">Our lives must climb from hope to hope,</div> +<div class="vind2">And realize our longing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! let us hope that to our praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Good God not only reckons</div> +<div class="verse">The moments when we tread his ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">But when the spirit beckons;</div> +<div class="verse">That some slight good is also wrought,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond self-satisfaction,</div> +<div class="verse">When we are simply good in thought</div> +<div class="vind2">Howe'er we fail in action.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MORE HOLINESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More holiness give me;</div> +<div class="vind2">More strivings within.</div> +<div class="verse">More patience in suffering,</div> +<div class="vind2">More sorrow for sin.</div> +<div class="verse">More faith in my Saviour,</div> +<div class="vind2">More sense of his care,</div> +<div class="verse">More joy in his service,</div> +<div class="vind2">More purpose in prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More gratitude give me,</div> +<div class="vind2">More trust in the Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">More pride in his glory,</div> +<div class="vind2">More hope in his word.</div> +<div class="verse">More tears for his sorrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">More pain at his grief,</div> +<div class="verse">More meekness in trial,</div> +<div class="vind2">More praise for relief.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">{120}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More purity give me,</div> +<div class="vind2">More strength to o'ercome,</div> +<div class="verse">More freedom from earth-stains,</div> +<div class="vind2">More longings for home;</div> +<div class="verse">More fit for the kingdom,</div> +<div class="vind2">More used I would be,</div> +<div class="verse">More blessed and holy—</div> +<div class="vind2">More, Saviour, like thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip Paul Bliss.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"MY SOUL DOTH MAGNIFY THE LORD"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul shall be a telescope,</div> +<div class="vind2">Searching the distant bounds of time and space,</div> +<div class="verse">That somehow I may image, as I grope,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jehovah's power and grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul a microscope shall be,</div> +<div class="vind2">In all minutest providences keen</div> +<div class="verse">Jehovah's patient thoughtfulness to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">And read his love between.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul shall be a burning-glass</div> +<div class="vind2">That diligence to worship may succeed,</div> +<div class="verse">That I may catch God's glories as they pass,</div> +<div class="vind2">And focus to a deed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So, even so,</div> +<div class="vind2">A mote in his creation, even I</div> +<div class="verse">Seeking alone to do, to feel, to know,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Lord must magnify.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, let me not be too content</div> +<div class="verse">With life in trifling service spent—</div> +<div class="vind6">Make me aspire!</div> +<div class="verse">When days with petty cares are filled</div> +<div class="verse">Let me with fleeting thoughts be thrilled</div> +<div class="vind6">Of something higher!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Help me to long for mental grace</div> +<div class="verse">To struggle with the commonplace</div> +<div class="vind6">I daily find.</div> +<div class="verse">May little deeds not bring to fruit</div> +<div class="verse">A crop of little thought to suit</div> +<div class="vind6">A shriveled mind.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know this earth is not my sphere,</div> +<div class="verse">For I cannot so narrow me but that</div> +<div class="vind6">I still exceed it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SHRINKING PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give me, O Lord, a heart of grace,</div> +<div class="verse">A voice of joy, a smiling face,</div> +<div class="verse">That I may show, where'er I turn,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love within my soul doth burn!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then life be sweet, and joy be dear,</div> +<div class="verse">Be in my mind a quiet fear;</div> +<div class="verse">A patient love of pain and care,</div> +<div class="verse">An enmity to dark despair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A tenderness for all that stray,</div> +<div class="verse">With strength to help them on their way;</div> +<div class="verse">A cheerfulness, a heavenly mirth,</div> +<div class="verse">Brightening my steps along the earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I ask and shrink, yet shrink and ask;</div> +<div class="verse">I know thou wilt not set a task</div> +<div class="verse">Too hard for hands that thou hast made,</div> +<div class="verse">Too hard for hands that thou canst aid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So let me dwell all peacefully,</div> +<div class="verse">Content to live, content to die;</div> +<div class="verse">Rejoicing now, rejoicing then,</div> +<div class="verse">Rejoicing evermore. Amen.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Rosa Mulholland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THAT I MAY SOAR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf</div> +<div class="verse">Than that I may not disappoint myself;</div> +<div class="verse">That in my action I may soar as high</div> +<div class="verse">As I can now discern with this clear eye.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And next in value which thy kindness lends,</div> +<div class="verse">That I may greatly disappoint my friends,</div> +<div class="verse">Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,</div> +<div class="verse">They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That my weak hand may equal my firm faith,</div> +<div class="verse">And my life practise more than my tongue saith;</div> +<div class="verse">That my low conduct may not show,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor my relenting lines,</div> +<div class="verse">That I thy purpose did not know,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or overrated thy designs.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry David Thoreau.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">{121}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A CRY OF THE SOUL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God of truth, for whom alone I sigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">Knit thou my heart by strong, sweet cords to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">I tire of hearing; books my patience try;</div> +<div class="verse">Untired to thee I cry;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thyself my all shalt be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, be thou near and cheer my lonely way;</div> +<div class="vind2">With thy sweet peace my aching bosom fill;</div> +<div class="verse">Scatter my cares and fears; my griefs allay;</div> +<div class="verse">And be it mine each day</div> +<div class="vind2">To love and please thee still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God! Thou hearest me; but clouds obscure</div> +<div class="vind2">Even yet thy perfect radiance, truth divine!</div> +<div class="verse">O for the stainless skies, the splendors pure,</div> +<div class="verse">The joys that aye endure</div> +<div class="vind2">When thine own glories shine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Pierre Corneille.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PURPOSE TRUE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, make me quick to see</div> +<div class="verse">Each task awaiting me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And quick to do;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, grant me strength, I pray,</div> +<div class="verse">With lowly love each day</div> +<div class="vind2">And purpose true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To go as Jesus went,</div> +<div class="verse">Spending and being spent,</div> +<div class="vind2">Myself forgot;</div> +<div class="verse">Supplying human needs</div> +<div class="verse">By loving words and deeds,</div> +<div class="vind2">Oh, happy lot!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert M. Offord.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are deep things of God. Push out from shore;</div> +<div class="verse">Hast thou found much? Give thanks, and look for more.</div> +<div class="verse">Dost fear the generous Giver to offend?</div> +<div class="verse">Then know his store of bounty hath no end.</div> +<div class="verse">He doth not need to be implored or teased;</div> +<div class="verse">The more we take the better he is pleased.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Gordon Ames.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BREATHE ON ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Breathe on me, Breath of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fill me with life anew,</div> +<div class="verse">That I may love what thou dost love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And do what thou wouldst do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Breathe on me, Breath of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Until my heart is pure,</div> +<div class="verse">Until with thee I will one will,</div> +<div class="vind2">To do or to endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Breathe on me, Breath of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till I am wholly thine;</div> +<div class="verse">Till all this earthly part of me</div> +<div class="vind2">Glows with thy fire divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Breathe on me, Breath of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">So shall I never die,</div> +<div class="verse">But live with thee the perfect life</div> +<div class="vind2">Of thine eternity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Hatch.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE COMPARATIVE DEGREE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What weight of woe we owe to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Accurst comparative degree!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy paltry step can never give</div> +<div class="verse">Access to the superlative;</div> +<div class="verse">For he who would the wisest be,</div> +<div class="verse">Strives to make others wise as he,</div> +<div class="verse">And never yet was man judged best</div> +<div class="verse">Who would be better than the rest;</div> +<div class="verse">So does comparison unkind</div> +<div class="verse">Dwarf and debase the haughty mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make not a man your measuring-rod</div> +<div class="verse">If you would span the way to God;</div> +<div class="verse">Heed not our petty "worse" or "less,"</div> +<div class="verse">But fix your eyes on perfectness.</div> +<div class="verse">Make for the loftiest point in view,</div> +<div class="verse">And draw your friends along with you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy nature be my law,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy spotless sanctity,</div> +<div class="verse">And sweetly every moment draw</div> +<div class="vind2">My happy soul to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Soul of my soul remain;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who didst for me fulfill,</div> +<div class="verse">In me, O Lord, fulfill again</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy heavenly Father's will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">{122}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LEAD ON, O LORD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Jesus still lead on</div> +<div class="vind6">Till our rest be won;</div> +<div class="verse">And although the way be cheerless,</div> +<div class="verse">We will follow, calm and fearless;</div> +<div class="vind6">Guide us by thy hand</div> +<div class="vind6">To our Fatherland.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">If the way be drear,</div> +<div class="vind6">If the foe be near,</div> +<div class="verse">Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,</div> +<div class="verse">Let not faith and hope forsake us;</div> +<div class="vind6">For, through many a foe</div> +<div class="vind6">To our home we go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">When we seek relief</div> +<div class="vind6">From a long-felt grief:</div> +<div class="verse">When oppressed by new temptations,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, increase and perfect patience;</div> +<div class="vind6">Show us that bright shore</div> +<div class="vind6">Where we weep no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Jesus, still lead on</div> +<div class="vind6">Till our rest be won;</div> +<div class="verse">Heavenly Leader, still direct us,</div> +<div class="verse">Still support, control, protect us,</div> +<div class="vind6">Till we safely stand</div> +<div class="vind6">In our Fatherland.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Give me this day</div> +<div class="verse">A little work to occupy my mind;</div> +<div class="verse">A little suffering to sanctify</div> +<div class="verse">My spirit; and, dear Lord, if thou canst find</div> +<div class="verse">Some little good that I may do for thee,</div> +<div class="verse">I shall be glad, for that will comfort me.</div> +<div class="verse">Mind, spirit, hand—I lift them all to thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O make me patient, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Patient in daily cares;</div> +<div class="verse">Keep me from thoughtless words,</div> +<div class="vind2">That slip out unawares.</div> +<div class="verse">And help me, Lord, I pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still nearer thee to live,</div> +<div class="verse">And as I journey on,</div> +<div class="vind2">More of thy presence give.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O square thyself for use. A stone that may</div> +<div class="verse">Fit in the wall is not left in the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think, and be careful what thou art within,</div> +<div class="verse">For there is sin in the desire of sin:</div> +<div class="verse">Think and be thankful in a different case;</div> +<div class="verse">For there is grace in the desire of grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Gordon Byron.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A man's higher being is knowing and seeing;</div> +<div class="vind2">Not having or toiling for more;</div> +<div class="verse">In the senses and soul is the joy of control,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not in pride and luxurious store.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be with me, Lord, where'er my path may lead;</div> +<div class="verse">Fulfill thy word, supply my every need;</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to live each day more close to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">And O, dear Lord, I pray abide with me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In all I think or speak or do,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever way my steps are bent,</div> +<div class="verse">God shape and keep me strong and true,</div> +<div class="vind2">Courageous, cheerful, and content.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—W. D. Russell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make my mortal dreams come true</div> +<div class="verse">With the work I fain would do:</div> +<div class="verse">Clothe with life the weak intent,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me be the thing I meant.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This be my prayer, from dawn to eve,</div> +<div class="vind2">Working between the suns;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, make my arm as firm as a knight's</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul as white as a nun's.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Every hour that fleets so slowly has its task to do or bear;</div> +<div class="verse">Luminous the crown and holy, if we set each gem with care.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for a man to rise in me,</div> +<div class="verse">That the man that I am</div> +<div class="vind2">May cease to be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">{123}</a></span></p> + +<h2>PRAYER</h2> + +<h3>WORSHIP, COMMUNION, DEVOTION</h3> + + +<h4>THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father of all! in every age,</div> +<div class="vind2">In ev'ry clime adored,</div> +<div class="verse">By saint, by savage, and by sage,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou great First Cause, least understood,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who all my sense confined</div> +<div class="verse">To know but this, that thou art good,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that myself am blind:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet gave me, in this dark estate,</div> +<div class="vind2">To see the good from ill;</div> +<div class="verse">And binding nature fast in fate,</div> +<div class="vind2">Left free the human will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What conscience dictates to be done,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or warns me not to do,</div> +<div class="verse">This, teach me more than hell to shun,</div> +<div class="vind2">That, more than heaven pursue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What blessings thy free bounty gives</div> +<div class="vind2">Let me not cast away;</div> +<div class="verse">For God is paid when man receives—</div> +<div class="vind2">T' enjoy is to obey.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet not to earth's contracted span</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy goodness let me bound;</div> +<div class="verse">Or think thee Lord alone of man</div> +<div class="vind2">When thousand worlds are round;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let not this weak, unknowing hand</div> +<div class="vind2">Presume thy bolts to throw,</div> +<div class="verse">And deal damnation round the land</div> +<div class="vind2">On each I judge thy foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I am right, thy grace impart</div> +<div class="vind2">Still in the right to stay;</div> +<div class="verse">If I am wrong, O teach my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">To find that better way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Save me alike from foolish pride</div> +<div class="vind2">Or impious discontent,</div> +<div class="verse">At aught thy wisdom has denied</div> +<div class="vind2">Or aught thy wisdom lent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to feel another's woe;</div> +<div class="vind2">To hide the fault I see;</div> +<div class="verse">That mercy I to others show,</div> +<div class="vind2">That mercy show to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mean though I am, not wholly so</div> +<div class="vind2">Since quicken'd by thy breath;</div> +<div class="verse">O lead me wheresoe'er I go,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through this day's life or death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This day be bread and peace my lot:</div> +<div class="vind2">All else beneath the sun</div> +<div class="verse">Thou know'st if best bestowed or not;</div> +<div class="vind2">And let thy will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To Thee, whose temple is all space,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose altar earth, sea, skies!</div> +<div class="verse">One chorus let all Being raise,</div> +<div class="vind2">All Nature's incense rise!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HOUR OF PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, is any hour so sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">From blush of morn to evening star,</div> +<div class="verse">As that which calls me to thy feet:</div> +<div class="vind2">The hour of prayer?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,</div> +<div class="vind2">And blest that solemn hour of eve,</div> +<div class="verse">When, on the wings of prayer upborne,</div> +<div class="vind2">The world I leave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then is my strength by thee renewed;</div> +<div class="vind2">Then are my sins by thee forgiven;</div> +<div class="verse">Then dost thou cheer my solitude</div> +<div class="vind2">With hopes of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No words can tell what sweet relief</div> +<div class="vind2">Here for my every want I find;</div> +<div class="verse">What strength for warfare, balm for grief,</div> +<div class="vind2">What peace of mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;</div> +<div class="vind2">My spirit seems in heaven to stay;</div> +<div class="verse">And e'en the penitential tear</div> +<div class="vind2">Is wiped away.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">{124}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,</div> +<div class="vind2">No privilege so dear shall be</div> +<div class="verse">As thus my inmost soul to pour</div> +<div class="vind2">In prayer to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Elliott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PETITION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be not afraid to pray—to pray is right.</div> +<div class="vind2">Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though hope be weak or sick with long delay;</div> +<div class="verse">Pray in the darkness if there be no light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far is the time, remote from human sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">When war and discord on the earth shall cease;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet every prayer for universal peace</div> +<div class="vind2">Avails the blessed time to expedite.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er is good to wish, ask that of heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though it be what thou canst not hope to see.</div> +<div class="verse">Pray to be perfect, though material leaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Forbid the spirit so on earth to be;</div> +<div class="verse">But if for any wish thou darest not pray,</div> +<div class="verse">Then pray to God to cast that wish away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Hartley Coleridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SOMETIME, SOMEWHERE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unanswered yet the prayer your lips have pleaded</div> +<div class="vind2">In agony of heart these many years?</div> +<div class="verse">Does faith begin to fail? Is hope departing?</div> +<div class="vind2">And think you all in vain those falling tears?</div> +<div class="verse">Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">You shall have your desire sometime, somewhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unanswered yet?—though when you first presented</div> +<div class="vind2">This one petition at the Father's throne</div> +<div class="verse">It seemed you could not wait the time of asking,</div> +<div class="vind2">So urgent was your heart to make it known!</div> +<div class="verse">Though years have passed since then, do not despair;</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord will answer you sometime, somewhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unanswered yet? Nay, do not say ungranted;</div> +<div class="vind2">Perhaps your work is not yet wholly done.</div> +<div class="verse">The work began when first your prayer was uttered,</div> +<div class="vind2">And God will finish what he has begun.</div> +<div class="verse">If you will keep the incense burning there</div> +<div class="verse">His glory you shall see sometime, somewhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered,</div> +<div class="vind2">Her feet were firmly planted on the Rock;</div> +<div class="verse">Amid the wildest storms she stands undaunted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock.</div> +<div class="verse">She knows Omnipotence has heard her prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And cries, "It shall be done"—sometime, somewhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Miss Ophelia G. Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SECRET PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, I have shut my door—</div> +<div class="verse">Shut out life's busy cares and fretting noise,</div> +<div class="verse">Here in this silence they intrude no more.</div> +<div class="verse">Speak thou, and heavenly joys</div> +<div class="verse">Shall fill my heart with music sweet and calm—</div> +<div class="vind6">A holy psalm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, I have shut my door,</div> +<div class="verse">Even on all the beauty of thine earth—</div> +<div class="verse">To its blue ceiling, from its emerald floor,</div> +<div class="verse">Filled with spring's bloom and mirth;</div> +<div class="verse">From these, thy works, I turn; thyself I seek;</div> +<div class="vind6">To thee I speak.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I have shut my door</div> +<div class="verse">On earthly passion—all its yearning love,</div> +<div class="verse">Its tender friendships, all the priceless store</div> +<div class="verse">Of human ties. Above</div> +<div class="verse">All these my heart aspires, O Heart divine!</div> +<div class="vind6">Stoop thou to mine.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">{125}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, I have shut my door!</div> +<div class="verse">Come thou and visit me: I am alone!</div> +<div class="verse">Come as when doors were shut thou cam'st of yore</div> +<div class="verse">And visited thine own.</div> +<div class="verse">My Lord, I kneel with reverence, love, and fear,</div> +<div class="vind6">For thou art here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Ellen Atkinson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT MAN IS THERE OF YOU?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The homely words—how often read!</div> +<div class="vind2">How seldom fully known:</div> +<div class="verse">"Which father of you, asked for bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Would give his son a stone?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How oft has bitter tear been shed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heaved how many a groan,</div> +<div class="verse">Because thou wouldst not give for bread</div> +<div class="vind2">The thing that was a stone!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How oft the child thou wouldst have fed</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy gift away has thrown;</div> +<div class="verse">He prayed, thou heardst, and gavest bread—</div> +<div class="vind2">He cried, "It is a stone!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, if I ask in doubt and dread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lest I be left to moan,</div> +<div class="verse">Am I not he, who, asked for bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Would give his son a stone?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DENIAL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I want so many, many things,</div> +<div class="verse">My wishes on my prayers take wings,</div> +<div class="verse">And heavenward fly to sue for grace</div> +<div class="verse">Before the loving Father's face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But He, well knowing all my need,</div> +<div class="verse">Kindly rebukes my foolish greed,</div> +<div class="verse">And, granting not the gift I ask,</div> +<div class="verse">Sets me instead to do some task—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some lowly task—for love of him,</div> +<div class="verse">So lowly, and in light so dim,</div> +<div class="verse">My sorrowing soul must cease to sing,</div> +<div class="verse">And only sigh, "'Tis for the King."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And scarcely can my faith repeat</div> +<div class="verse">Her sad petition at his feet:</div> +<div class="verse">"These daily tasks Thou giv'st to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Help, Lord, to do as unto thee!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet while his bidding thus I do—</div> +<div class="verse">I know not how, or why, 'tis true—</div> +<div class="verse">My thoughts to sweet contentment glide,</div> +<div class="verse">And I forget the wish denied.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so my prayers he hears and heeds,</div> +<div class="verse">Mindful of all my daily needs;</div> +<div class="verse">Gracious, most gracious, too, in this—</div> +<div class="verse">Denying, when I ask amiss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Luella Clark.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BLESSING IN PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">If when I kneel to pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">With eager lips I say:</div> +<div class="verse">"Lord, give me all the things that I desire—</div> +<div class="verse">Health, wealth, fame, friends, brave heart, religious fire,</div> +<div class="verse">The power to sway my fellow men at will,</div> +<div class="verse">And strength for mighty works to banish ill"—</div> +<div class="vind2">In such a prayer as this</div> +<div class="vind2">The blessing I must miss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Or if I only dare</div> +<div class="vind2">To raise this fainting prayer:</div> +<div class="verse">"Thou seest, Lord, that I am poor and weak,</div> +<div class="verse">And cannot tell what things I ought to seek;</div> +<div class="verse">I therefore do not ask at all, but still</div> +<div class="verse">I trust thy bounty all my wants to fill"—</div> +<div class="vind2">My lips shall thus grow dumb,</div> +<div class="vind2">The blessing shall not come.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">But if I lowly fall,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thus in faith I call:</div> +<div class="verse">"Through Christ, O Lord, I pray thee give to me</div> +<div class="verse">Not what I would, but what seems best to thee</div> +<div class="verse">Of life, of health, of service, and of strength,</div> +<div class="verse">Until to thy full joy I come at length"—</div> +<div class="vind2">My prayer shall then avail;</div> +<div class="vind2">The blessing shall not fail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles F. Richardson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me, dear Lord, what thou wouldst have me know;</div> +<div class="verse">Guide me, dear Lord, where thou wouldst have me go;</div> +<div class="verse">Help me, dear Lord, the precious seed to sow;</div> +<div class="verse">Bless thou the seed that it may surely grow.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">{126}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TIME FOR PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">When is the time for prayer?</div> +<div class="verse">With the first beams that light the morning sky,</div> +<div class="verse">Ere for the toils of day thou dost prepare,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lift up thy thoughts on high;</div> +<div class="verse">Commend thy loved ones to his watchful care:</div> +<div class="vind2">Morn is the time for prayer!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">And in the noontide hour,</div> +<div class="verse">If worn by toil or by sad care oppressed,</div> +<div class="verse">Then unto God thy spirit's sorrows pour,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he will give thee rest:</div> +<div class="verse">Thy voice shall reach him through the fields of air:</div> +<div class="vind2">Noon is the time for prayer!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">When the bright sun hath set,</div> +<div class="verse">Whilst yet eve's glowing colors deck the skies,</div> +<div class="verse">When with the loved, at home, again thou'st met,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then let thy prayers arise</div> +<div class="verse">For those who in thy joys and sorrows share:</div> +<div class="vind2">Eve is the time for prayer!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">And when the stars come forth—</div> +<div class="verse">When to the trusting heart sweet hopes are given</div> +<div class="verse">And the deep stillness of the hour gives birth</div> +<div class="vind2">To pure bright dreams of heaven—</div> +<div class="verse">Kneel to thy God; ask strength life's ills to bear:</div> +<div class="vind2">Night is the time for prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">When is the time for prayer?</div> +<div class="verse">In every hour, while life is spared to thee—</div> +<div class="verse">In crowds or solitude—in joy or care—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy thoughts should heavenward flee.</div> +<div class="verse">At home—at morn and eve—with loved ones there,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bend thou the knee in prayer!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT A SOUND INVADES THE STILLNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not a sound invades the stillness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not a form invades the scene,</div> +<div class="verse">Save the voice of my Belovèd,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the person of my King.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And within those heavenly places,</div> +<div class="vind2">Calmly hushed in sweet repose,</div> +<div class="verse">There I drink, with joy absorbing,</div> +<div class="vind2">All the love thou wouldst disclose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wrapt in deep adoring silence,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest I lose the smallest saying</div> +<div class="vind2">Meant to catch the ear of love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rest, then, O my soul, contented:</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast reached thy happy place</div> +<div class="verse">In the bosom of thy Saviour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Gazing up in his dear face.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FORMAL PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I often say my prayers,</div> +<div class="verse">But do I ever pray;</div> +<div class="verse">And do the wishes of my heart</div> +<div class="verse">Go with the words I say?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I may as well kneel down</div> +<div class="verse">And worship gods of stone,</div> +<div class="verse">As offer to the living God</div> +<div class="verse">A prayer of words alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For words without the heart</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord will never hear:</div> +<div class="verse">Nor will he to those lips attend</div> +<div class="verse">Whose prayers are not sincere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Burton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BLESSINGS OF PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What various hindrances we meet</div> +<div class="verse">In coming to a mercy-seat!</div> +<div class="verse">Yet who that knows the worth of prayer</div> +<div class="verse">But wishes to be often there!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw;</div> +<div class="verse">Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;</div> +<div class="verse">Gives exercise to faith and love;</div> +<div class="verse">Brings every blessing from above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;</div> +<div class="verse">Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright;</div> +<div class="verse">And Satan trembles when he sees</div> +<div class="verse">The weakest saint upon his knees.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Were half the breath that's vainly spent</div> +<div class="verse">To heaven in supplication sent,</div> +<div class="verse">Our cheerful song would oftener be</div> +<div class="verse">"Hear what the Lord has done for me."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">{127}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT IS PRAYER?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,</div> +<div class="vind2">Uttered or unexpressed;</div> +<div class="verse">The motion of a hidden fire</div> +<div class="vind2">That trembles in the breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the burden of a sigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">The falling of a tear,</div> +<div class="verse">The upward glancing of an eye,</div> +<div class="vind2">When none but God is near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the simplest form of speech</div> +<div class="vind2">That infant lips can try;</div> +<div class="verse">Prayer the sublimest strains that reach</div> +<div class="vind2">The Majesty on high.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,</div> +<div class="vind2">Returning from his ways;</div> +<div class="verse">While angels in their songs rejoice</div> +<div class="vind2">And cry, "Behold, he prays!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Christian's native air,</div> +<div class="verse">His watchword at the gates of death;</div> +<div class="vind2">He enters heaven with prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou, by whom we come to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Life, the Truth, the Way;</div> +<div class="verse">The path of prayer thyself hast trod:</div> +<div class="vind2">Lord, teach us how to pray!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Montgomery.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SPIRITUAL DEVOTION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The woman singeth at her spinning wheel</div> +<div class="verse">A pleasant chant, ballad, or baracolle;</div> +<div class="verse">She thinketh of her song, upon the whole,</div> +<div class="verse">Far more than of her flax; and yet the reel</div> +<div class="verse">Is full, and artfully her fingers feel,</div> +<div class="verse">With quick adjustment, provident control,</div> +<div class="verse">The lines, too subtly twisted to unroll,</div> +<div class="verse">Out to a perfect thread. I hence appeal</div> +<div class="verse">To the dear Christian Church, that we may do</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father's business in these temples mirk</div> +<div class="verse">Thus, swift and steadfast; thus, intent and strong;</div> +<div class="verse">While, thus, apart from toil, our souls pursue</div> +<div class="verse">Some high, calm, spheric tune and prove our work</div> +<div class="verse">The better for the sweetness of our song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAYER OF DEEDS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The deed ye do is the prayer ye pray;</div> +<div class="vind2">"Lead us into temptation, Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">Withhold the bread from our babes this day;</div> +<div class="vind2">To evil we turn us, give evil's reward!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Over to-day the to-morrow bends</div> +<div class="vind2">With an answer for each acted prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">And woe to him who makes not friends</div> +<div class="vind2">With the pale hereafter hovering there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George S. Burleigh.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUNDAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould,</div> +<div class="verse">Where I must creep and in the dark and cold</div> +<div class="verse">Offer some awful incense at a shrine</div> +<div class="verse">That hath no more divine</div> +<div class="verse">Than that 'tis far from life, and stern, and old;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But a bright hilltop, in the breezy air</div> +<div class="verse">Full of the morning freshness, high and clear,</div> +<div class="verse">Where I may climb and drink the pure new day</div> +<div class="verse">And see where winds away</div> +<div class="verse">The path that God would send me, shining fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When prayer delights thee least, then learn to say,</div> +<div class="verse">Soul, now is greatest need that thou should'st pray:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Crooked and warped I am, and I would fain</div> +<div class="verse">Straighten myself by thy right line again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, come, warm sun, and ripen my late fruits;</div> +<div class="verse">Pierce, genial showers, down to my parchèd roots.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My well is bitter, cast therein the tree,</div> +<div class="verse">That sweet henceforth its brackish waves may be.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">{128}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Say, what is prayer, when it is prayer indeed?</div> +<div class="verse">The mighty utterance of a mighty need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The man is praying who doth press with might</div> +<div class="verse">Out of his darkness into God's own light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">White heat the iron in the furnace won,</div> +<div class="verse">Withdrawn from thence 'twas cold and hard anon.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Flowers, from their stalk divided, presently</div> +<div class="verse">Droop, fall, and wither in the gazer's eye.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The greenest leaf, divided from its stem,</div> +<div class="verse">To speedy withering doth itself condemn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The largest river, from its fountain-head</div> +<div class="verse">Cut off, leaves soon a parched and dusty bed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All things that live from God their sustenance wait,</div> +<div class="verse">And sun and moon are beggars at his gate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All skirts extended of thy mantle hold</div> +<div class="verse">When angel hands from heaven are scattering gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MEANING OF PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One thing, alone, dear Lord, I dread—</div> +<div class="vind2">To have a secret spot</div> +<div class="verse">That separates my soul from thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yet to know it not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer was not meant for luxury,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or selfish pastime sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">It is the prostrate creature's place</div> +<div class="vind2">At his Creator's feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But if this waiting long hath come</div> +<div class="vind2">A present from on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Teach me to find the hidden wealth</div> +<div class="vind2">That in its depths may lie.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So in the darkness I can learn</div> +<div class="vind2">To tremble and adore;</div> +<div class="verse">To sound my own vile nothingness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thus to love thee more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TALKING WITH GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To stretch my hand and touch Him</div> +<div class="vind2">Though he be far away;</div> +<div class="verse">To raise my eyes and see him</div> +<div class="vind2">Through darkness as through day;</div> +<div class="verse">To lift my voice and call him—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is to pray!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To feel a hand extended</div> +<div class="vind2">By One who standeth near;</div> +<div class="verse">To view the love that shineth</div> +<div class="vind2">In eyes serene and clear;</div> +<div class="verse">To know that he is calling—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is to hear!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel W. Duffield.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Being perplexed, I say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Lord, make it right!</div> +<div class="verse">Night is as day to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Darkness is light.</div> +<div class="verse">I am afraid to touch</div> +<div class="verse">Things that involve so much;</div> +<div class="verse">My trembling hand may shake—</div> +<div class="verse">My skillful hand may break;</div> +<div class="verse">Thine can make no mistake."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Being in doubt, I say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Lord, make it plain!</div> +<div class="verse">Which is the true, safe way?</div> +<div class="verse">Which would be vain?</div> +<div class="verse">I am not wise to know,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor sure of foot to go;</div> +<div class="verse">My blind eyes cannot see</div> +<div class="verse">What is so clear to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, make it clear to me."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SOURCE OF POWER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is an eye that never sleeps</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the wing of night;</div> +<div class="verse">There is an ear that never shuts</div> +<div class="vind2">When sink the beams of light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is an arm that never tires</div> +<div class="vind2">When human strength gives way;</div> +<div class="verse">There is a love that never fails</div> +<div class="vind2">When earthly loves decay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;</div> +<div class="vind2">That arm upholds the sky;</div> +<div class="verse">That ear is filled with angel songs,</div> +<div class="vind2">That love is throned on high.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">{129}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But there's a power which man can wield</div> +<div class="vind2">When mortal aid is vain,</div> +<div class="verse">That eye, that arm, that love to reach,</div> +<div class="vind2">That listening ear to gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That power is prayer, which soars on high,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through Jesus, to the throne,</div> +<div class="verse">And moves the hand which moves the world,</div> +<div class="vind2">To bring salvation down.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Cowden Wallace.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DIFFERENT PRAYERS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Three doors there are in the temple</div> +<div class="vind2">Where men go up to pray,</div> +<div class="verse">And they that wait at the outer gate</div> +<div class="vind2">May enter by either way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are some that pray by asking;</div> +<div class="vind2">They lie on the Master's breast,</div> +<div class="verse">And, shunning the strife of the lower life,</div> +<div class="vind2">They utter their cry for rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are some that pray by seeking;</div> +<div class="vind2">They doubt where their reason fails;</div> +<div class="verse">But their mind's despair is the ancient prayer</div> +<div class="vind2">To touch the print of the nails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are some that pray by knocking;</div> +<div class="vind2">They put their strength to the wheel</div> +<div class="verse">For they have not time for thoughts sublime;</div> +<div class="vind2">They can only act what they feel.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, give each his answer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each in his kindred way;</div> +<div class="verse">Adapt thy light to his form of night</div> +<div class="vind2">And grant him his needed day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Watson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUE PRAYER</h4> + +<h5>I.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is not prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">This clamor of our eager wants</div> +<div class="vind6">That fills the air</div> +<div class="verse">With wearying, selfish plaints.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is not faith</div> +<div class="verse">To boldly count all gifts as ours—</div> +<div class="vind6">The pride that saith,</div> +<div class="verse">"For me his wealth he ever showers."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is not praise</div> +<div class="verse">To call to mind our happier lot,</div> +<div class="vind6">And boast bright days,</div> +<div class="verse">God-favored, with all else forgot.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5>II.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is true prayer</div> +<div class="verse">To seek the giver more than gift</div> +<div class="vind6">God's life to share</div> +<div class="verse">And love—for this our cry to lift.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is true faith</div> +<div class="verse">To simply trust his loving will,</div> +<div class="vind6">Whiche'er he saith—</div> +<div class="verse">"Thy lot be glad" or "ill."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It is true praise</div> +<div class="verse">To bless alike the bright and dark;</div> +<div class="vind6">To sing, all days</div> +<div class="verse">Alike, with nightingale and lark.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James W. White.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE POWER OF PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, what a change within us one short hour</div> +<div class="verse">Spent in thy presence will prevail to make;</div> +<div class="verse">What heavy burdens from our bosoms take;</div> +<div class="verse">What parchèd grounds refresh as with a shower!</div> +<div class="verse">We kneel—and all about us seems to lower;</div> +<div class="verse">We rise—and all, the distant and the near,</div> +<div class="verse">Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear.</div> +<div class="verse">We kneel, how weak! we rise, how full of power!</div> +<div class="verse">Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong,</div> +<div class="verse">Or others, that we are not always strong;</div> +<div class="verse">That we are ever overborne with care,</div> +<div class="verse">Anxious and troubled, when with us is prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And joy and strength and courage are with thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Asked and unasked, thy heavenly gifts unfold,</div> +<div class="verse">And evil, though we ask it, Lord, withhold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Homer, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">{130}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MARY OF BETHANY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Her eyes are homes of silent prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor other thought her mind admits</div> +<div class="vind2">But, he was dead, and there he sits.</div> +<div class="verse">And he that brought him back is there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then one deep love doth supersede</div> +<div class="vind2">All other, when her ardent gaze</div> +<div class="vind2">Roves from the living brother's face</div> +<div class="verse">And rests upon the Life indeed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All subtle thought, all curious fears.</div> +<div class="vind2">Borne down by gladness so complete,</div> +<div class="vind2">She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet</div> +<div class="verse">With costly spikenard and with tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose loves in higher love endure;</div> +<div class="vind2">What souls possess themselves so pure,</div> +<div class="verse">Or is there blessedness like theirs?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAYER ITS OWN ANSWER</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Allah, Allah!" cried the sick man, racked with pain the long night through;</div> +<div class="verse">Till with prayer his heart was tender, till his lips like honey grew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But at morning came the Tempter; said, "Call louder, child of pain!</div> +<div class="verse">See if Allah ever hear, or answer 'Here am I' again."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like a stab the cruel cavil through his brain and pulses went;</div> +<div class="verse">To his heart an icy coldness, to his brain a darkness, sent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then before him stands Elias; says "My child! why thus dismayed?</div> +<div class="verse">Dost repent thy former fervor? Is thy soul of prayer afraid?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Ah!" he cried, "I've called so often; never heard the 'Here am I';</div> +<div class="verse">And I thought, God will not pity, will not turn on me his eye."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then the grave Elias answered, "God said, 'Rise, Elias, go,</div> +<div class="verse">Speak to him, the sorely tempted; lift him from his gulf of woe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"'Tell him that his very longing is itself an answering cry;</div> +<div class="verse">That his prayer, "Come, gracious Allah," is my answer, "Here am I"'.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Every inmost aspiration is God's angel undefiled;</div> +<div class="verse">And in every 'O my Father!' slumbers deep a 'Here, my child!'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jelal-ed-Deen, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CONTENTS OF PIETY</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Allah!" was all night long the cry of one oppressed with care,</div> +<div class="verse">Till softened was his heart, and sweet became his lips with prayer.</div> +<div class="verse">Then near the subtle tempter stole, and spake:</div> +<div class="vind4">"Fond babbler, cease!</div> +<div class="verse">For not one 'Here am I' has God e'er sent to give thee peace."</div> +<div class="verse">With sorrow sank the suppliant's soul and all his senses fled.</div> +<div class="verse">But lo! at midnight, the good angel, Chiser, came, and said:</div> +<div class="verse">"What ails thee now, my child, and why art thou afraid to pray?</div> +<div class="verse">And why thy former love dost thou repent? declare and say."</div> +<div class="verse">"Ah!" cries he, "never once spake God to me, 'Here am I, son.'</div> +<div class="verse">Cast off methinks I am, and warned far from his gracious throne."</div> +<div class="verse">To whom the angel answered, "Hear the word from God I bear:</div> +<div class="verse">'Go tell,' he said, 'yon mourner, sunk in sorrow and despair,</div> +<div class="verse">Each "Lord, appear!" thy lips pronounce contains my "Here am I";</div> +<div class="verse">A special messenger I send beneath thine every sigh;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love is but a guerdon of the love I bear to thee.</div> +<div class="verse">And sleeping in thy "Come, O Lord!" there lies "Here, son!" from me.'"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oriental, tr. by William Rounseville Alger.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He prayeth well who loveth well</div> +<div class="verse">Both man and bird and beast.</div> +<div class="verse">He prayeth best who loveth best</div> +<div class="verse">All things, both great and small;</div> +<div class="verse">For the dear God who loveth us</div> +<div class="verse">He made and loveth all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Taylor Coleridge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">{131}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ADORATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love my God, but with no love of mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">For I have none to give;</div> +<div class="verse">I love thee, Lord, but all the love is thine</div> +<div class="vind2">For by thy love I live.</div> +<div class="verse">I am as nothing, and rejoice to be</div> +<div class="verse">Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou, Lord, alone art all thy children need,</div> +<div class="vind2">And there is none beside;</div> +<div class="verse">From thee the streams of blessedness proceed,</div> +<div class="vind2">In thee the blest abide—</div> +<div class="verse">Fountain of life and all-abounding grace,</div> +<div class="verse">Our source, our center, and our dwelling place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WALKING WITH GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Master, let me walk with thee</div> +<div class="verse">In lowly paths of service free;</div> +<div class="verse">Tell me thy secret; help me bear</div> +<div class="verse">The strain of toil, the fret of care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Help me the slow of heart to move</div> +<div class="verse">By some clear, winning word of love;</div> +<div class="verse">Teach me the wayward feet to stay,</div> +<div class="verse">And guide them in the homeward way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me thy patience! still with Thee</div> +<div class="verse">In closer, dearer company:</div> +<div class="verse">In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,</div> +<div class="verse">In trust that triumphs over wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In hope that sends a shining ray</div> +<div class="verse">Far down the future's broadening way;</div> +<div class="verse">In peace that only thou canst give,</div> +<div class="verse">With thee, O Master, let me live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Washington Gladden.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There was a man who prayed</div> +<div class="vind2">For wisdom that he might</div> +<div class="verse">Sway men from sinful ways</div> +<div class="vind2">And lead them into light.</div> +<div class="verse">Each night he knelt and asked the Lord</div> +<div class="verse">To let him guide the sinful horde.</div> +<div class="verse">And every day he rose again,</div> +<div class="vind2">To idly drift along,</div> +<div class="verse">One of the many common men</div> +<div class="vind2">Who form the common throng.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GRANTED OR DENIED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To long with all our longing powers,</div> +<div class="vind2">And have the wish denied;</div> +<div class="verse">To urge and strain our force in vain</div> +<div class="vind2">Against the unresting tide</div> +<div class="verse">Of fate and circumstance, which still</div> +<div class="verse">Baffles and beats and thwarts our will;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To reach the goal toward which we strove</div> +<div class="vind2">All the long way and hard;</div> +<div class="verse">To win the prize which, to our eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seemed life's one best reward—</div> +<div class="verse">Love's rose, Fame's laurel, olived Peace,</div> +<div class="verse">The gold-fruit of Hesperides—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And then to find the prize all vain,</div> +<div class="vind2">The joys all empty made—</div> +<div class="verse">To taste the sting in each sweet thing,</div> +<div class="vind2">To watch Love's roses fade,</div> +<div class="verse">The fruit to ashes turn, the gold</div> +<div class="verse">To worthless dross within our hold!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now which has most of grief and pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is the worse to bear:</div> +<div class="verse">The joy we crave and never have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or the curse of the granted prayer?</div> +<div class="verse">The baffled wish or the bitter rue—</div> +<div class="verse">Could our hearts choose between the two?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O will of God, thou blessèd will!</div> +<div class="vind2">Which, like a balmèd air,</div> +<div class="verse">The breath of souls about us rolls,</div> +<div class="vind2">Touching us everywhere,</div> +<div class="verse">Imparting, like a soft caress,</div> +<div class="verse">Healing, and help, and tenderness,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O will of God, be thou our will!</div> +<div class="vind2">Then, come or joy or pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Made one with thee it cannot be</div> +<div class="vind2">That we shall wish in vain,</div> +<div class="verse">And, whether granted or denied,</div> +<div class="verse">Our hearts shall be all satisfied.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUT OF TOUCH</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Only a smile, yes, only a smile</div> +<div class="verse">That a woman o'erburdened with grief</div> +<div class="verse">Expected from you; 'twould have given relief,</div> +<div class="vind2">For her heart ached sore the while;</div> +<div class="verse">But weary and cheerless she went away,</div> +<div class="verse">Because, as it happened, that very day</div> +<div class="vind2">You were "out of touch" with your Lord.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">{132}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Only a word, yes, only a word,</div> +<div class="verse">That the Spirit's small voice whispered "Speak";</div> +<div class="verse">But the worker passed onward unblessed and weak</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom you were meant to have stirred</div> +<div class="verse">To courage, devotion, and love anew,</div> +<div class="verse">Because when the message came to you</div> +<div class="vind2">You were "out of touch" with your Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Only a note, yes, only a note</div> +<div class="verse">To a friend in a distant land.</div> +<div class="verse">The Spirit said "Write," but then you had planned</div> +<div class="vind2">Some different work, and you thought</div> +<div class="verse">It mattered little. You did not know</div> +<div class="verse">'Twould have saved a soul from sin and woe;</div> +<div class="vind2">You were "out of touch" with your Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Only a song, yes, only a song</div> +<div class="verse">That the Spirit said "Sing to-night;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy voice is thy Master's by purchased right";</div> +<div class="vind2">But you thought, "'Mid this motley throng</div> +<div class="verse">I care not to sing of the city of gold"—</div> +<div class="verse">And the heart that your words might have reached grew cold;</div> +<div class="vind2">You were "out of touch" with your Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Only a day, yes, only a day!</div> +<div class="verse">But oh, can you guess, my friend,</div> +<div class="verse">Where the influence reaches, and where it will end</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the hours that you frittered away?</div> +<div class="verse">The Master's command is "Abide in me"</div> +<div class="verse">And fruitless and vain will your service be</div> +<div class="vind2">If "out of touch" with your Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean H. Watson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prayer is Innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant</div> +<div class="verse">'Twixt the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We may question with wand of science,</div> +<div class="vind2">Explain, decide, and discuss;</div> +<div class="verse">But only in meditation</div> +<div class="vind2">The Mystery speaks to us.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE VALLEY OF SILENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I walk down the Valley of Silence,</div> +<div class="vind2">Down the dim, voiceless valley alone!</div> +<div class="verse">And I hear not the fall of a footstep</div> +<div class="vind2">Around me—save God's and my own!</div> +<div class="verse">And the hush of my heart is as holy</div> +<div class="vind2">As hovers where angels have flown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Long ago was I weary of voices</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose music my heart could not win;</div> +<div class="verse">Long ago was I weary of noises</div> +<div class="vind2">That fretted my soul with their din;</div> +<div class="verse">Long ago was I weary of places</div> +<div class="vind2">Where I met but the human and sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And still did I pine for the perfect,</div> +<div class="vind2">And still found the false with the true;</div> +<div class="verse">I sought 'mid the human for heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">But caught a mere glimpse of the blue;</div> +<div class="verse">And I wept when the clouds of the world veiled</div> +<div class="vind2">Even <i>that</i> glimpse from my view.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I toiled on, heart-tired of the human,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I moaned 'mid the mazes of men,</div> +<div class="verse">Till I knelt, long ago, at an altar,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heard a Voice call me. Since then</div> +<div class="verse">I walk down the Valley of Silence</div> +<div class="vind2">That lies far beyond mortal ken.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do you ask what I found in the Valley?</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis my trysting place with the Divine.</div> +<div class="verse">When I fell at the feet of the Holy,</div> +<div class="vind2">And about me a voice said, "Be mine,"</div> +<div class="verse">There arose from the depths of my spirit</div> +<div class="vind2">An echo: "My heart shall be thine."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do you ask how I live in the Valley?</div> +<div class="vind2">I weep, and I dream, and I pray;</div> +<div class="verse">But my tears are as sweet as the dew-drops</div> +<div class="vind2">That fall on the roses in May;</div> +<div class="verse">And my prayer, like a perfume from censer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ascendeth to God night and day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the hush of the Valley of Silence,</div> +<div class="vind2">I dream all the songs that I sing;</div> +<div class="verse">And the music floats down the dim valley</div> +<div class="vind2">Till each finds a word for a wing,</div> +<div class="verse">That to men, like the doves of the deluge</div> +<div class="vind2">The message of peace they may bring.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">{133}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But far out on the deep there are billows</div> +<div class="vind2">That never shall break on the beach;</div> +<div class="verse">And I have heard songs in the silence</div> +<div class="vind2">That never shall float into speech;</div> +<div class="verse">And I have had dreams in the valley</div> +<div class="vind2">Too lofty for language to reach.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I have seen thoughts in the valley—</div> +<div class="vind2">Ah, me! how my spirit was stirred!</div> +<div class="verse">And they wear holy veils on their faces—</div> +<div class="vind2">Their footsteps can scarcely be heard;</div> +<div class="verse">They pass through the valley like virgins</div> +<div class="vind2">Too pure for the touch of a word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do you ask me the place of the Valley,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?</div> +<div class="verse">It lieth afar, between mountains,</div> +<div class="vind2">And God and his angels are there;</div> +<div class="verse">And one is the dark Mount of Sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">The other, the bright Mount of Prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Abram Joseph Ryan.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Because I seek thee not O seek thou me!</div> +<div class="vind2">Because my lips are dumb O hear the cry</div> +<div class="vind2">I do not utter as thou passest by,</div> +<div class="verse">And from my lifelong bondage set me free!</div> +<div class="verse">Because, content, I perish far from thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">O seize me, snatch me from my fate and try</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul in thy consuming fire! Draw nigh</div> +<div class="verse">And let me, blinded, thy salvation see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I were pouring at thy feet my tears,</div> +<div class="vind2">If I were clamoring to see thy face,</div> +<div class="vind2">I should not need thee, Lord, as now I need,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose dumb, dead soul knows neither hopes nor fears,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor dreads the outer darkness of this place.</div> +<div class="verse"><i>Because</i> I seek not, pray not, give thou heed.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PHARISEE AND PUBLICAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Two went to pray? O, rather say</div> +<div class="verse">One went to brag, the other to pray;</div> +<div class="verse">One stands up close and treads on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Where the other dares not lend his eye;</div> +<div class="verse">One nearer to God's altar trod,</div> +<div class="verse">The other to the altar's God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Crashaw.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A MOMENT IN THE MORNING</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A moment in the morning, ere the cares of the day begin,</div> +<div class="verse">Ere the heart's wide door is open for the world to enter in,</div> +<div class="verse">Ah, then, alone with Jesus, in the silence of the morn,</div> +<div class="verse">In heavenly sweet communion, let your duty-day be born.</div> +<div class="verse">In the quietude that blesses with a prelude of repose</div> +<div class="verse">Let your soul be smoothed and softened, as the dew revives the rose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A moment in the morning take your Bible in your hand,</div> +<div class="verse">And catch a glimpse of glory from the peaceful promised land:</div> +<div class="verse">It will linger still before you when you seek the busy mart,</div> +<div class="verse">And like flowers of hope will blossom into beauty in your heart.</div> +<div class="verse">The precious words, like jewels, will glisten all the day</div> +<div class="verse">With a rare effulgent glory that will brighten all the way;</div> +<div class="verse">When comes a sore temptation, and your feet are near a snare,</div> +<div class="verse">You may count them like a rosary and make each one a prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A moment in the morning—a moment, if no more—</div> +<div class="verse">Is better than an hour when the trying day is o'er.</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis the gentle dew from heaven, the manna for the day;</div> +<div class="verse">If you fail to gather early—alas! it melts away.</div> +<div class="verse">So, in the blush of morning, take the offered hand of love,</div> +<div class="verse">And walk in heaven's pathway and the peacefulness thereof.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur Lewis Tubbs.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AN INVITATION TO PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come to the morning prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Come, let us kneel and pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff</div> +<div class="vind2">To walk with God all day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At noon, beneath the Rock</div> +<div class="vind2">Of Ages rest and pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet is the shadow from the heat</div> +<div class="vind2">When the sun smites by day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">{134}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At eve, shut to the door,</div> +<div class="vind2">Round the home altar pray;</div> +<div class="verse">And finding there "the house of God"</div> +<div class="vind2">At "heaven's gate" close the day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When midnight seals our eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let each in spirit say,</div> +<div class="verse">"I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">With thee to watch and pray."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Montgomery.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SELFISH PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How we, poor players on life's little stage,</div> +<div class="verse">Thrust blindly at each other in our rage,</div> +<div class="verse">Quarrel and fret, yet rashly dare to pray</div> +<div class="verse">To God to keep us on our selfish way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We think to move him with our prayer and praise</div> +<div class="verse">To serve our needs, as in the old Greek days</div> +<div class="verse">Their gods came down and mingled in the fight</div> +<div class="verse">With mightier arms the flying foe to smite.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The laughter of those gods pealed down to man;</div> +<div class="verse">For heaven was but earth's upper story then,</div> +<div class="verse">Where goddesses about an apple strove</div> +<div class="verse">And the high gods fell humanly in love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>We</i> own a God whose presence fills the sky;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose sleepless eyes behold the worlds roll by;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose faithful memory numbers, one by one,</div> +<div class="verse">The sons of man, and calls them each his son.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Louise Chandler Moulton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To make rough places plain, and crooked straight;</div> +<div class="verse">To help the weak; to envy not the strong;</div> +<div class="verse">To make the earth a sweeter dwelling place,</div> +<div class="verse">In little ways, or if we may, in great,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the world to help the heavenly song,</div> +<div class="verse">We pray, Lord Jesus, grant to us thy grace!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TWO RELIGIONS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A woman sat by a hearthside place</div> +<div class="verse">Reading a book, with a pleasant face,</div> +<div class="verse">Till a child came up, with a childish frown,</div> +<div class="verse">And pushed the book, saying, "Put it down."</div> +<div class="verse">Then the mother, slapping his curly head,</div> +<div class="verse">Said, "Troublesome child, go off to bed;</div> +<div class="verse">A great deal of Christ's life I must know</div> +<div class="verse">To train you up as a child should go."</div> +<div class="verse">And the child went off to bed to cry,</div> +<div class="verse">And denounce religion—by and by.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Another woman bent over a book</div> +<div class="verse">With a smile of joy and an intent look,</div> +<div class="verse">Till a child came up and jogged her knee,</div> +<div class="verse">And said of the book, "Put it down—take me."</div> +<div class="verse">Then the mother sighed as she stroked his head,</div> +<div class="verse">Saying softly, "I never shall get it read:</div> +<div class="verse">But I'll try by loving to learn His will,</div> +<div class="verse">And his love into my child instill."</div> +<div class="verse">That child went to bed without a sigh,</div> +<div class="verse">And will love religion—by and by.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A LIFE HID WITH CHRIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a life with Christ to live;</div> +<div class="vind2">But ere I live it must I wait</div> +<div class="verse">Till learning can clear answer give</div> +<div class="vind2">Of this or that book's date?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a life in Christ to live,</div> +<div class="vind2">I have a death in Christ to die;</div> +<div class="verse">And must I wait till science give</div> +<div class="vind2">All doubts a full reply?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, rather, while the sea of doubt</div> +<div class="verse">Is raging wildly round about,</div> +<div class="verse">Questioning of life and death and sin,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me but creep within</div> +<div class="verse">Thy fold, O Christ, and at thy feet</div> +<div class="verse">Take but the lowest seat,</div> +<div class="verse">And hear thine awful voice repeat</div> +<div class="verse">In gentlest accents, heavenly sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">"Come unto me and rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Believe me, and be blest."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Campbell Shairp.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still raise for good the supplicating voice,</div> +<div class="verse">But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dr. Samuel Johnson.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">{135}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAY ALWAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go when the morning shineth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Go when the noon is bright,</div> +<div class="verse">Go when the eve declineth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Go in the hush of night;</div> +<div class="verse">Go with pure mind and feeling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fling earthly thoughts away,</div> +<div class="verse">And, in thy chamber kneeling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do thou in secret pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Remember all who love thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">All who are loved by thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Pray, too, for those who hate thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">If any such there be.</div> +<div class="verse">Then for thyself in meekness</div> +<div class="vind2">A blessing humbly claim,</div> +<div class="verse">And link with thy petition</div> +<div class="vind2">The great Redeemer's name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee</div> +<div class="vind2">In solitude to pray,</div> +<div class="verse">Should holy thoughts come o'er thee</div> +<div class="vind2">When friends are round thy way,</div> +<div class="verse">E'en then the silent breathing</div> +<div class="vind2">Of thy spirit, raised above,</div> +<div class="verse">May reach His throne of glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Who is mercy, truth and love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh! not a joy or blessing</div> +<div class="vind2">With this can we compare:</div> +<div class="verse">The power that he hath given us</div> +<div class="vind2">To pour our hearts in prayer.</div> +<div class="verse">Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness</div> +<div class="vind2">Before His footstool fall,</div> +<div class="verse">And remember in thy gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">His grace who gave thee all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jane C. Simpson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More things are wrought by prayer</div> +<div class="verse">Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice</div> +<div class="verse">Rise like a fountain for me night and day.</div> +<div class="verse">For what are men better than sheep or goats,</div> +<div class="verse">That nourish a blind life within the brain,</div> +<div class="verse">If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Both for themselves and those who call them friend.</div> +<div class="verse">For so the whole round earth is every way</div> +<div class="verse">Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ENOCH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He walked with God, by faith, in solitude,</div> +<div class="vind2">At early dawn or tranquil eventide;</div> +<div class="vind2">In some lone leafy place he would abide</div> +<div class="verse">Till his whole being was with God imbued.</div> +<div class="verse">He walked with God amid the multitude;</div> +<div class="vind2">No threats or smiles could his firm soul divide</div> +<div class="vind2">From that beloved presence at his side</div> +<div class="verse">Whose still small voice silenced earth's noises rude.</div> +<div class="verse">Boldly abroad to men he testified</div> +<div class="verse">How "the Lord cometh" and the judgment brings;</div> +<div class="verse">Gently at home he trained his "sons and daughters";</div> +<div class="verse">Till, praying, a bright chariot he espied</div> +<div class="verse">Sent to translate him, as on angels' wings,</div> +<div class="verse">To walk with God beside heaven's "living waters."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—R. Wilton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A WORKER'S PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, speak to me, that I may speak</div> +<div class="vind2">In living echoes of thy tone;</div> +<div class="verse">As thou hast sought, so let me seek</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy erring children, lost and lone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach</div> +<div class="vind2">The precious things thou dost impart;</div> +<div class="verse">And wing my words that they may reach</div> +<div class="vind2">The hidden depths of many a heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, give thine own sweet rest to me,</div> +<div class="vind2">That I may speak with soothing power</div> +<div class="verse">A word in season, as from thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">To weary ones in needful hour.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Just as thou wilt, and when and where;</div> +<div class="verse">Until thy blessed face I see,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God answers prayer—</div> +<div class="verse">Answers always, everywhere,</div> +<div class="verse">I may cast my anxious care,</div> +<div class="verse">Burdens I could never bear,</div> +<div class="verse">On the God who heareth prayer.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">{136}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUBMISSION AND REST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The camel, at the close of day</div> +<div class="verse">Kneels down upon the sandy plain</div> +<div class="verse">To have his burden lifted off</div> +<div class="vind6">And rest again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul, thou too should to thy knees</div> +<div class="verse">When daylight draweth to a close,</div> +<div class="verse">And let thy Master lift the load</div> +<div class="vind6">And grant repose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Else how couldst thou to-morrow meet,</div> +<div class="verse">With all to-morrow's work to do,</div> +<div class="verse">If thou thy burden all the night</div> +<div class="vind6">Dost carry through?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The camel kneels at break of day</div> +<div class="verse">To have his guide replace his load;</div> +<div class="verse">Then rises up anew to take</div> +<div class="vind6">The desert road.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So thou shouldst kneel at morning's dawn</div> +<div class="verse">That God may give thee daily care;</div> +<div class="verse">Assured that he no load too great</div> +<div class="vind6">Will make thee bear.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TAKE TIME TO BE HOLY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take time to be holy;</div> +<div class="vind2">Speak oft with thy Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">Abide in him always,</div> +<div class="vind2">And feed on his word;</div> +<div class="verse">Make friends of God's children,</div> +<div class="vind2">Help those who are weak,</div> +<div class="verse">Forgetting in nothing</div> +<div class="vind2">His blessing to seek.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take time to be holy;</div> +<div class="vind2">The world rushes on;</div> +<div class="verse">Spend much time in secret</div> +<div class="vind2">With Jesus alone;</div> +<div class="verse">By looking at Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Like him thou shalt be;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy friends in thy conduct</div> +<div class="vind2">His likeness shall see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take time to be holy;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let him be thy Guide,</div> +<div class="verse">And run not before him</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever betide;</div> +<div class="verse">In joy or in sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Still follow thy Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">And, looking to Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still trust in his word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take time to be holy;</div> +<div class="vind2">Be calm in thy soul;</div> +<div class="verse">Each thought and each motive</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath his control;</div> +<div class="verse">Thus led by his Spirit</div> +<div class="vind2">To fountains of love,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou soon shalt be fitted</div> +<div class="vind2">For service above.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—W. D. Longstaff.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAYER FOR STRENGTH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, before thy footstool kneeling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Once more my heart goes up to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">For aid, for strength, to thee appealing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou who alone canst succor me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hear me! for heart and flesh are failing,</div> +<div class="vind2">My spirit yielding in the strife;</div> +<div class="verse">And anguish wild as unavailing</div> +<div class="vind2">Sweeps in a flood across my life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Help me to stem the tide of sorrow;</div> +<div class="vind2">Help me to bear thy chastening rod;</div> +<div class="verse">Give me endurance; let me borrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Strength from thy promise, O my God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not mine the grief which words may lighten;</div> +<div class="vind2">Not mine the tears of common woes;</div> +<div class="verse">The pang with which my heart-strings tighten</div> +<div class="vind2">Only the All-seeing One may know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I am weak, my feeble spirit</div> +<div class="vind2">Shrinks from life's task in wild dismay;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet not that thou that task wouldst spare it,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Father, do I dare to pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Into my soul thy might infusing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Strengthening my spirit by thine own;</div> +<div class="verse">Help me, all other aid refusing,</div> +<div class="vind2">To cling to thee, and thee alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And O in my exceeding weakness</div> +<div class="vind2">Make thy strength perfect; thou art strong:</div> +<div class="verse">Aid me to do thy will with meekness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou to whom all my powers belong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O let me feel that thou art near me;</div> +<div class="vind2">Close to thy side, I shall not fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Hear me, O Strength of Israel, hear me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sustain and aid! in mercy hear.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">{137}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, send thy light,</div> +<div class="verse">Not only in the darkest night,</div> +<div class="verse">But in the shadowy, dim twilight,</div> +<div class="verse">Wherein my strained and aching sight</div> +<div class="verse">Can scarce distinguish wrong from right,</div> +<div class="vind6">Then send thy light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to pray.</div> +<div class="verse">Not only in the morning gray,</div> +<div class="verse">Or when the moonbeam's silver ray</div> +<div class="verse">Falls on me, but at high noonday,</div> +<div class="verse">When pleasure beckons me away,</div> +<div class="vind6">Teach me to pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Constance Milman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR BURDEN BEARER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The little sharp vexations</div> +<div class="vind2">And the briars that cut the feet,</div> +<div class="verse">Why not take all to the Helper</div> +<div class="vind2">Who has never failed us yet?</div> +<div class="verse">Tell him about the heartache,</div> +<div class="vind2">And tell him the longings too,</div> +<div class="verse">Tell him the baffled purpose</div> +<div class="vind2">When we scarce know what to do.</div> +<div class="verse">Then, leaving all our weakness</div> +<div class="vind2">With the One divinely strong,</div> +<div class="verse">Forget that we bore the burden</div> +<div class="vind2">And carry away the song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Phillips Brooks.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My proud foe at my hands to take no boon will choose.</div> +<div class="verse">Thy prayers are that one gift which he cannot refuse.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ANSWER TO PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man's plea to man is, that he nevermore</div> +<div class="verse">Will beg, and that he never begged before;</div> +<div class="verse">Man's plea to God is, that he did obtain</div> +<div class="verse">A former suit, and therefore sues again.</div> +<div class="verse">How good a God we serve, that, when we sue,</div> +<div class="verse">Makes his old gifts examples of his new.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Quarles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TALHAIRN'S PRAYER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant me, O God, thy merciful protection;</div> +<div class="verse">And, in protection, give me strength, I pray;</div> +<div class="verse">And, in my strength, O grant me wise discretion;</div> +<div class="verse">And, in discretion, make me ever just;</div> +<div class="verse">And, with my justice, may I mingle love,</div> +<div class="verse">And, with my love, O God, the love of thee;</div> +<div class="verse">And, with the love of thee, the love of all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Welsh.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">O sad estate</div> +<div class="verse">Of human wretchedness! so weak is man,</div> +<div class="verse">So ignorant and blind, that did not God</div> +<div class="verse">Sometimes withhold in mercy what we ask,</div> +<div class="verse">We should be ruined at our own request.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Hannah More.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why win we not at once what we in prayer require?</div> +<div class="verse">That we may learn great things as greatly to desire.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">{138}</a></span></p> + +<h2>JOY</h2> + +<h3>PRAISE, CHEERFULNESS, HAPPINESS</h3> + + +<h4>THE SECRET OF A HAPPY DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to let thy Father do</div> +<div class="vind6">What he will;</div> +<div class="verse">Just to know that he is true</div> +<div class="vind6">And be still.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to follow hour by hour</div> +<div class="vind6">As He leadeth;</div> +<div class="verse">Just to draw the moment's power</div> +<div class="vind6">As it needeth.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to trust Him, this is all!</div> +<div class="vind2">Then the day will surely be</div> +<div class="verse">Peaceful, whatsoe'er befall,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bright and blessèd, calm and free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to let Him speak to thee</div> +<div class="vind6">Through his word,</div> +<div class="verse">Watching that his voice may be</div> +<div class="vind6">Clearly heard.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to tell Him every thing</div> +<div class="vind6">As it rises,</div> +<div class="verse">And at once to him to bring</div> +<div class="vind6">All surprises.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to listen, and to stay</div> +<div class="vind2">Where you cannot miss His voice,</div> +<div class="verse">This is all! and thus to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Communing, you shall rejoice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to ask Him what to do</div> +<div class="vind6">All the day,</div> +<div class="verse">And to make you quick and true</div> +<div class="vind6">To obey.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to know the needed grace</div> +<div class="vind6">He bestoweth,</div> +<div class="verse">Every bar of time and place</div> +<div class="vind6">Overfloweth.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to take thy orders straight</div> +<div class="vind2">From the Master's own command.</div> +<div class="verse">Blessèd day! when thus we wait</div> +<div class="vind2">Always at our Sovereign's hand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to recollect his love,</div> +<div class="vind6">Always true;</div> +<div class="verse">Always shining from above,</div> +<div class="vind6">Always new.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to recognize its light,</div> +<div class="vind6">All-enfolding;</div> +<div class="verse">Just to claim its present might,</div> +<div class="vind6">All-upholding.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to know it as thine own,</div> +<div class="vind2">That no power can take away;</div> +<div class="verse">Is not this enough alone</div> +<div class="vind2">For the gladness of the day?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to trust, and yet to ask</div> +<div class="vind6">Guidance still;</div> +<div class="verse">Take the training or the task</div> +<div class="vind6">As He will.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to take the joy or pain</div> +<div class="vind6">As He lends it;</div> +<div class="verse">Just to take the loss or gain</div> +<div class="vind6">As he sends it</div> +<div class="verse">He who formed thee for his praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Will not miss the gracious aim;</div> +<div class="verse">So to-day, and all thy days,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be molded for the same.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Just to leave in His dear hand</div> +<div class="vind6"><i>Little</i> things;</div> +<div class="verse">All we cannot understand,</div> +<div class="vind6">All that stings.</div> +<div class="verse">Just to let Him take the care</div> +<div class="vind6">Sorely pressing,</div> +<div class="verse">Finding all we let him bear</div> +<div class="vind6">Changed to blessing.</div> +<div class="verse">This is all! and yet the way</div> +<div class="vind2">Marked by Him who loves thee best;</div> +<div class="verse">Secret of a happy day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Secret of his promised rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD MEANS US TO BE HAPPY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God means us to be happy;</div> +<div class="vind2">He fills the short-lived years</div> +<div class="verse">With loving, tender mercies—</div> +<div class="vind2">With smiles as well as tears.</div> +<div class="verse">Flowers blossom by the pathway,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or, withering, they shed</div> +<div class="verse">Their sweetest fragrance over</div> +<div class="vind2">The bosoms of our dead.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">{139}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God filled the earth with beauty;</div> +<div class="vind2">He touched the hills with light;</div> +<div class="verse">He crowned the waving forest</div> +<div class="vind2">With living verdure bright;</div> +<div class="verse">He taught the bird its carol,</div> +<div class="vind2">He gave the wind its voice,</div> +<div class="verse">And to the smallest insect</div> +<div class="vind2">Its moment to rejoice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What life hath not its blessing?</div> +<div class="vind2">Who hath not songs to sing,</div> +<div class="verse">Or grateful words to utter,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or wealth of love to bring?</div> +<div class="verse">Tried in affliction's furnace</div> +<div class="vind2">The gold becomes more pure—</div> +<div class="verse">So strong doth sorrow make us,</div> +<div class="vind2">So patient to endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No way is dark and dreary</div> +<div class="vind2">If God be with us there;</div> +<div class="verse">No danger can befall us</div> +<div class="vind2">When sheltered by his care.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should our eyes be blinded</div> +<div class="vind2">To all earth's glorious bloom?</div> +<div class="verse">Why sit we in the shadow</div> +<div class="vind2">That falls upon the tomb?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Look up and catch the sunbeams!</div> +<div class="vind2">See how the day doth dawn!</div> +<div class="verse">Gather the scented roses</div> +<div class="vind2">That grow beside the thorn!</div> +<div class="verse">God's pitying love doth seek us;</div> +<div class="vind2">He leads us to his rest;</div> +<div class="verse">And from a thousand pathways</div> +<div class="vind2">He chooses what is best.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE PICTURE OF A HAPPY MAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How blest is he, though ever crossed,</div> +<div class="vind2">That can all crosses blessings make;</div> +<div class="verse">That finds himself ere he be lost,</div> +<div class="vind2">And lose that found for virtue's sake.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yea, blest is he, in life and death,</div> +<div class="vind2">That fears not death nor loves this life;</div> +<div class="verse">That sets his will his wit beneath;</div> +<div class="vind2">And hath continual peace in strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That naught observes but what preserves</div> +<div class="vind2">His mind and body from offense;</div> +<div class="verse">That neither courts nor seasons serves,</div> +<div class="vind2">And learns without experience.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That loves his body for his soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">Soul for his mind, his mind for God,</div> +<div class="verse">God for himself, and doth control</div> +<div class="vind2">Content, if it with him be odd.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That rests in action, acting naught</div> +<div class="vind2">But what is good in deed and show;</div> +<div class="verse">That seeks but God within his thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thinks but God to love and know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That lives too low for envy's looks,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yet too high for loathed contempt;</div> +<div class="verse">That makes his friends good men and books</div> +<div class="vind2">And naught without them doth attempt.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That ever lives a light to all,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though oft obscurèd like the sun;</div> +<div class="verse">And, though his fortunes be but small,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet Fortune doth not seek nor shun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That never looks but grace to find,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor seeks for knowledge to be known;</div> +<div class="verse">That makes a kingdom of his mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherein, with God, he reigns alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This man is great with little state,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lord of the world epitomized,</div> +<div class="verse">Who with staid front outfaceth Fate</div> +<div class="vind2">And, being empty, is sufficed—</div> +<div class="verse">Or is sufficed with little, since (at least)</div> +<div class="verse">He makes his conscience a continual feast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Davies, of Hereford.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THANKS FOR PAIN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, I thank thee who hast made</div> +<div class="vind2">The earth so bright;</div> +<div class="verse">So full of splendor and of joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beauty and light;</div> +<div class="verse">So many glorious things are here,</div> +<div class="vind2">Noble and right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, too, that thou hast made</div> +<div class="vind2">Joy to abound;</div> +<div class="verse">So many gentle thoughts and deeds</div> +<div class="vind2">Circling us round;</div> +<div class="verse">That in the darkest spot of earth</div> +<div class="vind2">Some love is found.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee more that all our joy</div> +<div class="vind2">Is touched with pain;</div> +<div class="verse">That shadows fall on brightest hours;</div> +<div class="vind2">That thorns remain;</div> +<div class="verse">So that earth's bliss may be our guide</div> +<div class="vind2">And not our chain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept</div> +<div class="vind2">The best in store;</div> +<div class="verse">We have enough, yet not too much,</div> +<div class="vind2">To long for more;</div> +<div class="verse">A yearning for a deeper peace</div> +<div class="vind2">Not known before.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">{140}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls</div> +<div class="vind2">Though amply blest,</div> +<div class="verse">Can never find, although they seek,</div> +<div class="vind2">A perfect rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor ever shall until they lean</div> +<div class="vind2">On Jesus' breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE RIDICULOUS OPTIMIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There was once a man who smiled</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the day was bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because he slept at night,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because God gave him sight</div> +<div class="verse">To gaze upon his child;</div> +<div class="vind2">Because his little one,</div> +<div class="vind2">Could leap and laugh and run;</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the distant sun</div> +<div class="verse">Smiled on the earth he smiled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He smiled because the sky</div> +<div class="vind2">Was high above his head,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the rose was red,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the past was dead!</div> +<div class="verse">He never wondered why</div> +<div class="vind2">The Lord had blundered so</div> +<div class="vind2">That all things have to go</div> +<div class="vind2">The wrong way, here below</div> +<div class="verse">The overarching sky.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He toiled, and still was glad</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the air was free,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because he loved, and she</div> +<div class="vind2">That claimed his love and he</div> +<div class="verse">Shared all the joys they had!</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the grasses grew,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because the sweet winds blew,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because that he could hew</div> +<div class="verse">And hammer, he was glad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Because he lived he smiled,</div> +<div class="vind2">And did not look ahead</div> +<div class="vind2">With bitterness or dread,</div> +<div class="vind2">But nightly sought his bed</div> +<div class="verse">As calmly as a child.</div> +<div class="vind2">And people called him mad</div> +<div class="vind2">For being always glad</div> +<div class="vind2">With such things as he had,</div> +<div class="verse">And shook their heads and smiled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Ellsworth Kiser.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The soul contains a window where</div> +<div class="verse">It may receive the sun and air,</div> +<div class="verse">But some with self the window cloy,</div> +<div class="verse">And shut out all the light and joy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAISE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou, whose bounty fills my cup</div> +<div class="vind2">With every blessing meet!</div> +<div class="verse">I give thee thanks for every drop—</div> +<div class="vind2">The bitter and the sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I praise Thee for the desert road,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for the riverside;</div> +<div class="verse">For all thy goodness hath bestowed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all thy grace denied.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank Thee for both smile and frown,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for the gain and loss;</div> +<div class="verse">I praise thee for the future crown</div> +<div class="vind2">And for the present cross.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank Thee for the wing of love</div> +<div class="vind2">Which stirred my worldly nest;</div> +<div class="verse">And for the stormy clouds which drove</div> +<div class="vind2">Me, trembling, to thy breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bless Thee for the glad increase,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for the waning joy;</div> +<div class="verse">And for this strange, this settled peace,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which nothing can destroy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jane Crewdson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THANKSGIVING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, for the erring thought</div> +<div class="verse">Not into evil wrought,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, for the wicked will,</div> +<div class="verse">Betrayed and baffled still,</div> +<div class="verse">For the heart from itself kept,</div> +<div class="verse">Our thanksgiving accept.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the ignorant hopes that were</div> +<div class="verse">Broken to our blind prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">For pain, death, sorrow, sent</div> +<div class="verse">Unto our chastisement;</div> +<div class="verse">For all loss of seeming good,</div> +<div class="verse">Quicken our gratitude.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Dean Howells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RING, HAPPY BELLS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring out the grief that saps the mind,</div> +<div class="vind2">For those that here we see no more;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring out the feud of rich and poor,</div> +<div class="verse">Ring in redress to all mankind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring out a slowly-dying cause,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ancient forms of party strife;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring in the nobler modes of life,</div> +<div class="verse">With sweeter manners, purer laws.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">{141}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring out the want, the care, the sin,</div> +<div class="vind2">The faithless coldness of the times;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,</div> +<div class="verse">But ring the fuller minstrel in.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring out false pride in place and blood,</div> +<div class="vind2">The civic slander and the spite;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring in the love of truth and right</div> +<div class="verse">Ring in the common love of good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring out old shapes of foul disease;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring out the thousand wars of old,</div> +<div class="verse">Ring in the thousand years of peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ring in the valiant man and free,</div> +<div class="vind2">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ring out the darkness of the land,</div> +<div class="verse">Ring in the Christ that is to be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CLEAR VISION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Break forth, my lips, in praise, and own</div> +<div class="vind2">The wiser love severely kind;</div> +<div class="verse">Since, richer for its chastening grown,</div> +<div class="vind2">I see, whereas I once was blind.</div> +<div class="verse">The world, O Father, hath not wronged</div> +<div class="verse">With loss the life by thee prolonged;</div> +<div class="verse">But still, with every added year,</div> +<div class="verse">More beautiful thy works appear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As thou hast made thy world without,</div> +<div class="vind2">Make thou more fair my world within;</div> +<div class="verse">Shine through its lingering clouds of doubt;</div> +<div class="vind2">Rebuke its haunting shapes of sin;</div> +<div class="verse">Fill, brief or long, my granted span</div> +<div class="verse">Of life with love to thee and man;</div> +<div class="verse">Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest.</div> +<div class="verse">But let my last days be my best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then let us smile when skies are gray,</div> +<div class="vind2">And laugh at stormy weather!</div> +<div class="verse">And sing life's lonesome times away;</div> +<div class="verse">So—worry and the dreariest day</div> +<div class="vind2">Will find an end together!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Paul and Silas in their prison</div> +<div class="verse">Sang of Christ the Lord arisen;</div> +<div class="verse">And an earthquake's arm of might</div> +<div class="verse">Broke their dungeon gates at night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SCATTER SUNSHINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In a world where sorrow ever will be known,</div> +<div class="verse">Where are found the needy, and the sad and lone;</div> +<div class="verse">How much joy and comfort we can all bestow</div> +<div class="verse">If we scatter sunshine everywhere we go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Slightest actions often meet the sorest needs,</div> +<div class="verse">For the world wants daily little kindly deeds;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, what care and sorrow we may help remove,</div> +<div class="verse">With our songs and courage, sympathy and love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the days are gloomy, sing some happy song,</div> +<div class="verse">Meet the world's repining with a courage strong;</div> +<div class="verse">Go, with faith undaunted, through the ills of life,</div> +<div class="verse">Scatter smiles and sunshine o'er its toil and strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lanta Wilson Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SOWING JOY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I met a child, and kissed it; who shall say</div> +<div class="vind2">I stole a joy in which I had no part?</div> +<div class="verse">The happy creature from that very day</div> +<div class="vind2">Hath felt the more his little human heart.</div> +<div class="verse">Now when I pass he runs away and smiles,</div> +<div class="verse">And tries to seem afraid with pretty wiles.</div> +<div class="vind2">I am a happier and a richer man,</div> +<div class="verse">Since I have sown this new joy in the earth;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis no small thing for us to reap stray mirth</div> +<div class="vind2">In every sunny wayside where we can.</div> +<div class="verse">It is a joy to me to be a joy</div> +<div class="vind2">Which may in the most lowly heart take root;</div> +<div class="verse">And it is gladness to that little boy</div> +<div class="vind2">To look out for me at the mountain foot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sow thou sorrow and thou shalt reap it;</div> +<div class="verse">Sow thou joy and thou shalt keep it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">{142}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A LANCASHIRE DOXOLOGY</h4> + +<div class="blockind"><p class="neg">(Written in May, 1863, when cotton came to Lancashire, enabling the +mills to open after being long closed. The suffering, grateful women +sang the Doxology.)</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Praise God from whom all blessings flow."</div> +<div class="verse">Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord who takes—the Lord who gives—</div> +<div class="verse">O praise him, all that dies, and lives.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He opens and he shuts his hand,</div> +<div class="verse">But why, we cannot understand.</div> +<div class="verse">Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,</div> +<div class="verse">And yet is still All-perfect Good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We fathom not the mighty plan,</div> +<div class="verse">The mystery of God and man;</div> +<div class="verse">We women, when afflictions come,</div> +<div class="verse">We only suffer and are dumb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when, the tempest passing by,</div> +<div class="verse">He gleams out, sun-like, through our sky,</div> +<div class="verse">We look up and, through black clouds riven,</div> +<div class="verse">We recognize the smile of Heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ours is no wisdom of the wise.</div> +<div class="verse">We have no deep philosophies;</div> +<div class="verse">Childlike we take both kiss and rod,</div> +<div class="verse">For he who loveth knoweth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through night to light! And though to mortal eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">Creation's face a pall of horror wear,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! the gloom of midnight flies;</div> +<div class="vind2">Then shall a sunrise follow, mild and fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through storm to calm! And though his thunder car</div> +<div class="vind2">The rumbling tempest drive through earth and sky,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! The elemental war</div> +<div class="vind2">Tells that the blessèd healing hour is nigh.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through frost to spring! And though the biting blast</div> +<div class="vind2">Of Eurus stiffen nature's juicy veins,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! When winter's wrath is past,</div> +<div class="vind2">Soft-murmuring spring breathes sweetly o'er the plains.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through strife to peace! And though with bristling front</div> +<div class="vind2">A thousand frightful deaths encompass thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! brave thou the battle's brunt,</div> +<div class="vind2">For the peace-march and song of victory.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through toil to sleep! And though the sultry noon</div> +<div class="vind2">With heavy drooping wing oppress thee now,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! the cool of evening soon</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall lull to sweet repose thy weary brow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through cross to crown! And though thy spirit's life</div> +<div class="vind2">Trials untold assail with giant strength,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! soon ends the bitter strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through woe to joy! And though at morn thou weep,</div> +<div class="vind2">And though the midnight find thee weeping still,</div> +<div class="verse">Good cheer! good cheer! the Shepherd loves his sheep;</div> +<div class="vind2">Resign thee to the watchful Father's will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Rosegarten, tr. by Charles Timothy Brooks.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Talk Happiness. The world is sad enough</div> +<div class="verse">Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;</div> +<div class="verse">Look for the places that are smooth and clear,</div> +<div class="verse">And speak of those to rest the weary ear</div> +<div class="verse">Of earth, so hurt by one continuous strain</div> +<div class="verse">Of human discontent and grief and pain.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">{143}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SERVE GOD AND BE CHEERFUL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. Make brighter</div> +<div class="vind2">The brightness that falls to thy lot;</div> +<div class="verse">The rare, or the daily sent, blessing</div> +<div class="vind2">Profane not with gloom or with doubt.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. Each sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Is—with thy will in God's—for the best.</div> +<div class="verse">O'er the cloud hangs the rainbow. To-morrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Will see the blue sky in the west.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. Look upward!</div> +<div class="vind2">God's countenance scatters the gloom;</div> +<div class="verse">And the soft summer light of his heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Shines over the cross and the tomb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. The wrinkles</div> +<div class="vind2">Of age we may take with a smile;</div> +<div class="verse">But the wrinkles of faithless foreboding</div> +<div class="vind2">Are the crow's-feet of Beelzebub's guile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. The winter</div> +<div class="vind2">Rolls round to the beautiful spring.</div> +<div class="verse">And o'er the green grave of the snowdrift</div> +<div class="vind2">The nest-building robins will sing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serve God and be cheerful. Live nobly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do right, and do good. Make the best</div> +<div class="verse">Of the gifts and the work put before you,</div> +<div class="vind2">And to God without fear leave the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Newell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BRING EVERY BURDEN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord—</div> +<div class="verse">Grace to go forward wherever he guide thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Simply believing the truth of his word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Earthliness, coldness, unthankful behavior—</div> +<div class="vind2">Ah! thou mayst sorrow, but do not despair.</div> +<div class="verse">Even this grief thou mayst bring to thy Saviour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cast upon him this burden of care!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bring all thy hardness—His power can subdue it,</div> +<div class="vind2">How full is the promise! The blessing how free:</div> +<div class="verse">"Whatsoever ye ask in my name, I will do it;</div> +<div class="vind2">Abide in my love and be joyful in me."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY LOVING KINDNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not always the path is easy;</div> +<div class="vind2">There are thickets hung with gloom,</div> +<div class="verse">There are rough and stony places</div> +<div class="vind2">Where never the roses bloom.</div> +<div class="verse">But oft, when the way is hardest,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am conscious of One at my side</div> +<div class="verse">Whose hands and whose feet are wounded,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I'm happy and safe with my Guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better than friends and kindred,</div> +<div class="vind2">Better than love and rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Dearer than hope and triumph,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the name I wear on my breast.</div> +<div class="verse">I feel my way through the shadows</div> +<div class="vind2">With a confident heart and brave;</div> +<div class="verse">I shall live in the light beyond them;</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall conquer death and the grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Often when tried and tempted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Often, ashamed of sin—</div> +<div class="verse">That, strong as an armed invader,</div> +<div class="vind2">Has made wreck of the peace within—</div> +<div class="verse">That wonderful loving-kindness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Patient and full and free,</div> +<div class="verse">Has stooped for my consolation;</div> +<div class="vind2">Has brought a blessing to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Therefore my lips shall praise thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Therefore, let come what may,</div> +<div class="verse">To the height of a solemn gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">My song shall arise to-day.</div> +<div class="verse">Not on the drooping willow</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall I hang my harp in the land,</div> +<div class="verse">When the Lord himself has cheered me</div> +<div class="vind2">By the touch of his pierced hand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To try each day his will to know;</div> +<div class="verse">To tread the way his will may show;</div> +<div class="verse">To live for him who gave me life;</div> +<div class="verse">To strive for him who suffered strife</div> +<div class="verse">And sacrifice through death for me—</div> +<div class="verse">Let this my joy, my portion be.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">{144}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THANKS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, Lord, for mine unanswered prayers,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unanswered save thy quiet, kindly "Nay";</div> +<div class="verse">Yet it seemed hard among my heavy cares—</div> +<div class="vind6">That bitter day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wanted joy; but Thou didst know for me</div> +<div class="vind2">That sorrow was the gift I needed most,</div> +<div class="verse">And in its mystic depths I learned to see</div> +<div class="vind6">The Holy Ghost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wanted health; but thou didst bid me sound</div> +<div class="vind2">The secret treasuries of pain,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the moans and groans my heart oft found</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy Christ again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wanted wealth; 'twas not the better part;</div> +<div class="vind2">There is a wealth with poverty oft given.</div> +<div class="verse">And thou didst teach me of the gold of heart—</div> +<div class="vind6">Best gift of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, Lord, for these unanswered prayers,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for thy word, the quiet, kindly "Nay."</div> +<div class="verse">'Twas thy withholding lightened all my cares</div> +<div class="vind6">That blessed day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Huckel.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE GLORIOUS MORN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Open the shutters free and wide.</div> +<div class="vind2">And "glorify the room";</div> +<div class="verse">That no dark shadows here may bide—</div> +<div class="vind2">That there be naught of gloom.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What joy to breathe the morning air,</div> +<div class="vind2">And see the sun again;</div> +<div class="verse">With living things God's love to share,</div> +<div class="vind2">In recompense for pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Coyle.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For all the evils under the sun</div> +<div class="verse">There is some remedy or none;</div> +<div class="verse">If there is one be sure to find it;</div> +<div class="verse">If there is none, why, never mind it.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVENING PRAISE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Again, O God, the night shuts down,</div> +<div class="vind2">Again I kneel to praise!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy wisdom, love, and truth and power</div> +<div class="vind2">Have long made glad my days.</div> +<div class="verse">And, now, with added gratitude,</div> +<div class="vind2">An evening hymn I raise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I take the attitude of prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">But not for gifts to plead;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy bounty, far beyond desert,</div> +<div class="vind2">Has more than met my need;</div> +<div class="verse">So, well content, I worship Thee</div> +<div class="vind2">In thought and word and deed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou bidst me ask, if I'd receive,</div> +<div class="vind2">And seek, if I would find;</div> +<div class="verse">But surely Thou wilt not condemn</div> +<div class="vind2">A heart to trust inclined.</div> +<div class="verse">Give what is best; Thou knowest all.</div> +<div class="vind2">How blest the quiet mind!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I praise thee that in all the hours</div> +<div class="vind2">And moments, as they glide,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy providence enfoldeth close;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy blessings rich abide;</div> +<div class="verse">And Thou dost keep in perfect peace</div> +<div class="vind2">Those who in thee confide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I praise thee for what seemeth good,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for what seemeth ill.</div> +<div class="verse">Appearances are vain deceits;</div> +<div class="vind2">Above them stands thy will;</div> +<div class="verse">By faith, not sight, thy children walk,</div> +<div class="vind2">In hottest fire hold still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Accept the off'ring that I lay</div> +<div class="vind2">In gladness at thy feet;</div> +<div class="verse">My heart o'erflows with keenest joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">With ecstacy complete.</div> +<div class="verse">Because, in all vicissitudes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy constancy I greet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt not cease to love me well,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor fail to hold me fast;</div> +<div class="verse">Though pain may come, it cannot harm;</div> +<div class="vind2">My care on thee is cast,</div> +<div class="verse">For future good he'll surely send</div> +<div class="vind2">Who sent so sweet a past.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise runs the world around;</div> +<div class="verse">And so this little heart of mine</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall ne'er in gloom be found,</div> +<div class="verse">Rejoicing that all days and nights</div> +<div class="vind2">May with thy praise resound.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">{145}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GO TELL JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bury thy sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">The world has its share;</div> +<div class="verse">Bury it deeply,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hide it with care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think of it calmly</div> +<div class="vind2">When curtained by night;</div> +<div class="verse">Tell it to Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all will be right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tell it to Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">He knoweth thy grief;</div> +<div class="verse">Tell it to Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">He'll send thee relief.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Gather the sunlight</div> +<div class="vind2">Aglow on thy way;</div> +<div class="verse">Gather the moonbeams,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each soft silver ray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hearts grown aweary</div> +<div class="vind2">With heavier woe,</div> +<div class="verse">Droop 'mid the darkness—</div> +<div class="vind2">Go comfort them, go!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bury thy sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let others be blest;</div> +<div class="verse">Give them the sunshine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Tell Jesus the rest.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE WILL PRAISE THEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great Jehovah! we will praise thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth and heaven thy will obey;</div> +<div class="verse">Suns and systems move obedient</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy universal sway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deep and awful are thy counsels;</div> +<div class="vind2">High and glorious is thy throne;</div> +<div class="verse">Reigning o'er thy vast dominion,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou art God and thou alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In thy wondrous condescension</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast stooped to raise our race;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou hast given to us a Saviour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Full of goodness and of grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By his blood we are forgiven,</div> +<div class="vind2">By his intercession free,</div> +<div class="verse">By his love we rise to glory</div> +<div class="vind2">There to reign eternally.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God of Power—we bow before thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">God of Wisdom—thee we praise;</div> +<div class="verse">God of Love—so kind and tender,</div> +<div class="vind2">We would praise thee all our days.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Praise to thee—our loving Father;</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise to thee—redeeming Son;</div> +<div class="verse">Praise to thee—Almighty Spirit;</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise to thee—Thou Holy One.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John White.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AFTER ALL</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">We take our share of fretting,</div> +<div class="vind4">Of grieving and forgetting;</div> +<div class="verse">The paths are often rough and steep, and heedless feet may fall;</div> +<div class="vind4">But yet the days are cheery,</div> +<div class="vind4">And night brings rest when weary</div> +<div class="verse">And somehow this old planet is a good world after all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Though sharp may be our trouble,</div> +<div class="vind4">The joys are more than double,</div> +<div class="verse">The brave surpass the cowards and the leal are like a wall</div> +<div class="vind4">To guard their dearest ever,</div> +<div class="vind4">To fail the feeblest never;</div> +<div class="verse">And somehow this old earth remains a bright world after all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">There's always love that's caring,</div> +<div class="vind4">And shielding and forbearing,</div> +<div class="verse">Dear woman's love to hold us close and keep our hearts in thrall.</div> +<div class="vind4">There's home to share together</div> +<div class="vind4">In calm or stormy weather,</div> +<div class="verse">And while the hearth-flame burns it is a good world after all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">The lisp of children's voices,</div> +<div class="vind4">The chance of happy choices,</div> +<div class="verse">The bugle sounds of hope and faith, through fogs and mists that call;</div> +<div class="vind4">The heaven that stretches o'er us,</div> +<div class="vind4">The better days before us,</div> +<div class="verse">They all combine to make this earth a good world after all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sound an anthem in your sorrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">Build a fortress of your fears;</div> +<div class="verse">Throw a halo round your trials,</div> +<div class="vind2">Weave a rainbow of your tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never mind if shadows darken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Never fear though foes be strong;</div> +<div class="verse">Lift your heads and shout hosannah!</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise the Lord, it won't be long.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">{146}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE OF GOOD CHEER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God is near thee, Christian; cheer thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rest in him, sad soul;</div> +<div class="verse">He will keep thee when around thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Billows roll.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calm thy sadness, look in gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy Friend on high;</div> +<div class="verse">Faint and weary pilgrim, cheer thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">Help is nigh.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mark the sea-bird wildly wheeling</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the stormy skies;</div> +<div class="verse">God defends him, God attends him</div> +<div class="vind2">When he cries.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fare thee onward through the sunshine</div> +<div class="vind2">Or through wintry blast;</div> +<div class="verse">Fear forsake thee; God will take thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Home at last.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This one sits shivering in Fortune's smile,</div> +<div class="vind2">Taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath.</div> +<div class="verse">This one, gnawed by hunger, all the while</div> +<div class="vind2">Laughs in the teeth of death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Bailey Aldrich.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAISE WAITETH FOR THEE</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They stand, the regal mountains, with crowns of spotless snow,</div> +<div class="verse">Forever changeless, grand, sublime, while ages come and go!</div> +<div class="verse">Each day the morning cometh in through the eastern gate,</div> +<div class="verse">With trailing robes of pink and gold; yet still they watch and wait</div> +<div class="verse">For that more glorious morning, till that glad message sounds—</div> +<div class="verse">"Lift up your heads, ye gates of God! the King of glory comes!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so they stand o'erlooking earth's trouble, pain and sin,</div> +<div class="verse">And wait the call to lift their gates and let the King come in.</div> +<div class="verse">O calm, majestic mountains! O everlasting hills!</div> +<div class="verse">Beside your patient watch how small seem all life's joys and ills!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beyond, the restless ocean, mysterious, vast, and dim,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose changeful waves forever chant their grand triumphal hymn.</div> +<div class="verse">Now tempest-lashed and raging, with deep and hungry roar,</div> +<div class="verse">The foam-capped billows dash themselves in anger on the shore,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now wavelets ripple gently along the quiet strand,</div> +<div class="verse">While summer's sunshine broodeth soft o'er all the sea and land.</div> +<div class="verse">O mighty waves! as chainless, as free, as birds that skim!</div> +<div class="verse">There's One who rules the stormy sea—thy song is all of him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so in the shadowy forest the birds sing loud and sweet</div> +<div class="verse">From swaying boughs where breezes rock their little broods to sleep.</div> +<div class="verse">The golden cups of the cowslip spring from the mossy sod,</div> +<div class="verse">And the sweet blue violet blooms alone—just for itself and God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is aye the same old lesson, from mountain, wood, and sea,</div> +<div class="verse">The old, old story, ever new, and wondrous grand to me—</div> +<div class="verse">Of One who holds the waters in the hollow of his hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose presence shone from mountain top in that far eastern land.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"The groves are God's own temples"; the wild birds sing his praise;</div> +<div class="verse">And every flower in the forest dim its humble tribute pays;</div> +<div class="verse">For God loves all his creatures, however weak and small;</div> +<div class="verse">His grandest works give praise to him, for he is Lord of all.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We cannot make bargains for blisses,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor catch them like fishes in nets;</div> +<div class="verse">And sometimes the thing our life misses</div> +<div class="vind2">Helps more than the thing which it gets.</div> +<div class="verse">For good lieth not in pursuing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor gaining of great nor of small,</div> +<div class="verse">But just in the doing, and doing</div> +<div class="vind2">As we would be done by is all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alice Cary.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">{147}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DON'T TAKE IT TO HEART</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">There's many a trouble</div> +<div class="vind4">Would break like a bubble,</div> +<div class="verse">And into the waters of Lethe depart,</div> +<div class="vind4">Did we not rehearse it,</div> +<div class="vind4">And tenderly nurse it,</div> +<div class="verse">And give it a permanent place in the heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">There's many a sorrow</div> +<div class="vind4">Would vanish to-morrow</div> +<div class="verse">Were we but willing to furnish the wings;</div> +<div class="vind4">So sadly intruding,</div> +<div class="vind4">And quietly brooding,</div> +<div class="verse">It hatches out all sorts of horrible things.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">How welcome the seeming</div> +<div class="vind4">Of looks that are beaming</div> +<div class="verse">Whether one's wealthy or whether one's poor;</div> +<div class="vind4">Eyes bright as a berry,</div> +<div class="vind4">Cheeks red as a cherry,</div> +<div class="verse">The groan and the curse and the heartache can cure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Resolve to be merry,</div> +<div class="vind4">All worry to ferry</div> +<div class="verse">Across the famed waters which bid us forget,</div> +<div class="vind4">And no longer fearful,</div> +<div class="vind4">But happy and cheerful,</div> +<div class="verse">We feel life has much that's worth living for yet.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALTHOUGH—YET</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Away! my unbelieving fear!</div> +<div class="vind2">Fear shall in me no more have place;</div> +<div class="verse">My Saviour doth not yet appear,</div> +<div class="vind2">He hides the brightness of his face,</div> +<div class="verse">But shall I therefore let him go,</div> +<div class="vind2">And basely to the tempter yield?</div> +<div class="verse">No, in the strength of Jesus, no;</div> +<div class="vind2">I never will give up my shield.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Although the vine its fruit deny,</div> +<div class="vind2">Although the olive yield no oil,</div> +<div class="verse">The withering fig-trees droop and die,</div> +<div class="vind2">The fields elude the tiller's toil.</div> +<div class="verse">The empty stall no herd afford,</div> +<div class="vind2">And perish all the bleating race,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet will I triumph in the Lord—</div> +<div class="vind2">The God of my salvation praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AS A BIRD IN MEADOWS FAIR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As a bird in meadows fair</div> +<div class="vind2">Or in lovely forest sings,</div> +<div class="verse">Till it fills the summer air</div> +<div class="vind2">And the green wood sweetly rings,</div> +<div class="verse">So my heart to thee would raise,</div> +<div class="verse">O my God, its song of praise</div> +<div class="verse">That the gloom of night is o'er</div> +<div class="verse">And I see the sun once more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If thou, Sun of love, arise,</div> +<div class="vind2">All my heart with joy is stirred,</div> +<div class="verse">And to greet thee upward flies,</div> +<div class="vind2">Gladsome as yon tiny bird.</div> +<div class="verse">Shine thou in me, clear and bright,</div> +<div class="verse">Till I learn to praise thee right;</div> +<div class="verse">Guide me in the narrow way,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me ne'er in darkness stray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bless to-day whate'er I do;</div> +<div class="vind2">Bless whate'er I have and love;</div> +<div class="verse">From the paths of virtue true</div> +<div class="vind2">Let me never, never rove;</div> +<div class="verse">By thy spirit strengthen me</div> +<div class="verse">In the faith that leads to Thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Then, an heir of life on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Fearless I may live and die.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL!"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pleased in the sunshine, pleased in the blast,</div> +<div class="verse">Pleased when the heavens are all overcast,</div> +<div class="verse">Pleased when I can or cannot see</div> +<div class="verse">God's loving hand is dealing with me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pleased, for Christ's promises never can fail;</div> +<div class="verse">Pleased in the calm and also the gale;</div> +<div class="verse">Knowing Omniscience at midnight can see,</div> +<div class="verse">Since he was Pilot on dark Galilee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pleased when in health or when I am ill,</div> +<div class="verse">Pleased, since I know I'm in the Lord's will,</div> +<div class="verse">Pleased with whatever my lot may be</div> +<div class="verse">Knowing Omnipotence careth for me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beneath the tiger's jaw I heard a victim cry,</div> +<div class="verse">"Thanks, God, that, though in pain, yet not in guilt I die."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">{148}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ROBIN'S SONG</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I'll sing you a lay ere I wing on my way,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer up!</div> +<div class="verse">Whenever you're blue find something to do</div> +<div class="verse">For somebody else who is sadder than you.</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer up!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He growled at morning, noon, and night,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trouble sought to borrow;</div> +<div class="verse">Although to-day the sky were bright</div> +<div class="vind2">He knew 'twould storm to-morrow;</div> +<div class="verse">A thought of joy he could not stand,</div> +<div class="vind2">And struggled to resist it;</div> +<div class="verse">Though sunshine dappled all the land</div> +<div class="vind2">This sorry pessi<i>mist</i> it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, be in God's clear world no dark and troubled sprite!</div> +<div class="verse">To Christ, thy Master mild, do no such foul despite;</div> +<div class="verse">But show in look, word, mien, that thou belongst to him,</div> +<div class="verse">Who says, "My yoke is easy, and my burden light."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Friedrich Rückert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us gather up the sunbeams</div> +<div class="vind2">Lying all around our path;</div> +<div class="verse">Let us keep the wheat and roses,</div> +<div class="vind2">Casting out the thorns and chaff;</div> +<div class="verse">Let us find our sweetest comfort</div> +<div class="vind2">In the blessings of to-day,</div> +<div class="verse">With a patient hand removing</div> +<div class="vind2">All the briars from our way.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O give me the joy of living</div> +<div class="vind2">And some glorious work to do!</div> +<div class="verse">A spirit of thanksgiving,</div> +<div class="vind2">With loyal heart and true;</div> +<div class="verse">Some pathway to make brighter,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where tired feet now stray;</div> +<div class="verse">Some burden to make lighter,</div> +<div class="vind2">While 'tis day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">True happiness (if understood)</div> +<div class="verse">Consists alone in doing good.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Talk happiness each chance you get—and talk it good and strong!</div> +<div class="verse">Look for it in the byways as you grimly pass along;</div> +<div class="verse">Perhaps it is a stranger now whose visit never comes,</div> +<div class="verse">But talk it! Soon you'll find that you and happiness are chums.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis Being and Doing and Having that make</div> +<div class="verse">All the pleasures and pains of which mortals partake.</div> +<div class="verse">To Be what God pleases, to Do a man's best,</div> +<div class="verse">And to Have a good heart, is the way to be blest.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If the weather is cold don't scold,</div> +<div class="verse">If the weather is wet don't fret,</div> +<div class="verse">If the weather is warm don't storm,</div> +<div class="verse">If the weather is dry don't cry;</div> +<div class="verse">But be cheerful together, whatever the weather.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The inner side of every cloud</div> +<div class="vind2">Is bright and shining;</div> +<div class="verse">Therefore I turn my clouds about,</div> +<div class="verse">And always wear them inside out,</div> +<div class="vind2">To show the lining.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ellen Thornycroft Fowler Felkin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let him that loves his ease, his ease,</div> +<div class="vind2">Keep close and house him fair;</div> +<div class="verse">He'll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger</div> +<div class="vind2">And the joy of the open air.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Hovey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no human being</div> +<div class="vind2">With so wholly dark a lot,</div> +<div class="verse">But the heart, by turning the picture,</div> +<div class="vind2">May find some sunny spot.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us cry, All good things</div> +<div class="verse">Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more now</div> +<div class="verse">Than flesh helps soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">{149}</a></span></p> + +<h2>AFFLICTION</h2> + +<h3>CONSOLATION, TRIAL, ENDURANCE</h3> + + +<h4>RESIGNATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no flock, however watched and tended,</div> +<div class="vind2">But one dead lamb is there!</div> +<div class="verse">There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,</div> +<div class="vind2">But has one vacant chair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The air is full of farewells to the dying</div> +<div class="vind2">And mourning for the dead;</div> +<div class="verse">The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,</div> +<div class="vind2">Will not be comforted!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us be patient! These severe afflictions</div> +<div class="vind2">Not from the ground arise,</div> +<div class="verse">But oftentimes celestial benedictions</div> +<div class="vind2">Assume this dark disguise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;</div> +<div class="vind2">Amid these earthly damps</div> +<div class="verse">What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers</div> +<div class="vind2">May be heaven's distant lamps.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no Death! What seems so is transition;</div> +<div class="vind2">This life of mortal breath</div> +<div class="verse">Is but a suburb of the life elysian,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose portal we call death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She is not dead—the child of our affection—</div> +<div class="vind2">But gone unto that school</div> +<div class="verse">Where she no longer needs our poor protection,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Christ himself doth rule.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,</div> +<div class="vind2">By guardian angels led,</div> +<div class="verse">Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,</div> +<div class="vind2">She lives, whom we call dead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Day after day we think what she is doing</div> +<div class="vind2">In those bright realms of air;</div> +<div class="verse">Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Behold her grown more fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus do we walk with her and keep unbroken</div> +<div class="vind2">The bond which nature gives,</div> +<div class="verse">Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,</div> +<div class="vind2">May reach her where she lives.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We will be patient, and assuage the feeling</div> +<div class="vind2">We may not wholly stay;</div> +<div class="verse">By silence sanctifying, not concealing,</div> +<div class="vind2">The grief that must have way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MADE PERFECT THROUGH SUFFERING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent</div> +<div class="vind2">To break my dream of human power;</div> +<div class="verse">For now, my shallow cistern spent,</div> +<div class="vind2">I find thy founts, and thirst no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I take Thy hand, and fears grow still;</div> +<div class="vind2">Behold thy face, and doubts remove;</div> +<div class="verse">Who would not yield his wavering will</div> +<div class="vind2">To perfect Truth and boundless Love?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That Love this restless soul doth teach</div> +<div class="vind2">The strength of thine eternal calm;</div> +<div class="verse">And tune its sad but broken speech</div> +<div class="vind2">To join on earth the angel's psalm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, be it patient in thy hands,</div> +<div class="vind2">And drawn, through each mysterious hour,</div> +<div class="verse">To service of thy pure commands,</div> +<div class="vind2">The narrow way of Love and Power.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Johnson.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">{150}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GO NOT FAR FROM ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go not far from me, O my strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom all my times obey:</div> +<div class="verse">Take from me any thing Thou wilt,</div> +<div class="vind2">But go not thou away—</div> +<div class="verse">And let the storm that does thy work</div> +<div class="vind2">Deal with me as it may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On thy compassion I repose,</div> +<div class="vind2">In weakness and distress;</div> +<div class="verse">I will not ask for greater ease,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lest I should love Thee less.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh 'tis a blessed thing for me</div> +<div class="vind2">To need thy tenderness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While many sympathizing hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">For my deliverance care,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou, in thy wiser, stronger love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Art teaching me to bear—</div> +<div class="verse">By the sweet voice of thankful song,</div> +<div class="vind2">And calm, confiding prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy love has many a lighted path,</div> +<div class="vind2">No outward eye can trace,</div> +<div class="verse">And my heart sees thee in the deep,</div> +<div class="vind2">With darkness on its face.</div> +<div class="verse">And communes with thee, 'mid the storm,</div> +<div class="vind2">As in a secret place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Comforter of God's redeemed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom the world does not see,</div> +<div class="verse">What hand should pluck me from the flood</div> +<div class="vind2">That casts my soul on thee?</div> +<div class="verse">Who would not suffer pain like mine</div> +<div class="vind2">To be consoled like me?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When I am feeble as a child,</div> +<div class="vind2">And flesh and heart give way,</div> +<div class="verse">Then on thy everlasting strength</div> +<div class="vind2">With passive trust I stay.</div> +<div class="verse">And the rough wind becomes a song,</div> +<div class="vind2">The darkness shines like day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O blessed are the eyes that see—</div> +<div class="vind2">Though silent anguish show—</div> +<div class="verse">The love that in their hours of sleep</div> +<div class="vind2">Unthanked may come and go.</div> +<div class="verse">And blessed are the ears that hear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though kept awake by woe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Happy are they that learn, in thee—</div> +<div class="vind2">Though patient suffering teach—</div> +<div class="verse">The secret of enduring strength</div> +<div class="vind2">And praise too deep for speech:</div> +<div class="verse">Peace that no pressure from without,</div> +<div class="vind2">No strife within, can reach.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no death for me to fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">For Christ, my Lord, hath died;</div> +<div class="verse">There is no curse in this my pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">For he was crucified.</div> +<div class="verse">And it is fellowship with him</div> +<div class="vind2">That keeps me near his side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My heart is fixed—O God, my strength—</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart is strong to bear;</div> +<div class="verse">I will be joyful in thy love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And peaceful in thy care.</div> +<div class="verse">Deal with me, for my Saviour's sake,</div> +<div class="vind2">According to his prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No suffering while it lasts is joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">How blest soe'er it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet may the chastened child be glad</div> +<div class="vind2">His Father's face to see;</div> +<div class="verse">And oh, it is not hard to bear</div> +<div class="vind2">What must be borne in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not hard to bear by faith,</div> +<div class="vind2">In thine own bosom laid,</div> +<div class="verse">The trial of a soul redeemed,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thy rejoicing made.</div> +<div class="verse">Well may the heart in patience rest</div> +<div class="vind2">That none can make afraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Safe in thy sanctifying grace—</div> +<div class="vind2">Almighty to restore—</div> +<div class="verse">Borne onward, sin and death behind,</div> +<div class="vind2">And love and life before,</div> +<div class="verse">O let my soul abound in hope,</div> +<div class="vind2">And praise thee more and more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deep unto deep may call, but I</div> +<div class="vind2">With peaceful heart will say—</div> +<div class="verse">Thy loving-kindness hath a charge</div> +<div class="vind2">No waves can take away;</div> +<div class="verse">And let the storm that speeds me home</div> +<div class="vind2">Deal with me as it may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Walking along the shore one morn,</div> +<div class="vind2">A holy man by chance I found</div> +<div class="verse">Who by a tiger had been torn</div> +<div class="vind2">And had no salve to heal his wound.</div> +<div class="verse">Long time he suffered grievous pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">But not the less to the Most High</div> +<div class="vind2">He offered thanks. They asked him,</div> +<div class="vind4">Why?</div> +<div class="verse">For answer he thanked God again;</div> +<div class="verse">And then to them: "That I am in</div> +<div class="vind2">No greater peril than you see:</div> +<div class="vind2">That what has overtaken me</div> +<div class="verse">Is but misfortune—and not sin."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Henry Stoddard.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">{151}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CELESTIAL SURGEON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I have faltered more or less</div> +<div class="verse">In my great task of happiness;</div> +<div class="verse">If I have moved among my race</div> +<div class="verse">And shown no glorious morning face;</div> +<div class="verse">If beams from happy human eyes</div> +<div class="verse">Have moved me not; if morning skies,</div> +<div class="verse">Books, and my food, and summer rain</div> +<div class="verse">Knocked on my sullen heart in vain;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take</div> +<div class="verse">And stab my spirit broad awake;</div> +<div class="verse">Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,</div> +<div class="verse">Choose thou, before that spirit die,</div> +<div class="verse">A piercing pain, a killing sin,</div> +<div class="verse">And to my dead heart run them in.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Louis Stevenson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I ASKED THE LORD THAT I MIGHT GROW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked the Lord that I might grow</div> +<div class="vind2">In faith and love and every grace;</div> +<div class="verse">Might more of his salvation know,</div> +<div class="vind2">And seek more earnestly his face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Twas He who taught me thus to pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">But it has been in such a way</div> +<div class="vind2">As almost drove me to despair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hop'd that in some favor'd hour</div> +<div class="vind2">At once he'd answer my request,</div> +<div class="verse">And by his love's constraining power</div> +<div class="vind2">Subdue my sins and give me rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Instead of this he made me feel</div> +<div class="vind2">The hidden evils of my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">And let the angry powers of hell</div> +<div class="vind2">Assault my soul in ev'ry part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, more: with his own hand he seem'd</div> +<div class="vind2">Intent to aggravate my woe,</div> +<div class="verse">Cross'd all the fair designs I schemed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blasted my gourds and laid them low.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried;</div> +<div class="vind2">"Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?"</div> +<div class="verse">"'Tis in this way," the Lord replied,</div> +<div class="vind2">"I answer prayer for grace and faith.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"These inward trials I employ</div> +<div class="vind2">From self and pride to set thee free,</div> +<div class="verse">And break thy schemes of earthly joy</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou mayest set thine all in me!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"THOU MAINTAINEST MY LOT"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Source of my life's refreshing springs,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose presence in my heart sustains me,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love appoints me pleasant things,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy mercy orders all that pains me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If loving hearts were never lonely,</div> +<div class="vind2">If all they wished might always be,</div> +<div class="verse">Accepting what they look for only,</div> +<div class="vind2">They might be glad—but not in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Well may thy own beloved, who see</div> +<div class="vind2">In all their lot their Father's pleasure,</div> +<div class="verse">Bear loss of all they love save thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their living, everlasting treasure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Well may thy happy children cease</div> +<div class="vind2">From restless wishes, prone to sin,</div> +<div class="verse">And, in thine own exceeding peace,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yield to thy daily discipline.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We need as much the cross we bear</div> +<div class="vind2">As air we breathe, as light we see!</div> +<div class="verse">It draws us to thy side in prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">It binds us to our strength in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE MASTER'S TOUCH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the still air the music lies unheard;</div> +<div class="vind2">In the rough marble beauty hides unseen;</div> +<div class="verse">To make the music and the beauty needs</div> +<div class="vind2">The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great Master, touch us with thy skillful hand;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let not the music that is in us die.</div> +<div class="verse">Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let</div> +<div class="vind2">Hidden and lost thy form within us lie!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Spare not the stroke! Do with us as thou wilt!</div> +<div class="vind2">Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred;</div> +<div class="verse">Complete thy purpose that we may become</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy perfect image, thou our God and Lord!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The childish smile is fair, but lovelier far</div> +<div class="verse">The smiles which tell of griefs that now no longer are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">{152}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BLESSING IN TEARS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Home they brought her warrior dead;</div> +<div class="vind2">She nor swoon'd nor uttered cry.</div> +<div class="verse">All her maidens, watching, said,</div> +<div class="vind2">"She must weep or she will die."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then they praised him, soft and low,</div> +<div class="vind2">Call'd him worthy to be loved,</div> +<div class="verse">Truest friend, and noblest foe;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet she neither spoke nor moved.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Stole a maiden from her place,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lightly to the warrior stept,</div> +<div class="verse">Took the face-cloth from the face;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet she neither moved nor wept.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rose a nurse of ninety years,</div> +<div class="vind2">Set his child upon her knee;</div> +<div class="verse">Like summer tempest came her tears:</div> +<div class="vind2">"Sweet my child, I live for thee."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVERY DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O trifling task so often done,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet ever to be done anew!</div> +<div class="verse">O cares which come with every sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">Morn after morn, the long years through!</div> +<div class="verse">We sink beneath their paltry sway—</div> +<div class="vind2">The irksome calls of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The restless sense of wasted power,</div> +<div class="vind2">The tiresome round of little things,</div> +<div class="verse">Are hard to bear, as hour by hour</div> +<div class="vind2">Its tedious iteration brings;</div> +<div class="verse">Who shall evade or who delay</div> +<div class="vind2">The small demands of every day?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The bowlder, in the torrent's course</div> +<div class="vind2">By tide and tempest lashed in vain,</div> +<div class="verse">Obeys the wave-whirled pebble's force</div> +<div class="vind2">And yields its substance grain by grain;</div> +<div class="verse">So crumble strongest lives away</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the wear of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who finds the lion in his lair,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who tracks the tiger for his life</div> +<div class="verse">May wound them ere they are aware,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or conquer them in desperate strife,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet powerless he to scathe or slay</div> +<div class="vind2">The vexing gnats of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The steady strain that never stops</div> +<div class="vind2">Is mightier than the fiercest shock;</div> +<div class="verse">The constant fall of water drops</div> +<div class="vind2">Will groove the adamantine rock;</div> +<div class="verse">We feel our noblest powers decay</div> +<div class="vind2">In feeble wars with every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We rise to meet a heavy blow—</div> +<div class="vind2">Our souls a sudden bravery fills—</div> +<div class="verse">But we endure not always so</div> +<div class="vind2">The drop by drop of little ills;</div> +<div class="verse">We still deplore, and still obey,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hard behests of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The heart which boldly faces death</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the battle-field, and dares</div> +<div class="verse">Cannon and bayonet, faints beneath</div> +<div class="vind2">The needle-points of frets and cares;</div> +<div class="verse">The stoutest spirits they dismay—</div> +<div class="vind2">The tiny stings of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And even saints of holy fame,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose souls by faith have overcome,</div> +<div class="verse">Who won amid the cruel flame</div> +<div class="vind2">The molten crown of martyrdom,</div> +<div class="verse">Bore not without complaint alway</div> +<div class="vind2">The petty pains of every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, more than martyr's aureole,</div> +<div class="vind2">And more than hero's heart of fire,</div> +<div class="verse">We need the humble strength of soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Which daily toils and ills require;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet Patience! grant us, if you may,</div> +<div class="vind2">An added grace for every day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PEACEABLE FRUIT</h4> + +<h5>(Heb. 12. 11.)</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall thine "afterward" be, O Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">For this dark and suffering night?</div> +<div class="verse">Father, <i>what</i> shall thine "afterward" be?</div> +<div class="verse">Hast thou a morning of joy for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a new and joyous light?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall thine "afterward" be, O Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">For the moan that I cannot stay?</div> +<div class="verse">Shall it issue in some new song of praise,</div> +<div class="verse">Sweeter than sorrowless heart could raise,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the night hath passed away?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall thine "afterward" be, O Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">For this helplessness of pain?</div> +<div class="verse">A clearer view of my home above,</div> +<div class="verse">Of my Father's strength and my Father's love—</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall <i>this</i> be my lasting gain?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">{153}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall thine "afterward" be, O Lord?</div> +<div class="vind2">How long must thy child endure?</div> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest! 'Tis well that I know it not!</div> +<div class="verse">Thine "afterward" cometh—I cannot tell what,</div> +<div class="vind2">But I know that thy word is sure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall thine "afterward" be, O Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">I wonder—and wait to see</div> +<div class="verse">(While to thy chastening hand I bow)</div> +<div class="verse">What "peaceable fruit" may be ripening now—</div> +<div class="vind2">Ripening fast for me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HOW WE LEARN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such as men give and take from day to day,</div> +<div class="verse">Comes in the common walk of easy life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blown by the careless wind across our way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Great truths are greatly won, not found by chance,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor wafted on the breath of summer dream;</div> +<div class="verse">But grasped in the great struggle of the soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Hard buffeting with adverse wind and stream.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But in the day of conflict, fear and grief,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the strong hand of God, put forth in might,</div> +<div class="verse">Plows up the subsoil of the stagnant heart</div> +<div class="vind2">And brings the imprisoned truth-seed to the light,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wrung from the troubled spirit in hard hours</div> +<div class="vind2">Of weakness, solitude, perchance of pain,</div> +<div class="verse">Truth springs like harvest from the well-plowed field.</div> +<div class="vind2">And the soul feels it has not wept in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though trouble-tossed and torture-torn</div> +<div class="verse">The kingliest kings are crowned with thorn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gerald Massey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HEAVIER THE CROSS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heavier the cross the stronger faith:</div> +<div class="vind2">The loaded palm strikes deeper root;</div> +<div class="verse">The vine-juice sweetly issueth</div> +<div class="vind2">When men have pressed the clustered fruit;</div> +<div class="verse">And courage grows where dangers come</div> +<div class="vind2">Like pearls beneath the salt sea foam.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heavier the cross the heartier prayer;</div> +<div class="vind2">The bruisèd herbs most fragrant are;</div> +<div class="verse">If sky and wind were always fair</div> +<div class="vind2">The sailor would not watch the star;</div> +<div class="verse">And David's psalms had ne'er been sung</div> +<div class="verse">If grief his heart had never wrung.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heavier the cross the more aspiring;</div> +<div class="vind2">From vales we climb to mountain's crest;</div> +<div class="verse">The pilgrim, of the desert tiring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Longs for the Canaan of his rest.</div> +<div class="verse">The dove has here no rest in sight,</div> +<div class="verse">And to the ark she wings her flight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heavier the cross the easier dying;</div> +<div class="vind2">Death is a friendlier face to see;</div> +<div class="verse">To life's decay one bids defying,</div> +<div class="vind2">From life's distress one then is free;</div> +<div class="verse">The cross sublimely lifts our faith</div> +<div class="verse">To him who triumphed over death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou Crucified! the cross I carry—</div> +<div class="vind2">The longer may it dearer be;</div> +<div class="verse">And, lest I faint while here I tarry,</div> +<div class="vind2">Implant thou such a heart in me</div> +<div class="verse">That faith, hope, love, may flourish there</div> +<div class="verse">Till for the cross my crown I wear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Benjamin Schmolke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LA ROCHELLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A worthy man of Paris town</div> +<div class="vind2">Came to the bishop there:</div> +<div class="verse">His face, o'erclouded with dismay,</div> +<div class="vind2">Betrayed a fixed despair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Father," said he, "a sinner vile</div> +<div class="vind2">Am I, against my will:</div> +<div class="verse">Each hour I humbly pray for faith,</div> +<div class="vind2">But am a doubter still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Sure were I not despised of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">He would not leave me so</div> +<div class="verse">To struggle thus in constant strife</div> +<div class="vind2">Against the deadly foe."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">{154}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The bishop to his sorrowing son</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus spoke a kind relief:</div> +<div class="verse">"The King of France has castles twain;</div> +<div class="vind2">To each he sends a chief.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"There's Montelhéry, far inland,</div> +<div class="vind2">That stands in place secure;</div> +<div class="verse">While La Rochelle, upon the coast,</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth sieges oft endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Now for these castles—both preserved—</div> +<div class="vind2">First in his prince's love</div> +<div class="verse">Shall Montelhéry's chief be placed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or La Rochelle's above?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Oh! doubtless, sire," the sinner said,</div> +<div class="vind2">"That king will love the most</div> +<div class="verse">The man whose task was hard to keep</div> +<div class="vind2">His castle on the coast!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Son," said the bishop, "thou art right;</div> +<div class="vind2">Apply this reasoning well:</div> +<div class="verse">My heart is Montelhéry fort,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thine is La Rochelle!"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF THOU COULD'ST KNOW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">I think, if thou could'st know,</div> +<div class="vind4">O soul, that will complain,</div> +<div class="vind2">What lies concealed below</div> +<div class="vind4">Our burden and our pain—</div> +<div class="vind2">How just our anguish brings</div> +<div class="vind2">Nearer those longed-for things</div> +<div class="vind2">We seek for now in vain—</div> +<div class="verse">I think thou would'st rejoice and not complain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">I think, if thou could'st see,</div> +<div class="vind4">With thy dim mortal sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">How meanings, dark to thee,</div> +<div class="vind4">Are shadows hiding light;</div> +<div class="vind2">Truth's efforts crossed and vexed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's purpose all perplexed—</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou could'st see them right,</div> +<div class="verse">I think that they would seem all clear, and wise, and bright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">And yet thou can'st not know;</div> +<div class="vind4">And yet thou can'st not see;</div> +<div class="vind2">Wisdom and sight are slow</div> +<div class="vind4">In poor humanity.</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou could'st <i>trust</i>, poor soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">In him who rules the whole,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou would'st find peace and rest:</div> +<div class="verse">Wisdom and sight are well, but trust is best.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY CROSS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"O Lord, my God!" I oft have said,</div> +<div class="verse">"Had I some other cross instead</div> +<div class="verse">Of this I bear from day to day,</div> +<div class="verse">'Twere easier to go on my way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I do not murmur at its weight;</div> +<div class="verse">That Thou hast made proportionate</div> +<div class="verse">To my scant strength; but oh! full sore</div> +<div class="verse">It presses where it pressed before.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Change for a space, however brief,</div> +<div class="verse">The wonted burden, that relief</div> +<div class="verse">May o'er my aching shoulders steal,</div> +<div class="verse">And the deep bruise have room to heal!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While thus I sadly sighed to-day</div> +<div class="verse">I heard my gracious Father say,</div> +<div class="verse">"Can'st thou not trust my love, my child,</div> +<div class="verse">And to thy cross be reconciled?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I fashioned it thy needs to meet;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor were thy discipline complete</div> +<div class="verse">Without that very pain and bruise</div> +<div class="verse">Which thy weak heart would fain refuse."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ashamed, I answered, "As Thou wilt!</div> +<div class="verse">I own my faithlessness and guilt;</div> +<div class="verse">Welcome the weary pain shall be,</div> +<div class="verse">Since only that is best for me."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD KNOWETH BEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He took them from me, one by one,</div> +<div class="verse">The things I set my heart upon;</div> +<div class="verse">They looked so harmless, fair, and blest;</div> +<div class="verse">Would they have hurt me? God knows best.</div> +<div class="verse">He loves me so, he would not wrest</div> +<div class="verse">Them from me if it were not best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He took them from me, one by one,</div> +<div class="verse">The friends I set my heart upon.</div> +<div class="verse">O did they come, they and their love,</div> +<div class="verse">Between me and my Lord above?</div> +<div class="verse">Were they as idols in my breast?</div> +<div class="verse">It may be. God in heaven knows best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I will not say I did not weep,</div> +<div class="verse">As doth a child that wants to keep</div> +<div class="verse">The pleasant things in hurtful play</div> +<div class="verse">His wiser parent takes away;</div> +<div class="verse">But in this comfort I will rest:</div> +<div class="verse">He who hath taken knoweth best.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">{155}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ONLY SOLACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou who driest the mourner's tear,</div> +<div class="vind2">How dark this world would be</div> +<div class="verse">If, when deceived and wounded here,</div> +<div class="vind2">We could not fly to thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The friends who in our sunshine live</div> +<div class="vind2">When winter comes are flown;</div> +<div class="verse">And he who has but tears to give</div> +<div class="vind2">Must weep those tears alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But Thou wilt heal that broken heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Which, like the plants that throw</div> +<div class="verse">Their fragrance from the wounded part,</div> +<div class="vind2">Breathes sweetness out of woe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O who could bear life's stormy doom</div> +<div class="vind2">Did not Thy wing of love</div> +<div class="verse">Come brightly wafting through the gloom</div> +<div class="vind2">Our peace-branch from above!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright</div> +<div class="vind2">With more than rapture's ray;</div> +<div class="verse">As darkness shows us worlds of light</div> +<div class="vind2">We never saw by day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Moore.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONSOLATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If none were sick and none were sad</div> +<div class="vind2">What service could we render?</div> +<div class="verse">I think if we were always glad</div> +<div class="vind2">We scarcely could be tender.</div> +<div class="verse">Did our beloved never need</div> +<div class="vind2">Our patient ministration</div> +<div class="verse">Earth would grow cold, and miss indeed</div> +<div class="vind2">Its sweetest consolation.</div> +<div class="verse">If sorrow never claimed our heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every wish were granted,</div> +<div class="verse">Patience would die and hope depart—</div> +<div class="vind2">Life would be disenchanted.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Banish far from me all I love,</div> +<div class="vind2">The smiles of friends, the old fireside,</div> +<div class="verse">And drive me to that home of homes,</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart of Jesus crucified.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take all the light away from earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Take all that men can love from me;</div> +<div class="verse">Let all I lean upon give way,</div> +<div class="vind2">That I may lean on naught but Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PERFECT THROUGH SUFFERING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God never would send you the darkness</div> +<div class="vind2">If he felt you could bear the light;</div> +<div class="verse">But you would not cling to his guiding hand</div> +<div class="vind2">If the way were always bright;</div> +<div class="verse">And you would not care to walk by faith</div> +<div class="vind2">Could you always walk by sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis true he has many an anguish</div> +<div class="vind2">For your sorrowful heart to bear,</div> +<div class="verse">And many a cruel thorn-crown</div> +<div class="vind2">For your tired head to wear:</div> +<div class="verse">He knows how few would reach heaven at all</div> +<div class="vind2">If pain did not guide them there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So he sends you the blinding darkness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the furnace of seven-fold heat.</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis the only way, believe me,</div> +<div class="vind2">To keep you close to his feet,</div> +<div class="verse">For 'tis always so easy to wander</div> +<div class="vind2">When our lives are glad and sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then nestle your hand in your Father's</div> +<div class="vind2">And sing, if you can, as you go;</div> +<div class="verse">Your song may cheer some one behind you</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose courage is sinking low.</div> +<div class="verse">And—well—if your lips do quiver—</div> +<div class="vind2">God will love you better so.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A LITTLE PARABLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I made the cross myself whose weight</div> +<div class="vind2">Was later laid on me.</div> +<div class="verse">This thought is torture as I toil</div> +<div class="vind2">Up life's steep Calvary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To think mine own hands drove the nails!</div> +<div class="vind2">I sang a merry song,</div> +<div class="verse">And chose the heaviest wood I had</div> +<div class="vind2">To build it firm and strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I had guessed—if I had dreamed—</div> +<div class="vind2">Its weight was meant for me,</div> +<div class="verse">I should have made a lighter cross</div> +<div class="vind2">To bear up Calvary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anne Reeve Aldrich.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The unpolished pearl can never shine—</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis sorrow makes the soul divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Japanese, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">{156}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SOWER</h4> + +<h5>I</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A Sower went forth to sow;</div> +<div class="verse">His eyes were dark with woe;</div> +<div class="verse">He crushed the flowers beneath his feet,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor smelt the perfume, warm and sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">That prayed for pity everywhere.</div> +<div class="verse">He came to a field that was harried</div> +<div class="verse">By iron, and to heaven laid bare;</div> +<div class="verse">He shook the seed that he carried</div> +<div class="verse">O'er that brown and bladeless place.</div> +<div class="verse">He shook it, as God shakes hail</div> +<div class="verse">Over a doomèd land.</div> +<div class="verse">When lightnings interlace</div> +<div class="verse">The sky and the earth, and his wand</div> +<div class="verse">Of love is a thunder-flail.</div> +<div class="verse">Thus did that Sower sow;</div> +<div class="verse">His seed was human blood,</div> +<div class="verse">And tears of women and men.</div> +<div class="verse">And I, who near him stood,</div> +<div class="verse">Said: When the crop comes, then</div> +<div class="verse">There will be sobbing and sighing,</div> +<div class="verse">Weeping and wailing and crying,</div> +<div class="verse">Flame, and ashes, and woe.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5>II</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was an autumn day</div> +<div class="verse">When next I went that way.</div> +<div class="verse">And what, think you, did I say,</div> +<div class="verse">What was it that I heard,</div> +<div class="verse">What music was in the air?</div> +<div class="verse">The song of a sweet-voiced bird?</div> +<div class="verse">Nay—but the songs of many</div> +<div class="verse">Thrilled through with praise and prayer.</div> +<div class="verse">Of all those voices not any</div> +<div class="verse">Were sad of memory;</div> +<div class="verse">But a sea of sunlight flowed,</div> +<div class="verse">A golden harvest glowed,</div> +<div class="verse">And I said, Thou only art wise,</div> +<div class="verse">God of the earth and skies!</div> +<div class="verse">And I praise thee, again and again,</div> +<div class="verse">For the Sower whose name is Pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not disabled in the combat,</div> +<div class="vind2">No, nor absent from your post;</div> +<div class="verse">You are doing gallant service</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the Master needs you most.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was noble to give battle</div> +<div class="vind2">While the world stood cheering on;</div> +<div class="verse">It is nobler to lie patient,</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaving half one's work undone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And the King counts up his heroes</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the desperate charge was led,</div> +<div class="verse">But he writes, "My Best Belovèd,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Over many a sick man's bed.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I DO NOT ASK, O LORD</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be</div> +<div class="vind6">A pleasant road;</div> +<div class="verse">I do not ask that thou wouldst take from me</div> +<div class="vind6">Aught of its load.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask that flowers should always spring</div> +<div class="vind6">Beneath my feet;</div> +<div class="verse">I know too well the poison and the sting</div> +<div class="vind6">Of things too sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead:</div> +<div class="vind6">Lead me aright.</div> +<div class="verse">Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed,</div> +<div class="vind6">Through peace to light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed</div> +<div class="vind6">Full radiance here;</div> +<div class="verse">Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread</div> +<div class="vind6">Without a fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask my cross to understand,</div> +<div class="vind6">My way to see;</div> +<div class="verse">Better in darkness just to feel thy hand,</div> +<div class="vind6">And follow Thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Joy is like restless day; but peace divine</div> +<div class="vind6">Like quiet night.</div> +<div class="verse">Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine</div> +<div class="vind6">Through peace to light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ANGELS OF GRIEF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With silence only as their benediction</div> +<div class="vind6">God's angels come,</div> +<div class="verse">Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,</div> +<div class="vind6">The soul sits dumb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet would we say, what every heart approveth,</div> +<div class="vind6">Our Father's will,</div> +<div class="verse">Calling to him the dear ones whom he loveth,</div> +<div class="vind6">Is mercy still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not upon us or ours the solemn angel</div> +<div class="vind6">Hath evil wrought;</div> +<div class="verse">The funeral anthem is a glad evangel—</div> +<div class="vind6">The good die not!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">{157}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly</div> +<div class="vind6">What he has given;</div> +<div class="verse">They live on earth in thought and deed as truly</div> +<div class="vind6">As in his heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FURNACE AND HAMMER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pain's furnace-heat within me quivers,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's breath upon the flame doth blow;</div> +<div class="verse">And all my heart in anguish shivers</div> +<div class="vind2">And trembles at the fiery glow;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet I whisper—"<i>As God will!</i>"</div> +<div class="verse">And in his hottest fire stand still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He comes, and lays my heart, all heated,</div> +<div class="vind2">On the hard anvil, minded so</div> +<div class="verse">Into his own fair shape to beat it</div> +<div class="vind2">With his great hammer, blow on blow;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet I whisper—"<i>As God will!</i>"</div> +<div class="verse">And at his heaviest blows hold still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He takes my softened heart and beats it;</div> +<div class="vind2">The sparks fly off at every blow;</div> +<div class="verse">He turns it o'er and o'er and heats it,</div> +<div class="vind2">And lets it cool, and makes it glow;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet I whisper—"<i>As God will!</i>"</div> +<div class="verse">And in his mighty hand hold still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should I murmur? for the sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus only longer-lived would be;</div> +<div class="verse">Its end may come, and will to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">When God has done his work in me;</div> +<div class="verse">So I say trusting—"<i>As God will!</i>"</div> +<div class="verse">And, trusting to the end, hold still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Julius Sturm.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WITH SELF DISSATISFIED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not when with self dissatisfied,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Lord, I lowly lie,</div> +<div class="verse">So much I need thy grace to guide,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thy reproving eye,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As when the sound of human praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Grows pleasant to my ear,</div> +<div class="verse">And in its light my broken ways</div> +<div class="vind2">Fair and complete appear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By failure and defeat made wise,</div> +<div class="vind2">We come to know, at length,</div> +<div class="verse">What strength within our weakness lies,</div> +<div class="vind2">What weakness in our strength;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What inward peace is born of strife</div> +<div class="vind2">What power of being spent;</div> +<div class="verse">What wings unto our upward life</div> +<div class="vind2">Is noble discontent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord, we need thy shaming look</div> +<div class="vind2">That burns all low desire;</div> +<div class="verse">The discipline of thy rebuke</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be refining fire!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick Lucian Hosmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TOO MUCH SELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some evil upon Rabia fell;</div> +<div class="verse">And one who loved and knew her well</div> +<div class="verse">Murmured that God with pain undue</div> +<div class="verse">Should strike a child so fond and true.</div> +<div class="verse">But she replied, "Believe and trust</div> +<div class="verse">That all I suffer is most just.</div> +<div class="verse">I had, in contemplation, striven</div> +<div class="verse">To realize the joys of heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">I had extended fancy's flights</div> +<div class="verse">Through all that region of delights,</div> +<div class="verse">Had counted, till the numbers failed,</div> +<div class="verse">The pleasures on the blest entailed.</div> +<div class="verse">Had sounded the ecstatic rest</div> +<div class="verse">I should enjoy on Allah's breast—</div> +<div class="verse">And for these thoughts I now atone;</div> +<div class="verse">They were of something of my own,</div> +<div class="verse">And were not thoughts of him alone."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Arabian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE GAIN OF LOSS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O thou so weary of thy self-denials,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so impatient of thy little cross,</div> +<div class="verse">Is it so hard to bear thy daily trials,</div> +<div class="vind2">And count all earthly things a gainful loss?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Behold, we count them happy which endure"?</div> +<div class="verse">What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,</div> +<div class="vind2">Repass the stormy water to secure?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And wilt thou yield thy sure and glorious promise</div> +<div class="vind2">For the poor, fleeting joys earth can afford?</div> +<div class="verse">No hand can take away the treasure from us</div> +<div class="vind2">That rests within the keeping of the Lord.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">{158}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A STRANGE BOON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oft when of God we ask</div> +<div class="vind2">For fuller, happier life,</div> +<div class="verse">He sets us some new task</div> +<div class="vind2">Involving care and strife;</div> +<div class="verse">Is this the boon for which we sought?</div> +<div class="verse">Has prayer new trouble on us brought?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is indeed the boon,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though strange to us it seems;</div> +<div class="verse">We pierce the rock, and soon</div> +<div class="vind2">The blessing on us streams;</div> +<div class="verse">For when we are the most athirst,</div> +<div class="verse">Then the clear waters on us burst.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We toil as in the field</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherein, to us unknown,</div> +<div class="verse">A treasure lies concealed</div> +<div class="vind2">Which may be all our own.</div> +<div class="verse">And shall we of the toil complain</div> +<div class="verse">That speedily will bring such gain?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We dig the wells of life,</div> +<div class="vind2">And God the waters gives;</div> +<div class="verse">We win our way by strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then he within us lives;</div> +<div class="verse">And only war could make us meet</div> +<div class="verse">For peace so sacred and so sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Toke Lynch.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>STILL HOPE! STILL ACT!</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still hope! still act! Be sure that life</div> +<div class="vind2">The source and strength of every good,</div> +<div class="verse">Wastes down in feeling's empty strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">And dies in dreaming's sickly mood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To toil in tasks however mean</div> +<div class="vind2">For all we know of right and true—</div> +<div class="verse">In this alone our worth is seen,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis this we were ordained to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So shalt thou find, in work and thought:</div> +<div class="vind2">The peace that sorrow cannot give;</div> +<div class="verse">Though grief's worst pangs to thee be taught,</div> +<div class="vind2">By thee let others nobler live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, wait not in the darksome forest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where thou must needs be left alone,</div> +<div class="verse">But e'en when memory is sorest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seek out a path and journey on!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt have angels near above</div> +<div class="vind2">By whom invisible aid is given;</div> +<div class="verse">They journey still on tasks of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And never rest except in heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THEY SHALL NOT OVERFLOW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the floods of tribulation,</div> +<div class="vind2">While the billows o'er me roll,</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus whispers consolation</div> +<div class="vind2">And supports my fainting soul;</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction</div> +<div class="vind2">That brings Jesus to my soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus the lion yields me honey,</div> +<div class="vind2">From the eater food is given;</div> +<div class="verse">Strengthened thus I still press forward,</div> +<div class="vind2">Singing on my way to heaven.</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Helping speed me on to heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So in darkest dispensations</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth my faithful Lord appear,</div> +<div class="verse">With his richest consolations</div> +<div class="vind2">To reanimate and cheer;</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus to bring my Saviour near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Floods of tribulation heighten,</div> +<div class="vind2">Billows still around me roar;</div> +<div class="verse">Those who know not Christ they frighten;</div> +<div class="vind2">But my soul defies their power:</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus to bring my Saviour near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the sacred page recorded,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus His word securely stands;</div> +<div class="verse">"Fear not; I'm, in trouble, near thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Naught shall pluck thee from my hands."</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Every word my love demands.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All I meet, I find, assists me</div> +<div class="vind2">In my path to heavenly joy,</div> +<div class="verse">Where, though trials now attend me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trials never more annoy.</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Every promise gives me joy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wearing there a weight of glory,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still the path I'll ne'er forget,</div> +<div class="verse">But, exulting, cry it led me</div> +<div class="vind2">To my blessed Saviour's seat;</div> +<div class="vind6">Sweet affliction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which hath brought me to his feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Pearce.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Glory to God—to God! he saith,</div> +<div class="verse">Knowledge by suffering entereth,</div> +<div class="verse">And life is perfected by death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">{159}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS WAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked for grace to lift me high,</div> +<div class="vind2">Above the world's depressing cares.</div> +<div class="verse">God sent me sorrows,—with a sigh</div> +<div class="vind2">I said, He has not heard my prayers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked for light, that I might see</div> +<div class="vind2">My path along life's thorny road;</div> +<div class="verse">But clouds and darkness shadowed me</div> +<div class="vind2">When I expected light from God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked for peace, that I might rest</div> +<div class="vind2">To think my sacred duties o'er,</div> +<div class="verse">When lo! such horrors filled my breast</div> +<div class="vind2">As I had never felt before.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And O, I cried, can this be prayer</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose plaints the steadfast mountains move?</div> +<div class="verse">Can this be heaven's prevailing care?</div> +<div class="vind2">And, O my God, is this thy love?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But soon I found that sorrow, worn</div> +<div class="vind2">As duty's garment, strength supplies,</div> +<div class="verse">And out of darkness meekly borne</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto the righteous light doth rise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And soon I found that fears which stirred</div> +<div class="vind2">My startled soul God's will to do,</div> +<div class="verse">On me more real peace conferred</div> +<div class="vind2">Than in life's calm I ever knew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, Lord, in thy mysterious ways</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead my dependent spirit on,</div> +<div class="verse">And whensoe'er it kneels and prays,</div> +<div class="vind2">Teach it to say, "Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let its one thought, one hope, one prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine image seek, thy glory see;</div> +<div class="verse">Let every other wish and care</div> +<div class="vind2">Be left confidingly to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Samuel Bewley Monsell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COMPENSATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in each shell the diver brings to air</div> +<div class="verse">Is found the priceless pearl, but only where</div> +<div class="verse">Mangled, and torn, and bruised well-nigh to death,</div> +<div class="verse">The wounded oyster draws its laboring breath.</div> +<div class="verse">O tired and suffering soul! gauge here your gain;</div> +<div class="verse">The pearl of patience is the fruit of pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DARK ANGEL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Count each affliction, whether light or grave,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's messenger sent down to thee. Do thou</div> +<div class="vind2">With courtesy receive him, rise and bow,</div> +<div class="verse">And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave</div> +<div class="verse">Permission first his heavenly feet to lave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow</div> +<div class="vind2">No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow</div> +<div class="verse">Or mar thy hospitality; no wave</div> +<div class="verse">Of mortal tumult to obliterate</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief should be,</div> +<div class="verse">Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;</div> +<div class="vind2">Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;</div> +<div class="verse">Strong to consume small troubles, to commend</div> +<div class="verse">Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Aubrey Thomas De Vere.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SONG—SERMON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, what is man,</div> +<div class="verse">That thou art mindful of him?</div> +<div class="verse">Though in creation's van,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, what is man?</div> +<div class="verse">He wills less than he can,</div> +<div class="verse">Lets his ideal scoff him!</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, what is man,</div> +<div class="verse">That thou art mindful of him?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, shall we grumble when thy flames do scourge us?</div> +<div class="verse">Our sins breathe fire; thy fire returns to purge us.</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, what an alchemist art thou, whose skill</div> +<div class="verse">Transmutes to perfect good from perfect ill!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Quarles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The path of sorrow, and that path alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">No traveler e'er reached that blest abode</div> +<div class="verse">Who found not thorns and briers in his road.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">{160}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TAKE AWAY PAIN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cry of man's anguish went up unto God:</div> +<div class="vind6">"Lord, take away pain—</div> +<div class="verse">The shadow that darkens the world thou hast made,</div> +<div class="vind6">The close-coiling chain</div> +<div class="verse">That strangles the heart, the burden that weighs</div> +<div class="vind6">On the wings that would soar—</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, take away pain from the world thou hast made,</div> +<div class="vind6">That it love thee the more!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then answered the Lord to the cry of his world:</div> +<div class="vind6">"Shall I take away pain</div> +<div class="verse">And with it the power of the soul to endure,</div> +<div class="vind6">Made strong by the strain?</div> +<div class="verse">Shall I take away pity, that knits heart to heart,</div> +<div class="vind6">And sacrifice high?</div> +<div class="verse">Will ye lose all your heroes that lift from the fire</div> +<div class="vind6">White brows to the sky?</div> +<div class="verse">Shall I take away love, that redeems with a price</div> +<div class="vind6">And smiles at its loss?</div> +<div class="verse">Can ye spare from your lives, that would climb unto mine,</div> +<div class="vind6">The Christ on his cross?"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis not alone in the sunshine</div> +<div class="vind2">Our lives grow pure and true;</div> +<div class="verse">There is growth as well in the shadow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And pain has a work to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So it comes to me more and more</div> +<div class="vind2">As I enter upon each new day:</div> +<div class="verse">The love of the Father eternal</div> +<div class="vind2">Is over us all the way.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"In pastures green"? Not always; sometimes he</div> +<div class="verse">Who knoweth best in kindness leadeth me</div> +<div class="verse">In weary ways where heavy shadows be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But where He leads me I can safely go,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the blest hereafter I shall know</div> +<div class="verse">Why in his wisdom he hath led me so.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SONG OF SOLACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou sweet hand of God, that so woundest my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou makest me smile while thou mak'st me to smart;</div> +<div class="verse">It seems as if God were at ball-play; and I,</div> +<div class="verse">The harder he strikes me the higher I fly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I own it, he bruises, he pierces me sore;</div> +<div class="verse">But the hammer and chisel afflict me no more.</div> +<div class="verse">Shall I tell you the reason? It is that I see</div> +<div class="verse">The Sculptor will carve out an angel for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I shrink from no suffering, how painful soe'er,</div> +<div class="verse">When once I can feel that my God's hand is there;</div> +<div class="verse">For soft on the anvil the iron shall glow</div> +<div class="verse">When the Smith with his hammer deals blow upon blow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God presses me hard, but he gives patience, too!</div> +<div class="verse">And I say to myself, "'Tis no more than my due,"</div> +<div class="verse">And no tone from the organ can swell on the breeze</div> +<div class="verse">Till the organist's fingers press down on the keys.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So come, then, and welcome the blow and the pain!</div> +<div class="verse">Without them no mortal to heaven can attain;</div> +<div class="verse">For what can the sheaves on the barn floor avail</div> +<div class="verse">Till the thresher shall beat out the chaff with his flail?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis only a moment God chastens with pain;</div> +<div class="verse">Joy follows on sorrow like sunshine on rain.</div> +<div class="verse">Then bear thou what God on thy spirit shall lay;</div> +<div class="verse">Be dumb; but, when tempted to murmur, then pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the German.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing sent,</div> +<div class="verse">What time will then remain for murmurs or lament?</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">{161}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We must live through the weary winter</div> +<div class="vind2">If we would value the spring;</div> +<div class="verse">And the woods must be cold and silent</div> +<div class="vind2">Before the robins sing.</div> +<div class="verse">The flowers must lie buried in darkness</div> +<div class="vind2">Before they can bud and bloom;</div> +<div class="verse">And the sweetest and warmest sunshine</div> +<div class="vind2">Comes after the storm and gloom.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Agnes L. Pratt.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We look along the shining ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">To see the angel faces;</div> +<div class="verse">They come to us in darkest days</div> +<div class="vind2">And in the blackest places.</div> +<div class="verse">The strongest hearts have strongest need,</div> +<div class="vind2">To them the fiery trial;</div> +<div class="verse">Who walks a saint in word and deed</div> +<div class="vind2">Is saint by self-denial.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is it true, O Christ in heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">That the strongest suffer most,</div> +<div class="verse">That the wisest wander farthest,</div> +<div class="vind2">And most hopelessly are lost?</div> +<div class="verse">That the mark of rank in nature</div> +<div class="vind2">Is capacity for pain,</div> +<div class="verse">That the anguish of the singer</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes the sweetness of the strain?</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, block by block, with sore and sharp endeavor,</div> +<div class="verse">Lifelong we build these human natures up</div> +<div class="vind2">Into a temple fit for freedom's shrine.</div> +<div class="verse">And trial ever consecrates the cup</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherefrom we pour her sacrificial wine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But all God's angels come to us disguised;</div> +<div class="verse">Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,</div> +<div class="verse">One after other lift their frowning masks,</div> +<div class="verse">And we behold the seraph's face beneath</div> +<div class="verse">All radiant with the glory and the calm</div> +<div class="verse">Of having looked upon the front of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The man whom God delights to bless</div> +<div class="verse">He never curses with success.</div> +<div class="verse">Thrice happy loss which makes me see</div> +<div class="verse">My happiness is all in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who ne'er has suffered, he has lived but half.</div> +<div class="vind2">Who never failed, he never strove or sought.</div> +<div class="verse">Who never wept is stranger to a laugh</div> +<div class="vind2">And he who never doubted never thought.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—J. B. Goode.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I thank thee, Lord, that all my joy</div> +<div class="vind2">Is touched with pain;</div> +<div class="verse">That shadows fall on brightest hours;</div> +<div class="vind2">That thorns remain;</div> +<div class="verse">So that earth's bliss may be my guide,</div> +<div class="vind2">And not my chain.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Would'st thou from sorrow find a sweet relief?</div> +<div class="vind2">Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold?</div> +<div class="verse">Balm would'st thou gather for corroding grief?</div> +<div class="vind2">Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou weary, tender heart?</div> +<div class="vind6">Be glad of pain;</div> +<div class="verse">In sorrow sweetest things will grow</div> +<div class="vind6">As flowers in rain.</div> +<div class="verse">God watches; and thou wilt have sun</div> +<div class="verse">When clouds their perfect work have done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lucy Larcom.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose golden rounds are our calamities</div> +<div class="verse">Whereon our firm feet planting nearer God</div> +<div class="verse">The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes unsealed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the pleasant orchard closes,</div> +<div class="vind2">"God bless all our gains," say we;</div> +<div class="verse">But "May God bless all our losses,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Better suits with our degree.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our toil is sweet with thankfulness,</div> +<div class="vind4">Our burden is our boon;</div> +<div class="vind2">The curse of earth's gray morning is</div> +<div class="vind4">The blessing of its noon.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">{162}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hold it true, whate'er befall,</div> +<div class="vind2">I feel it, when I sorrow most;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis better to have loved and lost</div> +<div class="verse">Than never to have loved at all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The fountain of joy is fed by tears,</div> +<div class="vind2">And love is lit by the breath of sighs;</div> +<div class="verse">The deepest griefs and the wildest fears</div> +<div class="vind2">Have holiest ministries.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josiah Gilbert Holland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I held it truth, with him who sings</div> +<div class="vind2">To one clear harp in divers tones</div> +<div class="vind2">That men may rise on stepping stones</div> +<div class="verse">Of their dead selves to higher things.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone,</div> +<div class="verse">Which must be shaped or else aside as useless thrown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My sorrows have not been so light</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy chastening hand I could not trace,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor have my blessings been so great</div> +<div class="vind2">That they have hid my Father's face.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Put pain from out the world, what room were left</div> +<div class="verse">For thanks to God, for love to man?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heaven is not always angry when he strikes,</div> +<div class="verse">But most chastises those whom most he likes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Pomfret.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The good are better made by ill,</div> +<div class="verse">As odors crushed are sweeter still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Rogers.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only those are crowned and sainted</div> +<div class="verse">Who with grief have been acquainted.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">{163}</a></span></p> + +<h2>LOVE</h2> + +<h3>DIVINE GOODNESS, UNSELFISHNESS</h3> + + +<h4>LOVE'S FULFILLING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">O Love is weak</div> +<div class="verse">Which counts the answers and the gains,</div> +<div class="verse">Weighs all the losses and the pains,</div> +<div class="verse">And eagerly each fond word drains</div> +<div class="vind6">A joy to seek.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">When Love is strong</div> +<div class="verse">It never tarries to take heed,</div> +<div class="verse">Or know if its return exceed</div> +<div class="verse">Its gifts; in its sweet haste no greed,</div> +<div class="vind6">No strifes belong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">It hardly asks</div> +<div class="verse">If it be loved at all; to take</div> +<div class="verse">So barren seems, when it can make</div> +<div class="verse">Such bliss, for the belovèd's sake,</div> +<div class="vind6">Of bitter tasks.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Its ecstacy</div> +<div class="verse">Could find hard death so beauteous,</div> +<div class="verse">It sees through tears how Christ loved us,</div> +<div class="verse">And speaks, in saying "I love thus,"</div> +<div class="vind6">No blasphemy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">So much we miss</div> +<div class="verse">If love is weak, so much we gain</div> +<div class="verse">If love is strong, God thinks no pain</div> +<div class="verse">Too sharp or lasting to ordain</div> +<div class="vind6">To teach us this.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Helen Hunt Jackson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If suddenly upon the street</div> +<div class="verse">My gracious Saviour I should meet,</div> +<div class="verse">And he should say, "As I love thee,</div> +<div class="verse">What love hast thou to offer me?"</div> +<div class="verse">Then what could this poor heart of mine</div> +<div class="verse">Dare offer to that heart divine?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His eye would pierce my outward show,</div> +<div class="verse">His thought my inmost thought would know;</div> +<div class="verse">And if I said, "I love thee, Lord,"</div> +<div class="verse">He would not heed my spoken word,</div> +<div class="verse">Because my daily life would tell</div> +<div class="verse">If verily I loved him well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If on the day or in the place</div> +<div class="verse">Wherein he met me face to face</div> +<div class="verse">My life could show some kindness done,</div> +<div class="verse">Some purpose formed, some work begun,</div> +<div class="verse">For his dear sake, then, it were meet</div> +<div class="verse">Love's gift to lay at Jesus' feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Francis Richardson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE COMMON OFFERING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not the deed we do—</div> +<div class="vind2">Tho' the deed be never so fair—</div> +<div class="verse">But the <i>love</i> that the dear Lord looketh for</div> +<div class="vind2">Hidden with holy care</div> +<div class="vind2">In the heart of the deed so fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The love is the priceless thing,</div> +<div class="vind2">The treasure our treasure must hold</div> +<div class="verse">Or ever our Lord will take the gift,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or tell the worth of the gold</div> +<div class="vind2">By the love that cannot be told.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Behold us—the rich and the poor—</div> +<div class="vind2">Dear Lord, in thy service draw near;</div> +<div class="verse">One consecrateth a precious coin,</div> +<div class="vind2">One droppeth only a tear;</div> +<div class="vind2">Look, Master, the love is here!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Harriet McEwen Kimball.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">True love shall trust, but selfish love must die,</div> +<div class="vind2">For trust is peace, and self is full of pain;</div> +<div class="verse">Arise and heal thy brother's grief; his tears</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall wash thy love, and it will live again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">{164}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EXPECTING AND KNOWING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Faith, Hope and Love were questioned what they thought</div> +<div class="verse">Of future glory which religion taught;</div> +<div class="verse">Now Faith <i>believed</i> it to be firmly true,</div> +<div class="verse">And Hope <i>expected</i> so to find it too;</div> +<div class="verse">Love answered, smiling with unconscious glow,</div> +<div class="verse">"Believe? expect? I <i>know</i> it to be so."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LOVE OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Could we with ink the ocean fill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Were the whole world of parchment made,</div> +<div class="verse">Were every single stick a quill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Were every man a scribe by trade;</div> +<div class="verse">To write the love of God alone</div> +<div class="vind2">Would drain the ocean dry;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor could the scroll contain the whole</div> +<div class="vind2">Though stretched from sky to sky.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE KINGDOM OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I say to thee—do thou repeat</div> +<div class="vind2">To the first man thou mayest meet</div> +<div class="verse">In lane, highway, or open street—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That he, and we, and all men move</div> +<div class="vind2">Under a canopy of love</div> +<div class="verse">As broad as the blue sky above;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That doubt and trouble, fear and pain</div> +<div class="vind2">And anguish, all are shadows vain;</div> +<div class="verse">That death itself shall not remain;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That weary deserts we may tread,</div> +<div class="vind2">A dreary labyrinth may thread,</div> +<div class="verse">Through dark ways under ground be led,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, if we will our Guide obey,</div> +<div class="vind2">The dreariest path, the darkest way,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall issue out in heavenly day,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And we, on divers shores now cast,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,</div> +<div class="verse">All in our Father's house at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, ere thou leave him, say thou this</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet one word more: They only miss</div> +<div class="verse">The winning of that final bliss</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who will not count it true that love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blessing, not cursing, rules above,</div> +<div class="verse">And that in it we live and move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And one thing further make him know:</div> +<div class="vind2">That to believe these things are so,</div> +<div class="verse">This firm faith never to forego,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Despite of all that seems at strife</div> +<div class="vind2">With blessing, all with curses rife,</div> +<div class="verse">That <i>this</i> is blessing, <i>this</i> is life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S ALL-EMBRACING LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou grace divine, encircling all,</div> +<div class="vind2">A soundless, shoreless sea</div> +<div class="verse">Wherein at last our souls shall fall;</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God most free,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When over dizzy steeps we go</div> +<div class="vind2">One soft hand blinds our eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">The other leads us, safe and slow,</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God, most wise!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And though we turn us from thy face,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wander wide and long,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace,</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God most strong!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The saddened heart, the restless soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">The toil-worn frame and mind,</div> +<div class="verse">Alike confess thy sweet control,</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God most kind!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But not alone thy care we claim</div> +<div class="vind2">Our wayward steps to win;</div> +<div class="verse">We know thee by a dearer name,</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God, within!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And filled and quickened by thy breath</div> +<div class="vind2">Our souls are strong and free</div> +<div class="verse">To rise o'er sin, and fear, and death,</div> +<div class="vind2">O love of God, to thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Scudder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, how skillful grows the hand</div> +<div class="verse">That obeyeth Love's command!</div> +<div class="verse">It is the heart, and not the brain,</div> +<div class="verse">That to the highest doth attain,</div> +<div class="verse">And he who followeth Love's behest</div> +<div class="verse">Far excelleth all the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I truly love the One</div> +<div class="vind2">All the loves are mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Alien to my heart is none</div> +<div class="vind2">And life grows divine.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">{165}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S MERCY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's a wideness in God's mercy</div> +<div class="vind2">Like the wideness of the sea;</div> +<div class="verse">There's a kindness in his justice</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is more than liberty.</div> +<div class="verse">There is welcome for the sinner,</div> +<div class="vind2">And more graces for the good;</div> +<div class="verse">There is mercy with the Saviour;</div> +<div class="vind2">There is healing in his blood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no place where earth's sorrows</div> +<div class="vind2">Are more felt than up in heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">There is no place where earth's failings</div> +<div class="vind2">Have such kindly judgment given.</div> +<div class="verse">There is plentiful redemption</div> +<div class="vind2">In the blood that has been shed;</div> +<div class="verse">There is joy for all the members</div> +<div class="vind2">In the sorrows of the Head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the love of God is broader</div> +<div class="vind2">Than the measure of man's mind,</div> +<div class="verse">And the heart of the Eternal</div> +<div class="vind2">Is most wonderfully kind.</div> +<div class="verse">If our love were but more simple,</div> +<div class="vind2">We should take him at his word,</div> +<div class="verse">And our lives would be all sunshine</div> +<div class="vind2">In the sweetness of our Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LOVE THAT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not what I am, O Lord, but what thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">That, that alone, can be my soul's true rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is thy perfect love that casts out fear;</div> +<div class="vind2">I know the voice that speaks the "It is I."</div> +<div class="verse">And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer</div> +<div class="vind2">I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy name is Love! I hear it from the Cross;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy name is Love! I read it in yon tomb;</div> +<div class="verse">All meaner love is perishable dross,</div> +<div class="vind2">But this shall light me through time's thickest gloom.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It blesses now, and shall forever bless;</div> +<div class="vind2">It saves me now, and shall forever save;</div> +<div class="verse">It holds me up in days of helplessness,</div> +<div class="vind2">It bears me safely o'er each swelling wave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Girt with the love of God on every side,</div> +<div class="vind2">Breathing that love as heaven's own healing air,</div> +<div class="verse">I work or wait, still following my Guide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Braving each foe, escaping every snare.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis what I know of thee my Lord and God,</div> +<div class="vind2">That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, my rod,</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaning on thee, in weakness I am strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am all want and hunger; this faint heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Pines for a fullness which it finds not here,</div> +<div class="verse">Dear ones are leaving, and as they depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Make room within for something yet more dear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More of thyself, oh, show me hour by hour</div> +<div class="vind2">More of thy glory, O my God and Lord!</div> +<div class="verse">More of thyself in all thy grace and power</div> +<div class="vind2">More of thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love that asketh love again</div> +<div class="verse">Finds the barter naught but pain;</div> +<div class="verse">Love that giveth in full store,</div> +<div class="verse">Aye receives as much, and more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love, exacting nothing back,</div> +<div class="verse">Never knoweth any lack;</div> +<div class="verse">Love, compelling love to pay,</div> +<div class="verse">Sees him bankrupt every day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint</div> +<div class="verse">And purpose clean as light from every selfish taint.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">{166}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS BANNER OVER ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Surrounded by unnumbered foes,</div> +<div class="verse">Against my soul the battle goes!</div> +<div class="verse">Yet, though I weary, sore distrest,</div> +<div class="verse">I know that I shall reach my rest.</div> +<div class="verse">I lift my tearful eyes above;</div> +<div class="verse">His banner over me is love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Its sword my spirit will not yield,</div> +<div class="verse">Though flesh may faint upon the field;</div> +<div class="verse">He waves before my fading sight</div> +<div class="verse">The branch of palm—the crown of light;</div> +<div class="verse">I lift my brightening eyes above,</div> +<div class="verse">His banner over me is love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My cloud of battle-dust may dim,</div> +<div class="verse">His veil of splendor curtain him,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the midnight of my fear</div> +<div class="verse">I may not feel him standing near;</div> +<div class="verse">But, as I lift mine eyes above,</div> +<div class="verse">His banner over me is love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gerald Massey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SPILT PEARLS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His courtiers of the caliph crave:</div> +<div class="vind2">"O say how this may be,</div> +<div class="verse">That of thy slaves this Ethiop slave</div> +<div class="vind2">Is best beloved by thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"For he is hideous as the night:</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet when has ever chose</div> +<div class="verse">A nightingale for its delight</div> +<div class="vind2">A hueless, scentless rose?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The caliph then: "No features fair,</div> +<div class="vind2">No comely mien are his;</div> +<div class="verse">Love is the beauty he doth wear;</div> +<div class="vind2">And love his glory is.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Once when a camel of my train</div> +<div class="vind2">There fell, in narrow street,</div> +<div class="verse">From broken casket rolled amain</div> +<div class="vind2">Rich pearls before my feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"I nodding to my slaves that I</div> +<div class="vind2">Would freely give them these,</div> +<div class="verse">At once upon the spoil they fly</div> +<div class="vind2">The costly boon to seize.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"One only at my side remained—</div> +<div class="vind2">Beside this Ethiop none;</div> +<div class="verse">He, moveless as the steed he reined,</div> +<div class="vind2">Behind me sat alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"'What will thy gain, good fellow, be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thus lingering at my side?'</div> +<div class="verse">'My king, that I shall faithfully</div> +<div class="vind2">Have guarded thee,' he cried.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"True servant's title he may wear,</div> +<div class="vind2">He only, who has not,</div> +<div class="verse">For his lord's gifts, how rich soe'er,</div> +<div class="vind2">His lord himself forgot!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So thou alone dost walk before</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy God with perfect aim,</div> +<div class="verse">From him desiring nothing more</div> +<div class="vind2">Beside himself to claim.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For if thou not to him aspire,</div> +<div class="vind2">But to his gifts alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Not love, but covetous desire,</div> +<div class="vind2">Has brought thee to his throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While such thy prayer; it climbs above</div> +<div class="vind2">In vain—the golden key</div> +<div class="verse">Of God's rich treasure-house of love</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine own will never be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi, tr. by Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HIGHER PRIVILEGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For some the narrow lane of "must,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Be mine the big, broad "may";</div> +<div class="verse">Better to love—be happy—trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">Than simply to obey.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O troubled over many things,</div> +<div class="vind2">Choose thou the better part;</div> +<div class="verse">Service unconscious of itself,</div> +<div class="vind2">And childlikeness of heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why cast your burden on the Lord</div> +<div class="vind2">And strive to drag it, too?</div> +<div class="verse">Call work an opportunity</div> +<div class="vind2">Till it grows joy to you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Ought" is a servant's work, not mine;</div> +<div class="vind2">I sign no grudging pledge;</div> +<div class="verse">I am a child and son; my toil</div> +<div class="vind2">Is only privilege.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who'd be a thrall to vain debates</div> +<div class="vind2">Of "were this right or wrong,"</div> +<div class="verse">When he might toss these cares to God</div> +<div class="vind2">And catch instead a song!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why breathe earth's heavy atmosphere,</div> +<div class="vind2">Forgetful we can fly,</div> +<div class="verse">When the high zenith, "God is Love,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Allures us to the sky?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The virtues hide their vanquished fires</div> +<div class="vind2">Within that whiter flame,</div> +<div class="verse">Till conscience grows irrelevant,</div> +<div class="vind2">And duty but a name!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">{167}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE WIDOW'S OIL</h4> + +<h5>2 Kings 4. 1-6</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pour forth the oil, pour boldly forth,</div> +<div class="vind2">It will not fail until</div> +<div class="verse">Thou failest vessels to provide</div> +<div class="vind2">Which it may freely fill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But then, when such are found no more,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though flowing broad and free</div> +<div class="verse">Till then, and nourished from on high,</div> +<div class="vind2">It straightway stanched will be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dig channels for the streams of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where they may broadly run;</div> +<div class="verse">And love has overflowing streams</div> +<div class="vind2">To fill them every one.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But if at any time thou cease</div> +<div class="vind2">Such channels to provide,</div> +<div class="verse">The very founts of love for thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Will soon be parched and dried.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For we must share, if we would keep,</div> +<div class="vind2">That good thing from above;</div> +<div class="verse">Ceasing to give, we cease to have;</div> +<div class="vind2">Such is the law of love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONLY LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord and Father, great and holy!</div> +<div class="vind2">Fearing naught, we come to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Fearing naught, though weak and lowly,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thy love has made us free.</div> +<div class="verse">By the blue sky bending o'er us,</div> +<div class="vind2">By the green earth's flowery zone,</div> +<div class="verse">Teach us, Lord, the angel chorus,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Thou art Love, and Love alone!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though the worlds in flame should perish,</div> +<div class="vind2">Suns and stars in ruin fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Trust in thee our hearts should cherish,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou to us be all in all.</div> +<div class="verse">And though heavens thy name are praising,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seraphs hymn no sweeter tone</div> +<div class="verse">Than the strains our hearts are raising,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Thou art Love, and Love alone!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic William Farrar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That love for one from which there doth not spring</div> +<div class="verse">Wide love for all is but a worthless thing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JOHN AND JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A voice by Jordan's shore!</div> +<div class="vind2">A summons stern and clear:</div> +<div class="verse">Reform! be just! and sin no more!</div> +<div class="vind2">God's judgment draweth near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A voice by Galilee,</div> +<div class="vind2">A holier voice I hear;</div> +<div class="verse">Love God! thy neighbor love! for, see,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's mercy draweth near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O voice of Duty, still</div> +<div class="vind2">Speak forth; I hear with awe.</div> +<div class="verse">In thee I own the sovereign will,</div> +<div class="vind2">Obey the sovereign law.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou higher voice of Love!</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet speak thy word in me;</div> +<div class="verse">Through Duty let me upward move</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy pure liberty!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT REDRESS?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pray you, do not use this thing</div> +<div class="verse">For vengeance; but if questioning</div> +<div class="verse">What wound, when dealt your humankind,</div> +<div class="verse">Goes deepest—surely he shall find</div> +<div class="verse">Who wrongs you, loving <i>him</i> no less—</div> +<div class="verse">There's nothing hurts like tenderness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FORGIVENESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When on the fragrant sandal-tree</div> +<div class="vind2">The woodman's axe descends,</div> +<div class="verse">And she who bloomed so beauteously</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the keen stroke bends,</div> +<div class="verse">E'en on the edge that wrought her death</div> +<div class="verse">Dying she breathed her sweetest breath,</div> +<div class="verse">As if to token, in her fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Peace to her foes, and love to all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How hardly man this lesson learns,</div> +<div class="verse">To smile, and bless the hand that spurns;</div> +<div class="verse">To see the blow, to feel the pain,</div> +<div class="verse">But render only love again!</div> +<div class="verse">This spirit not to earth is given—</div> +<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">One</span> had it, but he came from heaven.</div> +<div class="verse">Reviled, rejected, and betrayed,</div> +<div class="verse">No curse he breathed, no plaint he made,</div> +<div class="verse">But when in death's deep pang he sighed</div> +<div class="verse">Prayed for his murderers, and died.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">{168}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOVE COUNTETH NOT THE COST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is an ancient story, simply told,</div> +<div class="verse">As ever were the holy things of old,</div> +<div class="verse">Of one who served through many a toiling year</div> +<div class="verse">To earn at last the joy he held most dear;</div> +<div class="verse">A weary term, to others strangely lost.</div> +<div class="verse">What mattered it? Love counteth not the cost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet not alone beneath far Eastern skies</div> +<div class="verse">The faithful life hath, patient, won its prize;</div> +<div class="verse">Whenever hearts beat high and brave hopes swell</div> +<div class="verse">The soul, some Rachel waits beside the well;</div> +<div class="verse">For her the load is borne, the desert crossed.</div> +<div class="verse">What matters it? Love counteth not the cost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This then of man—and what, dear Lord, of thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Bowed in the midnight of Gethsemane—</div> +<div class="verse">Come from those regions infinite with peace,</div> +<div class="verse">To buy with such a price the world's release?</div> +<div class="verse">Thy voice descends, through ages tempest-tossed,</div> +<div class="verse">"What matters it? Love counteth not the cost."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Christ, Redeemer, Master! I who stand</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath the pressure of thy gracious hand—</div> +<div class="verse">What is the service thou wouldst have from me?</div> +<div class="verse">What is the burden to be borne for thee?</div> +<div class="verse">I, too, would say, though care and fear exhaust,</div> +<div class="verse">"What matters it? Love counteth not the cost."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOVE OF HOME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy voice is heard through rolling drums</div> +<div class="vind2">That beat to battle where he stands;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy face across his fancy comes,</div> +<div class="vind2">And gives the battle to his hands.</div> +<div class="verse">A moment, while the trumpets blow,</div> +<div class="vind2">He sees his brood about thy knee;</div> +<div class="verse">The next, like fire he meets the foe,</div> +<div class="vind2">And strikes him dead for thine and thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE KIND TO THYSELF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Comes a message from above—</div> +<div class="verse">"As thyself thy neighbor love."</div> +<div class="verse">With myself so vexed I grow—</div> +<div class="verse">Of my weakness weary so;</div> +<div class="verse">Easier may I tolerate</div> +<div class="verse">My neighbor than myself not hate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take not part of thee for whole;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art neighbor to thy soul;</div> +<div class="verse">The ray from heaven that gilds the clod</div> +<div class="verse">Love thou, for it comes from God.</div> +<div class="verse">Bear thou with thy human clay,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest thou miss the heaven-sent ray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Sandford Martin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOVE AND LIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through love to light! oh wonderful the way</div> +<div class="verse">That leads from darkness to the perfect day!</div> +<div class="verse">From darkness and from sorrow of the night</div> +<div class="verse">To morning that comes singing o'er the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Through love to light! Through light, O God, to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Who art the love of love, the eternal light of light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SYMPATHETIC LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Love divine, that stooped to share</div> +<div class="vind2">Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear!</div> +<div class="verse">On thee we cast each earthborn care;</div> +<div class="vind2">We smile at pain while thou art near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though long the weary way we tread,</div> +<div class="vind2">And sorrow crown each lingering year,</div> +<div class="verse">No path we shun, no darkness dread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our hearts still whispering, "Thou art near!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When drooping pleasure turns to grief</div> +<div class="vind2">And trembling faith is changed to fear,</div> +<div class="verse">The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall softly tell us, "Thou art near!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On thee we fling our burdening woe,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Love divine, forever dear;</div> +<div class="verse">Content to suffer while we know,</div> +<div class="vind2">Living and dying, thou art near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Wendell Holmes.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">{169}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands;</div> +<div class="verse">Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.</div> +<div class="verse">Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;</div> +<div class="verse">Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For, lo! in hidden deep accord</div> +<div class="verse">The servant may be like his Lord.</div> +<div class="verse">And thy love, our love shining through,</div> +<div class="verse">May tell the world that thou art true,</div> +<div class="verse">Till those who see us see thee too.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who loves, no law can ever bind;</div> +<div class="vind2">He'd cleave to God as well</div> +<div class="verse">Were there no golden heaven's reward,</div> +<div class="vind2">And no dark cave of hell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To halls of heavenly truth admission wouldst thou win?</div> +<div class="verse">Oft knowledge stands without, while Love may enter in.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For others' sake to make life sweet</div> +<div class="verse">Though thorns may pierce your weary feet;</div> +<div class="verse">For others' sake to walk each day</div> +<div class="verse">As if joy helped you all the way,</div> +<div class="verse">While in the heart may be a grave</div> +<div class="verse">That makes it hard to be so brave.</div> +<div class="vind6">Herein, I think, is love.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;</div> +<div class="verse">If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning</div> +<div class="verse">Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, yes! I would a phœnix be,</div> +<div class="verse">And burn my heart in Deity!</div> +<div class="verse">Then I should dwell by his dear side,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the self of God abide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The man is happy, Lord, who love like this doth owe:</div> +<div class="verse">Loves thee, his friend in thee, and, for thy sake, his foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Chenevix Trench.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">{170}</a></span></p> + +<h2>HOPE</h2> + +<h3>PROGRESS, OPTIMISM, ENTHUSIASM</h3> + + +<h4>THE PROMISED LAND—TO-MORROW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">High hopes that burned like stars sublime</div> +<div class="vind2">Go down the heavens of freedom,</div> +<div class="verse">And true hearts perish in the time</div> +<div class="vind2">We bitterliest need them;</div> +<div class="verse">But never sit we down and say,</div> +<div class="vind2">There's nothing left but sorrow—</div> +<div class="verse">We walk the wilderness to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Promised Land to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our birds of song are silent now,</div> +<div class="vind2">There are no flowers blooming,</div> +<div class="verse">But life beats in the frozen bough</div> +<div class="vind2">And freedom's spring is coming.</div> +<div class="verse">And freedom's tide comes up alway</div> +<div class="vind2">Though we may stand in sorrow;</div> +<div class="verse">And our good bark, aground to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall float again to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though hearts brood o'er the past, our eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">With shining futures glisten;</div> +<div class="verse">Lo! now the dawn bursts up the skies:</div> +<div class="vind2">Lean out your souls and listen!</div> +<div class="verse">The earth rolls freedom's radiant way,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ripens with her sorrow;</div> +<div class="verse">And 'tis the martyrdom to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">Brings victory to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through all the long night of the years</div> +<div class="vind2">The people's cry ascended;</div> +<div class="verse">The earth was wet with blood and tears</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere their meek sufferings ended.</div> +<div class="verse">The few shall not forever sway,</div> +<div class="vind2">The many toil in sorrow,</div> +<div class="verse">The bars of hell are strong to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">But Christ shall rise to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis weary watching wave on wave,</div> +<div class="vind2">But still the tide heaves onward;</div> +<div class="verse">We climb like corals, grave on grave,</div> +<div class="vind2">But build a pathway sunward;</div> +<div class="verse">We're beaten back in many a fray,</div> +<div class="vind2">But strength divine will borrow—</div> +<div class="verse">And where our vanguard rests to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">Our rear shall march to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, Youth! flame-earnest, still aspire;</div> +<div class="vind2">With energies immortal,</div> +<div class="verse">To many a haven of desire</div> +<div class="vind2">Your yearning opes a portal.</div> +<div class="verse">And though age wearies by the way,</div> +<div class="vind2">And hearts break in the furrow,</div> +<div class="verse">We sow the golden grain to-day—</div> +<div class="vind2">The harvest comes to-morrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gerald Massey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE RIGHT MUST WIN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O it is hard to work for God,</div> +<div class="vind2">To rise and take his part</div> +<div class="verse">Upon this battle-field of earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">And not sometimes lose heart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He hides himself so wondrously,</div> +<div class="vind2">As though there were no God;</div> +<div class="verse">He is least seen when all the powers</div> +<div class="vind2">Of ill are most abroad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Or He deserts us at the hour</div> +<div class="vind2">The fight is all but lost;</div> +<div class="verse">And seems to leave us to ourselves</div> +<div class="vind2">Just when we need him most.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, there is less to try our faith,</div> +<div class="vind2">In our mysterious creed,</div> +<div class="verse">Than in the godless look of earth</div> +<div class="vind2">In these our hours of need.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ill masters good, good seems to change</div> +<div class="vind2">To ill with greatest ease;</div> +<div class="verse">And, worst of all, the good with good</div> +<div class="vind2">Is at cross purposes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not so, but so it looks,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we lose courage then;</div> +<div class="verse">And doubts will come if God hath kept</div> +<div class="vind2">His promises to men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! God is other than we think;</div> +<div class="vind2">His ways are far above;</div> +<div class="verse">Far beyond reason's height, and reached</div> +<div class="vind2">Only by childlike love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The look, the fashion, of God's ways</div> +<div class="vind2">Love's lifelong study are;</div> +<div class="verse">She can be bold, and guess, and act</div> +<div class="vind2">When reason would not dare.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">{171}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She has a prudence of her own;</div> +<div class="vind2">Her step is firm and free.</div> +<div class="verse">Yet there is cautious science, too</div> +<div class="vind2">In her simplicity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Workman of God! oh, lose not heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">But learn what God is like,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the darkest battle-field,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou shalt know where to strike.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thrice blest is he to whom is given</div> +<div class="vind2">The instinct that can tell</div> +<div class="verse">That God is on the field when he</div> +<div class="vind2">Is most invisible.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest, too, is he who can divine</div> +<div class="vind2">Where real right doth lie,</div> +<div class="verse">And dares to take the side that seems</div> +<div class="vind2">Wrong to man's blindfold eye.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then learn to scorn the praise of men</div> +<div class="vind2">And learn to lose with God;</div> +<div class="verse">For Jesus won the world through shame</div> +<div class="vind2">And beckons thee his road.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's glory is a wondrous thing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Most strange in all its ways,</div> +<div class="verse">And, of all things on earth, least like</div> +<div class="vind2">What men agree to praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's justice is a bed where we</div> +<div class="vind2">Our anxious hearts may lay,</div> +<div class="verse">And, weary with ourselves, may sleep</div> +<div class="vind2">Our discontent away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For right is right, since God is God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And right the day must win;</div> +<div class="verse">To doubt would be disloyalty,</div> +<div class="vind2">To falter would be sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Let us believe</div> +<div class="verse">That there is hope for all the hearts that grieve;</div> +<div class="vind6">That somewhere night</div> +<div class="verse">Drifts to a morning beautiful with light,</div> +<div class="vind6">And that the wrong</div> +<div class="verse">Though now it triumphs, wields no scepter long.</div> +<div class="vind6">But right will reign</div> +<div class="verse">Throned where the waves of error beat in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frank L. Stanton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To change and change is life; to move and never rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Not what we are, but what we hope, is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HAVE HOPE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have Hope! it is the brightest star</div> +<div class="vind2">That lights life's pathway down:</div> +<div class="verse">A richer, purer gem than decks</div> +<div class="vind2">An Eastern monarch's crown.</div> +<div class="verse">The Midas that may turn to joy</div> +<div class="vind2">The grief-fount of the soul;</div> +<div class="verse">That paints the prize and bids thee press</div> +<div class="vind2">With fervor to the goal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have Hope! as the tossed mariner</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the wild sea driven</div> +<div class="verse">With rapture hails the polar star—</div> +<div class="vind2">His guiding light to haven—</div> +<div class="verse">So Hope shall gladden thee, and guide</div> +<div class="vind2">Along life's stormy road,</div> +<div class="verse">And as a sacred beacon stand</div> +<div class="vind2">To point thee to thy God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—B. A. G. Fuller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WAITING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Serene, I fold my hands and wait,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor care for wind or tide or sea;</div> +<div class="verse">I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,</div> +<div class="vind2">For, lo! my own shall come to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stay my haste, I make delays,</div> +<div class="vind2">For what avails this eager pace?</div> +<div class="verse">I stand amid the eternal ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">And what is mine shall know my face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Asleep, awake, by night or day,</div> +<div class="vind2">The friends I seek are seeking me;</div> +<div class="verse">No wind can drive my bark astray,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor change the tide of destiny.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter if I stand alone?</div> +<div class="vind2">I wait with joy the coming years;</div> +<div class="verse">My heart shall reap where it has sown</div> +<div class="vind2">And garner up its fruit of tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The waters know their own, and draw</div> +<div class="vind2">The brook that springs in yonder height;</div> +<div class="verse">So flows the good, with equal law,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto the soul of pure delight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stars come nightly to the sky;</div> +<div class="vind2">The tidal wave unto the sea;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor time nor space, nor deep nor high,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can keep my own away from me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Burroughs.</div> +</div></div> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">{172}</a></span></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LARGER HOPE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, yet we trust that somehow good</div> +<div class="vind2">Will be the final goal of ill,</div> +<div class="vind2">To pangs of nature, sins of will,</div> +<div class="verse">Defects of doubt and taints of blood;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That nothing walks with aimless feet;</div> +<div class="vind2">That not one life shall be destroyed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or cast as rubbish to the void</div> +<div class="verse">When God hath made the pile complete;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That not a worm is cloven in vain;</div> +<div class="vind2">That not a moth with vain desire</div> +<div class="vind2">Is shriveled in a fruitless fire,</div> +<div class="verse">Or but subserves another's gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Behold, we know not anything;</div> +<div class="vind2">I can but trust that good shall fall</div> +<div class="vind2">At last—far off—at last, to all,</div> +<div class="verse">And every winter change to spring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So runs my dream; but what am I?</div> +<div class="vind2">An infant crying in the night;</div> +<div class="vind2">An infant crying for the light,</div> +<div class="verse">And with no language but a cry.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">. . . . . . .</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I falter where I firmly trod,</div> +<div class="vind2">And falling with my weight of cares</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the great world's altar-stairs</div> +<div class="verse">That slope through darkness up to God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stretch lame hands of faith and grope,</div> +<div class="vind2">And gather dust and chaff, and call</div> +<div class="vind2">To what I feel is Lord of all,</div> +<div class="verse">And faintly trust the larger hope.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DESPONDENCY REBUKED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Say not, the struggle naught availeth;</div> +<div class="vind2">The labor and the wounds are vain;</div> +<div class="verse">The enemy faints not, nor faileth;</div> +<div class="vind2">And as things have been they remain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;</div> +<div class="vind2">It may be—in yon smoke concealed—</div> +<div class="verse">Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,</div> +<div class="vind2">And, but for you, possess the field.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seem here no painful inch to gain,</div> +<div class="verse">Far back, through creeks and inlets making,</div> +<div class="vind2">Comes, silent, flooding in, the main.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And not by eastern windows only,</div> +<div class="vind2">When daylight comes, comes in the light;</div> +<div class="verse">In front the sun climbs slow—how slowly!</div> +<div class="vind2">But westward, look, the land is bright!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur Hugh Clough.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COMMIT THY WAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Commit thy way to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">The weight which makes thee faint;</div> +<div class="verse">Worlds are to him no load,</div> +<div class="vind2">To him breathe thy complaint.</div> +<div class="verse">He who for winds and clouds</div> +<div class="vind2">Maketh a pathway free,</div> +<div class="verse">Through wastes or hostile crowds,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can make a way for thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou must in him be blest</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere bliss can be secure;</div> +<div class="verse">On his works must thou rest</div> +<div class="vind2">If thy work shall endure.</div> +<div class="verse">To anxious, prying thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And weary, fretting care,</div> +<div class="verse">The highest yieldeth naught:</div> +<div class="vind2">He giveth all to prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father, thy faithful love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy mercy, wise and mild,</div> +<div class="verse">Sees what will blessing prove,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or what will hurt thy child;</div> +<div class="verse">And what thy wise foreseeing</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth for thy children choose</div> +<div class="verse">Thou bringest into being,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor sufferest them to lose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hope, then, though woes be doubled;</div> +<div class="vind2">Hope and be undismayed;</div> +<div class="verse">Let not thy heart be troubled,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor let it be afraid.</div> +<div class="verse">This prison where thou art—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy God will break it soon,</div> +<div class="verse">And flood with light thy heart</div> +<div class="vind2">In his own blessed noon.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Up! up! the day is breaking;</div> +<div class="vind2">Say to thy cares, Good night!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy troubles from thee shaking</div> +<div class="vind2">Like dreams in day's fresh light.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wearest not the crown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor the best course can tell;</div> +<div class="verse">God sitteth on the throne</div> +<div class="vind2">And guideth all things well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Gerhardt, tr. by Elizabeth Rundle Charles.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">{173}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SILVER LINING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's never a day so sunny</div> +<div class="vind2">But a little cloud appears,</div> +<div class="verse">There's never a life so happy</div> +<div class="vind2">But has its time of tears;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet the sun shines out the brighter</div> +<div class="vind2">Whenever the tempest clears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's never a garden growing</div> +<div class="vind2">With roses in every plot;</div> +<div class="verse">There's never a heart so hardened</div> +<div class="vind2">But has one tender spot;</div> +<div class="verse">We have only to prune the border</div> +<div class="vind2">To find the forget-me-not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's never a sun that rises</div> +<div class="vind2">But we know 'twill set at night;</div> +<div class="verse">The tints that gleam in the morning</div> +<div class="vind2">At evening are just as bright;</div> +<div class="verse">And the hour that is the sweetest</div> +<div class="vind2">Is between the dark and light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is never a cup so pleasant</div> +<div class="vind2">But has bitter with the sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">There is never a path so rugged,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bearing not the print of feet,</div> +<div class="verse">But we have a helper furnished</div> +<div class="vind2">For the trials we may meet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is never a way so narrow</div> +<div class="vind2">But the entrance is made straight,</div> +<div class="verse">There is always a guide to point us</div> +<div class="vind2">To the "little wicket gate."</div> +<div class="verse">And the angels will be nearest</div> +<div class="vind2">To a soul that's desolate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is never a heart so haughty</div> +<div class="vind2">But will some day bow and kneel;</div> +<div class="verse">There is never a heart so wounded</div> +<div class="vind2">That the Saviour cannot heal;</div> +<div class="verse">There is many a lowly forehead</div> +<div class="vind2">Bearing now the hidden seal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's never a dream so happy</div> +<div class="vind2">But the waking makes us sad;</div> +<div class="verse">There's never a dream of sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">But the waking makes us glad;</div> +<div class="verse">We shall look some day with wonder</div> +<div class="vind2">At the troubles we have had.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet sometimes glimmers on my sight,</div> +<div class="verse">Through present wrong, the eternal right;</div> +<div class="verse">And, step by step, since time began,</div> +<div class="verse">I see the steady gain of man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FARTHER ON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hear it singing, singing sweetly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Softly in an undertone,</div> +<div class="verse">Singing as if God had taught it,</div> +<div class="vind2">"It is better farther on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Night and day it sings the song,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sings it while I sit alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Sings so that the heart may hear it,</div> +<div class="vind2">"It is better farther on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sits upon the grave and sings it,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sings it when the heart would groan,</div> +<div class="verse">Sings it when the shadows darken,</div> +<div class="vind2">"It is better farther on!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Farther on? How much farther?</div> +<div class="vind2">Count the milestones one by one?</div> +<div class="verse">No! no counting—only trusting,</div> +<div class="vind2">"It is better farther on!"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NEW EVERY MORNING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Every day is a fresh beginning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Every morn is the world made new;</div> +<div class="verse">You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Here is a beautiful hope for you—</div> +<div class="vind2">A hope for me and a hope for you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All the past things are past and over,</div> +<div class="vind2">The tasks are done and the tears are shed;</div> +<div class="verse">Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are healed with the healing which night has shed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yesterday is a part of forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bound up in a sheaf which God holds tight;</div> +<div class="verse">With glad days, and sad days, and bad days, which never</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let them go, since we cannot relieve them;</div> +<div class="vind2">Cannot undo, and cannot atone;</div> +<div class="verse">God in his mercy, receive, forgive them!</div> +<div class="vind2">Only the new days are our own.</div> +<div class="vind2">To-day is ours, and to-day alone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">{174}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Here are the skies all burnished brightly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Here is the spent earth all reborn;</div> +<div class="verse">Here are the tired limbs springing lightly</div> +<div class="vind2">To face the sun, and to share with the morn</div> +<div class="vind2">In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Every day is a fresh beginning;</div> +<div class="vind2">Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,</div> +<div class="verse">And, spite of all sorrow and old sinning,</div> +<div class="vind2">And puzzle forecasted, and possible pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Take heart with the day, and begin again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHEER UP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never go gloomily, man with a mind;</div> +<div class="vind2">Hope is a better companion than fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Providence, ever benignant and kind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Gives with a smile what you take with a tear.</div> +<div class="vind2">All will be right; look to the light;</div> +<div class="verse">Morning is ever the daughter of night;</div> +<div class="verse">All that was black will be all that is bright;</div> +<div class="vind4">Cheerily, cheerily, then, cheer up.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Many a foe is a friend in disguise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Many a sorrow a blessing most true,</div> +<div class="verse">Helping the heart to be happy and wise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bringing true love and joys ever new.</div> +<div class="vind2">Stand in the van; strive like a man;</div> +<div class="verse">This is the bravest and cleverest plan—</div> +<div class="verse">Trusting in God while you do what you can,</div> +<div class="vind4">Cheerily, cheerily, then, cheer up.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PROGRESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Idly as thou, in that old day</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou mournest, did thy sire repine;</div> +<div class="verse">So, in his time, thy child grown gray</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall sigh for thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But life shall on and upward go;</div> +<div class="vind2">Th' eternal step of Progress beats</div> +<div class="verse">To that great anthem, calm and slow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which God repeats.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take heart! The Waster builds again;</div> +<div class="vind2">A charmèd life old Goodness hath;</div> +<div class="verse">The tares may perish, but the grain</div> +<div class="vind2">Is not for death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE VEILED FUTURE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Veiled the future comes, refusing,</div> +<div class="vind2">To be seen, like Isaac's bride</div> +<div class="verse">Whom the lonely man met musing</div> +<div class="vind2">In the fields at eventide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Round him o'er the darkening waste</div> +<div class="vind2">Deeper shades of evening fall,</div> +<div class="verse">And behind him in the past</div> +<div class="vind2">Mother Sarah's funeral.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Mother Sarah being dead,</div> +<div class="vind2">There comes his veilèd destiny;</div> +<div class="verse">The veiled Rebecca he must wed</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatsoe'er her features be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On he walks in silent prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bids the veiled Rebecca hail,</div> +<div class="verse">Doubting not she will prove fair</div> +<div class="vind2">When at length she drops the veil.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the veil is dropped aside,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dropped in Mother Sarah's tent,</div> +<div class="verse">Oh! she is right fair, this bride</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom his loving God has sent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To those walking 'twixt the two—</div> +<div class="vind2">'Twixt the past with pleasures dead</div> +<div class="verse">And the future veiled from view—</div> +<div class="vind2">The veiled future thou must wed;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Walk like Isaac, praying God;</div> +<div class="vind2">Walk by faith and not by sight;</div> +<div class="verse">And though darker grows the road</div> +<div class="vind2">Doubt not all will yet come right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Things behind forgetting, hail</div> +<div class="vind2">Every future from above.</div> +<div class="verse">Doubt not when it drops the veil</div> +<div class="vind2">'Twill be such as thou wouldst love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Till at death-eve, when the past</div> +<div class="vind2">Rings dear Mother Earth's own knells,</div> +<div class="verse">Bridal heaven unveils at last</div> +<div class="vind2">With a peal of marriage bells.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Robertson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The night is mother of the day,</div> +<div class="vind2">The winter of the spring;</div> +<div class="verse">And ever upon old decay</div> +<div class="vind2">The greenest mosses cling.</div> +<div class="verse">Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through showers the sunbeams fall;</div> +<div class="verse">For God, who loveth all his works,</div> +<div class="vind2">Has left his hope with all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">{175}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IMAGINARY EVILS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow;</div> +<div class="vind2">Leave things of the future to fate;</div> +<div class="verse">What's the use to anticipate sorrow?</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's troubles come never too late!</div> +<div class="verse">If to hope overmuch be an error,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis one that the wise have preferred;</div> +<div class="verse">And how often have hearts been in terror</div> +<div class="vind2">Of evils that never occurred.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have faith, and thy faith shall sustain thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">Permit not suspicion and care</div> +<div class="verse">With invisible bonds to acclaim thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">But bear what God gives thee to bear.</div> +<div class="verse">By his spirit supported and gladdened,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be ne'er by forebodings deterred;</div> +<div class="verse">But think how oft hearts have been saddened</div> +<div class="vind2">By fear of what never occurred.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow;</div> +<div class="vind2">Short and dark as our life may appear</div> +<div class="verse">We may make it still darker by sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still shorter by folly and fear!</div> +<div class="verse">Half our troubles are half our invention,</div> +<div class="vind2">And often from blessings conferred</div> +<div class="verse">Have we shrunk, in the wild apprehension</div> +<div class="vind2">Of evils that never occurred.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Swain.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE MORNING STAR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a morning star, my soul!</div> +<div class="vind2">There is a morning star;</div> +<div class="verse">'Twill soon be near and bright, my soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though now it seem so dim and far.</div> +<div class="verse">And when time's stars have come and gone,</div> +<div class="verse">And every mist of earth has flown,</div> +<div class="vind2">That better star shall rise</div> +<div class="vind2">On this world's clouded skies</div> +<div class="vind6">To shine forever!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The night is well-nigh spent, my soul!</div> +<div class="vind2">The night is well-nigh spent;</div> +<div class="verse">And soon above our heads shall rise</div> +<div class="vind2">A glorious firmament.</div> +<div class="verse">A sky all clear and glad and bright,</div> +<div class="verse">The Lamb once slain its perfect light,</div> +<div class="vind2">A star without a cloud,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose light no mists enshroud,</div> +<div class="vind6">Descending never!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THREE LESSONS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are three lessons I would write—</div> +<div class="vind2">Three words as with a burning pen,</div> +<div class="verse">In tracings of eternal light,</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the hearts of men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have Hope. Though clouds environ now,</div> +<div class="vind2">And gladness hides her face in scorn,</div> +<div class="verse">Put thou the shadow from thy brow—</div> +<div class="vind2">No night but hath its morn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven—</div> +<div class="vind2">The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth—</div> +<div class="verse">Know this: God rules the host of heaven,</div> +<div class="vind2">The inhabitants of earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have Love. Not love alone for one,</div> +<div class="vind2">But man as man thy brother call;</div> +<div class="verse">And scatter like the circling sun</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy charities on all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus grave these lessons on thy soul—</div> +<div class="vind2">Faith, Hope, and Love—and thou shalt find</div> +<div class="verse">Strength when life's surges rudest roll,</div> +<div class="vind2">Light when thou else wert blind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann Christopher Friedrich von Schiller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Knowing this, that never yet</div> +<div class="verse">Share of truth was vainly set</div> +<div class="vind2">In the world's wide fallow;</div> +<div class="verse">After hands shall sow the seed,</div> +<div class="verse">After hands from hill and mead</div> +<div class="vind2">Reap the harvests yellow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Yet I argue not</div> +<div class="verse">Against Thy hand or will, nor bate a jot</div> +<div class="verse">Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer</div> +<div class="vind2">Right onward.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Milton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The world is growing better,</div> +<div class="vind2">No matter what they say;</div> +<div class="verse">The light is shining brighter</div> +<div class="vind2">In one refulgent ray;</div> +<div class="verse">And though deceivers murmur,</div> +<div class="vind2">And turn another way,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet still the world grows better</div> +<div class="vind2">And better every day.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">{176}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never give up! it is wiser and better</div> +<div class="vind2">Always to hope than once to despair;</div> +<div class="verse">Fling off the load of Doubt's cankering fetter,</div> +<div class="vind2">And break the dark spell of tyrannical care;</div> +<div class="verse">Never give up, or the burden may sink you—</div> +<div class="vind2">Providence kindly has mingled the cup;</div> +<div class="verse">And in all trials and troubles bethink you</div> +<div class="vind2">The watchword of life must be—Never give up.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It's wiser being good than bad;</div> +<div class="verse">It's safer being meek than fierce;</div> +<div class="verse">It's fitter being sane than mad.</div> +<div class="vind2">My own hope is a sun will pierce</div> +<div class="verse">The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;</div> +<div class="vind2">That, after Last, returns the First,</div> +<div class="verse">Though a wide compass round be fetched;</div> +<div class="vind2">That what began best, can't end worst,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor what God blest once, prove accurst.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hope, Christian soul! in every stage</div> +<div class="verse">Of this thine earthly pilgrimage,</div> +<div class="verse">Let heavenly joy thy thoughts engage;</div> +<div class="vind6">Abound in hope.</div> +<div class="verse">Hope through the watches of the night;</div> +<div class="verse">Hope till the morrow brings the light;</div> +<div class="verse">Hope till thy faith be lost in sight;</div> +<div class="vind6">Abound in hope.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God works in all things; all obey</div> +<div class="vind2">His first propulsion from the night;</div> +<div class="verse">Wake thou and watch! the world is gray</div> +<div class="vind2">With morning light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the sun of joy is hidden,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the sky is overcast,</div> +<div class="verse">Just remember—light is coming,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the storm won't always last.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The mist denies the mountains;</div> +<div class="vind2">The wind forbids the sea;</div> +<div class="verse">But, mist or wind, I go to find</div> +<div class="vind2">The day that calls to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For there are mornings yonder</div> +<div class="vind2">And noons that call and call;</div> +<div class="verse">And there's a day with arms outheld,</div> +<div class="vind2">That waits beyond them all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Josephine Preston Peabody.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Open the door of your hearts, my lads,</div> +<div class="vind2">To the angel of Love and Truth</div> +<div class="verse">When the world is full of unnumbered joys,</div> +<div class="vind2">In the beautiful dawn of youth.</div> +<div class="verse">Casting aside all things that mar,</div> +<div class="vind2">Saying to wrong, Depart!</div> +<div class="verse">To the voices of hope that are calling you</div> +<div class="vind2">Open the door of your heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Everett Hale.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A little bit of hope</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes a rainy day look gay;</div> +<div class="verse">A little bit of charity</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes glad a weary way!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hope, child, to-morrow, and to-morrow still,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every morrow hope; trust while you live.</div> +<div class="verse">Hope! each time the dawn doth heaven fill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be there to ask as God is there to give.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Victor Hugo.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">{177}</a></span></p> + +<h2>FAITH</h2> + +<h3>ASSURANCE, DOUBT, UNBELIEF</h3> + + +<h4>THE ETERNAL GOODNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bow my forehead to the dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">I veil mine eyes for shame,</div> +<div class="verse">And urge, in trembling self-distrust,</div> +<div class="vind2">A prayer without a claim.</div> +<div class="verse">No offering of mine own I have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor works my faith to prove;</div> +<div class="verse">I can but give the gifts he gave,</div> +<div class="vind2">And plead his love for love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I dimly guess, from blessings known,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of greater out of sight;</div> +<div class="verse">And, with the chastened psalmist, own</div> +<div class="vind2">His judgments too are right.</div> +<div class="verse">And if my heart and flesh are weak</div> +<div class="vind2">To bear an untried pain,</div> +<div class="verse">The bruisèd reed he will not break,</div> +<div class="vind2">But strengthen and sustain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not what the future hath</div> +<div class="vind2">Of marvel or surprise,</div> +<div class="verse">Assured alone that life and death</div> +<div class="vind2">His mercy underlies.</div> +<div class="verse">And so beside the silent sea</div> +<div class="vind2">I wait the muffled oar;</div> +<div class="verse">No harm from him can come to me</div> +<div class="vind2">On ocean or on shore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not where his islands lift</div> +<div class="vind2">Their fronded palms in air;</div> +<div class="verse">I only know I cannot drift</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond his love and care.</div> +<div class="verse">And thou, O Lord, by whom are seen</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy creatures as they be,</div> +<div class="verse">Forgive me if too close I lean</div> +<div class="vind2">My human heart on thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forgive us, Lord, our little faith;</div> +<div class="vind2">And help us all, from morn till e'en,</div> +<div class="verse">Still to believe that lot the best</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is, not that which might have been.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And grant we may so pass the days</div> +<div class="vind2">The cradle and the grave between,</div> +<div class="verse">That death's dark hour not darker be</div> +<div class="vind2">For thoughts of what life might have been.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ONE THING NEEDFUL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My prayer to the promise shall cling—</div> +<div class="vind2">I will not give heed to a doubt;</div> +<div class="verse">For I ask for the one needful thing</div> +<div class="vind2">Which I cannot be happy without:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A spirit of lowly repose</div> +<div class="vind2">In the love of the Lamb that was slain;</div> +<div class="verse">A heart to be touched with his woes,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a care not to grieve him again;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The peace that my Saviour has bought,</div> +<div class="vind2">The cheerfulness nothing can dim,</div> +<div class="verse">The love that can bring every thought</div> +<div class="vind2">Into perfect obedience to him;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wisdom his mercy to own</div> +<div class="vind2">In the way he directs me to take—</div> +<div class="verse">To glory in Jesus alone,</div> +<div class="vind2">And to love and do good for his sake.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All this thou hast offered to me</div> +<div class="vind2">In the promise whereon I will rest;</div> +<div class="verse">For faith, O my Saviour! in thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the substance of all my request.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy word has commanded my prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy Spirit has taught me to pray;</div> +<div class="verse">And all my unholy despair</div> +<div class="vind2">Is ready to vanish away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt not be weary of me;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy promise my faith shall sustain;</div> +<div class="verse">And soon, very soon, shall I see</div> +<div class="vind2">I have not been asking in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, God! I have not had thee day and night</div> +<div class="verse">In thought, nor magnified thy name aright,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor lauded thee, nor glorified, nor laid</div> +<div class="verse">Upon thine altars one poor kusa-blade!</div> +<div class="verse">Yet now, when I seek refuge, Lord! with thee,</div> +<div class="verse">I ask, and thou wilt give, all good to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold, from the Sanskrit.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">{178}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ABOVE ALL, THE SHIELD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Faith fails;</div> +<div class="verse">Then in the dust</div> +<div class="verse">Lie failing rest and light and trust.</div> +<div class="verse">So doth the troubled soul itself distress,</div> +<div class="verse">And choke the fountain in the wilderness.</div> +<div class="vind2">I care not what your peace assails!</div> +<div class="vind2">The deep root is, faith fails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Faith fails</div> +<div class="verse">When in the breast</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord's sweet presence doth not rest;</div> +<div class="verse">For who believes, clouds cannot make afraid;</div> +<div class="verse">He knows the sun doth shine behind the shade;</div> +<div class="vind2">He rides at anchor through the gales.</div> +<div class="vind2">Do you not so? Faith fails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Faith fails;</div> +<div class="verse">Its foes alarm,</div> +<div class="verse">And persecution's threats disarm;</div> +<div class="verse">False friends can scarcely wish it a good day,</div> +<div class="verse">Before it taketh fright and shrinks away.</div> +<div class="vind2">When God doth guard, what foe prevails?</div> +<div class="vind2">Why then the fear? Faith fails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Faith fails;</div> +<div class="verse">Else cares would die,</div> +<div class="verse">And we should on God's care rely.</div> +<div class="verse">Man for the coming day doth grieve and fret,</div> +<div class="verse">And all past days doth sinfully forget.</div> +<div class="vind2">For every beast God's care avails;</div> +<div class="vind2">Why not for us? Faith fails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Faith fails;</div> +<div class="verse">Then cometh fear,</div> +<div class="verse">If sickness comes, if death is near.</div> +<div class="verse">O man, why is it, when the times are bad</div> +<div class="verse">And the days evil, that thy face is sad?</div> +<div class="vind2">How is it that thy courage quails?</div> +<div class="vind2">It must be this: Faith fails.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">My God!</div> +<div class="verse">Let my faith be</div> +<div class="verse">Living, and working actively</div> +<div class="verse">With hope and joy, that death may not surprise.</div> +<div class="verse">So let them sweetly close my eyes;</div> +<div class="vind2">The Christian's life to death may yield—</div> +<div class="vind2">Hope stands; faith has the field.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—S. C. Schoener.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOOKING UNTO GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I look to Thee in every need,</div> +<div class="vind2">And never look in vain;</div> +<div class="verse">I feel thy strong and tender love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all is well again:</div> +<div class="verse">The thought of thee is mightier far</div> +<div class="verse">Than sin and pain and sorrow are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Discouraged in the work of life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disheartened by its load,</div> +<div class="verse">Shamed by its failures or its fears,</div> +<div class="vind2">I sink beside the road;</div> +<div class="verse">But let me only think of Thee,</div> +<div class="verse">And then new heart springs up in me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy calmness bends serene above</div> +<div class="vind2">My restlessness to still;</div> +<div class="verse">Around me flows thy quickening life,</div> +<div class="vind2">To nerve my faltering will;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy presence fills my solitude;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy providence turns all to good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Embosomed deep in Thy dear love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Held in thy law, I stand;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy hand in all things I behold,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all things in thy hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou leadest me by unsought ways,</div> +<div class="verse">And turn'st my mourning into praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I could feel my hand, dear Lord, in thine,</div> +<div class="vind6">And surely know</div> +<div class="verse">That I was walking in the light divine</div> +<div class="vind6">Through weal or woe;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I could hear thy voice in accents sweet</div> +<div class="vind6">But plainly say,</div> +<div class="verse">To guide my groping, wandering feet,</div> +<div class="vind6">"This is the way;"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would so gladly walk therein; but now</div> +<div class="vind6">I cannot see.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, give me, Lord, the faith to humbly bow</div> +<div class="vind6">And trust in thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no <i>faith</i> in seeing. Were we led</div> +<div class="vind6">Like children here,</div> +<div class="verse">And lifted over rock and river-bed,</div> +<div class="vind6">No care, no fear,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We should be useless in the busy throng;</div> +<div class="vind6">Life's work undone;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, make us brave and earnest, true and strong,</div> +<div class="vind6">Till heaven is won.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">{179}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DOUBTING NOTHING</h4> + +<h5>Acts 10. 9-20.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not to thy saints of old alone dost Thou</div> +<div class="vind2">In heavenly trance make known thy perfect will,</div> +<div class="vind2">But to each hungry soul thy love would fill—</div> +<div class="verse">Descending out of heaven, we wist not how—</div> +<div class="verse">Comes by thy grace the holy vision now;</div> +<div class="vind2">While we whose hearts should with the message thrill</div> +<div class="vind2">Cry "Common and unholy!" to thee still,</div> +<div class="verse">And, uninspired, in grief before thee bow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou, whose Own the way we fare hath trod,</div> +<div class="vind2">Give to thy children quick, discerning eyes</div> +<div class="verse">To see in life upspringing from the sod</div> +<div class="vind2">All the divineness that within it lies,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till humble service lift us to the skies</div> +<div class="verse">Who, "doubting nothing," seek thy will, O God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Louise Manning Hodgkins.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE EYE OF FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not ask for earthly store</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond a day's supply;</div> +<div class="verse">I only covet more and more</div> +<div class="vind2">The clear and single eye.</div> +<div class="verse">To see my duty face to face</div> +<div class="verse">And trust the Lord for daily grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I care not for the empty show</div> +<div class="vind2">That thoughtless worldlings see;</div> +<div class="verse">I crave to do the best I know,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave the rest with thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Well satisfied that sweet reward</div> +<div class="verse">Is sure to those who trust the Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er the crosses mine shall be,</div> +<div class="vind2">I will not dare to shun;</div> +<div class="verse">I only ask to live for thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that thy will be done;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day,</div> +<div class="verse">While passing on my homeward way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when at last, my labor o'er,</div> +<div class="vind2">I cross the narrow sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Grant, Lord, that on the other shore</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul may dwell with thee,</div> +<div class="verse">And learn what here I cannot know:</div> +<div class="verse">Why thou hast ever loved me so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—J. J. Maxfield.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HAVE FAITH IN GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have faith in God! for he who reigns on high</div> +<div class="verse">Hath borne thy grief and hears the suppliant's sigh,</div> +<div class="verse">Still to his arms, thine only refuge, fly.</div> +<div class="vind8">Have faith in God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fear not to call on him, O soul distressed!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy sorrow's whisper wooes thee to his breast;</div> +<div class="verse">He who is oftenest there is oftenest blest.</div> +<div class="vind8">Have faith in God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lean not on Egypt's reeds; slake not thy thirst</div> +<div class="verse">At earthly cisterns. Seek the kingdom first.</div> +<div class="verse">Though man and Satan fight thee with their worst,</div> +<div class="vind8">Have faith in God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go tell him all! The sigh thy bosom heaves</div> +<div class="verse">Is heard in heaven. Strength and grace he gives</div> +<div class="verse">Who gave himself for thee. Our Jesus lives;</div> +<div class="vind8">Have faith in God!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAITH IN GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though time may dig the grave of creeds,</div> +<div class="vind2">And dogmas wither in the sod,</div> +<div class="verse">My soul will keep the thought it needs—</div> +<div class="vind2">Its swerveless faith in God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No matter how the world began,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor where the march of science goes,</div> +<div class="verse">My trust in something more than man</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall help me bear life's woes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let progress take the props away,</div> +<div class="vind2">And moldering superstitions fall;</div> +<div class="verse">Still God retains his regal sway—</div> +<div class="vind2">The Maker of us all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why cavil over that or this?</div> +<div class="vind2">One thought is vast enough for me—</div> +<div class="verse">The great Creator was, and is,</div> +<div class="vind2">And evermore will be.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">{180}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A STRONGER FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,</div> +<div class="vind2">At last he beat his music out.</div> +<div class="vind2">There lives more faith in honest doubt,</div> +<div class="verse">Believe me, than in half the creeds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He fought his doubts and gathered strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">He would not make his judgment blind,</div> +<div class="vind2">He faced the specters of the mind</div> +<div class="verse">And laid them; thus he came at length</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To find a stronger faith his own,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Power was with him in the night,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which makes the darkness and the light,</div> +<div class="verse">And dwells not in the light alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PERFECT FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for a faith that will not shrink</div> +<div class="vind2">Though pressed by every foe,</div> +<div class="verse">That will not tremble on the brink</div> +<div class="vind2">Of any earthly woe!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That will not murmur nor complain</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the chastening rod,</div> +<div class="verse">But in the hour of grief or pain</div> +<div class="vind2">Will lean upon its God;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A faith that shines more bright and clear</div> +<div class="vind2">When tempests rage without;</div> +<div class="verse">That when in danger knows no fear.</div> +<div class="vind2">In darkness feels no doubt;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor heeds its scornful smile;</div> +<div class="verse">That seas of trouble cannot drown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor Satan's arts beguile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, give us such a faith as this,</div> +<div class="vind2">And then, whate'er may come,</div> +<div class="verse">We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss</div> +<div class="vind2">Of an eternal home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William H. Bathurst.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who liveth best? Not he whose sail,</div> +<div class="verse">Swept on by favoring tide and gale,</div> +<div class="verse">Swift wins the haven fair;</div> +<div class="verse">But he whose spirit strong doth still</div> +<div class="verse">A victory wrest from every ill;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose faith sublime</div> +<div class="verse">On every cloud a rainbow paints—</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis he redeems the time.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BELIEVE GOOD THINGS OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When in the storm it seems to thee</div> +<div class="verse">That he who rules the raging sea</div> +<div class="verse">Is sleeping—still, with bended knee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou hast sought in vain to find</div> +<div class="verse">The silver thread of love entwined</div> +<div class="verse">With life's oft-tangled web—resigned,</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And should he smite thee till thy heart</div> +<div class="verse">Is crushed beneath the bruising smart,</div> +<div class="verse">Still, while the bitter tear-drops start,</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis true, thou canst not understand</div> +<div class="verse">The dealings of thy Father's hand;</div> +<div class="verse">But, trusting what his love has planned,</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He loves thee! In that love confide—</div> +<div class="verse">Unchanging, faithful, true, and tried;</div> +<div class="verse">And let or joy or grief betide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou canst not raise thy thoughts too high;</div> +<div class="verse">As spreads above the earth the sky,</div> +<div class="verse">So do his thoughts thy thoughts outvie:</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In spite of what thine eyes behold;</div> +<div class="verse">In spite of what thy fears have told;</div> +<div class="verse">Still to his gracious promise hold—</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For know that what thou canst believe</div> +<div class="verse">Thou shalt in his good time receive;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou canst not half his love conceive—</div> +<div class="vind2">Believe good things of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Luff.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE NOT WEARY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, fainting soul, arise and sing;</div> +<div class="verse">Mount, but be sober on the wing;</div> +<div class="verse">Mount up, for heaven is won by prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Be sober, for thou art not there.</div> +<div class="verse">Till death the weary spirit free,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy God hath said 'tis good for thee</div> +<div class="verse">To walk by faith, and not by sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Take it on trust a little while;</div> +<div class="verse">Soon thou shalt read the mystery right</div> +<div class="vind2">In the full sunshine of his smile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">{181}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL'S FOR THE BEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All's for the best; be sanguine and cheerful;</div> +<div class="vind2">Trouble and sorrow are friends in disguise;</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearful,</div> +<div class="vind2">Courage forever is happy and wise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All's for the best, if a man would but know it;</div> +<div class="vind2">Providence wishes us all to be blest;</div> +<div class="verse">This is no dream of the pundit or poet,</div> +<div class="vind2">Heaven is gracious and all's for the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All's for the best; then fling away terrors;</div> +<div class="vind2">Meet all your fears and your foes in the van;</div> +<div class="verse">And in the midst of your dangers or errors,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trust like a child, while you strive like a man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All's for the best; unbiased, unbounded,</div> +<div class="vind2">Providence reigns from the east to the west;</div> +<div class="verse">And, by both wisdom and mercy surrounded,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hope, and be happy, that all's for the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Martin Farquhar Tupper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BLEST IS THE FAITH DIVINE AND STRONG</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest is the faith divine and strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of thanks and praise an endless fountain,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose life is one perpetual song</div> +<div class="vind2">High up the Saviour's holy mountain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest is the hope that holds to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">In doubt and darkness still unshaken;</div> +<div class="verse">And sings along the heavenly road,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sweetest when most it seems forsaken.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest is the love that cannot love</div> +<div class="vind2">Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose raptures thrill, like saints above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blest is the time that in the eye</div> +<div class="vind2">Of God its hopeful watch is keeping,</div> +<div class="verse">And grows into eternity</div> +<div class="vind2">Like noiseless trees when men are sleeping.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S VOICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Around my path life's mysteries</div> +<div class="vind2">Their deepening shadows throw;</div> +<div class="verse">And as I gaze and ponder,</div> +<div class="vind2">They dark and darker grow;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet still amid the darkness</div> +<div class="vind2">I feel the light is near,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the awful stillness</div> +<div class="vind2">God's voice I seem to hear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy voice I hear above me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which says, "Wait, trust, and pray,</div> +<div class="verse">The night will soon be over,</div> +<div class="vind2">And light will come with day."</div> +<div class="verse">Amen! the light and darkness</div> +<div class="vind2">Are both alike to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Then to thy waiting servant</div> +<div class="vind2">Alike they both shall be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That great unending future,</div> +<div class="vind2">I cannot pierce its shroud,</div> +<div class="verse">But nothing doubt nor tremble,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's bow is on the cloud;</div> +<div class="verse">To him I yield my spirit,</div> +<div class="vind2">On him I lay my load;</div> +<div class="verse">Fear ends with death; beyond it</div> +<div class="vind2">I nothing see but God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel Greg.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control</div> +<div class="vind2">That o'er thee swell and throng;—</div> +<div class="verse">They will condense within thy soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">And change to purpose strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But he who lets his feelings run</div> +<div class="vind2">In soft luxurious flow</div> +<div class="verse">Shrinks when hard service must be done,</div> +<div class="vind2">And faints at every woe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Faith's meanest deed more favor bears,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where hearts and wills are weighed,</div> +<div class="verse">Than brightest transports, choicest prayers,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which bloom this hour, and fade.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Henry Newman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fair is the soul, rare is the soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Who has kept, after youth is past,</div> +<div class="verse">All the art of the child, all the heart of the child,</div> +<div class="vind2">Holding his faith at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frank Gelett Burgess.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">{182}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD KNOWS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God knows—not I—the devious way</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherein my faltering feet may tread,</div> +<div class="verse">Before into the light of day,</div> +<div class="vind2">My steps from out this gloom are led,</div> +<div class="verse">And, since my Lord the path doth see,</div> +<div class="verse">What matter if 'tis hid from me?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God knows—not I—how sweet accord</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall grow at length from out this clash</div> +<div class="verse">Of earthly discords which have jarred</div> +<div class="vind2">On soul and sense; I hear the crash,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet feel and know that on his ear</div> +<div class="verse">Breaks harmony—full, deep, and clear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God knows—not I—why, when I'd fain</div> +<div class="vind2">Have walked in pastures green and fair,</div> +<div class="verse">The path he pointed me hath lain</div> +<div class="vind2">Through rocky deserts, bleak and bare.</div> +<div class="verse">I blindly trust—since 'tis his will—</div> +<div class="verse">This way lies safety, that way ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knoweth, too, despite my will</div> +<div class="vind2">I'm weak when I should be most strong.</div> +<div class="verse">And after earnest wrestling still</div> +<div class="vind2">I see the right yet do the wrong.</div> +<div class="verse">Is it that I may learn at length</div> +<div class="verse">Not mine, but his, the saving strength?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His perfect plan I may not grasp,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet I can trust Love Infinite,</div> +<div class="verse">And with my feeble fingers clasp</div> +<div class="vind2">The hand which leads me into light.</div> +<div class="verse">My soul upon his errands goes,</div> +<div class="verse">The end I know not—but God knows.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LORD'S LEADING</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus far the Lord hath led us, in darkness and in day,</div> +<div class="verse">Through all the varied stages of the narrow homeward way;</div> +<div class="verse">Long since he took that journey—he trod that path alone;</div> +<div class="verse">Its trials and its dangers full well himself hath known.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus far the Lord hath led us; the promise hath not failed.</div> +<div class="verse">The enemy, encountered oft, has never quite prevailed:</div> +<div class="verse">The shield of faith has turned aside, or quenched each fiery dart,</div> +<div class="verse">The Spirit's sword in weakest hands has forced him to depart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus far the Lord hath led us; the waters have been high,</div> +<div class="verse">But yet in passing through them we felt that he was nigh.</div> +<div class="verse">A very present helper in trouble we have found,</div> +<div class="verse">His comforts most abounded when our sorrows did abound.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus far the Lord hath led us; our need hath been supplied,</div> +<div class="verse">And mercy hath encompassed us about on every side;</div> +<div class="verse">Still falls the daily manna; the pure rock-fountains flow;</div> +<div class="verse">And many flowers of love and hope along the wayside grow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus far the Lord hath led us; and will he now forsake</div> +<div class="verse">The feeble ones whom for his own it pleases him to take?</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, never, never! earthly friends may cold and faithless prove,</div> +<div class="verse">But his is changeless pity and everlasting love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Calmly we look behind us, our joys and sorrows past,</div> +<div class="verse">We know that all is mercy now, and shall be well at last;</div> +<div class="verse">Calmly we look before us; we fear no future ill,</div> +<div class="verse">Enough for safety and for peace, if <i>Thou</i> art with us still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, they that know thy name, Lord, shall put their trust in thee,</div> +<div class="verse">While nothing in themselves but sin and helplessness they see.</div> +<div class="verse">The race thou hast appointed us with patience we can run,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt perform unto the end the work thou hast begun.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Have you found your life distasteful?</div> +<div class="vind2">My life did and does smack sweet.</div> +<div class="verse">Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?</div> +<div class="vind2">Mine I saved, and hold complete.</div> +<div class="verse">Do your joys with age diminish?</div> +<div class="vind2">When mine fail me I'll complain.</div> +<div class="verse">Must in death your daylight finish?</div> +<div class="vind2">My sun sets to rise again.</div> +<div class="verse">I find earth not gray, but rosy;</div> +<div class="vind2">Heaven not grim, but fair of hue.</div> +<div class="verse">Do I stoop? I pluck a posy;</div> +<div class="vind2">Do I stand and stare? All's blue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">{183}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE SHALL KNOW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In wise proportion does a fond hand mingle</div> +<div class="vind2">The sweet and bitter in our life-cup here;</div> +<div class="verse">Each drop of either is by love eternal</div> +<div class="vind2">Poured forth in wisdom for his children dear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The loving Father, as a wise physician,</div> +<div class="vind2">Knows what the wants of all those children are;</div> +<div class="verse">Knows which is needed most—the joy or sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">The peace of comfort, or affliction's war.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, should the bitter be our daily portion,</div> +<div class="vind2">So that we cannot any sweet discern,</div> +<div class="verse">Let us, in childlike faith, receive with meekness</div> +<div class="vind2">The needed tonic, and its lessons learn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if we cannot even that decipher,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let us be still, nay, thank him for his care,</div> +<div class="verse">Contented that we soon shall know—hereafter—</div> +<div class="vind2">When we the fullness of his presence share.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Murray.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE STEPS OF FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Know well, my soul, God's hand controls</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er thou fearest;</div> +<div class="verse">Round him in calmest music rolls</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er thou hearest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nothing before, nothing behind;</div> +<div class="vind2">The steps of faith</div> +<div class="verse">Fall on the seeming void, and find</div> +<div class="vind2">The rock beneath.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Present, the Present is all thou hast</div> +<div class="vind2">For thy sure possessing;</div> +<div class="verse">Like the patriarch's angel, hold it fast</div> +<div class="vind2">Till it gives its blessing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am of sinfulness and sorrows full!</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art the Mighty, Great, and Merciful!</div> +<div class="verse">How should we not be friends, or thou not save</div> +<div class="verse">Me who bring naught to thee who all things gave?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold, from the Sanskrit.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY GUIDE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not the way I am going,</div> +<div class="vind2">But well do I know my Guide!</div> +<div class="verse">With a childlike trust do I give my hand</div> +<div class="vind2">To the mighty Friend by my side;</div> +<div class="verse">And the only thing that I say to him,</div> +<div class="vind2">As he takes it, is, "Hold it fast!</div> +<div class="verse">Suffer me not to lose the way,</div> +<div class="vind2">And lead me home at last."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As when some helpless wanderer</div> +<div class="vind2">Alone in some unknown land,</div> +<div class="verse">Tells the guide his destined place of rest,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leaves all else in his hand;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis home—'tis home that I wish to reach,</div> +<div class="vind2">He who guides me may choose the way;</div> +<div class="verse">And little I care what path I take</div> +<div class="vind2">When nearer home each day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LORD'S PROVISION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In some way or other the Lord will provide;</div> +<div class="verse">It may not be <i>my</i> way, it may not be <i>thy</i> way;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet in his <i>own</i> way, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At some time or other the Lord will provide;</div> +<div class="verse">It may not be <i>my</i> time, it may not be <i>thy</i> time;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet in his <i>own</i> time, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Despond, then, no longer, the Lord will provide.</div> +<div class="verse">And this be the token—no word he hath spoken</div> +<div class="verse">Was ever yet broken: "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">March on, then, right boldly; the sea shall divide;</div> +<div class="verse">The pathway made glorious, with shoutings victorious</div> +<div class="verse">We'll join in the chorus, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Ann W. Cook.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind10">It is faith,</div> +<div class="verse">The feeling that there's God. He reigns and rules</div> +<div class="verse">Out of this low world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">{184}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAITH IS THE VICTORY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Encamped along the hills of light,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye Christian soldiers, rise,</div> +<div class="verse">And press the battle ere the night</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall veil the glowing skies;</div> +<div class="verse">Against the foe in vales below</div> +<div class="vind2">Let all our strength be hurled;</div> +<div class="verse">Faith is the victory, we know,</div> +<div class="vind2">That overcomes the world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His banner over us is love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our sword the word of God;</div> +<div class="verse">We tread the road the saints above</div> +<div class="vind2">With shouts of triumph trod;</div> +<div class="verse">By faith they, like a whirlwind's breath,</div> +<div class="vind2">Swept on o'er every field;</div> +<div class="verse">The faith by which they conquered death</div> +<div class="vind2">Is still our shining shield.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On every hand the foe we find</div> +<div class="vind2">Drawn up in dread array;</div> +<div class="verse">Let tents of ease be left behind,</div> +<div class="vind2">And—onward to the fray;</div> +<div class="verse">Salvation's helmet on each head,</div> +<div class="vind2">With truth all girt about,</div> +<div class="verse">The earth shall tremble 'neath our tread,</div> +<div class="vind2">And echo with our shout.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To him that overcomes the foe</div> +<div class="vind2">White raiment shall be given;</div> +<div class="verse">Before the angels he shall know</div> +<div class="vind2">His name confessed in heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">Then onward from the hills of light,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our hearts with love aflame,</div> +<div class="verse">We'll vanquish all the hosts of night</div> +<div class="vind2">In Jesus' conquering name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John H. Yates.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, we do differ when we most agree,</div> +<div class="verse">For words are not the same to you and me,</div> +<div class="verse">And it may be our several spiritual needs</div> +<div class="verse">Are best supplied by seeming different creeds.</div> +<div class="vind2">And, differing, we agree in one</div> +<div class="vind2">Inseparable communion,</div> +<div class="verse">If the true life be in our hearts; the faith</div> +<div class="vind2">Which not to want is death;</div> +<div class="vind2">To want is penance; to desire</div> +<div class="vind2">Is purgatorial fire;</div> +<div class="verse">To hope is paradise; and to believe</div> +<div class="verse">Is all of heaven that earth can e'er receive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Hartley Coleridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LORD WILL PROVIDE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,</div> +<div class="verse">Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,</div> +<div class="verse">The promise assures us, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed;</div> +<div class="verse">From them let us learn to trust for our bread:</div> +<div class="verse">His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,</div> +<div class="verse">So long as 'tis written, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When Satan appears to stop up our path,</div> +<div class="verse">And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith;</div> +<div class="verse">He can not take from us, though oft he has tried,</div> +<div class="verse">The heart-cheering promise, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain;</div> +<div class="verse">The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain:</div> +<div class="verse">But when such suggestions our graces have tried,</div> +<div class="verse">This answers all questions, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No strength of our own nor goodness we claim;</div> +<div class="verse">Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's name:</div> +<div class="verse">In this our strong tower for safety we hide:</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord is our power, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When life sinks apace, and death is in view,</div> +<div class="verse">The word of his grace shall comfort us through;</div> +<div class="verse">Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,</div> +<div class="verse">We hope to die shouting, "The Lord will provide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou afraid his power will fail</div> +<div class="vind2">When comes thy evil day?</div> +<div class="verse">And can an all-creating arm</div> +<div class="vind2">Grow weary, or decay!</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">{185}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF WE BELIEVED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we believed we should arise and sing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dropping our burdens at his piercèd feet.</div> +<div class="verse">Sorrow would flee and weariness take wing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Hard things grow fair, and bitter waters sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If we believed, what room for fear or care</div> +<div class="vind2">Within his arms, safe sheltered on his breast?</div> +<div class="verse">Peace for our pain, and hope for our despair,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is what he meant who said, "I give thee rest."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why linger, turn away, or idly grieve?</div> +<div class="vind2">Where else is rest—the soul's supremest need?</div> +<div class="verse">Grandly he offers; meanly we receive.</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet love that gives us rest is love indeed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The love that rests—say, shall it not do more?</div> +<div class="vind2">Make haste, sad soul, thy heritage to claim.</div> +<div class="verse">It calms; it heals; it bears what erst ye bore,</div> +<div class="vind2">And marks thy burdens with his own dear name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Carried in him and for him, can they harm</div> +<div class="vind2">Or press thee sore, or prove a weary weight?</div> +<div class="verse">Nay, nay; into thy life his blessed calm</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall drop, and thou no more be desolate.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beside thy gracious hearth content I stay,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or with thee fate's appointed journey go;</div> +<div class="vind2">I lean upon thee when my step is slow,</div> +<div class="verse">I wrap me with thee in the naked day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee no loneliness, no pathless way;</div> +<div class="vind2">The wind is heaven's, to take as it shall blow;</div> +<div class="vind2">More than thy voice, thy hand, I need not know;</div> +<div class="verse">I may not murmur, for I shall not stray.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WAIT ON GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not so in haste, my heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">Have faith in God, and wait;</div> +<div class="verse">Although he seems to linger long</div> +<div class="vind2">He never comes too late.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He never comes too late;</div> +<div class="vind2">He knoweth what is best;</div> +<div class="verse">Vex not thyself, it is in vain;</div> +<div class="vind2">Until he cometh, rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Until he cometh, rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor grudge the hours that roll;</div> +<div class="verse">The feet that wait for God, 'tis they</div> +<div class="vind2">Are soonest at the goal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Are soonest at the goal</div> +<div class="vind2">That is not gained by speed;</div> +<div class="verse">Then hold thee still, O restless heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">For I shall wait his lead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Bradford Torrey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BEGONE, UNBELIEF</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,</div> +<div class="verse">And for my relief will surely appear.</div> +<div class="verse">His love in time past forbids me to think</div> +<div class="verse">He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Since all that I meet shall work for my good,</div> +<div class="verse">The bitter is sweet, the medicine food;</div> +<div class="verse">Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,</div> +<div class="verse">And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As yonder tower outstretches to the earth</div> +<div class="verse">The dark triangle of its shade alone</div> +<div class="verse">When the clear day is shining on its top,</div> +<div class="verse">So, darkness in the pathway of man's life</div> +<div class="verse">Is but the shadow of God's providence,</div> +<div class="verse">By the great Sun of Wisdom cast therein;</div> +<div class="verse">And what is dark below is light in Heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Faith is a grasping of Almighty power;</div> +<div class="verse">The hand of man laid on the arm of God;</div> +<div class="verse">The grand and blessèd hour</div> +<div class="verse">In which the things impossible to me</div> +<div class="verse">Become the possible, O Lord, through thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna E. Hamilton.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">{186}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no faith in seeing. Were we led</div> +<div class="vind6">Like children here,</div> +<div class="verse">And lifted over rock and river bed,</div> +<div class="vind6">No care, no fear,</div> +<div class="verse">We should be useless in the busy throng,</div> +<div class="vind6">Life's work undone;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, make us brave and earnest, in faith strong,</div> +<div class="vind6">Till heaven is won.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cross on Golgotha can never save</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy soul from deepest hell;</div> +<div class="verse">Unless with loving faith thou setts't it up</div> +<div class="vind2">Within thy heart as well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In vain they smite me. Men but do</div> +<div class="verse">What God permits with different view.</div> +<div class="verse">To outward sight they hold the rod,</div> +<div class="verse">But faith proclaims it all of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madame Guyon.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Talk Faith. The world is better off without</div> +<div class="verse">Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.</div> +<div class="verse">If you have faith in God, or man, or self,</div> +<div class="verse">Say so; if not, push back upon the shelf</div> +<div class="verse">Of silence lower thoughts till faith shall come.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The body sins not, 'tis the will</div> +<div class="verse">That makes the action good or ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Herrick.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who never doubted, never half believed;</div> +<div class="verse">Where doubt, there truth is—'tis her shadow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip James Bailey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis not the grapes of Canaan that repay,</div> +<div class="verse">But the high faith that failed not by the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No more with downcast eyes go faltering on,</div> +<div class="vind2">Alone and sick at heart, and closely pressed.</div> +<div class="verse">Thy chains shall break, thy heavy heart is gone,</div> +<div class="vind2">For he who calls thee, he will "give thee rest."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Lowe Dickinson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">My God, I would not live</div> +<div class="verse">Save that I think this gross hard-seeming world</div> +<div class="verse">Is our misshaping vision of the Powers</div> +<div class="verse">Behind the world that make our griefs our gains.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And all is well, though faith and form</div> +<div class="vind2">Be sundered in the night of fear.</div> +<div class="vind2">Well roars the storm to those that hear</div> +<div class="verse">A deeper voice across the storm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seem trifles less than light;</div> +<div class="verse">Earth looks so little and so low,</div> +<div class="vind2">When faith shines full and bright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A faith that shines by night and day</div> +<div class="verse">Will lighten every earthly load.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant us, O God, in love to thee—</div> +<div class="vind2">Clear eyes to measure things below,</div> +<div class="verse">Faith the invisible to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wisdom thee in all to know.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Our doubts are traitors,</div> +<div class="verse">And make us lose the good we oft might win,</div> +<div class="verse">By fearing to attempt.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">{187}</a></span></p> + +<h2>TRUST</h2> + +<h3>GUIDANCE, SAFETY, GLADNESS</h3> + + +<h4>RESTING IN GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Since thy Father's arm sustains thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">Peaceful be;</div> +<div class="verse">When a chastening hand restrains thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">It is he.</div> +<div class="verse">Know his love in full completeness</div> +<div class="verse">Fills the measure of thy weakness;</div> +<div class="verse">If He wound the spirit sore,</div> +<div class="vind6">Trust him more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Without murmur, uncomplaining,</div> +<div class="vind6">In His hand.</div> +<div class="verse">Lay whatever things thou canst not</div> +<div class="vind6">Understand.</div> +<div class="verse">Though the world thy folly spurneth,</div> +<div class="verse">From thy faith in pity turneth,</div> +<div class="verse">Peace thy inmost soul shall fill,</div> +<div class="vind6">Lying still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like an infant, if thou thinkest</div> +<div class="vind6">Thou canst stand,</div> +<div class="verse">Childlike, proudly pushing back</div> +<div class="vind6">The offered hand,</div> +<div class="verse">Courage soon is changed to fear,</div> +<div class="verse">Strength doth feebleness appear;</div> +<div class="verse">In his love if thou abide,</div> +<div class="vind6">He will guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fearest sometimes that thy Father</div> +<div class="vind6">Hath forgot?</div> +<div class="verse">When the clouds around thee gather,</div> +<div class="vind6">Doubt him not.</div> +<div class="verse">Always hath the daylight broken;</div> +<div class="verse">Always hath He comfort spoken;</div> +<div class="verse">Better hath he been for years</div> +<div class="vind6">Than thy fears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Therefore, whatsoe'er betideth,</div> +<div class="vind6">Night or day,</div> +<div class="verse">Know His love for thee provideth</div> +<div class="vind6">Good alway.</div> +<div class="verse">Crown of sorrow gladly take;</div> +<div class="verse">Grateful wear it for His sake;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweetly bending to his will,</div> +<div class="vind6">Lying still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To his own thy Saviour giveth</div> +<div class="vind6">Daily strength.</div> +<div class="verse">To each troubled soul that liveth,</div> +<div class="vind6">Peace at length.</div> +<div class="verse">Weakest lambs have largest share</div> +<div class="verse">Of the tender Shepherd's care;</div> +<div class="verse">Ask him not the "When," or "How";</div> +<div class="vind6">Only bow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Rudolf Hagenbach.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I WILL TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">I am glad to think</div> +<div class="verse">I am not bound to make the world go right,</div> +<div class="verse">But only to discover and to do</div> +<div class="verse">With cheerful heart the work that God appoints.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">I will trust in him</div> +<div class="verse">That he can hold his own; and I will take</div> +<div class="verse">His will, above the work he sendeth me,</div> +<div class="verse">To be my chiefest good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean Ingelow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I KNOW NOT IF THE DARK OR BRIGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not if the dark or bright</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall be my lot;</div> +<div class="verse">If that wherein my hopes delight</div> +<div class="vind2">Be best or not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be mine to drag for years</div> +<div class="vind2">Toil's heavy chain;</div> +<div class="verse">Or day and night my meat be tears,</div> +<div class="vind2">On bed of pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear faces may surround my hearth</div> +<div class="vind2">With smiles and glee;</div> +<div class="verse">Or I may dwell alone, and mirth</div> +<div class="vind2">Be strange to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My bark is wafted to the strand</div> +<div class="vind2">By breath divine;</div> +<div class="verse">And on the helm there rests a hand</div> +<div class="vind2">Other than mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One who has known in storms to sail</div> +<div class="vind2">I have on board;</div> +<div class="verse">Above the raging of the gale</div> +<div class="vind2">I hear my Lord.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He holds me when the billows smite;</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall not fall;</div> +<div class="verse">If sharp, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light,</div> +<div class="vind2">He tempers all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Safe to the land, safe to the land!</div> +<div class="vind2">The end is this:</div> +<div class="verse">And then with him go, hand in hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Far into bliss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dean Alford.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">{188}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I CAN TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot see, with my small human sight,</div> +<div class="verse">Why God should lead this way or that for me;</div> +<div class="verse">I only know he saith, "Child, follow me."</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not why my path should be at times</div> +<div class="verse">So straitly hedged, so strongly barred before;</div> +<div class="verse">I only know God could keep wide the door;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I find no answer, often, when beset</div> +<div class="verse">With questions fierce and subtle on my way,</div> +<div class="verse">And often have but strength to faintly pray;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I often wonder, as with trembling hand</div> +<div class="verse">I cast the seed along the furrowed ground,</div> +<div class="verse">If ripened fruit will in my life be found;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot know why suddenly the storm</div> +<div class="verse">Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath;</div> +<div class="verse">But this I know—God watches all my path,</div> +<div class="vind6">And I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I may not draw aside the mystic veil</div> +<div class="verse">That hides the unknown future from my sight;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor know if for me waits the dark or light;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have no power to look across the tide,</div> +<div class="verse">To see, while here, the land beyond the river;</div> +<div class="verse">But this I know, I shall be God's forever;</div> +<div class="vind6">So I can trust.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The world is wide</div> +<div class="verse">In time and tide,</div> +<div class="verse">And God is guide;</div> +<div class="vind2">Then do not hurry.</div> +<div class="verse">That man is blest</div> +<div class="verse">Who does his best</div> +<div class="verse">And leaves the rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">Then do not worry.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles F. Deems.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WISDOM OF DISCIPLINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">His will is ever just;</div> +<div class="verse">Howe'er he orders now my cause</div> +<div class="vind2">I will be still, and trust.</div> +<div class="vind6">He is my God,</div> +<div class="vind6">Though dark my road,</div> +<div class="verse">He holds me that I shall not fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Wherefore to him I leave it all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">He never will deceive;</div> +<div class="verse">He leads me by the proper path,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so to him I cleave,</div> +<div class="vind6">And take, content,</div> +<div class="vind6">What he hath sent;</div> +<div class="verse">His hand can turn my grief away,</div> +<div class="verse">And patiently I wait his day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">He taketh thought for me;</div> +<div class="verse">The cup that my Physician gives</div> +<div class="vind2">No poisoned draught can be,</div> +<div class="vind6">But medicine due;</div> +<div class="vind6">For God is true;</div> +<div class="verse">And on that changeless truth I build</div> +<div class="verse">And all my heart with hope is filled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">Though I the cup must drink</div> +<div class="verse">That bitter seems to my faint heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">I will not fear nor shrink;</div> +<div class="vind6">Tears pass away</div> +<div class="vind6">With dawn of day;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">And pain and sorrow all depart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">My Light, my Life, is he,</div> +<div class="verse">Who cannot will me aught but good;</div> +<div class="vind2">I trust him utterly;</div> +<div class="vind6">For well I know,</div> +<div class="vind6">In joy or woe,</div> +<div class="verse">We soon shall see, as sunlight clear,</div> +<div class="verse">How faithful was our Guardian here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er my God ordains is right;</div> +<div class="vind2">Here will I take my stand;</div> +<div class="verse">Though sorrow, need, or death, make earth</div> +<div class="vind2">For me a desert land.</div> +<div class="vind6">My Father's care</div> +<div class="vind6">Is round me there;</div> +<div class="verse">He holds me that I shall not fall,</div> +<div class="verse">And so to him I leave it all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—S. Rodigast.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">{189}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My times are in thy hand";</div> +<div class="vind2">My God, I wish them there;</div> +<div class="verse">My life, my friends, my soul, I leave</div> +<div class="vind2">Entirely to thy care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My times are in thy hand,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever they may be;</div> +<div class="verse">Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">As best may seem to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My times are in thy hand";</div> +<div class="vind2">Why should I doubt or fear?</div> +<div class="verse">My Father's hand will never cause</div> +<div class="vind2">His child a needless tear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My times are in thy hand,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus, the crucified!</div> +<div class="verse">The hand my cruel sins had pierced</div> +<div class="vind2">Is now my guard and guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"My times are in thy hand";</div> +<div class="vind2">I'll always trust in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">And, after death, at thy right hand</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall forever be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William F. Lloyd.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL FOR THE BEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Away, my needless fears,</div> +<div class="vind2">And doubts no longer mine;</div> +<div class="verse">A ray of heavenly light appears,</div> +<div class="vind2">A messenger divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thrice comfortable hope,</div> +<div class="vind2">That calms my troubled breast;</div> +<div class="verse">My Father's hand prepares the cup</div> +<div class="vind2">And what he wills is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If what I wish is good,</div> +<div class="vind2">And suits the will divine,</div> +<div class="verse">By earth and hell in vain withstood,</div> +<div class="vind2">I know it shall be mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still let them counsel take</div> +<div class="vind2">To frustrate his decree;</div> +<div class="verse">They cannot keep a blessing back,</div> +<div class="vind2">By heaven designed for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Here, then, I doubt no more;</div> +<div class="vind2">But in his pleasure rest</div> +<div class="verse">Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,</div> +<div class="vind2">Engage to make me blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD NEVER FORSAKES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Leave God to order all thy ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">And hope in him, whate'er betide,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou'lt find in him, in evil days,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy all-sufficient strength and guide.</div> +<div class="verse">Who trusts in God's unchanging love</div> +<div class="verse">Builds on the rock that naught can move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What can these anxious cares avail,</div> +<div class="vind2">The never-ceasing moans and sighs?</div> +<div class="verse">What can it help us to bewail</div> +<div class="vind2">Each painful moment as it flies?</div> +<div class="verse">Our cross and trials do but press</div> +<div class="verse">The heavier for our bitterness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only thy restless heart keep still,</div> +<div class="vind2">And wait in cheerful hope, content</div> +<div class="verse">To take whate'er his gracious will,</div> +<div class="vind2">His all-discerning love, hath sent.</div> +<div class="verse">Nor doubt our inmost wants are known</div> +<div class="verse">To him who chose us for his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knows when joyful hours are best;</div> +<div class="vind2">He sends them as he sees it meet;</div> +<div class="verse">When thou hast borne the fiery test,</div> +<div class="vind2">And now art freed from all deceit,</div> +<div class="verse">He comes to thee all unaware</div> +<div class="verse">And makes thee own his loving care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nor in the heat of pain and strife</div> +<div class="vind2">Think God has cast thee off unheard,</div> +<div class="verse">And that the man whose prosperous life</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou enviest is of him preferred.</div> +<div class="verse">Time passes, and much change doth bring</div> +<div class="verse">And sets a bound to everything.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All are alike before his face;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis easy to our God most high</div> +<div class="verse">To make the rich man poor and base,</div> +<div class="vind2">To give the poor man wealth and joy;</div> +<div class="verse">True wonders still by him are wrought</div> +<div class="verse">Who setteth up and brings to naught.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sing, pray, and swerve not from his ways,</div> +<div class="vind2">But do thine own part faithfully;</div> +<div class="verse">Trust his rich promises of grace,</div> +<div class="vind2">So shall they be fulfilled in thee.</div> +<div class="verse">God never yet forsook at need</div> +<div class="verse">The soul that trusted him indeed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Neumarck.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell</div> +<div class="verse">The dear Lord ordereth all things well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">{190}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SECRET PLACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a safe and secret place,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the wings divine,</div> +<div class="verse">Reserved for all the heirs of grace:</div> +<div class="vind2">O be that refuge mine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The least and feeblest there may bide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Uninjured and unawed;</div> +<div class="verse">While thousands fall on every side,</div> +<div class="vind2">He rests secure in God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He feeds in pastures large and fair</div> +<div class="vind2">Of love and trust divine;</div> +<div class="verse">O child of God, O glory's heir,</div> +<div class="vind2">How rich a lot is thine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A hand almighty to defend,</div> +<div class="vind2">An ear for every call,</div> +<div class="verse">An honored life, a peaceful end,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heaven to crown it all!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry F. Lyte.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD KNOWS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our Father! through the coming year</div> +<div class="vind2">We know not what shall be;</div> +<div class="verse">But we would leave without a fear</div> +<div class="vind2">Its ordering all to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be we shall toil in vain</div> +<div class="vind2">For what the world holds fair;</div> +<div class="verse">And all the good we thought to gain</div> +<div class="vind2">Deceive, and prove but care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be it shall darkly blend</div> +<div class="vind2">Our love with anxious fears,</div> +<div class="verse">And snatch away the valued friend,</div> +<div class="vind2">The tried of many years.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be it shall bring us days</div> +<div class="vind2">And nights of lingering pain;</div> +<div class="verse">And bid us take a farewell gaze</div> +<div class="vind2">Of these loved haunts of men.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">No fears our trust shall move;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest what for each is best,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou art Perfect Love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Cleghorn Gaskell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forever in their Lord abiding</div> +<div class="vind2">Who can their gladness tell;</div> +<div class="verse">Within his love forever hiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">They feel that all is well.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NO FEAR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know no life divided,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Lord of life, from thee;</div> +<div class="verse">In thee is life provided</div> +<div class="vind2">For all mankind and me:</div> +<div class="verse">I know no death, O Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because I live in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy death it is which frees us</div> +<div class="vind2">From death eternally.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I fear no tribulation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since, whatsoe'er it be,</div> +<div class="verse">It makes no separation</div> +<div class="vind2">Between my Lord and me.</div> +<div class="verse">If thou, my God and Teacher,</div> +<div class="vind2">Vouchsafe to be my own,</div> +<div class="verse">Though poor, I shall be richer</div> +<div class="vind2">Than monarch on his throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If while on earth I wander</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart is light and blest,</div> +<div class="verse">Ah, what shall I be yonder,</div> +<div class="vind2">In perfect peace and rest?</div> +<div class="verse">O blessed thought! in dying</div> +<div class="vind2">We go to meet the Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">Where there shall be no sighing,</div> +<div class="vind2">A kingdom our reward.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Carl J. P. Spitta.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LORD'S APPOINTMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I say it over and over, and yet again to-day,</div> +<div class="verse">It rests my heart as surely as it did yesterday:</div> +<div class="vind2">It is the Lord's appointment;</div> +<div class="vind4">Whatever my work may be,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am sure in my heart of hearts</div> +<div class="vind4">He has offered it to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I must say it over and over, and again to-day</div> +<div class="verse">For my work is different from that of yesterday:</div> +<div class="vind2">It is the Lord's appointment;</div> +<div class="vind4">It quiets my restless will</div> +<div class="vind2">Like the voice of a tender mother,</div> +<div class="vind4">And my heart and will are still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I will say it over and over, this and every day,</div> +<div class="verse">Whatsoever the Master orders, come what may:</div> +<div class="vind2">It is the Lord's appointment;</div> +<div class="vind4">For only his love can see</div> +<div class="vind2">What is wisest, best and right—</div> +<div class="vind4">What is truly good for me.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">{191}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not what the future holds,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of good or ill for me and mine;</div> +<div class="verse">I only know that God enfolds</div> +<div class="vind2">Me in his loving arms divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So I shall walk the earth in trust</div> +<div class="vind2">That He who notes the sparrow's fall</div> +<div class="verse">Will help me bear whate'er I must</div> +<div class="vind2">And lend an ear whene'er I call.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters not if dreams dissolve</div> +<div class="vind2">Like mists beneath the morning sun,</div> +<div class="verse">For swiftly as the worlds revolve</div> +<div class="vind2">So swiftly will life's race be run.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It matters not if hopes depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or life be pressed with toil and care.</div> +<div class="verse">If love divine shall fill my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">And all be sanctified with prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then let me learn submission sweet</div> +<div class="vind2">In every thought, in each desire,</div> +<div class="verse">And humbly lay at his dear feet</div> +<div class="vind2">A heart aglow with heavenly fire.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"SOMETIME"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned,</div> +<div class="vind2">And sun and stars forevermore have set,</div> +<div class="verse">The things which our weak judgment here had spurned,</div> +<div class="vind2">The things o'er which we grieve with lashes wet,</div> +<div class="verse">Will flash before us out of life's dark night,</div> +<div class="vind2">As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue,</div> +<div class="verse">And we shall see how all God's plans were right,</div> +<div class="vind2">And how what seemed reproof was love most true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's plans go on as best for you and me;</div> +<div class="verse">How when we called he heeded not our cry,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because his wisdom to the end could see;</div> +<div class="verse">And even as prudent parents disallow</div> +<div class="vind2">Too much of sweet to crooning baby's hest,</div> +<div class="verse">So God perhaps is keeping from us now</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's sweetest things because it seemeth best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if sometimes commingled with life's wine</div> +<div class="vind2">We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink,</div> +<div class="verse">Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine</div> +<div class="vind2">Poured out the potion for our lips to drink;</div> +<div class="verse">And if some one we love is lying low,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where human kisses can not reach the face,</div> +<div class="verse">O do not blame the loving Father so,</div> +<div class="vind2">But wear your sorrow with obedient grace,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And you will shortly know that lengthened breath</div> +<div class="vind2">Is not the sweetest gift God gives his friend;</div> +<div class="verse">And that sometimes the sable pall of death</div> +<div class="vind2">Conceals the fairest boon his love can send.</div> +<div class="verse">If we could push ajar the gates of life,</div> +<div class="vind2">And stand within, and all God's workings see,</div> +<div class="verse">We could interpret all this doubt and strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for each mystery could find a key.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold;</div> +<div class="verse">We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart,</div> +<div class="vind2">Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.</div> +<div class="verse">And if through patient toil we reach the land</div> +<div class="vind2">Where tired feet with sandals loosed may rest,</div> +<div class="verse">When we shall clearly know and understand,</div> +<div class="vind2">I think that we will say: "God knew the best."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—May Louise Riley Smith.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O why and whither? God knows all;</div> +<div class="vind2">I only know that he is good,</div> +<div class="verse">And that whatever may befall,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or here or there, must be the best that could.</div> +<div class="verse">For He is merciful as just;</div> +<div class="vind2">And so, by faith correcting sight,</div> +<div class="verse">I bow before his will, and trust</div> +<div class="verse">Howe'er they seem he doeth all things right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">{192}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT KNOWING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not what shall befall me;</div> +<div class="vind2">God hangs a mist o'er my eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus each step of my onward path</div> +<div class="vind2">He makes new scenes to rise,</div> +<div class="verse">And every joy he sends me comes</div> +<div class="vind2">As a sweet and glad surprise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I see not a step before me</div> +<div class="vind2">As I tread on another year;</div> +<div class="verse">But the past is in God's keeping,</div> +<div class="vind2">The future his mercy shall clear,</div> +<div class="verse">And what looks dark in the distance</div> +<div class="vind2">May brighten as I draw near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For perhaps the dreaded future</div> +<div class="vind2">Is less bitter than I think;</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord may sweeten the waters</div> +<div class="vind2">Before I stoop to drink,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, if Marah must be Marah,</div> +<div class="vind2">He will stand beside its brink.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It may be he keeps waiting</div> +<div class="vind2">Till the coming of my feet</div> +<div class="verse">Some gift of such rare blessedness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some joy so strangely sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">That my lips shall only tremble</div> +<div class="vind2">With the thanks they cannot speak.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O restful, blissful ignorance!</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis blessed not to know,</div> +<div class="verse">It stills me in those mighty arms</div> +<div class="vind2">Which will not let me go,</div> +<div class="verse">And hushes my soul to rest</div> +<div class="vind2">On the bosom which loves me so!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So I go on not knowing;</div> +<div class="vind2">I would not if I might;</div> +<div class="verse">I would rather walk in the dark with God</div> +<div class="vind2">Than go alone in the light;</div> +<div class="verse">I would rather walk with him by faith,</div> +<div class="vind2">Than walk alone by sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My heart shrinks back from trials</div> +<div class="vind2">Which the future may disclose,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I never had a sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">But what the dear Lord chose;</div> +<div class="verse">So I send the coming tears back</div> +<div class="vind2">With the whispered word, "He knows."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Gardner Brainard.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Trust is truer than our fears,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Runs the legend through the moss;</div> +<div class="verse">"Gain is not in added years,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor in death is loss."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONFIDO ET CONQUIESCO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fret not, poor soul; while doubt and fear</div> +<div class="vind4">Disturb thy breast,</div> +<div class="verse">The pitying angels, who can see</div> +<div class="verse">How vain thy wild regret must be,</div> +<div class="vind4">Say, "Trust and Rest."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Plan not, nor scheme, but calmly wait;</div> +<div class="vind4">His choice is best;</div> +<div class="verse">While blind and erring is thy sight</div> +<div class="verse">His wisdom sees and judges right;</div> +<div class="vind4">So Trust and Rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strive not, nor struggle; thy poor might</div> +<div class="vind4">Can never wrest</div> +<div class="verse">The meanest thing to serve thy will;</div> +<div class="verse">All power is his alone. Be still,</div> +<div class="vind4">And Trust and Rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Desire thou not; self-love is strong</div> +<div class="vind4">Within thy breast,</div> +<div class="verse">And yet he loves thee better still:</div> +<div class="verse">So let him do his loving will,</div> +<div class="vind4">And Trust and Rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What dost thou fear? His wisdom reigns</div> +<div class="vind4">Supreme confessed;</div> +<div class="verse">His power is infinite; his love</div> +<div class="verse">Thy deepest, fondest dreams above!</div> +<div class="vind4">So Trust and Rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adelaide Anne Procter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BE CAREFUL FOR NOTHING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My spirit on thy care,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blest Saviour, I recline;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt not leave me to despair,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou art Love divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In Thee I place my trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">On thee I calmly rest;</div> +<div class="verse">I know thee good, I know thee just,</div> +<div class="vind2">And count thy choice the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er events betide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will they all perform;</div> +<div class="verse">Safe in thy breast my head I hide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor fear the coming storm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let good or ill befall,</div> +<div class="vind2">It must be good for me;</div> +<div class="verse">Secure of having thee in all,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of having all in thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry F. Lyte.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">{193}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IN HIM CONFIDING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sometimes a light surprises</div> +<div class="vind2">The Christian while he sings;</div> +<div class="verse">It is the Lord who rises</div> +<div class="vind2">With healing on his wings.</div> +<div class="verse">When comforts are declining</div> +<div class="vind2">He grants the soul again</div> +<div class="verse">A season of clear shining,</div> +<div class="vind2">To cheer it after rain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In holy contemplation</div> +<div class="vind2">We sweetly then pursue</div> +<div class="verse">The theme of God's salvation,</div> +<div class="vind2">And find it ever new.</div> +<div class="verse">Set free from present sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">We cheerfully can say,</div> +<div class="verse">Let the unknown to-morrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Bring with it what it may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It can bring with it nothing</div> +<div class="vind2">But He will bear us through;</div> +<div class="verse">Who gives the lilies clothing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Will clothe his people too.</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath the spreading heavens</div> +<div class="vind2">No creature but is fed;</div> +<div class="verse">And He who feeds the ravens</div> +<div class="vind2">Will give his children bread.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though vine nor fig tree neither</div> +<div class="vind2">Their wonted fruit should bear,</div> +<div class="verse">Though all the fields should wither,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor flocks nor herds be there;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet God the same abiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">His praise shall tune my voice;</div> +<div class="verse">For while in him confiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">I cannot but rejoice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUSTING GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whoever plants a leaf beneath the sod,</div> +<div class="verse">And waits to see it push away the clod,</div> +<div class="vind4">He trusts in God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whoever says, when clouds are in the sky,</div> +<div class="verse">"Be patient, heart; light breaketh by and by,"</div> +<div class="vind4">He trusts in God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whoever sees 'neath winter's field of snow</div> +<div class="verse">The silent harvest of the future grow,</div> +<div class="vind4">God's power must know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep,</div> +<div class="verse">Content to lock each sense in slumber deep,</div> +<div class="vind4">Knows God will keep.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TRUST IN GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The child leans on its parent's breast,</div> +<div class="verse">Leaves there its cares and is at rest;</div> +<div class="verse">The bird sits singing by his nest,</div> +<div class="vind4">And tells aloud</div> +<div class="verse">His trust in God, and so is blest</div> +<div class="vind4">'Neath every cloud.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He has no store, he sows no seed;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;</div> +<div class="verse">By flowing stream or grassy mead,</div> +<div class="vind4">He sings to shame</div> +<div class="verse">Men, who forget, in fear of need,</div> +<div class="vind4">A Father's name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The heart that trusts for ever sings,</div> +<div class="verse">And feels as light as it had wings;</div> +<div class="verse">A well of peace within it springs;</div> +<div class="vind4">Come good or ill.</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er to-day, to-morrow, brings,</div> +<div class="vind4">It is his will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Isaac Williams.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NO FEARS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give to the winds thy fears;</div> +<div class="vind2">Hope, and be undismayed;</div> +<div class="verse">God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;</div> +<div class="vind2">God shall lift up thy head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through waves, and clouds, and storms,</div> +<div class="vind2">He gently clears thy way;</div> +<div class="verse">Wait thou his time, so shall this night</div> +<div class="vind2">Soon end in joyous day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still heavy is thy heart?</div> +<div class="vind2">Still sink thy spirits down?</div> +<div class="verse">Cast off the weight, let fear depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every care be gone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though thou rulest not?</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet heaven, and earth, and hell</div> +<div class="verse">Proclaim, "God sitteth on the throne,</div> +<div class="vind2">And ruleth all things well."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Leave to his sovereign sway</div> +<div class="vind2">To choose and to command:</div> +<div class="verse">So shalt thou, wondering, own his way,</div> +<div class="vind2">How wise, how strong his hand!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far, far above thy thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">His counsel shall appear,</div> +<div class="verse">When fully he the work hath wrought</div> +<div class="vind2">That caused thy needless fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Gerhardt.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">{194}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SIMPLE TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not know why sin abounds</div> +<div class="vind2">Within this world so fair,</div> +<div class="verse">Why numerous discordant sounds</div> +<div class="vind2">Destroy the heavenly air—</div> +<div class="verse">I can't explain this thing, I must</div> +<div class="verse">Rely on God in simple trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not know why pain and loss</div> +<div class="vind2">Oft fall unto my lot.</div> +<div class="verse">Why I must bear the heavy cross</div> +<div class="vind2">When I desire it not—</div> +<div class="verse">I do not know, unless 'tis just</div> +<div class="verse">To teach my soul in God to trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not why the evil seems</div> +<div class="vind2">Supreme on every hand:</div> +<div class="verse">Why suffering flows in endless streams</div> +<div class="vind2">I do not understand—</div> +<div class="verse">Solution comes not to adjust</div> +<div class="verse">These mysteries. I can but trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not know why grief's dark cloud</div> +<div class="vind2">Bedims my sunny sky,</div> +<div class="verse">The tear of bitterness allowed</div> +<div class="vind2">To swell within my eye—</div> +<div class="verse">But, sorrow-stricken to the dust,</div> +<div class="verse">I will look up to God and trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—R. F. Mayer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL IS YOURS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O foolish heart, be still!</div> +<div class="vind2">And vex thyself no more!</div> +<div class="verse">Wait thou for God, until</div> +<div class="vind2">He open pleasure's door.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest not what is good for thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">But God doth know—</div> +<div class="verse">Let him thy strong reliance be,</div> +<div class="vind2">And rest thee so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He counted all my days,</div> +<div class="vind2">And every joy and tear,</div> +<div class="verse">Ere I knew how to praise,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or even had learned to fear.</div> +<div class="verse">Before I him my Father knew</div> +<div class="vind2">He called me child;</div> +<div class="verse">His help has guarded me all through</div> +<div class="vind2">This weary wild.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The least of all my cares</div> +<div class="vind2">Is not to him unknown—</div> +<div class="verse">He sees and he prepares</div> +<div class="vind2">The pathway for his own;</div> +<div class="verse">And what his hand assigns to me,</div> +<div class="vind2">That serves my peace;</div> +<div class="verse">The greatest burden it might be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet joys increase.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live no more for earth;</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor seek my full joy here;</div> +<div class="verse">The world seems little worth</div> +<div class="vind2">When heaven is shining clear.</div> +<div class="verse">Yet joyfully I go my way</div> +<div class="vind2">So free, so blest!</div> +<div class="verse">Sweetening my toil from day to day</div> +<div class="vind2">With thoughts of rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give me, my Lord, whate'er</div> +<div class="vind2">Will bind my heart to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">For that I make my prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And know thou hearest me!</div> +<div class="verse">But all that might keep back my soul—</div> +<div class="vind2">Make thee forgot—</div> +<div class="verse">Though of earth-good it were the whole,</div> +<div class="vind2">O give it not!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When sickness, pains, distress,</div> +<div class="vind2">And want doth follow fear,</div> +<div class="verse">And men their hate express,</div> +<div class="vind2">My sky shall still be clear.</div> +<div class="verse">Then wait I, Lord, and wait for thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">And I am still,</div> +<div class="verse">Though mine should unaccomplished be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Do thou thy will!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou art the strength and stay</div> +<div class="vind2">Of every weary soul;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy wisdom rules the way</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy pity does control.</div> +<div class="verse">What ill can happen unto me</div> +<div class="vind2">When thou art near?</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt, O God, my keeper be;</div> +<div class="vind2">I will not fear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christian F. Gellert (1715-1769).</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I SHALL NOT WANT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I shall not want: in desert wilds</div> +<div class="verse">Thou spreadst thy table for thy child;</div> +<div class="verse">While grace in streams, for thirsting souls,</div> +<div class="verse">Through earth and heaven forever rolls.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I shall not want: my darkest night</div> +<div class="verse">Thy lovely smile shall fill with light;</div> +<div class="verse">While promises around me bloom,</div> +<div class="verse">And cheer me with divine perfume.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I shall not want: thy righteousness</div> +<div class="verse">My soul shall clothe with glorious dress;</div> +<div class="verse">My blood-washed robe shall be more fair</div> +<div class="verse">Than garments kings or angels wear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I shall not want: whate'er is good</div> +<div class="verse">Of daily bread or angels' food</div> +<div class="verse">Shall to my Father's child be sure,</div> +<div class="verse">So long as earth and heaven endure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles F. Deems.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">{195}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NO CARES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord! how happy should we be</div> +<div class="verse">If we could leave our cares to thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">If we from self could rest,</div> +<div class="verse">And feel at heart that One above,</div> +<div class="verse">In perfect wisdom, perfect love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is working for the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For when we kneel and cast our care</div> +<div class="verse">Upon our God, in humble prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">With strengthened souls we rise;</div> +<div class="verse">Sure that our Father, who is nigh</div> +<div class="verse">To hear the ravens when they cry,</div> +<div class="vind2">Will hear his children's cries.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How far from this our daily life;</div> +<div class="verse">How oft disturbed by anxious strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">By sudden wild alarm!</div> +<div class="verse">O could we but relinquish all</div> +<div class="verse">Our earthly props and simply fall</div> +<div class="vind2">On thine Almighty arms!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We cannot trust him as we should,</div> +<div class="verse">So chafes weak nature's restless mood</div> +<div class="vind2">To cast its peace away;</div> +<div class="verse">But birds and flowers around us preach</div> +<div class="verse">All, all, the present evil teach,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sufficient for the day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O may these anxious hearts of ours</div> +<div class="verse">The lesson learn from birds and flowers,</div> +<div class="vind2">And learn from self to cease,</div> +<div class="verse">Leave all things to our Father's will,</div> +<div class="verse">And, in his mercy trusting, still</div> +<div class="vind2">Find in each trial peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joseph Anstice.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CARE CAST ON GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, I delight in thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And on thy care depend;</div> +<div class="verse">To thee in every trouble flee,</div> +<div class="vind2">My best, my only Friend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When nature's streams are dried</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy fullness is the same;</div> +<div class="verse">With this will I be satisfied,</div> +<div class="vind2">And glory in thy name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who made my heaven secure</div> +<div class="vind2">Will here all good provide;</div> +<div class="verse">While Christ is rich can I be poor?</div> +<div class="vind2">What can I want beside?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cast my care on thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">I triumph and adore;</div> +<div class="verse">Henceforth my great concern shall be</div> +<div class="vind2">To love and please thee more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Ryland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD KNOWS ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned;</div> +<div class="verse">Each drop that fills my daily cup; thy hand</div> +<div class="verse">Prescribes for ills none else can understand.</div> +<div class="vind2">All, all is known to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord—</div> +<div class="verse">Grace to go forward wherever he guide thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Simply believing the truth of his word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whatsoe'er our lot may be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Calmly in this thought we'll rest</div> +<div class="verse">Could we see as thou dost see</div> +<div class="vind2">We should choose it as the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Cleghorn Gaskell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>O FOR A PERFECT TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for the peace of a perfect trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">My loving God, in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Unwavering faith, that never doubts,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou choosest best for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Best, though my plans be all upset;</div> +<div class="vind2">Best, though the way be rough;</div> +<div class="verse">Best, though my earthly store be scant;</div> +<div class="vind2">In thee I have enough.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Best, though my health and strength be gone,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though weary days be mine,</div> +<div class="verse">Shut out from much that others have;</div> +<div class="vind2">Not my will, Lord, but thine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And even though disappointments come,</div> +<div class="vind2">They, too, are best for me—</div> +<div class="verse">To wean me from this changing world</div> +<div class="vind2">And lead me nearer thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for the peace of a perfect trust</div> +<div class="vind2">That looks away from all;</div> +<div class="verse">That sees thy hand in everything,</div> +<div class="vind2">In great events or small;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That hears thy voice—a Father's voice—</div> +<div class="vind2">Directing for the best;</div> +<div class="verse">O for the peace of a perfect trust,</div> +<div class="vind2">A heart with thee at rest!</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">{196}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SONG OF TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot always see the way that leads</div> +<div class="vind4">To heights above;</div> +<div class="verse">I sometimes quite forget that he leads on</div> +<div class="vind4">With hands of love;</div> +<div class="verse">But yet I know the path must lead me to</div> +<div class="vind4">Immanuel's land,</div> +<div class="verse">And when I reach life's summit I shall know</div> +<div class="vind4">And understand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot always trace the onward course</div> +<div class="vind4">My ship must take,</div> +<div class="verse">But, looking backward, I behold afar</div> +<div class="vind4">Its shining wake</div> +<div class="verse">Illumined with God's light of love; and so</div> +<div class="vind4">I onward go,</div> +<div class="verse">In perfect trust that he who holds the helm</div> +<div class="vind4">The course must know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot always see the plan on which</div> +<div class="vind4">He builds my life;</div> +<div class="verse">For oft the sound of hammers, blow on blow,</div> +<div class="vind4">The noise of strife,</div> +<div class="verse">Confuse me till I quite forget he knows</div> +<div class="vind4">And oversees,</div> +<div class="verse">And that in all details with his good plan</div> +<div class="vind4">My life agrees.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot always know and understand</div> +<div class="vind4">The Master's rule;</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot always do the tasks he gives</div> +<div class="vind4">In life's hard school;</div> +<div class="verse">But I am learning, with his help, to solve</div> +<div class="vind4">Them one by one,</div> +<div class="verse">And, when I cannot understand, to say,</div> +<div class="vind4">"Thy will be done."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gertrude Benedict Custis.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL IS WELL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The clouds which rise with thunder slake</div> +<div class="vind2">Our thirsty souls with rain;</div> +<div class="verse">The blow most dreaded falls to break</div> +<div class="vind2">From off our limbs a chain;</div> +<div class="verse">And wrongs of man to man but make</div> +<div class="vind2">The love of God more plain.</div> +<div class="verse">As through the shadowy lens of even</div> +<div class="verse">The eye looks farthest into heaven—</div> +<div class="verse">On gleams of star and depths of blue</div> +<div class="verse">The glaring sunshine never knew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—<ins class="correction" title="text reads 'Johh'">John</ins> Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHOOSE FOR US, GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;</div> +<div class="verse">Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still will we trust in God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;</div> +<div class="verse">Through him alone who hath our way appointed,</div> +<div class="vind2">We find our peace again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;</div> +<div class="verse">Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we are fools and blind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us press on in patient self-denial,</div> +<div class="vind2">Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss;</div> +<div class="verse">Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our crown beyond the cross.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William H. Burleigh.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL THINGS WORK GOOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With strength of righteous purpose in the heart</div> +<div class="verse">What cause to fear for consequence of deed?</div> +<div class="verse">God guideth then, not we; nor do we need</div> +<div class="verse">To care for aught but that we play our part.</div> +<div class="verse">Most simple trust is often highest art.</div> +<div class="verse">The issue we would fly may be a seed</div> +<div class="verse">Ordained by God to bear our souls a meed</div> +<div class="verse">Of peace that no self-judging could impart.</div> +<div class="verse">"All things work good for him who trusteth God!"</div> +<div class="verse">Doth God not love us with a longing love</div> +<div class="verse">To make us happy, and hath he not sight</div> +<div class="verse">From end to end of our short earthly road?</div> +<div class="verse">This, Lord, I hold—aye, <i>know</i> that thou wouldst move</div> +<div class="verse">The world to lead one trusting soul aright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Harding.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">{197}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RELIGIOUS INFIDELS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How many chatterers of a creed</div> +<div class="vind2">Think doubt the gravest sin,</div> +<div class="verse">Unmindful of her double birth—</div> +<div class="vind2">For worry is her twin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! Christian atheism seems</div> +<div class="vind2">The most insulting kind,</div> +<div class="verse">For, though the tongue says, God is love,</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart is deaf and blind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How he who marks the sparrow's fall</div> +<div class="vind2">Must be aggrieved to see</div> +<div class="verse">These loud lip-champions manifest</div> +<div class="vind2">Such infidelity!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Each fretful line upon their brow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dug by the plow of care,</div> +<div class="verse">Is treason to their pledge of faith</div> +<div class="vind2">And satire on their prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O just to hold, without one fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">The strong, warm Hand above,</div> +<div class="verse">With orthodoxy of the heart—</div> +<div class="vind2">The childlike creed of love!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">None such can be a heretic;</div> +<div class="vind2">Nay, only he forsooth</div> +<div class="verse">Who lives the falsity of doubt,</div> +<div class="vind2">But prates the cant of truth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Worry and Fret were two little men</div> +<div class="verse">That knocked at my door again and again.</div> +<div class="verse">"O pray let us in, but to tarry a night,</div> +<div class="verse">And we will be off with the dawning of light."</div> +<div class="verse">At last, moved to pity, I opened the door</div> +<div class="verse">To shelter these travelers, hungry and poor;</div> +<div class="verse">But when on the morrow I bade them "Adieu,"</div> +<div class="verse">They said, quite unmoved, "We'll tarry with you."</div> +<div class="verse">And, deaf to entreaty and callous to threat,</div> +<div class="verse">These troublesome guests abide with me yet.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, in the maddening maze of things,</div> +<div class="vind2">And tossed by storm and flood,</div> +<div class="verse">To one fixed trust my spirit clings:</div> +<div class="vind2">I know that God is good!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MAKE THY WAY MINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Father, hold thou my hand;</div> +<div class="vind6">The way is steep;</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot see the path my feet must keep,</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot tell, so dark the tangled way,</div> +<div class="vind4">Where next to step. O stay;</div> +<div class="verse">Come close; take both my hands in thine;</div> +<div class="vind4">Make thy way mine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Lead me. I may not stay;</div> +<div class="verse">I must move on; but oh, the way!</div> +<div class="vind4">I must be brave and go,</div> +<div class="verse">Step forward in the dark, nor know</div> +<div class="verse">If I shall reach the goal at all—</div> +<div class="vind4">If I shall fall.</div> +<div class="vind4">Take thou my hand.</div> +<div class="verse">Take it! Thou knowest best</div> +<div class="verse">How I should go, and all the rest</div> +<div class="vind4">I cannot, cannot see:</div> +<div class="verse">Lead me: I hold my hands to thee;</div> +<div class="vind4">I own no will but thine;</div> +<div class="vind4">Make thy way mine!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY PSALM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All as God wills, who wisely heeds</div> +<div class="vind2">To give or to withhold;</div> +<div class="verse">And knoweth more of all my needs</div> +<div class="vind2">Than all my prayers have told!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Enough that blessings undeserved</div> +<div class="vind2">Have marked my erring track;</div> +<div class="verse">That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved</div> +<div class="vind2">His chastening turned me back;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That more and more a Providence</div> +<div class="vind2">Of love is understood,</div> +<div class="verse">Making the springs of time and sense</div> +<div class="vind2">Sweet with eternal good;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That death seems but a covered way</div> +<div class="vind2">Which opens into light,</div> +<div class="verse">Wherein no blinded child can stray</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond the Father's sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What most you wish and long for</div> +<div class="vind2">Might only bring you pain;</div> +<div class="verse">You cannot see the future,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's purpose to explain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So trust, faint heart, thy Master!</div> +<div class="vind2">He doeth all things well,</div> +<div class="verse">He loveth more than heart can guess,</div> +<div class="vind2">And more than tongue can tell.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">{198}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BETTER TRUST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better trust all and be deceived,</div> +<div class="vind2">And weep that trust and that deceiving,</div> +<div class="verse">Than doubt one heart that, if believed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Had blest one's life with true believing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, in this mocking world too fast</div> +<div class="vind2">The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth;</div> +<div class="verse">Better be cheated to the last</div> +<div class="vind2">Than lose the blessed hope of truth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Anne Kemble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be patient; keep thy life-work</div> +<div class="vind6">Well in hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Be trustful where thou canst not</div> +<div class="vind6">Understand;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy lot, whate'er it be, is</div> +<div class="vind6">Wisely planned;</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er its mysteries, God holds the key;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou well canst trust him, and bide patiently.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is never a day so dreary</div> +<div class="vind2">But God can make it bright;</div> +<div class="verse">And unto the soul that trusts him</div> +<div class="vind2">He giveth songs in the night.</div> +<div class="verse">There is never a path so hidden</div> +<div class="vind2">But God will show the way,</div> +<div class="verse">If we seek the Spirit's guidance</div> +<div class="vind2">And patiently watch and pray.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Build a little fence of trust</div> +<div class="vind6">Around to-day;</div> +<div class="verse">Fill the space with loving deeds,</div> +<div class="vind6">And therein stay.</div> +<div class="verse">Look not through the sheltering bars</div> +<div class="vind6">Upon to-morrow;</div> +<div class="verse">God will help thee bear what comes</div> +<div class="vind6">Of joy or sorrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Frances Butts.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On God for all events depend;</div> +<div class="verse">You cannot want when God's your friend.</div> +<div class="verse">Weigh well your part and do your best;</div> +<div class="verse">Leave to your Maker all the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Cotton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR STRONG STAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, O my soul, be ne'er afraid;</div> +<div class="verse">On him who thee and all things made</div> +<div class="vind2">With calm reliance rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er may come, where'er we go,</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father in the heavens must know</div> +<div class="vind2">In all things what is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Fleming.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If the wren can cling</div> +<div class="verse">To a spray a-swing</div> +<div class="verse">In the mad May wind, and sing and sing</div> +<div class="vind6">As if she'd burst for joy—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why cannot I</div> +<div class="verse">Contented lie</div> +<div class="verse">In his quiet arms, beneath his sky,</div> +<div class="vind6">Unmoved by life's annoy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Haven Schauffler.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be like the bird that, halting in her flight</div> +<div class="verse">Awhile on boughs too slight,</div> +<div class="verse">Feels them give way beneath her and yet sings—</div> +<div class="verse">Knowing that she hath wings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Victor Hugo.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let not your heart be troubled, Jesus said;</div> +<div class="verse">Let not your heart be troubled or afraid.</div> +<div class="verse">My peace into your hands I freely give;</div> +<div class="verse">Trust in your God, and in his precepts live.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thunder, lightning, fire and rain,</div> +<div class="verse">Poverty, sorrow, loss and gain,</div> +<div class="verse">Death and heaven, and earth and hell,</div> +<div class="verse">For us must work together well.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With patient course thy path of duty run</div> +<div class="verse">God nothing does, or suffers to be done,</div> +<div class="verse">But thou wouldst do the same if thou couldst see</div> +<div class="verse">The end of all events as well as he.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I welcome all thy sovereign will,</div> +<div class="vind2">For all that will is love;</div> +<div class="verse">And when I know not what thou dost,</div> +<div class="vind2">I wait the light above.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">{199}</a></span></p> + +<h2>GOD'S CARE</h2> + +<h3>PROVIDENCE, GOD'S KNOWLEDGE AND BENEFICENCE</h3> + + +<h4>CONSIDER THE RAVENS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, according to thy words,</div> +<div class="verse">I have considered thy birds;</div> +<div class="verse">And I find their life good,</div> +<div class="verse">And better, the better understood;</div> +<div class="verse">Sowing neither corn nor wheat</div> +<div class="verse">They have all that they can eat;</div> +<div class="verse">Reaping no more than they sow</div> +<div class="verse">They have more than they could stow;</div> +<div class="verse">Having neither barn nor store,</div> +<div class="verse">Hungry again they eat more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Considering, I see too that they</div> +<div class="verse">Have a busy life, but plenty of play;</div> +<div class="verse">In the earth they dig their bills deep,</div> +<div class="verse">And work well, though they do not heap;</div> +<div class="verse">Then to play in the way they are not loth,</div> +<div class="verse">And their nests between are better than both.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But this is when there blow no storms,</div> +<div class="verse">When berries are plenty in winter, and worms,</div> +<div class="verse">When feathers are rife, with oil enough</div> +<div class="verse">To keep the cold out and send the rain off;</div> +<div class="verse">If there come, indeed, a long, hard frost,</div> +<div class="verse">Then it looks as though thy birds were lost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But I consider further and find</div> +<div class="verse">A hungry bird has a free mind;</div> +<div class="verse">He is hungry to-day, but not to-morrow,</div> +<div class="verse">Steals no comfort, no grief doth borrow;</div> +<div class="verse">This moment is his, thy will hath said it,</div> +<div class="verse">The next is nothing till Thou hast made it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The bird has pain, but has no fear—</div> +<div class="verse">Which is the worst of any gear;</div> +<div class="verse">When cold and hunger and harm betide him,</div> +<div class="verse">He does not take them and stuff inside him;</div> +<div class="verse">Content with the day's ill he has got,</div> +<div class="verse">He waits just, nor haggles with his lot;</div> +<div class="verse">Neither jumbles God's will</div> +<div class="verse">With driblets from his own still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But next I see, in my endeavor,</div> +<div class="verse">The birds here do not live forever;</div> +<div class="verse">That cold or hunger, sickness or age,</div> +<div class="verse">Finishes their earthly stage;</div> +<div class="verse">The rooks drop in cold nights,</div> +<div class="verse">Leaving all their wrongs and rights;</div> +<div class="verse">Birds lie here and birds lie there</div> +<div class="verse">With their feathers all astare;</div> +<div class="verse">And in thine own sermon, thou</div> +<div class="verse">That the sparrow falls dost allow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It shall not cause me any alarm,</div> +<div class="verse">For neither so comes the bird to harm,</div> +<div class="verse">Seeing our Father, thou hast said,</div> +<div class="verse">Is by the sparrow's dying bed;</div> +<div class="verse">Therefore it is a blessèd place,</div> +<div class="verse">And a sharer in high grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It cometh therefore to this, Lord:</div> +<div class="verse">I have considered thy word;</div> +<div class="verse">And henceforth will be thy bird.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD KEEPS HIS OWN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not know whether my future lies</div> +<div class="vind2">Through calm or storm;</div> +<div class="verse">Whether the way is strewn with broken ties,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or friendships warm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This much I know: Whate'er the pathway trod,</div> +<div class="vind2">All else unknown,</div> +<div class="verse">I shall be guided safely on, for God</div> +<div class="vind2">Will keep his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Clouds may obscure the sky, and drenching rain</div> +<div class="vind2">Wear channels deep;</div> +<div class="verse">And haggard want, with all her bitter train,</div> +<div class="vind2">Make angels weep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And those I love the best, beneath the sod</div> +<div class="vind2">May sleep alone;</div> +<div class="verse">But through it all I shall be led, for God</div> +<div class="vind2">Will keep his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">{200}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CARE THOU FOR ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Care Thou for me! Let me not care!</div> +<div class="verse">Too weak am I, dear Lord, to bear</div> +<div class="vind2">The heavy burdens of the day;</div> +<div class="vind4">And oft I walk with craven feet</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon life's rough and toilsome way;</div> +<div class="vind4">How sweet to feel, how passing sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy watchful presence everywhere!</div> +<div class="verse">Care Thou for me! Let me not care!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Care Thou for me! Why should I care,</div> +<div class="verse">And looks of gloomy sadness wear,</div> +<div class="vind2">And fret because I cannot see</div> +<div class="vind4">(Thy wisdom doth ordain it so)</div> +<div class="vind2">The path thou hast marked out for me?</div> +<div class="vind4">My Father's plan is best, I know,</div> +<div class="verse">It will be light, sometime—somewhere—</div> +<div class="verse">Care thou for me! Why should I care?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Care Thou for me! Let me not care!</div> +<div class="verse">This, each new day, shall be my prayer;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou, who canst read my inmost heart,</div> +<div class="vind4">Dost know I am exceeding frail;</div> +<div class="vind2">Both just and merciful thou art,</div> +<div class="vind4">Whose loving kindness ne'er shall fail;</div> +<div class="verse">My human nature thou wilt spare;</div> +<div class="verse">Care Thou for me! I will not care!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SPARROW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am only a little sparrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">A bird of low degree;</div> +<div class="verse">My life is of little value,</div> +<div class="vind2">But the dear Lord cares for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He gave me a coat of feathers;</div> +<div class="vind2">It is very plain, I know,</div> +<div class="verse">With never a speck of crimson,</div> +<div class="vind2">For it was not made for show,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But it keeps me warm in winter,</div> +<div class="vind2">And it shields me from the rain;</div> +<div class="verse">Were it bordered with gold or purple</div> +<div class="vind2">Perhaps it would make me vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have no barn or storehouse,</div> +<div class="vind2">I neither sow nor reap;</div> +<div class="verse">God gives me a sparrow's portion,</div> +<div class="vind2">But never a seed to keep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If my meal is sometimes scanty,</div> +<div class="vind2">Close picking makes it sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">I have always enough to feed me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And "life is more than meat."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know there are many sparrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">All over the world we are found;</div> +<div class="verse">But our heavenly Father knoweth</div> +<div class="vind2">When one of us falls to the ground.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though small, we are not forgotten;</div> +<div class="vind2">Though weak we are never afraid;</div> +<div class="verse">For we know that the dear Lord keepeth</div> +<div class="vind2">The life of the creatures he made.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HE KNOWETH ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The twilight falls, the night is near,</div> +<div class="vind2">I fold my work away</div> +<div class="verse">And kneel to One who bends to hear</div> +<div class="vind2">The story of the day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The old, old story, yet I kneel</div> +<div class="vind2">To tell it at thy call;</div> +<div class="verse">And cares grow lighter as I feel</div> +<div class="vind2">That Jesus knows them all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, all! The morning and the night,</div> +<div class="vind2">The joy, the grief, the loss,</div> +<div class="verse">The roughened path, the sunbeam bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hourly thorn and cross—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest all; I lean my head,</div> +<div class="vind2">My weary eyelids close,</div> +<div class="verse">Content and glad awhile to tread</div> +<div class="vind2">This path, since Jesus knows!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he has loved me! All my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">With answering love is stirred,</div> +<div class="verse">And every anguished pain and smart</div> +<div class="vind2">Finds healing in the Word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So here I lay me down to rest,</div> +<div class="vind2">As nightly shadows fall,</div> +<div class="verse">And lean, confiding, on his breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who knows and pities all!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If to Jesus for relief</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul has fled by prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Why should I give way to grief</div> +<div class="vind2">Or heart-consuming care?</div> +<div class="verse">While I know his providence</div> +<div class="vind2">Disposes each event</div> +<div class="verse">Shall I judge by feeble sense,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yield to discontent?</div> +<div class="verse">Sparrows if he kindly feed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And verdure clothe in rich array.</div> +<div class="verse">Can he see a child in need,</div> +<div class="vind2">And turn his eyes away?</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">{201}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HE NEVER FORGETS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, nay, do not tell me that God will not hear me.</div> +<div class="vind2">I know he is high over all,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I know just as well that he always is near me</div> +<div class="vind2">And never forgets me at all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He shows not his face, for its glory would blind me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet I walk on my way unafraid;</div> +<div class="verse">Though lost in the desert He surely would find me</div> +<div class="vind2">His angels would come to my aid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He sits on his throne in the wonderful city,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I—I am ashes and dust!</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I am at rest in His wonderful pity,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I in his promises trust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He lighteth the stars, and they shine in their places;</div> +<div class="vind2">He maketh his sun like a flame;</div> +<div class="verse">But better and brighter to Him are the faces</div> +<div class="vind2">Of mortals that call on his name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nay, nay! do not tell me that, wrapped in his glory.</div> +<div class="vind2">He hears not my voice when I cry;</div> +<div class="verse">He made me! He loves me! He knows all my story!</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall look on his face by and by!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SURE REFUGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O I know the Hand that is guiding me</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the shadow to the light;</div> +<div class="verse">And I know that all betiding me</div> +<div class="vind2">Is meted out aright.</div> +<div class="verse">I know that the thorny path I tread</div> +<div class="vind2">Is ruled with a golden line;</div> +<div class="verse">And I know that the darker life's tangled thread</div> +<div class="vind2">The brighter the rich design.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When faints and fails each wilderness hope,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the lamp of faith burns dim,</div> +<div class="verse">O! I know where to find the honey drop</div> +<div class="vind2">On the bitter chalice brim.</div> +<div class="verse">For I see, though veiled from my mortal sight,</div> +<div class="vind2">God's plan is all complete;</div> +<div class="verse">Though the darkness at present be not light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the bitter be not sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I can wait till the dayspring shall overflow</div> +<div class="vind2">The night of pain and care;</div> +<div class="verse">For I know there's a blessing for every woe,</div> +<div class="vind2">A promise for every prayer.</div> +<div class="verse">Yes, I feel that the Hand which is holding me</div> +<div class="vind2">Will ever hold me fast;</div> +<div class="verse">And the strength of the arms that are folding me</div> +<div class="vind2">Will keep me to the last.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FOLLOWING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As God leads me will I go,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor choose my way.</div> +<div class="verse">Let him choose the joy or woe</div> +<div class="vind2">Of every day;</div> +<div class="verse">They cannot hurt my soul,</div> +<div class="verse">Because in his control;</div> +<div class="verse">I leave to him the whole—</div> +<div class="vind2">His children may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As God leads me I am still</div> +<div class="vind2">Within his hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Though his purpose my self-will</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth oft withstand;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I wish that none</div> +<div class="verse">But his will be done</div> +<div class="verse">Till the end be won</div> +<div class="vind2">That he hath planned.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As God leads I am content;</div> +<div class="vind2">He will take care!</div> +<div class="verse">All things by his will are sent</div> +<div class="vind2">That I must bear;</div> +<div class="verse">To him I take my fear,</div> +<div class="verse">My wishes, while I'm here;</div> +<div class="verse">The way will all seem clear,</div> +<div class="vind2">When I am there!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As God leads me it is mine</div> +<div class="vind2">To follow him;</div> +<div class="verse">Soon all shall wonderfully shine</div> +<div class="vind2">Which now seems dim.</div> +<div class="verse">Fulfilled be his decree!</div> +<div class="verse">What he shall choose for me</div> +<div class="verse">That shall my portion be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Up to the brim!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As God leads me so my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">In faith shall rest.</div> +<div class="verse">No grief nor fear my soul shall part</div> +<div class="vind2">From Jesus' breast.</div> +<div class="verse">In sweet belief I know</div> +<div class="verse">What way my life doth go—</div> +<div class="verse">Since God permitteth so—</div> +<div class="vind2">That must be best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—L. Gedicke.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">{202}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER KNOWETH"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are two words of light divine</div> +<div class="verse">That fall upon this heart of mine,</div> +<div class="verse">That thrill me in the hour of gain,</div> +<div class="verse">That still me in the hour of pain:</div> +<div class="verse">Two words endued with magic power,</div> +<div class="verse">Sufficient unto any hour—</div> +<div class="vind8">He knows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As summer breezes, cool and sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">Bring rest, relief from toil and heat;</div> +<div class="verse">As showers, needed as they fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Renew, refresh and comfort all;</div> +<div class="verse">So to my feverish heart is given</div> +<div class="verse">This loving message, fresh from heaven:</div> +<div class="vind8">He knows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My fainting heart finds strength in this,</div> +<div class="verse">My hungry heart here seeks its bliss;</div> +<div class="verse">Here angry billows never surge,</div> +<div class="verse">Here death can never sing its dirge;</div> +<div class="verse">My rising fears, with murmuring fraught,</div> +<div class="verse">Find sudden calm beneath this thought:</div> +<div class="vind8">He knows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O lullaby for children grown!</div> +<div class="verse">O nectar sweet for lips that moan!</div> +<div class="verse">O balm to stricken hearts oppressed!</div> +<div class="verse">O pillow where worn heads may rest!</div> +<div class="verse">All joy, all comfort in thee meet,</div> +<div class="verse">O blessed words, surpassing sweet,</div> +<div class="vind8">He knows.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FEAR NOT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't you trouble trouble</div> +<div class="vind2">Till trouble troubles you.</div> +<div class="verse">Don't you look for trouble;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let trouble look for you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't you borrow sorrow;</div> +<div class="vind2">You'll surely have your share.</div> +<div class="verse">He who dreams of sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Will find that sorrow's there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Don't you hurry worry</div> +<div class="vind2">By worrying lest it come.</div> +<div class="verse">To flurry is to worry,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Twill miss you if you're mum.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If care you've got to carry</div> +<div class="vind2">Wait till 'tis at the door;</div> +<div class="verse">For he who runs to meet it</div> +<div class="vind2">Takes up the load before.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If minding will not mend it,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then better not to mind;</div> +<div class="verse">The best thing is to end it—</div> +<div class="vind2">Just leave it all behind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who feareth hath forsaken</div> +<div class="vind2">The Heavenly Father's side;</div> +<div class="verse">What he hath undertaken</div> +<div class="vind2">He surely will provide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The very birds reprove thee</div> +<div class="vind2">With all their happy song;</div> +<div class="verse">The very flowers teach thee</div> +<div class="vind2">That fretting is a wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Cheer up," the sparrow chirpeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Thy Father feedeth me;</div> +<div class="verse">Think how much more he careth,</div> +<div class="vind2">O lonely child, for thee!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Fear not," the flowers whisper;</div> +<div class="vind2">"Since thus he hath arrayed</div> +<div class="verse">The buttercup and daisy,</div> +<div class="vind2">How canst thou be afraid?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then don't you trouble trouble,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till trouble troubles you;</div> +<div class="verse">You'll only double trouble,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trouble others too.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HE LEADS US ON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">He leads us on</div> +<div class="verse">By paths we did not know;</div> +<div class="verse">Upward he leads us, though our steps be slow,</div> +<div class="verse">Though oft we faint and falter on the way,</div> +<div class="verse">Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet when the clouds are gone</div> +<div class="vind2">We know he leads us on.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">He leads us on.</div> +<div class="verse">Through all the unquiet years;</div> +<div class="verse">Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and fears,</div> +<div class="verse">He guides our steps. Through all the tangled maze</div> +<div class="verse">Of sin, of sorrow, and o'erclouded days</div> +<div class="vind2">We know his will is done;</div> +<div class="vind2">And still he leads us on.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">And he, at last,</div> +<div class="verse">After the weary strife—</div> +<div class="verse">After the restless fever we call life—</div> +<div class="verse">After the dreariness, the aching pain,</div> +<div class="verse">The wayward struggles which have proved in vain,</div> +<div class="vind2">After our toils are past,</div> +<div class="vind2">Will give us rest at last.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">{203}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DEVIL IS A FOOL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Saint Dominic, the glory of the schools,</div> +<div class="verse">Writing, one day, "The Inquisition's" rules,</div> +<div class="verse">Stopt, when the evening came, for want of light.</div> +<div class="verse">The devils, who below from morn till night,</div> +<div class="verse">Well pleased, had seen his work, exclaimed with sorrow,</div> +<div class="verse">"Something he will forget before to-morrow!"</div> +<div class="verse">One zealous imp flew upward from the place,</div> +<div class="verse">And stood before him, with an angel face.</div> +<div class="verse">"I come," said he, "sent from God's Realm of Peace,</div> +<div class="verse">To light you, lest your holy labors cease."</div> +<div class="verse">Well pleased, the saint wrote on with careful pen.</div> +<div class="verse">The candle was consumed; the devil then</div> +<div class="verse">Lighted his <i>thumb</i>; the saint, quite undisturbed,</div> +<div class="verse">Finished his treatise to the final word.</div> +<div class="verse">Then he looked up, and started with affright;</div> +<div class="verse">For lo! the thumb blazed with a lurid light.</div> +<div class="verse">"Your thumb is burned!" said he. The child of sin</div> +<div class="verse">Changed to his proper form, and with a grin</div> +<div class="verse">Said, "I will quench it in the martyrs' blood</div> +<div class="verse">Your book will cause to flow—a crimson flood!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Triumphantly the fiend returned to hell</div> +<div class="verse">And told his story. Satan said, "'Tis well!</div> +<div class="verse">Your aim was good, but foolish was the deed;</div> +<div class="verse">For blood of martyrs is the Church's seed."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Herder, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PROVIDENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We all acknowledge both thy power and love</div> +<div class="vind2">To be exact, transcendent, and divine;</div> +<div class="verse">Who dost so strongly and so sweetly move,</div> +<div class="vind2">While all things have their will, yet none but thine,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For either thy <i>command</i> or thy <i>permission</i></div> +<div class="vind2">Lay hands on all: they are thy right and left:</div> +<div class="verse">The first puts on with speed and expedition;</div> +<div class="vind2">The other curbs sin's stealing pace and theft.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nothing escapes them both; all must appear</div> +<div class="vind2">And be disposed and dressed and tuned by thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Who sweetly temperest all. If we could hear</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy skill and art what music would it be!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou art in small things great, nor small in any;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy even praise can neither rise nor fall.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art in all things one, in each thing many;</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou art infinite in one and all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE MYSTERIOUS WAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God moves in a mysterious way</div> +<div class="vind2">His wonders to perform;</div> +<div class="verse">He plants his footsteps in the sea</div> +<div class="vind2">And rides upon the storm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deep in unfathomable mines</div> +<div class="vind2">Of never-failing skill,</div> +<div class="verse">He treasures up his bright designs</div> +<div class="vind2">And works his sovereign will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take:</div> +<div class="vind2">The clouds ye so much dread</div> +<div class="verse">Are big with mercy, and shall break</div> +<div class="vind2">In blessings on your head.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,</div> +<div class="vind2">But trust him for his grace;</div> +<div class="verse">Behind a frowning providence</div> +<div class="vind2">He hides a smiling face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His purposes will ripen fast,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unfolding every hour;</div> +<div class="verse">The bud may have a bitter taste,</div> +<div class="vind2">But sweet will be the flower.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blind unbelief is sure to err,</div> +<div class="vind2">And scan his work in vain;</div> +<div class="verse">God is his own interpreter,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he will make it plain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">{204}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DISAPPOINTMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our yet unfinished story</div> +<div class="vind2">Is tending all to this:</div> +<div class="verse">To God the greatest glory,</div> +<div class="vind2">To us the greatest bliss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If all things work together</div> +<div class="vind2">For ends so grand and blest,</div> +<div class="verse">What need to wonder whether</div> +<div class="vind2">Each in itself is best!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If some things were omitted,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or altered as we would,</div> +<div class="verse">The whole might be unfitted</div> +<div class="vind2">To work for perfect good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our plans may be disjointed,</div> +<div class="vind2">But we may calmly rest;</div> +<div class="verse">What God has once appointed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is better than our best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We cannot see before us,</div> +<div class="vind2">But our all-seeing Friend</div> +<div class="verse">Is always watching o'er us,</div> +<div class="vind2">And knows the very end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though we seem to stumble?</div> +<div class="vind2">He will not let us fall;</div> +<div class="verse">And learning to be humble</div> +<div class="vind2">Is not lost time at all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though we fondly reckoned</div> +<div class="vind2">A smoother way to go</div> +<div class="verse">Than where his hand hath beckoned?</div> +<div class="vind2">It will be better so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What only seemed a barrier</div> +<div class="vind2">A stepping-stone shall be;</div> +<div class="verse">Our God is no long tarrier,</div> +<div class="vind2">A present help is he.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when amid our blindness</div> +<div class="vind2">His disappointments fall,</div> +<div class="verse">We trust his loving-kindness</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose wisdom sends them all;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The discord that involveth</div> +<div class="vind2">Some startling change of key,</div> +<div class="verse">The Master's hand revolveth</div> +<div class="vind2">In richest harmony.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then tremble not, and shrink not,</div> +<div class="vind2">When disappointment nears;</div> +<div class="verse">Be trustful still, and think not</div> +<div class="vind2">To realize all fears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">While we are meekly kneeling</div> +<div class="vind2">We shall behold her rise,</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father's love revealing,</div> +<div class="vind2">An angel in disguise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S CARE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not a brooklet floweth</div> +<div class="vind2">Onward to the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Not a sunbeam gloweth</div> +<div class="vind2">On its bosom free,</div> +<div class="verse">Not a seed unfoldeth</div> +<div class="vind2">To the glorious air,</div> +<div class="verse">But our Father holdeth</div> +<div class="vind2">It within his care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not a floweret fadeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not a star grows dim,</div> +<div class="verse">Not a cloud o'ershadeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">But 'tis marked by him.</div> +<div class="verse">Dream not that thy gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">God doth fail to see;</div> +<div class="verse">Think not in thy sadness</div> +<div class="vind2">He forgetteth thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not a tie is broken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not a hope laid low,</div> +<div class="verse">Not a farewell spoken,</div> +<div class="vind2">But our God doth know.</div> +<div class="verse">Every hair is numbered,</div> +<div class="vind2">Every tear is weighed</div> +<div class="verse">In the changeless balance</div> +<div class="vind2">Wisest Love has made.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Power eternal resteth</div> +<div class="vind2">In his changeless hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Love immortal hasteth</div> +<div class="vind2">Swift at his command,</div> +<div class="verse">Faith can firmly trust him</div> +<div class="vind2">In the darkest hour,</div> +<div class="verse">For the keys she holdeth</div> +<div class="vind2">To his love and power.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"I WILL ABIDE IN THINE HOUSE"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Among so many can he care?</div> +<div class="verse">Can special love be everywhere?</div> +<div class="verse">A myriad homes—a myriad ways—</div> +<div class="verse">And God's eye over every place?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse"><i>Over</i>; but <i>in</i>? The world is full;</div> +<div class="verse">A grand omnipotence must rule;</div> +<div class="verse">But is there life that doth abide</div> +<div class="verse">With mine own, loving, side by side?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So many, and so wide abroad;</div> +<div class="verse">Can any heart have all of God?</div> +<div class="verse">From the great spaces vague and dim,</div> +<div class="verse">May one small household gather him?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I asked; my soul bethought of this:</div> +<div class="verse">In just that very place of his</div> +<div class="verse">Where he hath put and keepeth you,</div> +<div class="verse">God hath no other thing to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Adeline Dutton Train Whitney.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">{205}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONSTANT CARE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How gentle God's commands!</div> +<div class="vind2">How kind his precepts are!</div> +<div class="verse">Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">And trust his constant care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beneath his watchful eye</div> +<div class="vind2">His saints securely dwell;</div> +<div class="verse">That hand which bears all nature up</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall guard his children well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should this anxious load</div> +<div class="vind2">Press down your weary mind?</div> +<div class="verse">Haste to your heavenly Father's throne</div> +<div class="vind2">And sweet refreshment find.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His goodness stands approved,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unchanged from day to day;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll drop my burden at his feet,</div> +<div class="vind2">And bear a song away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip Doddridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THOU KNOWEST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the sad heart that comes to thee for rest.</div> +<div class="verse">Cares of to-day and burdens for to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blessings implored, and sins to be confest,</div> +<div class="verse">I come before thee, at thy gracious word,</div> +<div class="verse">And lay them at thy feet. <i>Thou knowest, Lord!</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest all the past—how long and blindly</div> +<div class="vind2">On the dark mountains the lost wanderer strayed,</div> +<div class="verse">How the good Shepherd followed, and how kindly</div> +<div class="vind2">He bore it home upon his shoulders laid,</div> +<div class="verse">And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain,</div> +<div class="verse">And brought back life, and hope, and strength again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest all the present—each temptation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear;</div> +<div class="verse">All to myself assigned of tribulation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or to belovèd ones than self more dear!</div> +<div class="verse">All pensive memories, as I journey on,</div> +<div class="verse">Longings for sunshine and for music gone!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest all the future—gleams of gladness</div> +<div class="vind2">By stormy clouds too quickly overcast—</div> +<div class="verse">Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the dark river to be crossed at last:</div> +<div class="verse">Oh, what could confidence and hope afford</div> +<div class="verse">To tread this path, but this—<i>Thou knowest, Lord!</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest not alone as God—all-knowing—</div> +<div class="vind2">As <i>man</i> our mortal weakness thou hast proved</div> +<div class="verse">On earth; with purest sympathies o'erflowing,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Saviour, thou hast wept, and thou hast loved.</div> +<div class="verse">And love and sorrow still to thee may come</div> +<div class="verse">And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Therefore I come, thy gentle call obeying,</div> +<div class="vind2">And lay my sins and sorrows at thy feet;</div> +<div class="verse">On everlasting strength my weakness staying,</div> +<div class="vind2">Clothed in thy robe of righteousness complete.</div> +<div class="verse">Then rising, and refreshed, I leave thy throne,</div> +<div class="verse">And follow on to know as I am known!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A GREAT DIFFERENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Men lose their ships, the eager things</div> +<div class="vind2">To try their luck at sea,</div> +<div class="verse">But none can tell, by note or count,</div> +<div class="vind2">How many there may be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One turneth east, another south—</div> +<div class="vind2">They never come again,</div> +<div class="verse">And then we know they must have sunk,</div> +<div class="vind2">But neither how nor when.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God sends his happy birds abroad—</div> +<div class="vind2">"They're less than ships," say we;</div> +<div class="verse">No moment passes but he knows</div> +<div class="vind2">How many there should be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One buildeth high, another low,</div> +<div class="vind2">With just a bird's light care—</div> +<div class="verse">If only one, perchance, doth fall,</div> +<div class="vind2">God knoweth when and where.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">{206}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + + +<h4>HE CARETH FOR YOU</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I could only surely know</div> +<div class="verse">That all these things that tire me so</div> +<div class="vind2">Were noticed by my Lord.</div> +<div class="verse">The pang that cuts me like a knife,</div> +<div class="verse">The lesser pains of daily life,</div> +<div class="verse">The noise, the weariness, the strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">What peace it would afford!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wonder if he really shares</div> +<div class="verse">In all my little human cares,</div> +<div class="vind2">This mighty King of kings.</div> +<div class="verse">If he who guides each blazing star</div> +<div class="verse">Through realms of boundless space afar</div> +<div class="verse">Without confusion, sound or jar,</div> +<div class="vind2">Stoops to these petty things.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It seems to me, if sure of this,</div> +<div class="verse">Blent with each ill would come such bliss</div> +<div class="vind2">That I might covet pain,</div> +<div class="verse">And deem whatever brought to me</div> +<div class="verse">The loving thought of Deity,</div> +<div class="verse">And sense of Christ's sweet sympathy,</div> +<div class="vind2">No loss, but richest gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear Lord, my heart hath not a doubt</div> +<div class="verse">That thou dost compass me about</div> +<div class="vind2">With sympathy divine.</div> +<div class="verse">The love for me once crucified</div> +<div class="verse">Is not a love to leave my side,</div> +<div class="verse">But waiteth ever to divide</div> +<div class="vind2">Each smallest care of mine.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MOMENT BY MOMENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never a trial that He is not there;</div> +<div class="verse">Never a burden that He doth not bear;</div> +<div class="verse">Never a sorrow that He doth not share.</div> +<div class="verse">Moment by moment I'm under his care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never a heartache, and never a groan,</div> +<div class="verse">Never a tear-drop, and never a moan,</div> +<div class="verse">Never a danger but there, on the throne,</div> +<div class="verse">Moment by moment, He thinks of his own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never a weakness that He doth not feel;</div> +<div class="verse">Never a sickness that He cannot heal.</div> +<div class="verse">Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Daniel W. Whittle.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's a divinity that shapes our ends</div> +<div class="verse">Rough-hew them how we will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVENING HYMN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is the evening hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thankfully,</div> +<div class="verse">Father, thy weary child</div> +<div class="vind2">Has come to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I lean my aching head</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon thy breast,</div> +<div class="verse">And there, and only there,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am at rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou knowest all my life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each petty sin,</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing is hid from thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Without, within.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All that I have or am</div> +<div class="vind2">Is wholly thine,</div> +<div class="verse">So is my soul at peace,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou art mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To-morrow's dawn may find</div> +<div class="vind2">Me here, or there;</div> +<div class="verse">It matters little, since thy love</div> +<div class="vind2">Is everywhere!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BELIEVER'S HERITAGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No care can come where God doth guard;</div> +<div class="vind2">No ill befall whom he doth keep;</div> +<div class="verse">In safety hid, of trouble rid,</div> +<div class="vind2">I lay me down in peace and sleep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I wholly love thy holy name;</div> +<div class="vind2">I hail with glee thy glorious will;</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er I go, 'tis joy to know</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou, my King, art near me still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy power immense, consummate, grand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy wisdom, known to thee alone,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy perfect love, all thought above,</div> +<div class="vind2">Make me a sharer in thy throne.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee abiding none can fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor lack, of every good possessed;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy grace avails, whate'er assails,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I in thee am fully blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then leap, my heart, exultant, strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cast every doubt and weight away;</div> +<div class="verse">Give thanks and praise to God always,</div> +<div class="vind2">For he will guide to perfect day!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">{207}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"HE CARETH FOR THEE"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What can it mean? Is it aught to him</div> +<div class="verse">That the nights are long and the days are dim?</div> +<div class="verse">Can he be touched by griefs I bear</div> +<div class="verse">Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair?</div> +<div class="verse">Around his throne are eternal calms,</div> +<div class="verse">And strong, glad music of happy psalms,</div> +<div class="verse">And bliss unruffled by any strife.</div> +<div class="verse">How can he care for my poor life?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And yet I want him to care for me</div> +<div class="verse">While I live in this world where the sorrows be;</div> +<div class="verse">When the lights die down on the path I take,</div> +<div class="verse">When strength is feeble, and friends forsake,</div> +<div class="verse">When love and music, that once did bless,</div> +<div class="verse">Have left me to silence and loneliness,</div> +<div class="verse">And life's song changes to sobbing prayers—</div> +<div class="verse">Then my heart cries out for God who cares.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When shadows hang o'er me the whole day long,</div> +<div class="verse">And my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong;</div> +<div class="verse">When I am not good, and the deeper shade</div> +<div class="verse">Of conscious sin makes my heart afraid;</div> +<div class="verse">And the busy world has too much to do</div> +<div class="verse">To stay in its course to help me through,</div> +<div class="verse">And I long for a Saviour—can it be</div> +<div class="verse">That the God of the Universe cares for me?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, wonderful story of deathless love!</div> +<div class="verse">Each child is dear to that heart above;</div> +<div class="verse">He fights for me when I cannot fight;</div> +<div class="verse">He comforts me in the gloom of night;</div> +<div class="verse">He lifts the burden, for he is strong;</div> +<div class="verse">He stills the sigh and awakes the song;</div> +<div class="verse">The sorrow that bowed me down he bears,</div> +<div class="verse">And loves and pardons because he cares.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let all who are sad take heart again;</div> +<div class="verse">We are not alone in hours of pain;</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father stoops from his throne above</div> +<div class="verse">To soothe and quiet us with his love.</div> +<div class="verse">He leaves us not when the storm is high,</div> +<div class="verse">And we have safety, for he is nigh.</div> +<div class="verse">Can it be trouble which he doth share?</div> +<div class="verse">O rest in peace, for the Lord does care.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou who art touched with feeling of our woes,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let me on thee my heavy burden cast!</div> +<div class="verse">My aching, anguished heart on thee repose.</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaving with thee the sad mysterious past;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me submissive bow and kiss the rod;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me "be still, and know that thou art God."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should my harassed agitated mind</div> +<div class="vind2">Go round and round this terrible event?</div> +<div class="verse">Striving in vain some brighter side to find,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some cause why all this anguish has been sent?</div> +<div class="verse">Do I indeed that sacred truth believe—</div> +<div class="verse">Thou dost not willingly afflict and grieve?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My lovely gourd is withered in an hour!</div> +<div class="vind2">I droop, I faint beneath the scorching sun;</div> +<div class="verse">My Shepherd, lead me to some sheltering bower;</div> +<div class="vind2">There where thy little flock "lie down at noon";</div> +<div class="verse">Though of my dearest earthly joy bereft</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art my portion still; thou, thou, my God, art left.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Elliott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Says God: "Who comes towards me an inch through doubtings dim,</div> +<div class="verse">In blazing light I do approach a yard towards him."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oriental, tr. by William Rounseville Alger.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The light of love is round His feet,</div> +<div class="vind2">His paths are never dim;</div> +<div class="verse">And He comes nigh to us, when we</div> +<div class="vind2">Dare not come nigh to Him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in our waking hours alone</div> +<div class="verse">His constancy and care are known,</div> +<div class="verse">But locked in slumber fast and deep</div> +<div class="verse">He giveth to us while we sleep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick Lucian Hosmer.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">{208}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS CARE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God holds the key of all unknown,</div> +<div class="vind6">And I am glad.</div> +<div class="verse">If other hands should hold the key,</div> +<div class="verse">Or if he trusted it to me,</div> +<div class="vind6">I might be sad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What if to-morrow's cares were here</div> +<div class="vind6">Without its rest?</div> +<div class="verse">I'd rather he unlock the day,</div> +<div class="verse">And as the hours swing open say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be best."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The very dimness of my sight</div> +<div class="vind6">Makes me secure;</div> +<div class="verse">For groping in my misty way,</div> +<div class="verse">I feel his hand; I hear him say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"My help is sure."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot read his future plan,</div> +<div class="vind6">But this I know:</div> +<div class="verse">I have the smiling of his face,</div> +<div class="verse">And all the refuge of his grace,</div> +<div class="vind6">While here below.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Enough; this covers all my want,</div> +<div class="vind6">And so I rest;</div> +<div class="verse">For what I cannot he can see,</div> +<div class="verse">And in his care I sure shall be</div> +<div class="vind6">Forever blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Parker.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forever, from the hand that takes</div> +<div class="vind2">One blessing from us, others fall;</div> +<div class="verse">And soon or late our Father makes</div> +<div class="vind2">His perfect recompense to all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Nothing pays but God,</div> +<div class="verse">Served—in work obscure done honestly,</div> +<div class="verse">Or vote for truth unpopular, or faith maintained</div> +<div class="verse">To ruinous convictions.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He did God's will, to him all one,</div> +<div class="verse">If on the earth or in the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">I am</div> +<div class="verse">Part of that Power, not understood,</div> +<div class="verse">Which always wills the bad</div> +<div class="verse">And always works the good.</div> +<div class="verse">(Mephistopheles, in Faust.)</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have no answer, for myself or thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Save that I learned beside my mother's knee:</div> +<div class="verse">"All is of God that is, and is to be;</div> +<div class="verse">And God is good." Let this suffice us still,</div> +<div class="verse">Resting in childlike trust upon his will</div> +<div class="verse">Who moves to his great ends unthwarted by the ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knows, he loves, he cares,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing his truth can dim;</div> +<div class="verse">He gives his very best to those</div> +<div class="vind2">Who leave the choice to him.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">No help! nay, it is not so!</div> +<div class="verse">Though human help be far, thy God is nigh.</div> +<div class="verse">Who feeds the ravens hears his children's cry;</div> +<div class="verse">He's near thee wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam,</div> +<div class="verse">And he will guide thee, light thee, help thee home.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God sees me though I see him not;</div> +<div class="verse">I know I shall not be forgot;</div> +<div class="verse">For though I be the smallest dot,</div> +<div class="verse">It is his mercy shapes my lot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Scandinavian, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to answer still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er my lot may be,</div> +<div class="verse">To all thou sendest me, of good or ill,</div> +<div class="verse">"All goeth as God will."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dance, O my soul! 'tis God doth play;</div> +<div class="verse">His will makes music all the day;</div> +<div class="verse">That song which rings the world around</div> +<div class="verse">This heart of mine shall ever sound.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Let one more attest:</div> +<div class="verse">I have seen God's hand through a life time,</div> +<div class="verse">And all was for best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">{209}</a></span></p> + +<h2>GOD'S WILL</h2> + +<h3>OBEDIENCE, DIVINE UNION</h3> + + +<h4>THE WILL OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I worship thee, sweet will of God!</div> +<div class="vind2">And all thy ways adore.</div> +<div class="verse">And every day I live I seem</div> +<div class="vind2">To love thee more and more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou wert the end, the blessed rule</div> +<div class="vind2">Of our Saviour's toils and tears;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wert the passion of his heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Those three and thirty years.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he hath breathed into my soul</div> +<div class="vind2">A special love of thee,</div> +<div class="verse">A love to lose my will in his,</div> +<div class="vind2">And by that loss be free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love to kiss each print where thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast set thine unseen feet;</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot fear thee, blessed will!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine empire is so sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When obstacles and trials seem</div> +<div class="vind2">Like prison walls to be,</div> +<div class="verse">I do the little I can do,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave the rest to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know not what it is to doubt;</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart is ever gay;</div> +<div class="verse">I run no risk, for come what will</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou always hast thy way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have no cares, O blessed will!</div> +<div class="vind2">For all my cares are thine;</div> +<div class="verse">I live in triumph, Lord, for thou</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast made thy triumphs mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when it seems no chance or change</div> +<div class="vind2">From grief can set me free,</div> +<div class="verse">Hope finds its strength in helplessness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And gayly waits on thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man's weakness waiting upon God</div> +<div class="vind2">Its end can never miss,</div> +<div class="verse">For man on earth no work can do</div> +<div class="vind2">More angel-like than this.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ride on, ride on triumphantly,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou glorious Will! ride on;</div> +<div class="verse">Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take</div> +<div class="vind2">The road that thou hast gone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He always wins who sides with God,</div> +<div class="vind2">To him no chance is lost;</div> +<div class="verse">God's will is sweetest to him when</div> +<div class="vind2">It triumphs at his cost.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ill that he blesses is our good,</div> +<div class="vind2">And unblest good is ill;</div> +<div class="verse">And all is right that seems most wrong</div> +<div class="vind2">If it be his sweet will!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE WILL DIVINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy will, O God, is joy to me,</div> +<div class="vind2">A gladsome thing;</div> +<div class="verse">For in it naught but love I see,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er it bring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No bed of pain, no rack of woe—</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will is good;</div> +<div class="verse">A glory wheresoe'er I go,</div> +<div class="vind2">My daily food.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Within the circle of thy will</div> +<div class="vind2">All things abide;</div> +<div class="verse">So I, exulting, find no ill</div> +<div class="vind2">Where thou dost guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In that resplendent will of thine</div> +<div class="vind2">I calmly rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Triumphantly I make it mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">And count it best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To doubt and gloom and care and fear</div> +<div class="vind2">I yield no jot;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy choice I choose, with soul sincere,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thrice happy lot!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In all the small events that fall</div> +<div class="vind2">From day to day</div> +<div class="verse">I mark thy hand, I hear thy call,</div> +<div class="vind2">And swift obey.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I walk by faith, not sense or sight;</div> +<div class="vind2">Calm faith in thee;</div> +<div class="verse">My peace endures, my way is bright,</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart is free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unfaltering trust, complete content,</div> +<div class="vind2">The days ensphere,</div> +<div class="verse">Each meal becomes a sacrament,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heaven is here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">{210}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TREE GOD PLANTS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wind that blows can never kill</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God plants;</div> +<div class="verse">It bloweth east, it bloweth west,</div> +<div class="verse">The tender leaves have little rest,</div> +<div class="verse">But any wind that blows is best;</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God plants</div> +<div class="verse">Strikes deeper root, grows higher still,</div> +<div class="verse">Spreads wider boughs, for God's good will</div> +<div class="vind6">Meets all its wants.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no frost hath power to blight</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God shields;</div> +<div class="verse">The roots are warm beneath soft snows,</div> +<div class="verse">And when Spring comes it surely knows,</div> +<div class="verse">And every bud to blossom grows.</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God shields</div> +<div class="verse">Grows on apace by day and night,</div> +<div class="verse">Till sweet to taste and fair to sight</div> +<div class="vind6">Its fruit it yields.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no storm hath power to blast</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God knows;</div> +<div class="verse">No thunderbolt, nor beating rain,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor lightning flash, nor hurricane—</div> +<div class="verse">When they are spent it doth remain.</div> +<div class="vind6">The tree God knows</div> +<div class="verse">Through every tempest standeth fast,</div> +<div class="verse">And from its first day to its last</div> +<div class="vind6">Still fairer grows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If in the soul's still garden-place</div> +<div class="vind6">A seed God sows—</div> +<div class="verse">A little seed—it soon will grow,</div> +<div class="verse">And far and near all men will know</div> +<div class="verse">For heavenly lands he bids it blow.</div> +<div class="vind6">A seed God sows,</div> +<div class="verse">And up it springs by day and night;</div> +<div class="verse">Through life, through death, it groweth right;</div> +<div class="vind6">Forever grows.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Lillian E. Barr.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take thine own way with me, dear Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou canst not otherwise than bless.</div> +<div class="verse">I launch me forth upon a sea</div> +<div class="vind2">Of boundless love and tenderness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I could not choose a larger bliss</div> +<div class="vind2">Than to be wholly thine; and mine</div> +<div class="verse">A will whose highest joy is this,</div> +<div class="vind2">To ceaselessly unclasp in thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I will not fear thee, O my God!</div> +<div class="vind2">The days to come can only bring</div> +<div class="verse">Their perfect sequences of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy larger, deeper comforting.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Within the shadow of this love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Loss doth transmute itself to gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Faith veils earth's sorrow in its light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And straightway lives above her pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are not losers thus; we share</div> +<div class="vind2">The perfect gladness of the Son,</div> +<div class="verse">Not conquered—for, behold, we reign;</div> +<div class="vind2">Conquered and Conqueror are one.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy wonderful, grand will, my God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Triumphantly I make it mine;</div> +<div class="verse">And faith shall breathe her glad "Amen"</div> +<div class="vind2">To every dear command of thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beneath the splendor of thy choice,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy perfect choice for me, I rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Outside it now I dare not live,</div> +<div class="vind2">Within it I must needs be blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Meanwhile my spirit anchors calm</div> +<div class="vind2">In grander regions still than this;</div> +<div class="verse">The fair, far-shining latitudes</div> +<div class="vind2">Of that yet unexplorèd bliss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then may thy perfect glorious will</div> +<div class="vind2">Be evermore fulfilled in me,</div> +<div class="verse">And make my life an answering chord</div> +<div class="vind2">Of glad, responsive harmony.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh! it is life indeed to live</div> +<div class="vind2">Within this kingdom strangely sweet;</div> +<div class="verse">And yet we fear to enter in,</div> +<div class="vind2">And linger with unwilling feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We fear this wondrous will of thine</div> +<div class="vind2">Because we have not reached thy heart.</div> +<div class="verse">Not venturing our all on thee</div> +<div class="vind2">We may not know how good thou art.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jean Sophia Pigott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deep at the heart of all our pain,</div> +<div class="verse">In loss as surely as in gain,</div> +<div class="vind2">His love abideth still.</div> +<div class="verse">Let come what will my heart shall stand</div> +<div class="verse">On this firm rock at his right hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Father, it is thy will."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John White Chadwick.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">{211}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CARPENTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord! at Joseph's humble bench</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy hands did handle saw and plane,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,</div> +<div class="vind2">Avoiding knot, and humoring grain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That thou didst seem thou <i>wast</i> indeed,</div> +<div class="vind2">In sport thy tools thou didst not use,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor, helping hind's or fisher's need,</div> +<div class="vind2">The laborer's <i>hire</i> too nice refuse.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord! might I be but as a saw,</div> +<div class="vind2">A plane, a chisel in thy hand!</div> +<div class="verse">No, Lord! I take it back in awe,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such prayer for me is far too grand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pray, O Master! let me lie,</div> +<div class="vind2">As on thy bench the favored wood;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy saw, thy plane, thy chisel ply,</div> +<div class="vind2">And work me into something good.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No! no! Ambition holy, high,</div> +<div class="vind2">Urges for more than both to pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Come in, O gracious force, I cry,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Workman! share my shed of clay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then I at bench, or desk, or oar,</div> +<div class="vind2">With last, or needle, net, or pen,</div> +<div class="verse">As thou in Nazareth of yore,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall do the Father's will again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DIVINE MAJESTY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Lord our God is clothed with might,</div> +<div class="vind2">The winds obey his will;</div> +<div class="verse">He speaks, and in his heavenly height</div> +<div class="vind2">The rolling sun stands still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land</div> +<div class="vind2">With threatening aspect roar;</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord uplifts his awful hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">And chains you to the shore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ye winds of night, your force combine;</div> +<div class="vind2">Without his high behest,</div> +<div class="verse">Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disturb the sparrow's nest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His voice sublime is heard afar;</div> +<div class="vind2">In distant peals it dies;</div> +<div class="verse">He yokes the whirlwind to his car</div> +<div class="vind2">And sweeps the howling skies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ye sons of earth, in reverence bend;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ye nations, wait his nod;</div> +<div class="verse">And bid the choral song ascend</div> +<div class="vind2">To celebrate our God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—H. Kirke White.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THOU SWEET, BELOVED WILL OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou sweet, beloved will of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">My anchor ground, my fortress hill,</div> +<div class="verse">My spirit's silent, fair abode,</div> +<div class="vind2">In thee I hide me and am still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Will, that willest good alone,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead thou the way, thou guidest best;</div> +<div class="verse">A little child, I follow on,</div> +<div class="vind2">And, trusting, lean upon thy breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Holds fast in its sublime embrace</div> +<div class="verse">My captive will, a gladsome bird,</div> +<div class="vind2">Prisoned in such a realm of grace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Within this place of certain good</div> +<div class="vind2">Love evermore expands her wings,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, nestling in thy perfect choice,</div> +<div class="vind2">Abides content with what it brings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh lightest burden, sweetest yoke!</div> +<div class="vind2">It lifts, it bears my happy soul,</div> +<div class="verse">It giveth wings to this poor heart;</div> +<div class="vind2">My freedom is thy grand control.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Upon God's will I lay me down,</div> +<div class="vind2">As child upon its mother's breast;</div> +<div class="verse">No silken couch, nor softest bed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Could ever give me such deep rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy wonderful grand will, my God,</div> +<div class="vind2">With triumph now I make it mine;</div> +<div class="verse">And faith shall cry a joyous Yes!</div> +<div class="vind2">To every dear command of thine.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AS IT WAS TO BE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare!</div> +<div class="verse">The spray of the tempest is white in air;</div> +<div class="verse">The winds are out with the waves at play,</div> +<div class="verse">And I shall not tempt the sea to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The trail is narrow, the wood is dim,</div> +<div class="verse">The panther clings to the arching limb;</div> +<div class="verse">And the lion's whelps are abroad at play,</div> +<div class="verse">And I shall not join in the chase to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But the ship sailed safely over the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">And the hunters came from the chase in glee;</div> +<div class="verse">And the town that was builded upon a rock</div> +<div class="verse">Was swallowed up in the earthquake's shock.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Bret Harte.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">{212}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>USEFUL ACCORDING TO GOD'S WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let me not die before I've done for thee</div> +<div class="verse">My earthly work, whatever it may be;</div> +<div class="verse">Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me not leave my space of ground untilled;</div> +<div class="verse">Impress this truth upon me, that not one</div> +<div class="verse">Can do my portion that I leave undone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then give me strength all faithfully to toil,</div> +<div class="verse">Converting barren earth to fruitful soil.</div> +<div class="verse">I long to be an instrument of thine</div> +<div class="verse">For gathering worshipers into thy shrine:</div> +<div class="verse">To be the means one human soul to save</div> +<div class="verse">From the dark terrors of a hopeless grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet most I want a spirit of content</div> +<div class="verse">To work where'er thou'lt wish my labor spent,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether at home or in a stranger's clime,</div> +<div class="verse">In days of joy or sorrow's sterner time;</div> +<div class="verse">I want a spirit passive to be still,</div> +<div class="verse">And by thy power to do thy holy will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when the prayer unto my lips doth rise,</div> +<div class="verse">"Before a new home doth my soul surprise,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me accomplish <i>some great work</i> for thee,"</div> +<div class="verse">Subdue it, Lord; let my petition be,</div> +<div class="verse">"O make me useful in this world of thine,</div> +<div class="verse">In ways according to thy will, not mine."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AS THOU WILT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">O may thy will be mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Into thy hand of love</div> +<div class="vind2">I would my all resign.</div> +<div class="verse">Through sorrow or through joy</div> +<div class="vind2">Conduct me as thine own,</div> +<div class="verse">And help me still to say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"My Lord, thy will be done."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">If needy here, and poor,</div> +<div class="verse">Give me thy people's bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their portion rich and sure.</div> +<div class="verse">The manna of thy word</div> +<div class="vind2">Let my soul feed upon;</div> +<div class="verse">And if all else should fail—</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, thy will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">If among thorns I go,</div> +<div class="verse">Still sometimes here and there</div> +<div class="vind2">Let a few roses blow.</div> +<div class="verse">But thou on earth along</div> +<div class="vind2">The thorny path hast gone;</div> +<div class="verse">Then lead me after thee.</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">Though seen through many a tear,</div> +<div class="verse">Let not my star of hope</div> +<div class="vind2">Grow dim or disappear.</div> +<div class="verse">Since thou on earth hast wept</div> +<div class="vind2">And sorrowed oft alone,</div> +<div class="verse">If I must weep with thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, thy will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">If loved ones must depart</div> +<div class="verse">Suffer not sorrow's flood</div> +<div class="vind2">To overwhelm my heart.</div> +<div class="verse">For they are blest with thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their race and conflict won;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me but follow them.</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">When death itself draws nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">To thy dear wounded side</div> +<div class="vind2">I would for refuge fly.</div> +<div class="verse">Leaning on thee, to go</div> +<div class="vind2">Where thou before hast gone;</div> +<div class="verse">The rest as thou shalt please.</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Jesus, as thou wilt:</div> +<div class="vind2">All shall be well for me;</div> +<div class="verse">Each changing future scene</div> +<div class="vind2">I gladly trust with thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Straight to my home above,</div> +<div class="vind2">I travel calmly on,</div> +<div class="verse">And sing in life or death,</div> +<div class="vind2">"My Lord, thy will be done."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Benjamin Schmolke, tr. by J. Borthwick.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GREAT AND SMALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no great nor small in Nature's plan,</div> +<div class="verse">Bulk is but fancy in the mind of man;</div> +<div class="verse">A raindrop is as wondrous as a star,</div> +<div class="verse">Near is not nearest, farthest is not far;</div> +<div class="verse">And suns and planets in the vast serene</div> +<div class="verse">Are lost as midges in the summer sheen,</div> +<div class="verse">Born in their season; and we live and die</div> +<div class="verse">Creatures of Time, lost in Eternity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">{213}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S WILL BE DONE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, my Father, while I stray</div> +<div class="verse">Far from my home, on life's rough way,</div> +<div class="verse">O teach me from my heart to say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though dark my path, and sad my lot,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me "be still," and murmur not;</div> +<div class="verse">O breathe the prayer divinely taught,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though in lonely grief I sigh</div> +<div class="verse">For friends beloved, no longer nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">Submissive still would I reply</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though thou hast called me to resign</div> +<div class="verse">What most I prized, it ne'er was mine;</div> +<div class="verse">I have but yielded what was thine;</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Should grief or sickness waste away</div> +<div class="verse">My life in premature decay;</div> +<div class="verse">My Father! still I strive to say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let but my fainting heart be blest</div> +<div class="verse">With thy sweet Spirit for its guest;</div> +<div class="verse">My God! to thee I leave the rest:</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Renew my will from day to day!</div> +<div class="verse">Blend it with thine; and take away</div> +<div class="verse">All that now makes it hard to say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, when on earth I breathe no more</div> +<div class="verse">The prayer oft mixed with tears before,</div> +<div class="verse">I'll sing upon a happier shore:</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charlotte Elliott.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TWO ANGELS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All is of God! If he but wave his hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">The mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud,</div> +<div class="verse">Till, with a smile of light on sea and land,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lo! he looks back from the departing cloud.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Angels of Life and Death alike are his;</div> +<div class="vind2">Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er;</div> +<div class="verse">Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,</div> +<div class="vind2">Against his messengers to shut the door?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AMEN!</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I cannot say,</div> +<div class="verse">Beneath the pressure of life's cares to-day,</div> +<div class="vind6">I joy in these;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can say</div> +<div class="verse">That I had rather walk this rugged way,</div> +<div class="vind6">If <i>Him</i> it please.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I cannot feel</div> +<div class="verse">That all is well when darkening clouds conceal</div> +<div class="vind6">The shining sun;</div> +<div class="vind6">But then I know</div> +<div class="verse">God lives and loves, and say, since it is so,</div> +<div class="vind6"><i>Thy will be done</i>.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I cannot speak</div> +<div class="verse">In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek</div> +<div class="vind6">Show I am sad:</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can speak</div> +<div class="verse">Of <i>grace</i> to suffer with submission meek</div> +<div class="vind6">Until made glad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I do not see</div> +<div class="verse">Why God should e'en permit some things to be,</div> +<div class="vind6">When <i>He is love</i>;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I can see,</div> +<div class="verse">Though often dimly, through the mystery</div> +<div class="vind6">His hand above!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I do not know</div> +<div class="verse">Where falls the seed that I have tried to sow</div> +<div class="vind6">With greatest care;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I <i>shall know</i></div> +<div class="verse">The meaning of each waiting hour below</div> +<div class="vind6"><i>Sometime, somewhere</i>!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I do not look</div> +<div class="verse">Upon the present, nor in Nature's book,</div> +<div class="vind6">To read my fate;</div> +<div class="vind6">But I <i>do look</i></div> +<div class="verse">For <i>promised blessings</i> in God's holy Book;</div> +<div class="vind6">And <i>I can wait</i>.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I may not try</div> +<div class="verse">To keep the hot tears back—but hush that sigh,</div> +<div class="vind6">"It might have been";</div> +<div class="vind6">And try to still</div> +<div class="verse">Each rising murmur, and to <i>God's sweet will</i></div> +<div class="vind6">Respond "<i>Amen!</i>"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Miss Ophelia G. Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">{214}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AS HE WILLS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,</div> +<div class="verse">Alike they're needful for the flower;</div> +<div class="verse">And joys and tears alike are sent</div> +<div class="verse">To give the soul fit nourishment.</div> +<div class="verse">As comes to me or cloud or sun,</div> +<div class="verse">Father! thy will, not mine, be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Can loving children e'er reprove,</div> +<div class="verse">With murmurs, whom they trust and love?</div> +<div class="verse">Creator! I would ever be</div> +<div class="verse">A trusting, loving child to thee:</div> +<div class="verse">As comes to me or cloud or sun,</div> +<div class="verse">Father! thy will, not mine, be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O ne'er will I at life repine—</div> +<div class="verse">Enough that thou hast made it mine;</div> +<div class="verse">When falls the shadow cold of death</div> +<div class="verse">I yet will sing with parting breath,</div> +<div class="verse">As comes to me or cloud or sun,</div> +<div class="verse">Father! thy will, not mine, be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Flower Adams.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ACCORDING TO THY WILL</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I were told that I must die to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind6">That the next sun</div> +<div class="verse">Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow</div> +<div class="vind6">For any one,</div> +<div class="verse">All the fight fought, all the short journey through,</div> +<div class="vind6">What should I do?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not think that I should shrink or falter,</div> +<div class="vind6">But just go on</div> +<div class="verse">Doing my work, nor change nor seek to alter</div> +<div class="vind6">Aught that is gone;</div> +<div class="verse">But rise, and move, and love, and smile, and pray</div> +<div class="vind6">For one more day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And lying down at night, for a last sleeping,</div> +<div class="vind6">Say in that ear</div> +<div class="verse">Which harkens ever, "Lord, within thy keeping,</div> +<div class="vind6">How should I fear?</div> +<div class="verse">And when to-morrow brings thee nearer still,</div> +<div class="vind6">Do thou thy will."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, tender,</div> +<div class="vind6">My soul would lie</div> +<div class="verse">All night long; and when the morning splendor</div> +<div class="vind6">Flashed o'er the sky,</div> +<div class="verse">I think that I could smile—could calmly say,</div> +<div class="vind6">"It is his day."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder</div> +<div class="vind6">Held out a scroll</div> +<div class="verse">On which my life was writ, and I with wonder</div> +<div class="vind6">Beheld unroll</div> +<div class="verse">To a long century's end its mystic clew—</div> +<div class="vind6">What should I do?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What could I do, O blessed Guide and Master!</div> +<div class="vind6">Other than this,</div> +<div class="verse">Still to go on as now, not slower, faster,</div> +<div class="vind6">Nor fear to miss</div> +<div class="verse">The road, although so very long it be,</div> +<div class="vind6">While led by thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Step by step, feeling thee close beside me,</div> +<div class="vind6">Although unseen;</div> +<div class="verse">Through thorns, through flowers, whether the tempest hide thee</div> +<div class="vind6">Or heavens serene,</div> +<div class="verse">Assured thy faithfulness cannot betray,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy love decay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I may not know, my God; no hand revealeth</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy counsels wise;</div> +<div class="verse">Along the path no deepening shadow stealeth;</div> +<div class="vind6">No voice replies</div> +<div class="verse">To all my questioning thought the time to tell,</div> +<div class="vind6">And it is well.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will always;</div> +<div class="verse">Through a long century's ripe fruition</div> +<div class="vind6">Or a short day's;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou canst not come too soon; and I can wait</div> +<div class="vind6">If thou come late!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's in his heaven,</div> +<div class="verse">All's right with the world.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">{215}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT PLEASETH GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What pleaseth God with joy receive;</div> +<div class="verse">Though storm-winds rage and billows heave</div> +<div class="verse">And earth's foundations all be rent,</div> +<div class="verse">Be comforted; to thee is sent</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's will is best; to this resigned,</div> +<div class="verse">How sweetly rests the weary mind!</div> +<div class="verse">Seek, then, this blessed conformity,</div> +<div class="verse">Desiring but to do and be</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's thoughts are wisest; human schemes</div> +<div class="verse">Are vain delusions, idle dreams;</div> +<div class="verse">Our purposes are frail and weak;</div> +<div class="verse">With earthly mind we seldom seek</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God is the holiest; and his ways</div> +<div class="verse">Are full of kindness, truth, and grace;</div> +<div class="verse">His blessing crowns our earnest prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">While worldlings scorn, and little care</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's is the truest heart; his love</div> +<div class="verse">Nor time, nor life, nor death, can move;</div> +<div class="verse">To those his mercies daily flow,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose chief concern it is to know</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Omnipotent he reigns on high</div> +<div class="verse">And watcheth o'er thy destiny;</div> +<div class="verse">While sea, and earth, and air produce</div> +<div class="verse">For daily pleasure, daily use,</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He loves his sheep, and when they stray</div> +<div class="verse">He leads them back to wisdom's way;</div> +<div class="verse">Their faithless, wandering hearts to turn,</div> +<div class="verse">Gently chastising, till they learn</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knows our every need, and grants</div> +<div class="verse">A rich supply to all our wants;</div> +<div class="verse">No good withholds from those whose mind</div> +<div class="verse">Is bent with earnest zeal to find</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then let the world, with stubborn will,</div> +<div class="verse">Its earthborn pleasures follow still;</div> +<div class="verse">Be this, my soul, thy constant aim,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy riches, honor, glory, fame,</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Should care and grief thy portion be,</div> +<div class="verse">To thy strong refuge ever flee;</div> +<div class="verse">For all his creatures but perform,</div> +<div class="verse">In peace and tumult, calm and storm,</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Faith lays her hand on God's rich grace,</div> +<div class="verse">And hope gives patience for the race;</div> +<div class="verse">These virtues in thy heart enshrined,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy portion thou wilt surely find,</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In heaven thy glorious portion is;</div> +<div class="verse">There is thy throne, thy crown, thy bliss;</div> +<div class="verse">There shalt thou taste, and hear, and see,</div> +<div class="verse">There shalt thou ever do and be,</div> +<div class="vind6">What pleaseth God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Gerhardt.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"THE SPLENDOR OF GOD'S WILL"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O words of golden music</div> +<div class="vind2">Caught from the harps on high,</div> +<div class="verse">Which find a glorious anthem</div> +<div class="vind2">Where we have found a sigh,</div> +<div class="verse">And peal their grandest praises</div> +<div class="vind2">Just where ours faint and die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O words of holy radiance</div> +<div class="vind2">Shining on every tear</div> +<div class="verse">Till it becomes a rainbow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Reflecting, bright and clear,</div> +<div class="verse">Our Father's love and glory</div> +<div class="vind2">So wonderful, so dear!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O words of sparkling power,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of insight full and deep!</div> +<div class="verse">Shall they not enter other hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">In a grand and gladsome sweep,</div> +<div class="verse">And lift the lives to songs of joy</div> +<div class="vind2">That only droop and weep?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And O, it is a splendor,</div> +<div class="vind2">A glow of majesty,</div> +<div class="verse">A mystery of beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we will only see;</div> +<div class="verse">A very cloud of glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Enfolding you and me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A splendor that is lighted</div> +<div class="vind2">At one transcendent flame,</div> +<div class="verse">The wondrous love, the perfect love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our Father's sweetest name;</div> +<div class="verse">For his very name and essence</div> +<div class="vind2">And his will are all the same.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frances Ridley Havergal.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">{216}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT BY CHANCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No chance has brought this ill to me;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis God's sweet will, so let it be;</div> +<div class="verse">He seeth what I cannot see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a need-be for each pain,</div> +<div class="verse">And he will make it one day plain</div> +<div class="verse">That earthly loss is heavenly gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like as a piece of tapestry,</div> +<div class="verse">Viewed from the back, appears to be</div> +<div class="verse">Naught but threads tangled hopelessly,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But in the front a picture fair</div> +<div class="verse">Rewards the worker for his care,</div> +<div class="verse">Proving his skill and patience rare.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou art the workman, I the frame;</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, for the glory of thy name,</div> +<div class="verse">Perfect thine image on the same!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUBMISSION TO GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er God wills let that be done;</div> +<div class="vind2">His will is ever wisest;</div> +<div class="verse">His grace will all thy hope outrun</div> +<div class="vind2">Who to that faith arisest.</div> +<div class="vind4">The gracious Lord</div> +<div class="vind4">Will help afford;</div> +<div class="vind2">He chastens with forbearing;</div> +<div class="vind4">Who God believes,</div> +<div class="vind4">And to him cleaves,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall not be left despairing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God is my sure confidence,</div> +<div class="vind2">My light, and my existence;</div> +<div class="verse">His counsel is beyond my sense,</div> +<div class="vind2">But stirs no weak resistance;</div> +<div class="vind4">His word declares</div> +<div class="vind4">The very hairs</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon my head are numbered;</div> +<div class="vind4">His mercy large</div> +<div class="vind4">Holds me in charge</div> +<div class="vind2">With care that never slumbered.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There comes a day when at his will</div> +<div class="vind2">The pulse of nature ceases.</div> +<div class="verse">I think upon it, and am still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let come whate'er he pleases.</div> +<div class="vind4">To him I trust</div> +<div class="vind4">My soul, my dust,</div> +<div class="vind2">When flesh and spirit sever;</div> +<div class="vind4">The Christ we sing</div> +<div class="vind4">Has plucked the sting</div> +<div class="vind2">Away from death forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Albert of Brandenburg, 1586.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY WILL BE DONE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We see not, know not; all our way</div> +<div class="verse">Is night; with thee alone is day.</div> +<div class="verse">From out the torrent's troubled drift,</div> +<div class="verse">Above the storm our prayers we lift:</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The flesh may fail, the heart may faint.</div> +<div class="verse">But who are we to make complaint</div> +<div class="verse">Or dare to plead, in times like these,</div> +<div class="verse">The weakness of our love of ease?</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We take, with solemn thankfulness,</div> +<div class="verse">Our burden up, nor ask it less,</div> +<div class="verse">And count it joy that even we</div> +<div class="verse">May suffer, serve, or wait for thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">Whose will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though dim as yet in tint and line,</div> +<div class="verse">We trace thy picture's wise design,</div> +<div class="verse">And thank thee that our age supplies</div> +<div class="verse">Its dark relief of sacrifice.</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if, in our unworthiness,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy sacrificial wine we press;</div> +<div class="verse">If from thy ordeal's heated bars</div> +<div class="verse">Our feet are seamed with crimson scars,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If, for the age to come, this hour</div> +<div class="verse">Of trial hath vicarious power,</div> +<div class="verse">And, blest by thee, our present pain</div> +<div class="verse">Be liberty's eternal gain,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strike, thou the Master, we thy keys,</div> +<div class="verse">The anthem of the destinies!</div> +<div class="verse">The minor of thy loftier strain,</div> +<div class="verse">Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no sense, as I can see,</div> +<div class="verse">In mortals such as you and me</div> +<div class="verse">A-faulting nature's wise intents</div> +<div class="verse">And locking horns with Providence.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is no use to grumble and complain;</div> +<div class="vind2">It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice;</div> +<div class="verse">When God sorts out the weather and sends rain—</div> +<div class="vind2">Why, rain's my choice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">{217}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THY WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not in dumb resignation</div> +<div class="vind2">We lift our hands on high;</div> +<div class="verse">Not like the nerveless fatalist,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content to do and die.</div> +<div class="verse">Our faith springs like the eagle</div> +<div class="vind2">Who soars to meet the sun,</div> +<div class="verse">And cries, exulting, unto thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">"O Lord, thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy will! It bids the weak be strong;</div> +<div class="vind2">It bids the strong be just;</div> +<div class="verse">No lip to fawn, no hand to beg,</div> +<div class="vind2">No brow to seek the dust.</div> +<div class="verse">Wherever man oppresses man,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the liberal sun,</div> +<div class="verse">O Lord, be there! Thine arm make bare!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy righteous will be done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Hay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AS GOD WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All goeth but God's will!</div> +<div class="vind2">The fairest garden flower</div> +<div class="vind2">Fades after its brief hour</div> +<div class="verse">Of brightness. Still,</div> +<div class="verse">This is but God's good will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All goeth but God's will!</div> +<div class="vind2">The brightest, dearest day</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth swiftly pass away,</div> +<div class="verse">And darkest night</div> +<div class="verse">Succeeds the vision bright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But still strong-hearted be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yea, though the night be drear;</div> +<div class="vind2">How sad and long soe'er</div> +<div class="verse">Its gloom may be,</div> +<div class="verse">This darkness, too, shall flee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Weep not yon grave beside!</div> +<div class="vind2">Dear friend, he is not gone;</div> +<div class="vind2">God's angel soon this stone</div> +<div class="verse">Shall roll aside.</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, death shall not abide!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Earth's anguish, too, shall go,</div> +<div class="vind2">O then be strong, my soul!</div> +<div class="vind2">When sorrows o'er thee roll</div> +<div class="verse">Be still, and know</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis God's will worketh so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear Lord and God, incline</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine ear unto my call!</div> +<div class="vind2">O grant me that in all,</div> +<div class="verse">This will of mine</div> +<div class="verse">May still be one with thine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to answer still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er my lot may be,</div> +<div class="vind2">To all thou sendest me,</div> +<div class="verse">Of good or ill;</div> +<div class="verse">"All goeth as God will."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alice Williams.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SHADOW OF THE GREAT ROCK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sweet is the solace of thy love,</div> +<div class="vind2">My heavenly Friend, to me,</div> +<div class="verse">While through the hidden way of faith</div> +<div class="vind2">I journey home with thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Learning by quiet thankfulness</div> +<div class="vind2">As a dear child to be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though from the shadow of thy peace</div> +<div class="vind2">My feet would often stray,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy mercy follows all my steps,</div> +<div class="vind2">And will not turn away;</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, thou wilt comfort me at last</div> +<div class="vind2">As none beneath thee may.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No other comforter I need</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou, O Lord, be mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy rod will bring my spirit low,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy fire my heart refine,</div> +<div class="verse">And cause me pain that none may feel</div> +<div class="vind2">By other love than thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then in the secret of my soul,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though hosts my peace invade,</div> +<div class="verse">Though through a waste and weary land</div> +<div class="vind2">My lonely way be made,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou, even thou, wilt comfort me;</div> +<div class="vind2">I need not be afraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O there is nothing in the world</div> +<div class="vind2">To weigh against thy will;</div> +<div class="verse">Even the dark times I dread the most</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy covenant fulfill;</div> +<div class="verse">And when the pleasant morning dawns</div> +<div class="vind2">I find thee with me still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still in the solitary place</div> +<div class="vind2">I would awhile abide.</div> +<div class="verse">Till with the solace of thy love</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul is satisfied,</div> +<div class="verse">And all my hopes of happiness</div> +<div class="vind2">Stay calmly at thy side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On thy compassion I repose</div> +<div class="vind2">In weakness and distress;</div> +<div class="verse">I will not ask for greater ease</div> +<div class="vind2">Lest I should love thee less,</div> +<div class="verse">It is a blessed thing for me</div> +<div class="vind2">To need thy tenderness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Waring.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">{218}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RABIA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There was of old a Moslem saint</div> +<div class="vind2">Named Rabia. On her bed she lay</div> +<div class="verse">Pale, sick, but uttered no complaint.</div> +<div class="vind2">"Send for the holy men to pray."</div> +<div class="verse">And two were sent. The first drew near:</div> +<div class="verse">"The prayers of no man are sincere</div> +<div class="verse">Who does not bow beneath the rod,</div> +<div class="verse">And bear the chastening strokes of God."</div> +<div class="verse">Whereto the second, more severe:</div> +<div class="verse">"The prayers of no man are sincere</div> +<div class="verse">Who does not in the rod rejoice</div> +<div class="verse">And make the strokes he bears his choice."</div> +<div class="verse">Then she, who felt that in such pain</div> +<div class="verse">The love of self did still remain,</div> +<div class="verse">Answered, "No prayers can be sincere</div> +<div class="vind2">When they from whose wrung hearts they fall</div> +<div class="verse">Are not as I am, lying here,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who long since have forgotten all.</div> +<div class="verse">Dear Lord of love! There is no pain."</div> +<div class="verse">So Rabia, and was well again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edmund Clarence Stedman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THREE STAGES OF PIETY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rabia, sick upon her bed,</div> +<div class="verse">By two saints was visited:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Holy Malik, Hassan wise,</div> +<div class="verse">Men of mark in Moslem eyes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hassan said: "Whose prayer is pure</div> +<div class="verse">Will God's chastisement <i>endure</i>."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Malik, from a deeper sense,</div> +<div class="verse">Uttered his experience:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"He who loves his Master's choice</div> +<div class="verse">Will in chastisement <i>rejoice</i>."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rabia saw some selfish will</div> +<div class="verse">In their maxims lingering still,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And replied: "O men of grace!</div> +<div class="verse">He who sees his Master's face</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Will not in his prayer recall</div> +<div class="verse">That he is chastised at all."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arabian, tr. by James Freeman Clarke, from the German of Tholuck.</div> +</div></div> + +<div class="blockind">(Rabia was a very holy Arabian woman who lived in the second century of +the Hegira, or the eighth century of our era.)</div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRAYER'S GRACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Round holy Rabia's suffering bed</div> +<div class="vind2">The wise men gathered, gazing gravely.</div> +<div class="verse">"Daughter of God!" the youngest said,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Endure thy Father's chastening bravely;</div> +<div class="verse">They who have steeped their souls in prayer</div> +<div class="vind2">Can any anguish calmly bear."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She answered not, and turned aside,</div> +<div class="verse">Though not reproachfully nor sadly.</div> +<div class="verse">"Daughter of God!" the eldest cried,</div> +<div class="verse">"Sustain thy Father's chastening gladly;</div> +<div class="verse">They who have learned to pray aright</div> +<div class="verse">From pain's dark well draw up delight."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then spake she out: "Your words are fair;</div> +<div class="verse">But, oh, the truth lies deeper still.</div> +<div class="verse">I know not, when absorbed in prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Pleasure or pain, or good or ill.</div> +<div class="verse">They who God's face can understand</div> +<div class="verse">Feel not the workings of his hand."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Monckton Milnes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I LOVE THY WILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy will, O God!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy blessèd, perfect will,</div> +<div class="verse">In which this once rebellious heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Lies satisfied and still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy will, O God!</div> +<div class="vind2">It is my joy, my rest;</div> +<div class="verse">It glorifies my common task,</div> +<div class="vind2">It makes each trial blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy will, O God!</div> +<div class="vind2">The sunshine or the rain;</div> +<div class="verse">Some days are bright with praise, and some</div> +<div class="vind2">Sweet with accepted pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy will, O God!</div> +<div class="vind2">O hear my earnest plea,</div> +<div class="verse">That as thy will is done in heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">It may be done in me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Bessie Pegg MacLaughlin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;</div> +<div class="verse">Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Tr. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">{219}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DAILY BREAD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I pray, with meek hands on my breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Thy will be done, thy kingdom come,"</div> +<div class="vind2">But shouldst thou call my dear ones home</div> +<div class="verse">Should I still say, "'Tis best;</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done"?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot tell. I probe my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">With sharpest instruments of pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">And listen if the sweet refrain</div> +<div class="verse">Still wells up through the smart—</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot tell. I yield the quest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content if only day by day</div> +<div class="vind2">My God shall give me grace to say,</div> +<div class="verse">"Father, thou knowest best;</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He gives no strength for coming ill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Until its advent. Then he rolls</div> +<div class="vind2">His love in on his waiting souls,</div> +<div class="verse">Sure of their sweet "Thy will,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Give us this day our daily bread"—</div> +<div class="vind2">So prayed the Christ, and so will I;</div> +<div class="vind2">Father, my daily bread supply,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, if I go unfed,</div> +<div class="vind6">"Thy will be done!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>APPROACHES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou turnest away from ill</div> +<div class="verse">Christ is this side of thy hill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou turnest towards good</div> +<div class="verse">Christ is walking in thy wood.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thy heart says, "Father, pardon!"</div> +<div class="verse">Then the Lord is in thy garden.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When stern duty wakes to watch</div> +<div class="verse">Then his hand is on the latch.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when hope thy song doth rouse</div> +<div class="verse">Then the Lord is in the house.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When to love is all thy wit</div> +<div class="verse">Christ doth at thy table sit.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When God's will is thy heart's pole</div> +<div class="verse">Then is Christ thy very soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUBMISSION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But that thou art my wisdom, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">And both mine eyes are thine.</div> +<div class="verse">My mind would be extremely stirred</div> +<div class="vind2">For missing my design.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Were it not better to bestow</div> +<div class="vind2">Some place and power on me?</div> +<div class="verse">Then should thy praises with me grow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And share in my degree.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when I thus dispute and grieve</div> +<div class="vind2">I do resume my sight;</div> +<div class="verse">And, pilfering what I once did give,</div> +<div class="vind2">Disseize thee of thy right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How know I, if thou shouldst me raise.</div> +<div class="vind2">That I should then raise thee?</div> +<div class="verse">Perhaps great places and thy praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Do not so well agree.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wherefore unto my gift I stand;</div> +<div class="vind2">I will no more advise;</div> +<div class="verse">Only do thou lend me a hand,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since thou hast both mine eyes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>YOUTH'S WARNING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beware, exulting youth, beware,</div> +<div class="vind2">When life's young pleasures woo,</div> +<div class="verse">That ere you yield yon shrine your heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">And keep your conscience true!</div> +<div class="verse">For sake of silver spent to-day</div> +<div class="vind2">Why pledge to-morrow's gold?</div> +<div class="verse">Or in hot blood implant remorse,</div> +<div class="vind2">To grow when blood is cold?</div> +<div class="verse">If wrong you do, if false you play,</div> +<div class="vind2">In summer among the flowers,</div> +<div class="verse">You must atone, you must repay,</div> +<div class="vind2">In winter among the showers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To turn the balances of heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Surpasses mortal power;</div> +<div class="verse">For every white there is a black,</div> +<div class="vind2">For every sweet a sour.</div> +<div class="verse">For every up there is a down,</div> +<div class="vind2">For every folly shame,</div> +<div class="verse">And retribution follows guilt</div> +<div class="vind2">As burning follows flame.</div> +<div class="verse">If wrong you do, if false you play,</div> +<div class="vind2">In summer among the flowers,</div> +<div class="verse">You must atone, you must repay</div> +<div class="vind2">In winter among the showers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">{220}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy skies, thy sunny mists,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy fields, thy mountains hoar,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy wind that bloweth where it lists;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will, I love it more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy hidden truth to seek</div> +<div class="vind2">All round, in sea, on shore;</div> +<div class="verse">The arts whereby like gods we speak;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will to me is more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thy men and women, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">The children round thy door,</div> +<div class="verse">Calm thoughts that inward strength afford;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy will, O Lord, is more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when thy will my life shall hold,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine to the very core,</div> +<div class="verse">The world which that same will did mold</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall love ten times more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No child of man may perish ere his time arrives;</div> +<div class="verse">A thousand arrows pierce him and he still survives;</div> +<div class="verse">But when the moment fixed in heaven's eternal will</div> +<div class="verse">Comes round, a single blade of yielding grass may kill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Mahabharata, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God gives to man the power to strike or miss you;</div> +<div class="vind2">It is not thy foe who did the thing.</div> +<div class="verse">The arrow from the bow may seem to issue,</div> +<div class="vind2">But we know an archer drew the string.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On two days it steads not to run from thy grave:</div> +<div class="vind2">The appointed and the unappointed day;</div> +<div class="verse">On the first neither balm nor physician can save,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor thee on the second the universe slay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ROUNDEL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not know thy final will,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is too good for me to know.</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou willest that I mercy show,</div> +<div class="verse">That I take heed and do no ill,</div> +<div class="verse">That I the needy warm and fill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor stones at any sinner throw;</div> +<div class="verse">But I know not thy final will,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is too good for me to know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know thy love unspeakable—</div> +<div class="vind2">For love's sake able to send woe!</div> +<div class="vind2">To find thine own thou lost didst go,</div> +<div class="verse">And wouldst for men thy blood yet spill!</div> +<div class="verse">How should I know thy final will,</div> +<div class="vind2">Godwise too good for me to know!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One prayer I have—all prayers in one—</div> +<div class="vind2">When I am wholly thine:</div> +<div class="verse">Thy will, my God, thy will be done,</div> +<div class="vind2">And let that will be mine;</div> +<div class="verse">All-wise, almighty, and all-good,</div> +<div class="vind2">In thee I firmly trust,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy ways, unknown or understood,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are merciful and just.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fear him, ye saints, and you will then</div> +<div class="vind2">Have nothing else to fear;</div> +<div class="verse">Make you his service your delight,</div> +<div class="vind2">He'll make your wants his care.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The best will is our Father's will,</div> +<div class="verse">And we may rest there calm and still;</div> +<div class="verse">O make it hour by hour thine own,</div> +<div class="verse">And wish for naught but that alone</div> +<div class="vind6">Which pleases God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Paul Gerhardt.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is Lucifer,</div> +<div class="verse">The son of mystery;</div> +<div class="verse">And since God suffers him to be</div> +<div class="verse">He, too, is God's minister,</div> +<div class="verse">And labors for some good</div> +<div class="verse">By us not understood!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rabbi Jehosha had the skill</div> +<div class="verse">To know that heaven is in God's will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">{221}</a></span></p> + +<h2>GOD'S PRESENCE</h2> + +<h3>POSSESSION, SATISFACTION, REFLECTION</h3> + + +<h4>THE SECRET OF HIS PRESENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the secret of his presence</div> +<div class="vind2">I am kept from strife of tongues;</div> +<div class="verse">His pavilion is around me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And within are ceaseless songs!</div> +<div class="verse">Stormy winds, his word fulfilling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beat without, but cannot harm,</div> +<div class="verse">For the Master's voice is stilling</div> +<div class="vind2">Storm and tempest to a calm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the secret of his presence</div> +<div class="vind2">All the darkness disappears;</div> +<div class="verse">For a sun that knows no setting,</div> +<div class="vind2">Throws a rainbow on my tears.</div> +<div class="verse">So the day grows ever lighter,</div> +<div class="vind2">Broadening to the perfect noon;</div> +<div class="verse">So the day grows ever brighter,</div> +<div class="vind2">Heaven is coming, near and soon.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the secret of his presence</div> +<div class="vind2">Never more can foes alarm;</div> +<div class="verse">In the shadow of the Highest,</div> +<div class="vind2">I can meet them with a psalm;</div> +<div class="verse">For the strong pavilion hides me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Turns their fiery darts aside,</div> +<div class="verse">And I know, whate'er betides me,</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall live because he died!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the secret of his presence</div> +<div class="vind2">Is a sweet, unbroken rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Pleasures, joys, in glorious fullness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Making earth like Eden blest;</div> +<div class="verse">So my peace grows deep and deeper,</div> +<div class="vind2">Widening as it nears the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">For my Saviour is my keeper,</div> +<div class="vind2">Keeping mine and keeping me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Burton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EYESERVICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Eyeservice let me give</div> +<div class="vind4">The while I live;</div> +<div class="vind4">In shadow or in light,</div> +<div class="vind4">By day or night,</div> +<div class="vind4">With all my heart and skill—</div> +<div class="vind4">Eyeservice still!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, for the eyes I'll serve—</div> +<div class="vind4">Nor faint nor swerve—</div> +<div class="vind4">Are not the eyes of man,</div> +<div class="vind4">That lightly scan,</div> +<div class="vind4">But God's, that pierce and see</div> +<div class="vind4">The whole of me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beneath the farthest skies,</div> +<div class="vind4">Where morning flies,</div> +<div class="vind4">In heaven or in hell,</div> +<div class="vind4">If I should dwell,</div> +<div class="vind4">In dark or daylight fair,</div> +<div class="vind4">The Eyes are there!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No trembling fugitive,</div> +<div class="vind4">Boldly I live</div> +<div class="vind4">If, as in that pure sight,</div> +<div class="vind4">I live aright,</div> +<div class="vind4">Yielding with hand and will</div> +<div class="vind4">Eyeservice still!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OMNIPRESENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord of all being, throned afar,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy glory flames from sun and star;</div> +<div class="verse">Center and soul of every sphere,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet to each loving heart how near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sun of our life, thy quickening ray</div> +<div class="verse">Sheds on our path the glow of day;</div> +<div class="verse">Star of our hope, thy softened light</div> +<div class="verse">Cheers the long watches of the night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;</div> +<div class="verse">Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;</div> +<div class="verse">Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;</div> +<div class="verse">All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord of all life, below, above,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,</div> +<div class="verse">Before thy ever-blazing throne</div> +<div class="verse">We ask no luster of our own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Grant us thy truth to make us free,</div> +<div class="verse">And kindling hearts that burn for thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Till all thy living altars claim</div> +<div class="verse">One holy light, one heavenly flame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Wendell Holmes.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">{222}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CHERUBIC PILGRIM</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God's spirit falls on me as dew drops on a rose,</div> +<div class="verse">If I but like a rose my heart to him unclose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The soul wherein God dwells—what Church can holier be?</div> +<div class="verse">Becomes a walking tent of heavenly majesty.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lo! in the silent night a child to God is born,</div> +<div class="verse">And all is brought again that ere was lost or lorn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Could but thy soul, O man, become a silent night</div> +<div class="verse">God would be born in thee and set all things aright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ye know God but as Lord, hence Lord his name with ye,</div> +<div class="verse">I feel him but as love, and Love his name with me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born,</div> +<div class="verse">If he's not born in thee thy soul is all forlorn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The cross on Golgotha will never save thy soul,</div> +<div class="verse">The cross in thine own heart alone can make thee whole.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Christ rose not from the dead, Christ still is in the grave</div> +<div class="verse">If thou for whom he died art still of sin the slave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In all eternity no tone can be so sweet</div> +<div class="verse">As where man's heart with God in unison doth beat.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er thou lovest, man, that, too, become thou must;</div> +<div class="verse">God, if thou lovest God, dust, if thou lovest dust.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, would thy heart but be a manger for the birth,</div> +<div class="verse">God would once more become a child on earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Immeasurable is the highest; who but knows it?</div> +<div class="verse">And yet a human heart can perfectly enclose it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johannes Scheffler.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LARGER VIEW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In buds upon some Aaron's rod</div> +<div class="verse">The childlike ancient saw his God;</div> +<div class="verse">Less credulous, more believing, we</div> +<div class="verse">Read in the grass—Divinity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From Horeb's bush the Presence spoke</div> +<div class="verse">To earlier faiths and simpler folk;</div> +<div class="verse">But now each bush that sweeps our fence</div> +<div class="verse">Flames with the Awful Immanence!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To old Zacchæus in his tree</div> +<div class="verse">What mattered leaves and botany?</div> +<div class="verse">His sycamore was but a seat</div> +<div class="verse">Whence he could watch that hallowed street.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But now to us each elm and pine</div> +<div class="verse">Is vibrant with the Voice divine,</div> +<div class="verse">Not only from but in the bough</div> +<div class="verse">Our larger creed beholds him now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To the true faith, bark, sap, and stem</div> +<div class="verse">Are wonderful as Bethlehem;</div> +<div class="verse">No hill nor brook nor field nor herd</div> +<div class="verse">But mangers the Incarnate Word!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far be it from our lips to cast</div> +<div class="verse">Contempt upon the holy past—</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er the Finger writes we scan</div> +<div class="verse">In manger, prophecy, or man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Again we touch the healing hem</div> +<div class="verse">In Nazareth or Jerusalem;</div> +<div class="verse">We trace again those faultless years;</div> +<div class="verse">The cross commands our wondering tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet if to us the Spirit writes</div> +<div class="verse">On Morning's manuscript and Night's,</div> +<div class="verse">In gospels of the growing grain,</div> +<div class="verse">Epistles of the pond and plain,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In stars, in atoms, as they roll,</div> +<div class="verse">Each tireless round its occult pole,</div> +<div class="verse">In wing and worm and fin and fleece,</div> +<div class="verse">In the wise soil's surpassing peace—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thrice ingrate he whose only look</div> +<div class="verse">Is backward focussed on the Book,</div> +<div class="verse">Neglectful what the Presence saith,</div> +<div class="verse">Though he be near as blood and breath!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The only atheist is one</div> +<div class="verse">Who hears no Voice in wind or sun,</div> +<div class="verse">Believer in some primal curse,</div> +<div class="verse">Deaf in God's loving universe!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">{223}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>STILL WITH THEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;</div> +<div class="verse">Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Alone with thee amid the mystic shadows,</div> +<div class="vind2">The solemn hush of nature newly born;</div> +<div class="verse">Alone with thee in breathless adoration,</div> +<div class="vind2">In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean</div> +<div class="vind2">The image of the morning-star doth rest,</div> +<div class="verse">So in this stillness thou beholdest only</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine image in the waters of my breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Still, still with thee! as to each new born morning</div> +<div class="vind2">A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,</div> +<div class="verse">So does this blessèd consciousness awaking</div> +<div class="vind2">Breathe each day nearness unto thee and heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,</div> +<div class="vind2">Its closing eyes look up to thee in prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading,</div> +<div class="vind2">But sweeter still, to wake and find thee there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;</div> +<div class="verse">O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall rise the glorious thought—I am with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Harriet Beecher Stowe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There lives and works a soul in all things,</div> +<div class="vind2">And that soul is God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ELIXIR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me, my God and King,</div> +<div class="vind2">In all things thee to see,</div> +<div class="verse">And what I do, in anything,</div> +<div class="vind2">To do it as for thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A man that looks on glass</div> +<div class="vind2">On it may stay his eye,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass</div> +<div class="vind2">And then to heaven espy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All may of thee partake.</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing can be so mean</div> +<div class="verse">Which with this tincture (<i>for thy sake</i>)</div> +<div class="vind2">Will not grow bright and clean.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A servant with this clause</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes drudgery divine.</div> +<div class="verse">Who sweeps a room as for thy laws</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes that and th' action fine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the famous stone</div> +<div class="vind2">That turneth all to gold;</div> +<div class="verse">For that which God doth touch and own</div> +<div class="vind2">Cannot for less be told.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD'S PRESENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But God is never so far off</div> +<div class="vind2">As even to be near.</div> +<div class="verse">He is within; our spirit is</div> +<div class="vind2">The home he holds most dear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To think of him as by our side</div> +<div class="vind2">Is almost as untrue</div> +<div class="verse">As to remove his throne beyond</div> +<div class="vind2">Those skies of starry blue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So all the while I thought myself</div> +<div class="vind2">Homeless, forlorn, and weary,</div> +<div class="verse">Missing my joy, I walked the earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Myself God's sanctuary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I come to thee once more, my God!</div> +<div class="vind2">No longer will I roam;</div> +<div class="verse">For I have sought the wide world through</div> +<div class="vind2">And never found a home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though bright and many are the spots</div> +<div class="vind2">Where I have built a nest—</div> +<div class="verse">Yet in the brightest still I pined</div> +<div class="vind2">For more abiding rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For thou hast made this wondrous soul</div> +<div class="vind2">All for thyself alone;</div> +<div class="verse">Ah! send thy sweet transforming grace</div> +<div class="vind2">To make it more thine own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">{224}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GOD IS MINE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If God is mine then present things</div> +<div class="vind2">And things to come are mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,</div> +<div class="vind2">And glory all divine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If he is mine then from his love</div> +<div class="vind2">He every trouble sends;</div> +<div class="verse">All things are working for my good,</div> +<div class="vind2">And bliss his rod attends.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If he is mine I need not fear</div> +<div class="vind2">The rage of earth and hell;</div> +<div class="verse">He will support my feeble power,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their utmost force repel.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If he is mine let friends forsake,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let wealth and honor flee;</div> +<div class="verse">Sure he who giveth me himself</div> +<div class="vind2">Is more than these to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If he is mine I'll boldly pass</div> +<div class="vind2">Through death's tremendous vale;</div> +<div class="verse">He is a solid comfort when</div> +<div class="vind2">All other comforts fail.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh! tell me, Lord, that thou art mine;</div> +<div class="vind2">What can I wish beside?</div> +<div class="verse">My soul shall at the fountain live,</div> +<div class="vind2">When all the streams are dried.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A PRESENT SAVIOUR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have thee every hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Most gracious Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">That tender voice of thine</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth peace afford.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have thee every hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou stay'st near by;</div> +<div class="verse">Temptations lose their power</div> +<div class="vind2">Since thou art nigh.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have thee every hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">In joy and pain;</div> +<div class="verse">With me thou dost abide,</div> +<div class="vind2">And life is gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have thee every hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Teach me thy will;</div> +<div class="verse">All thy rich promises</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou dost fulfill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have thee every hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">Most Holy One,</div> +<div class="verse">And I am thine indeed,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou blessed Son.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Annie S. Hawks, altered by J. M.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE THOUGHT OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The thought of God, the thought of thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who liest near my heart,</div> +<div class="verse">And yet beyond imagined space</div> +<div class="vind2">Outstretched and present art—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The thought of thee, above, below,</div> +<div class="vind2">Around me and within,</div> +<div class="verse">Is more to me than health and wealth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or love of kith and kin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The thought of God is like the tree</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath whose shade I lie</div> +<div class="verse">And watch the fleet of snowy clouds</div> +<div class="vind2">Sail o'er the silent sky.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis like that soft invading light</div> +<div class="vind2">Which in all darkness shines,</div> +<div class="verse">The thread that through life's somber web</div> +<div class="vind2">In golden pattern twines.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is a thought which ever makes</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's sweetest smiles from tears,</div> +<div class="verse">It is a daybreak to our hopes,</div> +<div class="vind2">A sunset to our fears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Within a thought so great, our souls</div> +<div class="vind2">Little and modest grow,</div> +<div class="verse">And, by its vastness awed, we learn</div> +<div class="vind2">The art of walking slow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wild flower on the grassy mound</div> +<div class="vind2">Scarce bends its pliant form</div> +<div class="verse">When overhead the autumnal wood</div> +<div class="vind2">Is thundering like a storm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So is it with our humbled souls,</div> +<div class="vind2">Down in the thought of God,</div> +<div class="verse">Scarce conscious in their sober peace</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the wild storms abroad.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To think of thee is almost prayer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And is outspoken praise;</div> +<div class="verse">And pain can even passive thoughts</div> +<div class="vind2">To actual worship raise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All murmurs lie inside thy will</div> +<div class="vind2">Which are to thee addressed;</div> +<div class="verse">To suffer for thee is our work,</div> +<div class="vind2">To think of thee, our rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let thy sweet presence light my way,</div> +<div class="vind2">And hallow every cross I bear;</div> +<div class="vind2">Transmuting duty, conflict, care,</div> +<div class="verse">Into love's service day by day.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">{225}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR HEAVENLY FATHER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My God, how wonderful thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy majesty how bright,</div> +<div class="verse">How beautiful thy mercy seat</div> +<div class="vind2">In depths of burning light!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How dread are thine eternal years,</div> +<div class="vind2">O everlasting Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">By prostrate spirits, day and night,</div> +<div class="vind2">Incessantly adored.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How beautiful, how beautiful</div> +<div class="vind2">The sight of thee must be,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,</div> +<div class="vind2">And awful purity!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O how I fear thee, living God!</div> +<div class="vind2">With deepest, tenderest fears,</div> +<div class="verse">And worship thee with trembling hope</div> +<div class="vind2">And penitential tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet I may love thee too, O Lord!</div> +<div class="vind2">Almighty as thou art,</div> +<div class="verse">For thou hast stooped to ask of me</div> +<div class="vind2">The love of this poor heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, then, this worse than worthless heart</div> +<div class="vind2">In pity deign to take,</div> +<div class="verse">And make it love thee for thyself,</div> +<div class="vind2">And for thy glory's sake.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No earthly father loves like thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">No mother half so mild</div> +<div class="verse">Bears and forbears, as thou hast done</div> +<div class="vind2">With me, thy sinful child.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Only to sit and think of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">O what a joy it is!</div> +<div class="verse">To think the thought, to breathe the name—</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth has no higher bliss.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father of Jesus, love's Reward!</div> +<div class="vind2">What rapture will it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Prostrate before thy throne to lie</div> +<div class="vind2">And gaze, and gaze on thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RULES FOR DAILY LIFE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Begin the day with God:</div> +<div class="vind2">Kneel down to him in prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">Lift up thy heart to his abode</div> +<div class="vind2">And seek his love to share.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Open the Book of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And read a portion there;</div> +<div class="verse">That it may hallow all thy thoughts</div> +<div class="vind2">And sweeten all thy care.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go through the day with God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er thy work may be;</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er thou art—at home, abroad,</div> +<div class="vind2">He still is near to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Converse in mind with God;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy spirit heavenward raise;</div> +<div class="verse">Acknowledge every good bestowed,</div> +<div class="vind2">And offer grateful praise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Conclude the day with God:</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy sins to him confess;</div> +<div class="verse">Trust in the Lord's atoning blood,</div> +<div class="vind2">And plead his righteousness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lie down at night with God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who gives his servants sleep;</div> +<div class="verse">And when thou tread'st the vale of death</div> +<div class="vind2">He will thee guard and keep.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HE FILLS ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All are but parts of one stupendous whole;</div> +<div class="verse">Whose body nature is, and God the soul;</div> +<div class="verse">That, changed through all, and yet in all the same;</div> +<div class="verse">Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame;</div> +<div class="verse">Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,</div> +<div class="verse">Glows in the stars and blossoms in the trees;</div> +<div class="verse">Lives through all life, extends through all extent,</div> +<div class="verse">Spreads undivided, operates unspent;</div> +<div class="verse">Breathes in our souls, informs our mortal part,</div> +<div class="verse">As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;</div> +<div class="verse">As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,</div> +<div class="verse">As the rapt seraph that adores and burns.</div> +<div class="verse">To him no high, no low, no great, no small,</div> +<div class="verse">He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All nature is but art, unknown to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">All chance, direction which thou canst not see;</div> +<div class="verse">All discord, harmony not understood;</div> +<div class="verse">All partial evil, universal good;</div> +<div class="verse">And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,</div> +<div class="verse">One truth is clear—whatever is, is right.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">{226}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE PRESENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I sit within my room and joy to find</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou who always lov'st art with me here;</div> +<div class="verse">That I am never left by thee behind,</div> +<div class="vind2">But by thyself thou keep'st me ever near.</div> +<div class="verse">The fire burns brighter when with thee I look,</div> +<div class="vind2">And seems a kindlier servant sent to me;</div> +<div class="verse">With gladder heart I read thy holy book,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because thou art the eyes with which I see;</div> +<div class="verse">This aged chair, that table, watch, and door</div> +<div class="vind2">Around in ready service ever wait;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor can I ask of thee a menial more</div> +<div class="vind2">To fill the measure of my large estate;</div> +<div class="verse">For thou thyself, with all a Father's care,</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er I turn art ever with me there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Jones Very.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BLESSED THOUGHT OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One thought I have—my ample creed,</div> +<div class="vind2">So deep it is and broad,</div> +<div class="verse">And equal to my every need—</div> +<div class="vind2">It is the thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise,</div> +<div class="vind2">I feast at life's full board;</div> +<div class="verse">And rising in my inner skies,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shines forth the thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At night my gladness is my prayer;</div> +<div class="vind2">I drop my daily load,</div> +<div class="verse">And every care is pillowed there</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I ask not far before to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">But take in trust my road;</div> +<div class="verse">Life, death, and immortality,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are in my thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To this their secret strength they owed</div> +<div class="vind2">The martyr's path who trod;</div> +<div class="verse">The fountains of their patience flowed</div> +<div class="vind2">From out their thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be still the light upon my way,</div> +<div class="vind2">My pilgrim staff and rod,</div> +<div class="verse">My rest by night, my strength by day,</div> +<div class="vind2">O blessed thought of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick Lucian Hosmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVENTIDE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At cool of day with God I walk</div> +<div class="vind2">My garden's grateful shade;</div> +<div class="verse">I hear his voice among the trees,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I am not afraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I see his presence in the night—</div> +<div class="vind2">And though my heart is awed</div> +<div class="verse">I do not quail before the sight</div> +<div class="vind2">Or nearness of my God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He speaks to me in every wind,</div> +<div class="vind2">He smiles from every star;</div> +<div class="verse">He is not deaf to me, nor blind,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor absent, nor afar.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His hand, that shuts the flowers to sleep,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each in its dewy fold,</div> +<div class="verse">Is strong my feeble life to keep,</div> +<div class="vind2">And competent to hold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot walk in darkness long,</div> +<div class="vind2">My light is by my side;</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot stumble or go wrong</div> +<div class="vind2">While following such a guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He is my stay and my defense;</div> +<div class="vind2">How shall I fail or fall?</div> +<div class="verse">My helper is Omnipotence!</div> +<div class="vind2">My ruler ruleth all!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The powers below and powers above</div> +<div class="vind2">Are subject to his care;</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot wander from his love</div> +<div class="vind2">Who loves me everywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus dowered, and guarded thus, with him</div> +<div class="vind2">I walk this peaceful shade,</div> +<div class="verse">I hear his voice among the trees,</div> +<div class="vind2">And I am not afraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Caroline Atherton Mason.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">From cellar unto attic all is clean:</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing there is that need evade the eye;</div> +<div class="verse">All the dark places, by the world unseen,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are as well ordered as what open lie.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! souls are houses; and to keep them well,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor, spring and autumn, mourn their wretched plight,</div> +<div class="verse">To daily toil must vigilance compel,</div> +<div class="vind2">Right underneath God's scrutinizing light.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">{227}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SAINTSHIP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To heaven approached a Sufi saint,</div> +<div class="vind2">From groping in the darkness late,</div> +<div class="verse">And, tapping timidly and faint,</div> +<div class="vind2">Besought admission at God's gate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Said God, "Who seeks to enter here?"</div> +<div class="vind2">"'Tis I, dear Friend," the saint replied,</div> +<div class="verse">And trembling much with hope and fear.</div> +<div class="vind2">"If it be <i>thou</i>, without abide."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sadly to earth the poor saint turned,</div> +<div class="vind2">To bear the scourging of life's rods;</div> +<div class="verse">But aye his heart within him yearned</div> +<div class="vind2">To mix and lose its love in God's.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He roamed alone through weary years,</div> +<div class="vind2">By cruel men still scorned and mocked,</div> +<div class="verse">Until from faith's pure fires and tears</div> +<div class="vind2">Again he rose, and modest knocked.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Asked God: "Who now is at the door?"</div> +<div class="vind2">"It is thyself, beloved Lord,"</div> +<div class="verse">Answered the saint, in doubt no more,</div> +<div class="vind2">But clasped and rapt in his reward.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian, tr. by William Rounseville Alger.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OPEN THOU OUR EYES</h4> + +<h5>(Luke 24. 15)</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And he drew near and talked with them,</div> +<div class="vind2">But they perceived him not,</div> +<div class="verse">And mourned, unconscious of that light,</div> +<div class="verse">The gloom, the darkness, and the night</div> +<div class="vind2">That wrapt his burial spot.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wearied with doubt, perplexed and sad,</div> +<div class="vind2">They knew nor help nor guide;</div> +<div class="verse">While he who bore the secret key</div> +<div class="verse">To open every mystery,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unknown was by their side.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus often when we feel alone,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor help nor comfort near,</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis only that our eyes are dim,</div> +<div class="verse">Doubting and sad we see not him</div> +<div class="vind2">Who waiteth still to hear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"The darkness gathers overhead,</div> +<div class="vind2">The morn will never come."</div> +<div class="verse">Did we but raise our downcast eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">In the white-flushing eastern skies</div> +<div class="vind2">Appears the glowing sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In all our daily joys and griefs</div> +<div class="vind2">In daily work and rest,</div> +<div class="verse">To those who seek him Christ is near,</div> +<div class="verse">Our bliss to calm, to soothe our care,</div> +<div class="vind2">In leaning on his breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Open our eyes, O Lord, we pray,</div> +<div class="vind2">To see our way, our Guide;</div> +<div class="verse">That by the path that here we tread,</div> +<div class="verse">We, following on, may still be led</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy light to abide.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">My God, I heard this day</div> +<div class="verse">That none doth build a stately habitation</div> +<div class="vind2">But he that means to dwell therein.</div> +<div class="vind2">What house more stately hath there been,</div> +<div class="verse">Or can be, than is man? to whose creation</div> +<div class="vind6">All things are in decay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">More servants wait on man</div> +<div class="verse">Than he'll take notice of: in every path</div> +<div class="vind2">He treads down that which doth befriend him,</div> +<div class="vind2">When sickness makes him pale and wan.</div> +<div class="verse">O mighty love! man is one world, and hath</div> +<div class="vind6">Another to attend him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">For us the winds do blow,</div> +<div class="verse">The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow;</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing we see but means our good,</div> +<div class="vind2">As our delight or as our treasure;</div> +<div class="verse">The whole is either cupboard of our food,</div> +<div class="vind6">Or cabinet of pleasure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">The stars have us to bed;</div> +<div class="verse">Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws;</div> +<div class="vind2">Music and light attend our head;</div> +<div class="vind2">All things unto our flesh are kind</div> +<div class="verse">In their descent and being; to our mind,</div> +<div class="vind6">In their ascent and cause.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Since then, my God, thou hast</div> +<div class="verse">So brave a palace built, O dwell in it</div> +<div class="vind2">That it may dwell with thee at last.</div> +<div class="vind2">Till then, afford us so much wit</div> +<div class="verse">That, as the world serves us, we may serve thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">And both thy servants be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">{228}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVER WITH THEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am with thee, my God—</div> +<div class="vind2">Where I desire to be:</div> +<div class="verse">By day, by night, at home, abroad,</div> +<div class="vind2">I always am with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee when dawn comes on</div> +<div class="vind2">And calls me back to care,</div> +<div class="verse">Each day returning to begin</div> +<div class="vind2">With thee, my God, in prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee amid the crowd</div> +<div class="vind2">That throngs the busy mart;</div> +<div class="verse">I hear thy voice, when time's is loud,</div> +<div class="vind2">Speak softly to my heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee when day is done</div> +<div class="vind2">And evening calms the mind;</div> +<div class="verse">The setting as the rising sun</div> +<div class="vind2">With thee my heart shall find.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee when darkness brings</div> +<div class="vind2">The signal of repose;</div> +<div class="verse">Calm in the shadow of thy wings</div> +<div class="vind2">Mine eyelids gently close.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With thee, in thee, by faith</div> +<div class="vind2">Abiding I shall be;</div> +<div class="verse">By day, by night, in life, in death,</div> +<div class="vind2">I always am with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James D. Burns, altered by J. M.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SELF-EXAMINATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">By all means use sometime to be alone.</div> +<div class="vind2">Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.</div> +<div class="verse">Dare to look in thy chest; for 'tis thine own;</div> +<div class="vind2">And tumble up and down what thou findst there.</div> +<div class="verse">Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,</div> +<div class="verse">He breaks up homes, turns out of doors his mind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sum up by night what thou hast done by day;</div> +<div class="vind2">And in the morning, what thou hast to do.</div> +<div class="verse">Dress and undress thy soul; mark the decay</div> +<div class="vind2">And growth of it; if, with thy watch, that too</div> +<div class="verse">Be down, then wind up both; since we shall be</div> +<div class="verse">Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"SHOW ME THY FACE"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Show me thy face—</div> +<div class="vind4">One transient gleam</div> +<div class="vind2">Of loveliness divine</div> +<div class="verse">And I shall never think or dream</div> +<div class="vind2">Of other love save thine.</div> +<div class="verse">All lesser light will darken quite,</div> +<div class="vind2">All lower glories wane;</div> +<div class="verse">The beautiful of earth will scarce</div> +<div class="vind2">Seem beautiful again!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Show me thy face—</div> +<div class="vind4">My faith and love</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall henceforth fixèd be,</div> +<div class="verse">And nothing here have power to move</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul's serenity.</div> +<div class="verse">My life shall seem a trance, a dream,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all I feel and see</div> +<div class="verse">Illusive, visionary—thou</div> +<div class="vind2">The one reality.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Show me thy face—</div> +<div class="vind4">I shall forget</div> +<div class="vind2">The weary days of yore;</div> +<div class="verse">The fretting ghosts of vain regret</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall haunt my soul no more;</div> +<div class="verse">All doubts and fears for future years</div> +<div class="vind2">In quiet rest subside,</div> +<div class="verse">And naught but blest content and calm</div> +<div class="vind2">Within my breast reside.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Show me thy face—</div> +<div class="vind4">The heaviest cross</div> +<div class="vind2">Will then seem light to bear;</div> +<div class="verse">There will be gain in every loss,</div> +<div class="vind2">And peace with every care.</div> +<div class="vind4">With such light feet</div> +<div class="vind4">The years will fleet,</div> +<div class="vind2">Life seem as brief as blest,</div> +<div class="verse">Till I have laid my burden down</div> +<div class="vind2">And entered into rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Show me thy face—</div> +<div class="vind4">And I shall be</div> +<div class="vind2">In heart and mind renewed;</div> +<div class="verse">With wisdom, grace, and energy</div> +<div class="vind2">To work thy work endued.</div> +<div class="vind4">Shine clear, though pale,</div> +<div class="vind4">Behind the veil</div> +<div class="vind2">Until, the veil removed,</div> +<div class="verse">In perfect glory I behold</div> +<div class="vind2">The Face that I have loved!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stand in the great Forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">All things to me are divine;</div> +<div class="verse">I eat of the heavenly manna,</div> +<div class="vind2">I drink of the heavenly wine.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">{229}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LISTENING FOR GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hear it often in the dark,</div> +<div class="vind2">I hear it in the light:</div> +<div class="verse">Where <i>is</i> the voice that calls to me</div> +<div class="vind2">With such a quiet might?</div> +<div class="verse">It seems but echo to my thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yet beyond the stars;</div> +<div class="verse">It seems a heart-beat in a hush,</div> +<div class="vind2">And yet the planet jars.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O may it be that, far within</div> +<div class="vind2">My inmost soul, there lies</div> +<div class="verse">A spirit-sky that opens with</div> +<div class="vind2">Those voices of surprise?</div> +<div class="verse">And can it be, by night and day,</div> +<div class="vind2">That firmament serene</div> +<div class="verse">Is just the heaven where God himself,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Father, dwells unseen?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O God within, so close to me</div> +<div class="vind2">That every thought is plain,</div> +<div class="verse">Be judge, be friend, be Father still,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in thy heaven reign!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy heaven is mine, my very soul!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy words are sweet and strong;</div> +<div class="verse">They fill my inward silences</div> +<div class="vind2">With music and with song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They send me challenges to right,</div> +<div class="vind2">And loud rebuke my ill;</div> +<div class="verse">They ring my bells of victory,</div> +<div class="vind2">They breathe my "Peace, be still!"</div> +<div class="verse">They even seem to say: "My child,</div> +<div class="vind2">Why seek me so all day?</div> +<div class="verse">Now journey inward to thyself,</div> +<div class="vind2">And listen by the way."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William C. Gannett.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALLAH'S HOUSE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nanac the faithful, pausing once to pray,</div> +<div class="verse">From holy Mecca turned his face away;</div> +<div class="verse">A Moslem priest who chanced to see him there,</div> +<div class="verse">Forgetful of the attitude in prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">Cried "Infidel, how durst thou turn thy feet</div> +<div class="verse">Toward Allah's house—the sacred temple seat?"</div> +<div class="verse">To whom the pious Nanac thus replied:</div> +<div class="verse">"Knowest thou God's house is, as the world is, wide?</div> +<div class="verse">Then, turn thee, if thou canst, toward any spot</div> +<div class="verse">Where mighty Allah's awful house is not."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frank Dempster Sherman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF THE LORD SHOULD COME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If the Lord should come in the morning,</div> +<div class="vind2">As I went about my work—</div> +<div class="verse">The little things and the quiet things</div> +<div class="vind2">That a servant cannot shirk,</div> +<div class="verse">Though nobody ever sees them,</div> +<div class="vind2">And only the dear Lord cares</div> +<div class="verse">That they always are done in the light of the sun—</div> +<div class="vind2">Would he take me unawares?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If my Lord should come at noonday—</div> +<div class="vind2">The time of the dust and heat,</div> +<div class="verse">When the glare is white and the air is still</div> +<div class="vind2">And the hoof-beats sound in the street;</div> +<div class="verse">If my dear Lord came at noonday,</div> +<div class="vind2">And smiled in my tired eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">Would it not be sweet his look to meet?</div> +<div class="vind2">Would he take me by surprise?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If my Lord came hither at evening,</div> +<div class="vind2">In the fragrant dew and dusk,</div> +<div class="verse">When the world drops off its mantle</div> +<div class="vind2">Of daylight, like a husk,</div> +<div class="verse">And flowers, in wonderful beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we fold our hands in rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Would his touch of my hand, his low command,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bring me unhoped-for zest?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why do I ask and question?</div> +<div class="vind2">He is ever coming to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Morning and noon and evening,</div> +<div class="vind2">If I have but eyes to see.</div> +<div class="verse">And the daily load grows lighter,</div> +<div class="vind2">The daily cares grow sweet,</div> +<div class="verse">For the Master is near, the Master is here,</div> +<div class="vind2">I have only to sit at his feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The day is long and the day is hard;</div> +<div class="verse">We are tired of the march and of keeping guard;</div> +<div class="verse">Tired of the sense of a fight to be won,</div> +<div class="verse">Of days to live through, and of work to be done;</div> +<div class="verse">Tired of ourselves and of being alone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And all the while, did we only see,</div> +<div class="verse">We walk in the Lord's own company;</div> +<div class="verse">We fight, but 'tis he who nerves our arm;</div> +<div class="verse">He turns the arrows which else might harm,</div> +<div class="verse">And out of the storm he brings a calm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">{230}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COME TO ME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come to me, come to me, O my God;</div> +<div class="vind2">Come to me everywhere.</div> +<div class="verse">Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the water and the air.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For thou art so far that I often doubt,</div> +<div class="vind2">As on every side I stare,</div> +<div class="verse">Searching within and looking without,</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou canst be anywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How did men find thee in days of old?</div> +<div class="vind2">How did they grow so sure?</div> +<div class="verse">They fought in thy name, they were glad and bold,</div> +<div class="vind2">They suffered and kept themselves pure.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But now they say—neither above the sphere</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor down in the heart of man,</div> +<div class="verse">But only in fancy, ambition, and fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">The thought of thee began.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If only that perfect tale were true</div> +<div class="vind2">Which ages have not made old,</div> +<div class="verse">Of the endless many makes one anew,</div> +<div class="vind2">And simplicity manifold!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But he taught that they who did his word,</div> +<div class="vind2">The truth of it sure would know;</div> +<div class="verse">I will try to do it—if he be Lord</div> +<div class="vind2">Again the old faith will glow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Again the old spirit-wind will blow</div> +<div class="vind2">That he promised to their prayer;</div> +<div class="verse">And obeying the Son, I too shall know</div> +<div class="vind2">His Father everywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Out of the hardness of heart and of will</div> +<div class="verse">Out of the longings which nothing could fill;</div> +<div class="verse">Out of the bitterness, madness, and strife,</div> +<div class="verse">Out of myself and all I called life,</div> +<div class="verse">Into the having of all things with Him!</div> +<div class="verse">Into an ecstacy full to the brim!</div> +<div class="verse">Wonderful loveliness, draining my cup!</div> +<div class="verse">Wonderful purpose that ne'er gave me up!</div> +<div class="verse">Wonderful patience, enduring and strong!</div> +<div class="verse">Wonderful glory to which I belong!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IF I HIM BUT HAVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I Him but have,</div> +<div class="vind2">If he be but mine—</div> +<div class="verse">If my heart, hence to the grave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ne'er forgets his love divine—</div> +<div class="verse">Know I naught of sadness,</div> +<div class="verse">Feel I naught but worship, love, and gladness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I Him but have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glad with all I part;</div> +<div class="verse">Follow on my pilgrim staff,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, only, with true heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Leave them, nothing saying,</div> +<div class="verse">On broad, bright, and crowded highways straying.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I Him but have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glad I fall asleep;</div> +<div class="verse">Aye the flood that his heart gave</div> +<div class="vind2">Strength within my heart shall keep;</div> +<div class="verse">And with soft compelling</div> +<div class="verse">Make it tender, through and through it swelling.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I Him but have,</div> +<div class="vind2">Mine the world I hail!</div> +<div class="verse">Glad as cherub smiling, grave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Holding back the Virgin's veil.</div> +<div class="verse">Sunk and lost in seeing,</div> +<div class="verse">Earthly cares have died from all my being.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where I have but Him</div> +<div class="vind2">Is my Fatherland,</div> +<div class="verse">And all gifts and graces come</div> +<div class="vind2">Heritage into my hand;</div> +<div class="verse">Brothers long deplored</div> +<div class="verse">I in his disciples find restored.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Quiet from God! How beautiful to keep</div> +<div class="vind2">This treasure the All-merciful hath given;</div> +<div class="verse">To feel, when we awake or when we sleep,</div> +<div class="vind2">Its incense round us like a breath from heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To sojourn in the world, and yet apart;</div> +<div class="vind2">To dwell with God, and still with man to feel;</div> +<div class="verse">To bear about forever in the heart</div> +<div class="vind2">The gladness which his spirit doth reveal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah J. Williams.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">{231}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS CHOSEN ONES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some souls there are, beloved of God,</div> +<div class="verse">Who, following where the saints have trod,</div> +<div class="verse">Learn such surrender of the will</div> +<div class="verse">They seem insensible of ill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet, finely strung and sensitive,</div> +<div class="verse">They live far more than others live,</div> +<div class="verse">And grief's and pain's experience</div> +<div class="verse">Must be to them far more intense.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O mystery—that such can know</div> +<div class="verse">A life impregnable to woe!</div> +<div class="verse">O paradox that God alone</div> +<div class="verse">In secret proveth to his own!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It must be that supremest grace</div> +<div class="verse">So nerves them for the heavenly race</div> +<div class="verse">Their litanies are turned to psalms,</div> +<div class="verse">Their crosses, even here, to palms.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Harriet McEwen Kimball.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When, courting slumber,</div> +<div class="verse">The hours I number,</div> +<div class="verse">And sad cares cumber</div> +<div class="vind2">My weary mind,</div> +<div class="verse">This thought shall cheer me:</div> +<div class="verse">That thou art near me,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose ear to hear me</div> +<div class="vind2">Is still inclined.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My soul thou keepest,</div> +<div class="verse">Who never sleepest;</div> +<div class="verse">'Mid gloom the deepest</div> +<div class="vind2">There's light above;</div> +<div class="verse">Thine eyes behold me,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine arms enfold me;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy word has told me</div> +<div class="vind2">That God is love.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are not angels, but we may</div> +<div class="vind2">Down in earth's corners kneel,</div> +<div class="verse">And multiply sweet acts of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And murmur what we feel.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through thee, meseems, the very rose is red,</div> +<div class="vind2">From thee the violet steals its breath in May,</div> +<div class="vind2">From thee draw life all things that grow not gray,</div> +<div class="verse">And by thy force the happy stars are sped.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Russell Lowell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COME TO US, LORD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come to us, Lord, as the daylight comes</div> +<div class="vind2">When the darkling night has gone,</div> +<div class="verse">And the quickened East is tremulous</div> +<div class="vind2">With the thrill of the wakened dawn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Come to us, Lord, as the tide comes on</div> +<div class="vind2">With the waves from the distant sea;</div> +<div class="verse">Come, till our desert places smile,</div> +<div class="vind2">And our souls are filled with thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are in this loud, stunning tide</div> +<div class="vind2">Of human care and crime,</div> +<div class="verse">With whom the melodies abide</div> +<div class="vind2">Of th' everlasting chime!</div> +<div class="verse">Who carry music in their heart</div> +<div class="verse">Through dusky lane and wrangling mart,</div> +<div class="verse">Plying their daily task with busier feet</div> +<div class="verse">Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Earth's crammed with heaven,</div> +<div class="verse">And every common bush afire with God;</div> +<div class="verse">But only he who sees takes off his shoes.</div> +<div class="verse">The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,</div> +<div class="verse">And daub their natural faces unaware</div> +<div class="verse">More and more from the first similitude.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Name all other names above,</div> +<div class="vind2">What art thou not to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Now I have learned to trust thy love</div> +<div class="vind2">And cast my care on thee!</div> +<div class="verse">The thought of thee all sorrow calms;</div> +<div class="vind2">Our anxious burdens fall;</div> +<div class="verse">His crosses turn to triumph palms</div> +<div class="vind2">Who finds in God his all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick Lucian Hosmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Far off thou art, but ever nigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">I have thee still, and I rejoice,</div> +<div class="vind2">I prosper circled with thy voice;</div> +<div class="verse">I shall not lose thee though I die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let the Loved One but smile on this poor heart of mine,</div> +<div class="verse">I will sell the two worlds for one drop of his wine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">{232}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CONFIDENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy presence, Lord, the place doth fill,</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart is now thy throne,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy holy, just and perfect will</div> +<div class="vind2">Now in my flesh is done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My steadfast soul, from falling free,</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth now no longer rove,</div> +<div class="verse">For Christ is all the world to me</div> +<div class="vind2">And all my heart is love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley, altered by J. M.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin</div> +<div class="vind2">Forbids us to descry</div> +<div class="verse">The mystic heaven and earth within</div> +<div class="vind2">Plain as the sea and sky.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou who hast given me eyes to see</div> +<div class="vind2">And love this sight so fair,</div> +<div class="verse">Give me a heart to find out thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">And read thee everywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Keble.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Speak to him, thou, for he hears,</div> +<div class="vind2">And spirit with spirit can meet;</div> +<div class="verse">Closer is he than breathing,</div> +<div class="vind2">And nearer than hands and feet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Heaven above is softer blue,</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth around is sweeter green,</div> +<div class="verse">Something lives in every hue</div> +<div class="vind2">Christless eyes have never seen.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Birds with gladder songs o'erflow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Flowers with deeper beauties shine;</div> +<div class="verse">Since I knew, as now I know,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am his and he is mine.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unheard, because our ears are dull,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unseen, because our eyes are dim,</div> +<div class="verse">He walks the earth, the Wonderful,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all good deeds are done to him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where'er I look one Face alone I see,</div> +<div class="vind2">With every attribute of beauty in it blent;</div> +<div class="verse">Still, still the Godhead's face entrances me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yielding transcendency of all that can be spent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IMMANENCE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not only in the cataract and the thunder</div> +<div class="vind2">Or in the deeps of man's uncharted soul,</div> +<div class="verse">But in the dew-star dwells alike the wonder</div> +<div class="vind2">And in the whirling dust-mite the control.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles G. D. Roberts.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours</div> +<div class="verse">And ask them what report they bore to heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A governed heart, thinking no thought but good,</div> +<div class="verse">Makes crowded houses holy solitude.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edwin Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But where will God be absent; in his face</div> +<div class="verse">Is light, and in his shadow healing, too.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And good may ever conquer ill,</div> +<div class="vind2">Health walk where pain has trod;</div> +<div class="verse">"As a man thinketh, so is he";</div> +<div class="vind2">Rise, then, and think with God.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice,</div> +<div class="verse">For, if He thunder by law, the thunder is yet his voice.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whatever road I take, it joins the street</div> +<div class="verse">Which leadeth all who walk it thee to meet.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O work thy works in God.</div> +<div class="vind2">He can rejoice in naught</div> +<div class="verse">Save only in himself</div> +<div class="vind2">And what himself hath wrought.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To live, to live, is life's great joy; to feel</div> +<div class="vind2">The living God within—to look abroad,</div> +<div class="verse">And, in the beauty that all things reveal,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still meet the living God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Leighton.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">{233}</a></span></p> + +<h2>JESUS</h2> + +<h3>HIS PRECIOUSNESS, AND BEAUTY, AND LOVE</h3> + + +<h4>OUR MASTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Immortal Love, forever full,</div> +<div class="vind2">Forever flowing free,</div> +<div class="verse">Forever shared, forever whole,</div> +<div class="vind2">A never-ebbing sea!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No fable old, nor mythic lore,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor dream of bards and seers,</div> +<div class="verse">No dead fact stranded on the shore</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the oblivious years;—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But warm, sweet, tender, even yet</div> +<div class="vind2">A present help is he;</div> +<div class="verse">And faith has still its Olivet,</div> +<div class="vind2">And love its Galilee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The healing of his seamless dress</div> +<div class="vind2">Is by our beds of pain;</div> +<div class="verse">We touch him in life's throng and press,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we are whole again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through him the first fond prayers are said</div> +<div class="vind2">Our lips of childhood frame,</div> +<div class="verse">The last low whispers of our dead</div> +<div class="vind2">Are burdened with his name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Lord and Master of us all!</div> +<div class="vind2">Whate'er our name or sign,</div> +<div class="verse">We own thy sway, we hear thy call,</div> +<div class="vind2">We test our lives by thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We faintly hear, we dimly see,</div> +<div class="vind2">In differing phrase we pray;</div> +<div class="verse">But, dim or clear, we own in thee</div> +<div class="vind2">The Light, the Truth, the Way!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To do thy will is more than praise,</div> +<div class="vind2">As words are less than deeds,</div> +<div class="verse">And simple trust can find thy ways</div> +<div class="vind2">We miss with chart of creeds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No pride of self thy service hath,</div> +<div class="vind2">No place for me and mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Our human strength is weakness, death,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our life, apart from thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Apart from thee all gain is loss,</div> +<div class="vind2">All labor vainly done;</div> +<div class="verse">The solemn shadow of thy cross</div> +<div class="vind2">Is better than the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Alone, O Love, ineffable!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy saving name is given:</div> +<div class="verse">To turn aside from thee is hell,</div> +<div class="vind2">To walk with thee is heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY HEART IS FIXED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I'll not leave Jesus,—never, never!</div> +<div class="vind2">Ah, what can more precious be?</div> +<div class="verse">Rest and joy and light are ever</div> +<div class="vind2">In his hand to give to me.</div> +<div class="verse">All things that can satisfy,</div> +<div class="verse">Having Jesus, those have I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love has bound me fast unto him,</div> +<div class="vind2">I am his and he is mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Daily I for pardon sue him,</div> +<div class="vind2">Answers he with peace divine.</div> +<div class="verse">On that Rock my trust is laid,</div> +<div class="verse">And I rest beneath its shade.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Without Jesus earth would weary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seem almost like hell to be;</div> +<div class="verse">But if Jesus I see near me</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth is almost heaven to me.</div> +<div class="verse">Am I hungry, he doth give</div> +<div class="verse">Bread on which my soul can live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Spent with him, one little hour</div> +<div class="vind2">Giveth a year's worth of gain;</div> +<div class="verse">Grace and peace put forth their power</div> +<div class="vind2">Joy doth wholly banish pain;</div> +<div class="verse">One faith-glance that findeth him</div> +<div class="verse">Maketh earthly crowns look dim.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O how light upon my shoulder</div> +<div class="vind2">Lies my cross, now grown so small!</div> +<div class="verse">For the Lord is my upholder,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fits it to me, softens all;</div> +<div class="verse">Neither shall it always stay,</div> +<div class="verse">Patience, it will pass away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Those who faithfully go forward</div> +<div class="vind2">In his changeless care shall go,</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing's doubtful or untoward,</div> +<div class="vind2">To the flock who Jesus know.</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus always is the same;</div> +<div class="verse">True and faithful is his name.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">{234}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHRIST'S SYMPATHY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If Jesus came to earth again,</div> +<div class="vind2">And walked and talked in field and street,</div> +<div class="verse">Who would not lay his human pain</div> +<div class="vind2">Low at those heavenly feet?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And leave the loom, and leave the lute,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave the volume on the shelf,</div> +<div class="verse">To follow him, unquestioning, mute,</div> +<div class="vind2">If 'twere the Lord himself?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How many a brow with care o'erworn,</div> +<div class="vind2">How many a heart with grief o'er-laden,</div> +<div class="verse">How many a man with woe forlorn,</div> +<div class="vind2">How many a mourning maiden,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Would leave the baffling earthly prize,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which fails the earthly weak endeavor,</div> +<div class="verse">To gaze into those holy eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">And drink content forever!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His sheep along the cool, the shade,</div> +<div class="vind2">By the still watercourse he leads;</div> +<div class="verse">His lambs upon his breast are laid;</div> +<div class="vind2">His hungry ones he feeds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I where'er he went would go,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor question where the paths might lead;</div> +<div class="verse">Enough to know that here below</div> +<div class="vind2">I walked with God indeed!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If it be thus, O Lord of mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">In absence is thy love forgot?</div> +<div class="verse">And must I, when I walk, repine</div> +<div class="vind2">Because I see thee not?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If this be thus, if this be thus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since our poor prayers yet reach thee, Lord,</div> +<div class="verse">Since we are weak, once more to us</div> +<div class="vind2">Reveal the living Word!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O nearer to me, in the dark,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of life's low house, one moment stand;</div> +<div class="verse">And give me keener eyes to mark</div> +<div class="vind2">The moving of thy hand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Bulwer Lytton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's not a craving in the mind</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou dost not meet and still;</div> +<div class="verse">There's not a wish the heart can have</div> +<div class="vind2">Which thou dost not fulfill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FINDING ALL IN JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Love that wilt not let me go,</div> +<div class="vind2">I rest my weary soul on thee;</div> +<div class="verse">I give thee back the life I owe,</div> +<div class="verse">That in thine ocean depth its flow</div> +<div class="vind2">May richer, fuller be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Light that followest all my way,</div> +<div class="vind2">I yield my flickering torch to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">My heart restores its borrowed ray,</div> +<div class="verse">That in thy sunshine's blaze its day</div> +<div class="vind2">May brighter, fairer be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Joy that seekest me through pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">I cannot close my heart to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">I trace the rainbow through the rain,</div> +<div class="verse">And feel the promise is not vain,</div> +<div class="vind2">That morn shall tearless be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Cross that liftest up my head,</div> +<div class="vind2">I dare not ask to fly from thee;</div> +<div class="verse">I lay in dust life's glory dead,</div> +<div class="verse">And from the ground there blossoms red</div> +<div class="vind2">Life that shall endless be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Matheson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EAST LONDON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead</div> +<div class="vind2">Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the pale weaver, through his windows seen</div> +<div class="verse">In Spitalfields, look'd thrice dispirited.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I met a preacher there I knew, and said:</div> +<div class="vind2">"Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?"</div> +<div class="vind2">"Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been</div> +<div class="verse">Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, <i>the living bread</i>."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O human soul! as long as thou canst so</div> +<div class="vind2">Set up a mark of everlasting light</div> +<div class="verse">Above the howling senses' ebb and flow</div> +<div class="verse">To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam—</div> +<div class="vind2">Not with lost toil thou laborest thro' the night!</div> +<div class="verse">Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">{235}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PRECIOUSNESS OF CHRIST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, the very thought of thee</div> +<div class="vind2">With sweetness fills the breast;</div> +<div class="verse">But sweeter far thy face to see,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in thy presence rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No voice can sing, no heart can frame,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor can the memory find,</div> +<div class="verse">A sweeter sound than thy blest name,</div> +<div class="vind2">O Saviour of mankind!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O hope of every contrite heart!</div> +<div class="vind2">O joy of all the meek!</div> +<div class="verse">To those who ask how kind thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">How good to those who seek!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But what to those who find? Ah, this</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor tongue nor pen can show;</div> +<div class="verse">The love of Jesus, what it is,</div> +<div class="vind2">None but his loved ones know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, our only joy be thou,</div> +<div class="vind2">As thou our prize wilt be;</div> +<div class="verse">In thee be all our glory now,</div> +<div class="vind2">And through eternity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. by Edward Caswall.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A LITTLE TALK WITH JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A little talk with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">How it smooths the rugged road!</div> +<div class="verse">How it seems to help me onward,</div> +<div class="vind2">When I faint beneath my load;</div> +<div class="verse">When my heart is crushed with sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And my eyes with tears are dim,</div> +<div class="verse">There is naught can yield me comfort</div> +<div class="vind2">Like a little talk with him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, this is what I'm wanting—</div> +<div class="vind2">His lovely face to see;</div> +<div class="verse">And, I'm not afraid to say it,</div> +<div class="vind2">I know he's wanting me.</div> +<div class="verse">He gave his life my ransom,</div> +<div class="vind2">To make me all his own,</div> +<div class="verse">And he'll ne'er forget his promise</div> +<div class="vind2">To me his purchased one.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot live without him,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor would I if I could;</div> +<div class="verse">He is my daily portion,</div> +<div class="vind2">My medicine and food.</div> +<div class="verse">He's altogether lovely,</div> +<div class="vind2">None can with him compare;</div> +<div class="verse">Chiefest among ten thousand,</div> +<div class="vind2">And fairest of the fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So I'll wait a little longer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till his appointed time,</div> +<div class="verse">And along the upward pathway</div> +<div class="vind2">My pilgrim feet shall climb.</div> +<div class="verse">There in my Father's dwelling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where many mansions be,</div> +<div class="verse">I shall sweetly talk with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he will talk with me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOTHING TO WISH OR TO FEAR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">His name yields the richest perfume,</div> +<div class="vind2">And sweeter than music his voice;</div> +<div class="verse">His presence disperses my gloom,</div> +<div class="vind2">And makes all within me rejoice;</div> +<div class="verse">I should, were he always thus nigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">Have nothing to wish or to fear;</div> +<div class="verse">No mortal so happy as I,</div> +<div class="vind2">My summer would last all the year.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Content with beholding his face,</div> +<div class="vind2">My all to his pleasure resigned,</div> +<div class="verse">No changes of season or place</div> +<div class="vind2">Would make any change in my mind;</div> +<div class="verse">While blest with a sense of his love</div> +<div class="vind2">A palace a toy would appear;</div> +<div class="verse">And prisons would palaces prove</div> +<div class="vind2">If Jesus would dwell with me there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HEART OF GOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no love like the love of Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Never to fade or fall</div> +<div class="verse">Till into the fold of the peace of God</div> +<div class="vind2">He has gathered us all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Filled with a tender lore;</div> +<div class="verse">Not a throb or throe our hearts can know</div> +<div class="vind2">But he suffered before.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no voice like the voice of Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">Ah! how sweet its chime,</div> +<div class="verse">Like the musical ring of some rushing spring</div> +<div class="vind2">In the summer-time!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O might we listen that voice of Jesus!</div> +<div class="vind2">O might we never roam</div> +<div class="verse">Till our souls should rest, in peace, on his breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">In the heavenly home!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—W. E. Littlewood.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">{236}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TOUCH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"He touched her hand, and the fever left her."</div> +<div class="vind2">He touched her hand as he only can,</div> +<div class="verse">With the wondrous skill of the Great Physician,</div> +<div class="vind2">With the tender touch of the Son of man,</div> +<div class="verse">And the fever-pain in the throbbing temples</div> +<div class="vind2">Died out with the flush on brow and cheek,</div> +<div class="verse">And the lips that had been so parched and burning</div> +<div class="vind2">Trembled with thanks that she could not speak,</div> +<div class="verse">And the eyes where the fever light had faded</div> +<div class="vind2">Looked up, by her grateful tears made dim,</div> +<div class="verse">And she rose and ministered in her household;</div> +<div class="vind2">She rose and ministered unto him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"He touched her hand, and the fever left her."</div> +<div class="vind2">O blessed touch of the Man divine!</div> +<div class="verse">So beautiful to arise and serve him</div> +<div class="vind2">When the fever is gone from your life and mine.</div> +<div class="verse">It may be the fever of restless serving</div> +<div class="vind2">With heart all thirsty for love and praise,</div> +<div class="verse">And eyes all aching and strained with yearning</div> +<div class="vind2">Toward self-set goals in the future days.</div> +<div class="verse">Or it may be fever of spirit anguish,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some tempest of sorrow that does not down,</div> +<div class="verse">Till the cross at last is in meekness lifted</div> +<div class="vind2">And the head stoops low for the thorny crown.</div> +<div class="verse">Or it may be a fever of pain and anger,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the wounded spirit is hard to bear,</div> +<div class="verse">And only the Lord can draw forth the arrows</div> +<div class="vind2">Left carelessly, cruelly rankling there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whatever the fever, his touch can heal it;</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever the tempest, his voice can still.</div> +<div class="verse">There is only a rest as we seek his pleasure,</div> +<div class="vind2">There is only a rest as we choose his will.</div> +<div class="verse">And some day, after life's fitful fever,</div> +<div class="vind2">I think we shall say, in the home on high,</div> +<div class="verse">"If the hands that he touched but did his bidding,</div> +<div class="vind2">How little it matters what else went by!"</div> +<div class="verse">Ah, Lord, Thou knowest us altogether,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each heart's sore sickness, whatever it be;</div> +<div class="verse">Touch thou our hands! Let the fever leave us,</div> +<div class="vind2">And so shall we minister unto thee!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS OUR JOY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!</div> +<div class="verse">From the best bliss that earth imparts</div> +<div class="vind2">We turn, unfilled, to thee again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou savest those that on thee call;</div> +<div class="verse">To them that seek thee thou art good,</div> +<div class="vind2">To them that find thee, all in all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We taste thee, O thou Living Bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">And long to feast upon thee still;</div> +<div class="verse">We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,</div> +<div class="vind2">And thirst our souls from thee to fill!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Our restless spirits yearn for thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Where'er our changeful lot is cast;</div> +<div class="verse">Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus, ever with us stay;</div> +<div class="vind2">Make all our moments calm and bright;</div> +<div class="verse">Chase the dark night of sin away;</div> +<div class="vind2">Shed o'er the world thy holy light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. by Ray Palmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FRIEND OF SOULS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Friend of souls! how blest the time</div> +<div class="vind2">When in thy love I rest!</div> +<div class="verse">When from my weariness I climb</div> +<div class="vind2">E'en to thy tender breast!</div> +<div class="verse">The night of sorrow endeth there,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy rays outshine the sun;</div> +<div class="verse">And in thy pardon and thy care</div> +<div class="vind2">The heaven of heavens is won.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">{237}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The world may call itself my foe,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or flatter and allure,</div> +<div class="verse">I care not for the world—I go</div> +<div class="vind2">To this tried friend and sure.</div> +<div class="verse">And when life's fiercest storms are sent</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon life's wildest sea,</div> +<div class="verse">My little bark is confident</div> +<div class="vind2">Because it holdeth thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the law threatens endless death</div> +<div class="vind2">Upon the awful hill,</div> +<div class="verse">Straightway from her consuming breath</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul goes higher still—</div> +<div class="verse">Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain,</div> +<div class="vind2">And maketh him her home,</div> +<div class="verse">Whence she will not go out again,</div> +<div class="vind2">And where death cannnot come.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I do not fear the wilderness—</div> +<div class="vind2">Where thou hast been before;</div> +<div class="verse">Nay, rather will I daily press</div> +<div class="vind2">After thee, near thee, more.</div> +<div class="verse">Thou art my food, on thee I lean;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou makest my heart sing;</div> +<div class="verse">And to thy heavenly pastures green</div> +<div class="vind2">All thy dear flock dost bring.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if the gate that opens there</div> +<div class="vind2">Be dark to other men,</div> +<div class="verse">It is not dark to those who share</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart of Jesus then.</div> +<div class="verse">That is not losing much of life</div> +<div class="vind2">Which is not losing thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Who art as present in the strife</div> +<div class="vind2">As in the victory.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To others death seems dark and grim,</div> +<div class="vind2">But not, O Lord, to me;</div> +<div class="verse">I know thou ne'er forsakest him</div> +<div class="vind2">Who puts his trust in thee.</div> +<div class="verse">Nay, rather with a joyful heart</div> +<div class="vind2">I welcome the release</div> +<div class="verse">From this dark desert, and depart</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy eternal peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Wolfgang C. Dessler.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MY LORD AND I</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have a Friend so precious,</div> +<div class="vind2">So very dear to me,</div> +<div class="verse">He loves me with such tender love,</div> +<div class="vind2">He loves so faithfully,</div> +<div class="verse">I could not live apart from him,</div> +<div class="vind2">I love to feel him nigh;</div> +<div class="verse">And so we dwell together,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sometimes I'm faint and weary;</div> +<div class="vind2">He knows that I am weak,</div> +<div class="verse">And as he bids me lean on him</div> +<div class="vind2">His help I gladly seek;</div> +<div class="verse">He leads me in the paths of light</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath a sunny sky,</div> +<div class="verse">And so we walk together,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knows how much I love him,</div> +<div class="vind2">He knows I love him well,</div> +<div class="verse">But with what love he loveth me</div> +<div class="vind2">My tongue can never tell.</div> +<div class="verse">It is an everlasting love</div> +<div class="vind2">In ever rich supply,</div> +<div class="verse">And so we love each other,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I tell him all my sorrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">I tell him all my joys,</div> +<div class="verse">I tell him all that pleases me,</div> +<div class="vind2">I tell him what annoys.</div> +<div class="verse">He tells me what I ought to do,</div> +<div class="vind2">He tells me how to try,</div> +<div class="verse">And so we talk together,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He knows how I am longing</div> +<div class="vind2">Some weary soul to win,</div> +<div class="verse">And so he bids me go and speak</div> +<div class="vind2">The loving word for him.</div> +<div class="verse">He bids me tell his wondrous love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And why he came to die,</div> +<div class="verse">And so we work together,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have his yoke upon me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And easy 'tis to bear;</div> +<div class="verse">In the burden which he carries</div> +<div class="vind2">I gladly take a share;</div> +<div class="verse">For then it is my happiness</div> +<div class="vind2">To have him always nigh;</div> +<div class="verse">We bear the yoke together,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and I.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—L. Shorey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ever, when tempted, make me see,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the olive's moon-pierced shade,</div> +<div class="verse">My God alone, outstretched and bruised,</div> +<div class="vind2">And bleeding on the earth he made;</div> +<div class="verse">And make me feel it was my sin,</div> +<div class="vind2">As though no other sin there were,</div> +<div class="verse">That was to him who bears the world</div> +<div class="vind2">A load that he could scarcely bear.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">{238}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS ALL-SUFFICIENT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">If only he is mine—</div> +<div class="vind4">If but this poor heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Never more, in grief or joy,</div> +<div class="vind4">May from him depart,</div> +<div class="verse">Then farewell to sadness;</div> +<div class="verse">All I feel is love, and hope, and gladness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">If only he is mine,</div> +<div class="vind4">Then from all below,</div> +<div class="vind2">Leaning on my pilgrim staff,</div> +<div class="vind4">Gladly forth I go</div> +<div class="verse">From the crowd who follow,</div> +<div class="verse">In the broad, bright road, their pleasures false and hollow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">If only he is mine,</div> +<div class="vind4">Then all else is given;</div> +<div class="vind2">Every blessing lifts my eyes</div> +<div class="vind4">And my heart to heaven.</div> +<div class="verse">Filled with heavenly love,</div> +<div class="verse">Earthly hopes and fears no longer tempt to move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">There, when he is mine,</div> +<div class="vind4">Is my Fatherland,</div> +<div class="vind2">And my heritage of bliss</div> +<div class="vind4">Cometh from his hand.</div> +<div class="verse">Now I find again,</div> +<div class="verse">In his people, love long lost, and mourned in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Novalis.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS SUPREME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">Live o'er again in me,</div> +<div class="verse">That, filled with love, I may become</div> +<div class="vind2">A Christ in my degree.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">My inmost being fill;</div> +<div class="verse">So shall I think as thou dost think,</div> +<div class="vind2">And will as thou dost will.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy life transfigure mine;</div> +<div class="verse">And through this veil of mortal flesh</div> +<div class="vind2">Here may thy glory shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy love's constraint I feel,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy cross I see, and mind and heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Obey its mute appeal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus Christ,</div> +<div class="vind2">And when this life is o'er</div> +<div class="verse">May I be with thee where thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">Like thee, forever more.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL FOR JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I sing for thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord and Light?</div> +<div class="verse">What shall I bring to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Master, to-night?</div> +<div class="verse">O for the strong desire!</div> +<div class="verse">O for the touch of fire!</div> +<div class="verse">Then shall my tuneful lyre</div> +<div class="vind2">Praise thee aright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou hast given all for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Saviour divine!</div> +<div class="verse">I would give all to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Evermore thine!</div> +<div class="verse">Let my heart cling to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Let my lips sing for thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me just bring to thee</div> +<div class="vind2">All that is mine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Didst thou not die for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ransom for sin?</div> +<div class="verse">Ascending on high for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Pleading within?</div> +<div class="verse">All shall be dross for thee,</div> +<div class="verse">All shall be loss for thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Welcome the cross for thee</div> +<div class="vind2">I, too, shall win!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What can I do for thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glorious Friend?</div> +<div class="verse">Let me be true to thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Right to the end!</div> +<div class="verse">Close to thy bleeding side,</div> +<div class="verse">Washed in the crimson tide,</div> +<div class="verse">On till the waves divide,</div> +<div class="vind2">Till I ascend!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then a still sweeter song,</div> +<div class="vind2">Jesus, I'll bring;</div> +<div class="verse">Up 'mid the ransomed throng</div> +<div class="vind2">Thee will I sing!</div> +<div class="verse">Never to leave thee now,</div> +<div class="verse">Never to grieve thee now,</div> +<div class="verse">Low at thy feet to bow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wonderful King!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Burton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O who like thee, so calm, so bright,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord Jesus Christ, thou Light of light;</div> +<div class="verse">O who like thee did ever go</div> +<div class="verse">So patient through a world of woe?</div> +<div class="verse">O who like thee so humbly bore</div> +<div class="verse">The scorn, the scoffs of men, before;</div> +<div class="verse">So meek, so lowly, yet so high,</div> +<div class="verse">So glorious in humility?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">{239}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Through all thy lifelong weary years,</div> +<div class="verse">A Man of sorrows and of tears,</div> +<div class="verse">The cross, where all our sins were laid,</div> +<div class="verse">Upon thy bending shoulders weighed;</div> +<div class="verse">And death, that sets the prisoner free,</div> +<div class="verse">Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet love through all thy torture glowed,</div> +<div class="verse">And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O wondrous Lord, our souls would be</div> +<div class="verse">Still more and more conformed to thee!</div> +<div class="verse">Would lose the pride, the taint of sin,</div> +<div class="verse">That burns these fevered veins within?</div> +<div class="verse">And learn of thee, the lowly One,</div> +<div class="verse">And, like thee, all our journey run,</div> +<div class="verse">Above the world, and all its mirth,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet weeping still with weeping earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be with us as we onward go;</div> +<div class="verse">Illumine all our way of woe;</div> +<div class="verse">And grant us ever on the road</div> +<div class="verse">To trace the footsteps of our God;</div> +<div class="verse">That when thou shalt appear, arrayed</div> +<div class="verse">In light, to judge the quick and dead,</div> +<div class="verse">We may to life immortal soar</div> +<div class="verse">Through thee, who livest evermore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur Cleveland Coxe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It passeth knowledge, that dear love of thine,</div> +<div class="verse">My Jesus! Saviour! Yet this soul of mine</div> +<div class="verse">Would of that love in all its depth and length,</div> +<div class="verse">Its height and breadth and everlasting strength,</div> +<div class="vind6">Know more and more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It passeth telling, that dear love of thine,</div> +<div class="verse">My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine</div> +<div class="verse">Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near</div> +<div class="verse">A love which can remove all guilty fear,</div> +<div class="vind6">And love beget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It passeth praises, that dear love of thine,</div> +<div class="verse">My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine</div> +<div class="verse">Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free,</div> +<div class="verse">Which brought an undone sinner, such as me,</div> +<div class="vind6">Right home to God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But ah! I cannot tell, or sing, or know,</div> +<div class="verse">The fulness of that love whilst here below,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet my poor vessel I may freely bring;</div> +<div class="verse">O thou who art of love the living spring,</div> +<div class="vind6">My vessel fill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I <i>am</i> an empty vessel! scarce one thought</div> +<div class="verse">Or look of love to thee I've ever brought;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet, I may come and come again to thee</div> +<div class="verse">With this—the contrite sinner's truthful plea—</div> +<div class="vind6">"<i>Thou lovest me!</i>"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh! <i>fill</i> me, Jesus! Saviour! with thy love!</div> +<div class="verse">My woes but drive me to the fount above:</div> +<div class="verse">Thither may I in childlike faith draw nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">And never to another fountain fly</div> +<div class="vind6">But unto thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And when, my Jesus, thy dear face I see,</div> +<div class="verse">When at that lofty throne I bend the knee,</div> +<div class="verse">Then of thy love—in all its breadth and length,</div> +<div class="verse">Its height and depth, and everlasting strength—</div> +<div class="vind6">My soul shall sing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Shekelnot.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SEEING JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would see Jesus. As I muse, and, thinking,</div> +<div class="vind2">Grow amazed—bewildered with a strange delight,</div> +<div class="verse">My faith is roused, my spirit seemeth drinking</div> +<div class="vind2">A foretaste of that ever-longed-for sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I know that I <i>shall</i> see him; in that hour</div> +<div class="vind2">When he from fleshly bonds release doth give,</div> +<div class="verse">Earth's mists dispersing at his word of power,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then shall I look upon my God and live!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O blessed hope! O glorious aspiration!</div> +<div class="vind2">A little while and I the Christ shall see!</div> +<div class="verse">A patient waiting for the full salvation—</div> +<div class="vind2">Then shall I know my Lord as he knows me.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have seen the face of Jesus:</div> +<div class="vind2">Tell me not of aught beside.</div> +<div class="verse">I have heard the voice of Jesus:</div> +<div class="vind2">All my soul is satisfied.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">{240}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SHE BROUGHT HER BOX OF ALABASTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She brought her box of alabaster;</div> +<div class="vind2">The precious spikenard filled the room</div> +<div class="verse">With honor worthy of the Master,</div> +<div class="vind2">A costly, rare, and rich perfume.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Her tears for sin fell hot and thickly</div> +<div class="vind2">On his dear feet, outstretched and bare;</div> +<div class="verse">Unconscious how, she wiped them quickly</div> +<div class="vind2">With the long ringlets of her hair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And richly fall those raven tresses</div> +<div class="vind2">Adown her cheek, like willow leaves,</div> +<div class="verse">As stooping still, with fond caresses,</div> +<div class="vind2">She plies her task of love, and grieves.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh may we thus, like loving Mary,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ever our choicest offerings bring,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor grudging of our toil, nor chary</div> +<div class="vind2">Of costly service to our King.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Methinks I hear from Christian lowly</div> +<div class="vind2">Some hallowed voice at evening rise,</div> +<div class="verse">Or quiet morn, or in the holy</div> +<div class="vind2">Unclouded calm of Sabbath skies;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bring my box of alabaster,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of earthly loves I break the shrine,</div> +<div class="verse">And pour affections, purer, vaster,</div> +<div class="vind2">On that dear head, those feet of thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The joys I prized, the hopes I cherished,</div> +<div class="vind2">The fairest flowers my fancy wove,</div> +<div class="verse">Behold my fondest idols perished,</div> +<div class="vind2">Receive the incense of my love!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though the scornful world, deriding,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such waste of love, of service, fears?</div> +<div class="verse">Still let me pour, through taunt and chiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">The rich libation of my tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bring my box of alabaster;</div> +<div class="vind2">Accepted let the offering rise!</div> +<div class="verse">So grateful tears shall flow the faster,</div> +<div class="vind2">In founts of gladness from mine eyes!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—C. L. Ford.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not I but Christ be honored, loved, exalted,</div> +<div class="verse">Not I but Christ be seen, be known, be heard,</div> +<div class="verse">Not I but Christ in every look and action,</div> +<div class="verse">Not I but Christ in every thought and word.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS, I LOVE THEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, I love thee, not because</div> +<div class="vind2">I hope for heaven thereby,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor yet because, if I love not,</div> +<div class="vind2">I must forever die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thee, Saviour dear, and still</div> +<div class="vind2">I ever will love thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Solely because my God, thou art,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who first hast lovèd me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For me to lowest depth of woe</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou didst thyself abase;</div> +<div class="verse">For me didst bear the cross and shame,</div> +<div class="vind2">And manifold disgrace;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For me didst suffer pain unknown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blood-sweat and agony—</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, death itself—all, all for me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who was thine enemy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then why, O blessed Saviour mine.</div> +<div class="vind2">Should I not love thee well?</div> +<div class="verse">Not for the sake of winning heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor of escaping hell.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not with the hope of gaining aught,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor seeking a reward;</div> +<div class="verse">But freely, fully, as thyself</div> +<div class="vind2">Hast lovèd me, O Lord!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Even so I love thee, and will love,</div> +<div class="vind2">And in thy praise will sing,</div> +<div class="verse">Solely because thou art my God</div> +<div class="vind2">And my eternal king.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Xavier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I'VE FOUND A JOY IN SORROW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I've found a joy in sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">A secret balm for pain,</div> +<div class="verse">A beautiful to-morrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Of sunshine after rain;</div> +<div class="verse">I've found a branch of healing</div> +<div class="vind2">Near every bitter spring,</div> +<div class="verse">A whispered promise stealing</div> +<div class="vind2">O'er every broken string.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I've found a glad hosanna</div> +<div class="vind2">For every woe and wail,</div> +<div class="verse">A handful of sweet manna</div> +<div class="vind2">When grapes of Eschol fail;</div> +<div class="verse">I've found a Rock of Ages</div> +<div class="vind2">When desert wells were dry;</div> +<div class="verse">And, after weary stages,</div> +<div class="vind2">I've found an Elim nigh<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">{241}</a></span>—</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An Elim with its coolness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Its fountains, and its shade;</div> +<div class="verse">A blessing in its fullness</div> +<div class="vind2">When buds of promise fade;</div> +<div class="verse">O'er tears of soft contrition</div> +<div class="vind2">I've seen a rainbow light;</div> +<div class="verse">A glory and fruition</div> +<div class="vind2">So near!—yet out of sight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My Saviour, thee possessing,</div> +<div class="vind2">I have the joy, the balm.</div> +<div class="verse">The healing and the blessing.</div> +<div class="vind2">The sunshine and the psalm;</div> +<div class="verse">The promise for the fearful,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Elim for the faint,</div> +<div class="verse">The rainbow for the tearful,</div> +<div class="vind2">The glory for the saint!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PATIENCE OF JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone</div> +<div class="vind2">Around thy steps below!</div> +<div class="verse">What patient love was seen in all</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy life and death of woe!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For ever on thy burdened heart</div> +<div class="vind2">A weight of sorrow hung;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet no ungentle, murmuring word</div> +<div class="vind2">Escaped thy silent tongue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy friends unfaithful prove;</div> +<div class="verse">Unwearied in forgiveness still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy heart could only love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O give us hearts to love like thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Like thee, O Lord, to grieve</div> +<div class="verse">Far more for others' sins than all</div> +<div class="vind2">The wrongs that we receive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One with thyself, may every eye</div> +<div class="vind2">In us, thy brethren, see</div> +<div class="verse">That gentleness and grace that spring</div> +<div class="vind2">From union, Lord, with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Denny.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">True wisdom is in leaning</div> +<div class="vind2">On Jesus Christ, our Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">True wisdom is in trusting</div> +<div class="vind2">His own life-giving word;</div> +<div class="verse">True wisdom is in living</div> +<div class="vind2">Near Jesus every day;</div> +<div class="verse">True wisdom is in walking</div> +<div class="vind2">Where he shall lead the way.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TELL ME ABOUT THE MASTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tell me about the Master!</div> +<div class="vind2">I am weary and worn to-night,</div> +<div class="verse">The day lies behind me in shadow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And only the evening is light;</div> +<div class="verse">Light with a radiant glory</div> +<div class="vind2">That lingers about the west;</div> +<div class="verse">My poor heart is aweary, aweary,</div> +<div class="vind2">And longs, like a child, for rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tell me about the Master!</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the hills he in loneliness trod,</div> +<div class="verse">When the tears and the blood of his anguish</div> +<div class="vind2">Dropped down on Judea's sod.</div> +<div class="verse">For to me life's numerous milestones</div> +<div class="vind2">But a sorrowful journey mark;</div> +<div class="verse">Rough lies the hill country before me,</div> +<div class="vind2">The mountains behind me are dark.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Tell me about the Master!</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the wrong he freely forgave:</div> +<div class="verse">Of his love and tender compassion,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of his love that is mighty to save;</div> +<div class="verse">For my heart is aweary, aweary</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the woes and temptations of life,</div> +<div class="verse">Of the error that stalks in the noonday,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of falsehood and malice and strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet I know that, whatever of sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Or pain or temptation befall,</div> +<div class="verse">The infinite Master has suffered,</div> +<div class="vind2">And knoweth and pitieth all.</div> +<div class="verse">So tell me the sweet old story,</div> +<div class="vind2">That falls on each wound like a balm,</div> +<div class="verse">And my heart that was bruised and broken</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall grow patient and strong and calm.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESU</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesu is in my heart, his sacred name</div> +<div class="verse">Is deeply carved there; but the other week</div> +<div class="verse">A great affliction broke the little frame,</div> +<div class="verse">E'en all to pieces; which I went to seek;</div> +<div class="verse">And first I found the corner where was J,</div> +<div class="verse">After where ES, and next where U was graved.</div> +<div class="verse">When I had got these parcels, instantly</div> +<div class="verse">I sat me down to spell them, and perceived</div> +<div class="verse">That to my broken heart he was I EASE YOU,</div> +<div class="vind6">And to my whole is JESU.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">{242}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SEALED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am thine own, O Christ—</div> +<div class="vind2">Henceforth entirely thine;</div> +<div class="verse">And life from this glad hour,</div> +<div class="vind6">New life, is mine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No earthly joy shall lure</div> +<div class="vind2">My quiet soul from thee;</div> +<div class="verse">This deep delight, so pure,</div> +<div class="vind6">Is heaven to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My little song of praise</div> +<div class="vind2">In sweet content I sing;</div> +<div class="verse">To thee the note I raise,</div> +<div class="vind6">My King, my King!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I cannot tell the art</div> +<div class="vind2">By which such bliss is given;</div> +<div class="verse">I know thou hast my heart,</div> +<div class="vind6">And I—have heaven!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O peace! O holy rest!</div> +<div class="vind2">O balmy breath of love!</div> +<div class="verse">O heart divinest, best,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thy depth I prove.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I ask this gift of thee—</div> +<div class="vind2">A life all lily fair,</div> +<div class="verse">And fragrant as the gardens be</div> +<div class="vind6">Where seraphs are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Helen Bradley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS, MY GOD AND MY ALL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus! Jesus! dearest Lord!</div> +<div class="vind2">Forgive me if I say</div> +<div class="verse">For very love thy sacred name</div> +<div class="vind2">A thousand times a day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I love thee so, I know not how</div> +<div class="vind2">My transports to control;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy love is like a burning fire</div> +<div class="vind2">Within my very soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O wonderful! that thou shouldst let</div> +<div class="vind2">So vile a heart as mine</div> +<div class="verse">Love thee with such a love as this,</div> +<div class="vind2">And make so free with thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The craft of this wise world of ours</div> +<div class="vind2">Poor wisdom seems to me;</div> +<div class="verse">Ah! dearest Jesus! I have grown</div> +<div class="vind2">Childish with love of thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For thou to me art all in all,</div> +<div class="vind2">My honor and my wealth,</div> +<div class="verse">My heart's desire, my body's strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul's eternal health.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Burn, burn, O Love! within my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Burn fiercely night and day,</div> +<div class="verse">'Till all the dross of earthly loves</div> +<div class="vind2">Is burned, and burned away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O light in darkness, joy in grief,</div> +<div class="vind2">O heaven begun on earth!</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus! my love! my treasure! who</div> +<div class="vind2">Can tell what thou art worth?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus! Jesus! sweetest Lord!</div> +<div class="vind2">What art thou not to me?</div> +<div class="verse">Each hour brings joys before unknown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each day new liberty!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What limit is there to thee, love?</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy flight where wilt thou stay?</div> +<div class="verse">On! on! our Lord is sweeter far</div> +<div class="vind2">To-day than yesterday.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O love of Jesus! blessed love!</div> +<div class="vind2">So will it ever be;</div> +<div class="verse">Time cannot hold thy wondrous growth,</div> +<div class="vind2">No, nor eternity.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederick William Faber.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LOVE—JOY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As on a window late I cast mine eye,</div> +<div class="verse">I saw a vine drop grapes with J and C</div> +<div class="verse">Anneal'd on every bunch. One standing by</div> +<div class="verse">Ask'd what it meant. I (who am never loth</div> +<div class="verse">To spend my judgment) said it seem'd to me</div> +<div class="verse">To be the body and the letters both</div> +<div class="verse">Of Joy and Charity. Sir, you have not miss'd,</div> +<div class="verse">The man replied; it figures JESUS CHRIST.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Herbert.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHY NOT?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why not leave them all with Jesus—</div> +<div class="vind6">All thy cares,</div> +<div class="verse">All the things that fret thee daily,</div> +<div class="vind6">Earth's affairs?</div> +<div class="verse">Pour out all thy sin and longing;</div> +<div class="vind6">He has felt</div> +<div class="verse">Need of human love as thou hast,</div> +<div class="vind6">And has knelt</div> +<div class="verse">At his Father's feet, imploring,</div> +<div class="vind6">For the day,</div> +<div class="verse">Strength to guard against temptation</div> +<div class="vind6">By the way.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">{243}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why not leave them all with Jesus—</div> +<div class="vind6">On his breast</div> +<div class="verse">Find a balm for all earth-suffering,</div> +<div class="vind6">Peace and rest?</div> +<div class="verse">Ah! he knows that thou hast striven</div> +<div class="vind6">To walk right;</div> +<div class="verse">Longs to make the thorny pathway</div> +<div class="vind6">Clear and bright.</div> +<div class="verse">See, he bathes thy feet, all bleeding,</div> +<div class="vind6">With his tears!</div> +<div class="verse">Give to him thyself, thy burden,</div> +<div class="vind6">And thy fears.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JESUS ON THE SEA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the storm of the mountains on Galilee fell</div> +<div class="vind2">And lifted its waters on high—</div> +<div class="verse">And the faithless disciples were bound in the spell</div> +<div class="vind2">Of mysterious alarm—their terrors to quell</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus whispered, "Fear not: it is I."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The storm could not bury that word in the wave,</div> +<div class="vind2">For 'twas taught through the tempest to fly;</div> +<div class="verse">It shall reach his disciples in every clime,</div> +<div class="vind2">And his voice shall be near, in each troublous time,</div> +<div class="verse">Saying, "Be not afraid: it is I."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the spirit is broken with sickness or sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And comfort is ready to die;</div> +<div class="verse">The darkness shall pass and, in gladness to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">The wounded complete consolation shall borrow</div> +<div class="verse">From his life-giving word, "It is I."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When death is at hand, and the cottage of clay</div> +<div class="vind2">Is left with a tremulous sigh,</div> +<div class="verse">The gracious forerunner is smoothing the way</div> +<div class="vind2">For its tenant to pass to unchangeable day,</div> +<div class="verse">Saying, "Be not afraid: it is I."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the waters are passed, and the glories unknown</div> +<div class="vind2">Burst forth on the wondering eye,</div> +<div class="verse">The compassionate "Lamb in the midst of the throne"</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall welcome, encourage, and comfort his own,</div> +<div class="verse">And say, "Be not afraid: it is I."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LET US SEE JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen</div> +<div class="vind2">Across the little landscape of our life;</div> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—our weak faith to strengthen</div> +<div class="vind2">For the last weariness, the mortal strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—for life's hand hath rested</div> +<div class="vind2">With its dark touch on weary heart and brow;</div> +<div class="verse">And though our souls have many billows breasted</div> +<div class="vind2">Others are rising in the distance now.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—other lights are paling</div> +<div class="vind2">Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;</div> +<div class="verse">The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing—</div> +<div class="vind2">We would not mourn them, for we come to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—yet the spirit lingers</div> +<div class="vind2">Round the dear object it has loved so long,</div> +<div class="verse">And earth from earth will scarce unclose its fingers,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our love for thee makes not this love less strong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—the strong Rock-foundation</div> +<div class="vind2">Whereon our feet are set by sovereign grace;</div> +<div class="verse">Not life or death, with all their agitation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Can thence remove us if we seek his face.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—sense is all too blinding,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heaven appears too dim and far away;</div> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—to gain the sweet reminding</div> +<div class="vind2">That thou hast promised our great debt to pay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—that is all we're needing,</div> +<div class="vind2">Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;</div> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus—dying, risen, pleading—</div> +<div class="vind2">Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna B. Warner.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">{244}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SONG OF LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To thee, O dear, dear Saviour!</div> +<div class="vind2">My spirit turns for rest;</div> +<div class="verse">My peace is in thy favor,</div> +<div class="vind2">My pillow on thy breast;</div> +<div class="verse">Though all the world deceive me,</div> +<div class="vind2">I know that I am thine,</div> +<div class="verse">And thou wilt never leave me,</div> +<div class="vind2">O blessed Saviour mine!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In thee my trust abideth,</div> +<div class="vind2">On thee my hope relies,</div> +<div class="verse">O thou whose love provideth</div> +<div class="vind2">For all beneath the skies!</div> +<div class="verse">O thou whose mercy found me,</div> +<div class="vind2">From bondage set me free,</div> +<div class="verse">And then forever bound me</div> +<div class="vind2">With threefold cords to thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My grief is in the dullness</div> +<div class="vind2">With which this sluggish heart</div> +<div class="verse">Doth open to the fullness</div> +<div class="vind2">Of all thou wouldst impart;</div> +<div class="verse">My joy is in thy beauty</div> +<div class="vind2">Of holiness divine,</div> +<div class="verse">My comfort in the duty</div> +<div class="vind2">That binds my life to thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Alas! that I should ever</div> +<div class="vind2">Have fail'd in love to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">The only One who never</div> +<div class="vind2">Forgot or slighted me.</div> +<div class="verse">O for a heart to love thee</div> +<div class="vind2">More truly as I ought,</div> +<div class="verse">And nothing place above thee</div> +<div class="vind2">In deed, or word, or thought.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O for that choicest blessing</div> +<div class="vind2">Of living in thy love,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus on earth possessing</div> +<div class="vind2">The peace of heaven above!</div> +<div class="verse">O for the bliss that by it</div> +<div class="vind2">The soul securely knows,</div> +<div class="verse">The holy calm and quiet</div> +<div class="vind2">Of faith's serene repose!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Samuel Bewley Monsell.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE UNFAILING FRIEND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus! Friend unfailing,</div> +<div class="vind2">How dear art thou to me!</div> +<div class="verse">Are cares and fears assailing?</div> +<div class="vind2">I find my strength in thee!</div> +<div class="verse">Why should my feet grow weary</div> +<div class="vind2">Of this my pilgrim way?</div> +<div class="verse">Rough though the path, and dreary,</div> +<div class="vind2">It ends in perfect day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Naught, naught I count as treasure;</div> +<div class="vind2">Compared, O Christ, with thee!</div> +<div class="verse">Thy sorrow without measure</div> +<div class="vind2">Earned peace and joy for me.</div> +<div class="verse">I love to own, Lord Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy claims o'er me and mine;</div> +<div class="verse">Bought with thy blood most precious,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose can I be but thine?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What fills my soul with gladness?</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis thine abounding grace!</div> +<div class="verse">Where can I look in sadness,</div> +<div class="vind2">But, Jesus, in thy face?</div> +<div class="verse">My all is thy providing;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy love can ne'er grow cold;</div> +<div class="verse">In thee, my refuge, hiding,</div> +<div class="vind2">No good wilt thou withhold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should I droop in sorrow?</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou'rt ever by my side:</div> +<div class="verse">Why, trembling, dread the morrow?</div> +<div class="vind2">What ill can e'er betide?</div> +<div class="verse">If I my cross have taken,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis but to follow thee;</div> +<div class="verse">If scorned, despised, forsaken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Naught severs me from thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Oh, worldly pomp and glory!</div> +<div class="vind2">Your charms are spread in vain!</div> +<div class="verse">I've heard a sweeter story,</div> +<div class="vind2">I've found a truer gain!</div> +<div class="verse">Where Christ a place prepareth,</div> +<div class="vind2">There is my loved abode;</div> +<div class="verse">There shall I gaze on Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">There shall I dwell with God!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For every tribulation,</div> +<div class="vind2">For every sore distress,</div> +<div class="verse">In Christ I've full salvation,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sure help, and quiet rest.</div> +<div class="verse">No fear of foes prevailing!</div> +<div class="vind2">I triumph, Lord, in thee!</div> +<div class="verse">O Jesus! Friend unfailing!</div> +<div class="vind2">How dear art thou to me!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SONG OF A HEATHEN</h4> + +<h5>(Sojourning in Galilee, A. D. 32)</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If Jesus Christ is a man—</div> +<div class="vind2">And only a man—I say</div> +<div class="verse">That of all mankind I cleave to him,</div> +<div class="vind2">And to him will I cleave alway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If Jesus Christ is a God—</div> +<div class="vind2">And the only God—I swear</div> +<div class="verse">I will follow him through heaven and hell,</div> +<div class="vind2">The earth, the sea, the air.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">{245}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"IT IS TOWARD EVENING"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abide with me, O Christ; thou must not go</div> +<div class="vind2">For life's brief day is now far down the west;</div> +<div class="verse">In dark'ning clouds my sun is sinking low;</div> +<div class="vind2">Lord, stay and soothe thy fretted child to rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abide with me; ere I can fall on sleep</div> +<div class="vind2">My throbbing head must on thy breast recline,</div> +<div class="verse">That I may hear anew thy voice, and feel</div> +<div class="vind2">The thrill of thy pierced hands in touch with mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abide with me; so then shall I have peace</div> +<div class="vind2">The world can never give nor take from me;</div> +<div class="verse">Nor life nor death can that calm peace disturb,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since life and death alike are gain through thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If life, 'tis well; for though in paths of pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">In desert place afar, I'm led aside,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet here 'tis joy my Master's cup to share;</div> +<div class="vind2">And so I pray, O Christ, with me abide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis gain if death; for in that far-off land—</div> +<div class="vind2">No longer far—no veil of flesh will dim</div> +<div class="verse">For me the wondrous beauty of my King,</div> +<div class="vind2">As he abides with me and I with him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abide with me; I have toiled gladly on,</div> +<div class="vind2">A little while, in stir of care and strife;</div> +<div class="verse">The task is laid aside at thy command,</div> +<div class="vind2">Make thou it perfect with thy perfect life.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BLESSED FACE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, these eyes have never seen</div> +<div class="vind2">That radiant form of thine;</div> +<div class="verse">The veil of sense hangs dark between</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy blessed face and mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I see thee not, I hear thee not,</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet art thou oft with me;</div> +<div class="verse">And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot</div> +<div class="vind2">As where I meet with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like some bright dream that comes unsought</div> +<div class="vind2">When slumbers o'er me roll,</div> +<div class="verse">Thine image ever fills my thought</div> +<div class="vind2">And charms my ravished soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet though I have not seen, and still</div> +<div class="vind2">Must rest in faith alone,</div> +<div class="verse">I love thee, dearest Lord, and will,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unseen but not unknown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When death these mortal eyes shall seal,</div> +<div class="vind2">And still this throbbing heart,</div> +<div class="verse">The rending veil shall thee reveal,</div> +<div class="vind2">All-glorious as thou art.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ray Palmer.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO THEE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bring my sins to thee</div> +<div class="vind2">The sins I cannot count,</div> +<div class="verse">That all may cleansed be</div> +<div class="vind2">In thy once-opened fount.</div> +<div class="verse">I bring them, Saviour, all to thee;</div> +<div class="verse">The burden is too great for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My heart to thee I bring,</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart I cannot read;</div> +<div class="verse">A faithless, wandering thing,</div> +<div class="vind2">An evil heart indeed.</div> +<div class="verse">I bring it, Saviour, now to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">That fixed and faithful it may be</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To thee I bring my care,</div> +<div class="vind2">The care I cannot flee;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou wilt not only share,</div> +<div class="vind2">But take it all for me.</div> +<div class="verse">O loving Saviour, now to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">I bring the load that wearies me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I bring my grief to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">The grief I cannot tell;</div> +<div class="verse">No words shall needed be,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou knowest all so well.</div> +<div class="verse">I bring the sorrow laid on me,</div> +<div class="verse">O suffering Saviour! all to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My joys to thee I bring,</div> +<div class="vind2">The joys thy love has given,</div> +<div class="verse">That each may be a wing</div> +<div class="vind2">To lift me nearer heaven.</div> +<div class="verse">I bring them, Saviour, all to thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Who hast procured them all for me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My life I bring to thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">I would not be my own;</div> +<div class="verse">O Saviour! let me be</div> +<div class="vind2">Thine ever, thine alone!</div> +<div class="verse">My heart, my life, my all, I bring</div> +<div class="verse">To thee, my Saviour and my King.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">{246}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE LONG TO SEE JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! we have longed to see him</div> +<div class="vind2">Since first the story of his love was told;</div> +<div class="verse">We would that he might sojourn now among us,</div> +<div class="vind2">As once he sojourned with the Jews of old.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! see the infant sleeping,</div> +<div class="vind2">As on our mother's knees we, too, have slept;</div> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! see him gently weeping,</div> +<div class="vind2">As we, in infancy, ourselves have wept.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would behold him, as he wandered lowly—</div> +<div class="vind2">No room for him, too often, in the inn—</div> +<div class="verse">Behold that life, the beautiful, the holy,</div> +<div class="vind2">The only sinless in this world of sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! we would have him with us,</div> +<div class="vind2">A guest beloved and honored at our board;</div> +<div class="verse">How blessed were our bread if it were broken</div> +<div class="vind2">Before the sacred presence of the Lord!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! we would have him with us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Friend of our households and our children dear,</div> +<div class="verse">Who still, should death and sorrow come among us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Would hasten to us, and would touch the bier.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! not alone in sorrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">But we would have him with us in our mirth;</div> +<div class="verse">He, at whose right hand are joys forever,</div> +<div class="vind2">Doth not disdain to bless the joys of earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus! but the wish is faithless;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou still art with us, who hast loved us well;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy blessed promise, "I am with you always,"</div> +<div class="vind2">Is ever faithful, O Immanuel!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna E. Hamilton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"TELL JESUS"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When thou wakest in the morning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere thou tread the untried way</div> +<div class="verse">Of the lot that lies before thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Through the coming busy day,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether sunbeams promise brightness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whether dim forebodings fall,</div> +<div class="verse">Be thy dawning glad or gloomy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Go to Jesus—tell him all!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the calm of sweet communion</div> +<div class="vind2">Let thy daily work be done;</div> +<div class="verse">In the peace of soul outpouring,</div> +<div class="vind2">Care be banished, patience won;</div> +<div class="verse">And if earth, with its enchantments,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seek the spirit to enthrall,</div> +<div class="verse">Ere thou listen, ere thou answer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Turn to Jesus—tell him all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, as hour by hour glides by thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wilt blessed guidance know;</div> +<div class="verse">Thine own burdens being lightened,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou canst bear another's woe;</div> +<div class="verse">Thou canst help the weak ones onward,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou canst raise up those that fall;</div> +<div class="verse">But remember, while thou servest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Still tell Jesus—tell him all!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if weariness creep o'er thee</div> +<div class="vind2">As the day wears to its close,</div> +<div class="verse">Or if sudden fierce temptation</div> +<div class="vind2">Brings thee face to face with foes,</div> +<div class="verse">In thy weakness, in thy peril,</div> +<div class="vind2">Raise to heaven a trustful call;</div> +<div class="verse">Strength and calm for every crisis</div> +<div class="vind2">Come—in telling Jesus all.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ANYWHERE WITH JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Says the Christian heart;</div> +<div class="verse">Let him take me where he will,</div> +<div class="vind2">So we do not part.</div> +<div class="verse">Always sitting at his feet</div> +<div class="vind2">There's no cause for fears;</div> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">In this vale of tears.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though he leadeth me</div> +<div class="verse">Where the path is rough and long.</div> +<div class="vind2">Where the dangers be;</div> +<div class="verse">Though he taketh from my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">All I love below,</div> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Will I gladly go.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">{247}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus—</div> +<div class="vind2">Though he please to bring</div> +<div class="verse">Into floods or fiercest flames,</div> +<div class="vind2">Into suffering;</div> +<div class="verse">Though he bid me work or wait,</div> +<div class="vind2">Only bear for him—</div> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">This shall be my hymn.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">For it cannot be</div> +<div class="verse">Dreary, dark, or desolate</div> +<div class="vind2">When he is with me;</div> +<div class="verse">He will love me to the end,</div> +<div class="vind2">Every need supply;</div> +<div class="verse">Anywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Should I live or die.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR ROCK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If life's pleasures cheer thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Give them not thy heart,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest the gifts ensnare thee</div> +<div class="vind2">From thy God to part;</div> +<div class="verse">His praises speak, his favor seek,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fix there thy hope's foundation,</div> +<div class="verse">Love him, and he shall ever be</div> +<div class="vind2">The Rock of thy salvation.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If sorrow e'er befall thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Painful though it be,</div> +<div class="verse">Let not fear appall thee:</div> +<div class="vind2">To thy Saviour flee;</div> +<div class="verse">He, ever near, thy prayer will hear,</div> +<div class="vind2">And calm thy perturbation;</div> +<div class="verse">The waves of woe shall ne'er o'erflow</div> +<div class="vind2">The Rock of thy salvation.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Death shall never harm thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shrink not from his blow,</div> +<div class="verse">For thy God shall arm thee</div> +<div class="vind2">And victory bestow;</div> +<div class="verse">For death shall bring to thee no sting,</div> +<div class="vind2">The grave no desolation;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis gain to die with Jesus nigh—</div> +<div class="vind2">The Rock of thy salvation.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Francis Scott Key.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The dearest thing on earth to me</div> +<div class="vind6">Is Jesus' will;</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er I do, where'er I be,</div> +<div class="vind6">To do his will.</div> +<div class="verse">Worldly pleasures cannot charm me,</div> +<div class="verse">Powers of evil cannot harm me,</div> +<div class="verse">Death itself cannot alarm me,</div> +<div class="vind6">For 'tis his will.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SWEET PROMISES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus, I have promised,</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve thee to the end;</div> +<div class="verse">Be thou forever near me,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Master and my Friend.</div> +<div class="verse">I shall not fear the battle</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou art by my side,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor wander from the pathway</div> +<div class="vind2">If thou wilt be my guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O let me feel thee near me;</div> +<div class="vind2">The world is ever near;</div> +<div class="verse">I see the sights that dazzle,</div> +<div class="vind2">The tempting sounds I hear;</div> +<div class="verse">My foes are ever near me,</div> +<div class="vind2">Around me and within;</div> +<div class="verse">But, Jesus, draw thou nearer,</div> +<div class="vind2">And shield my soul from sin.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Jesus, thou hast promised</div> +<div class="vind2">To all who follow thee,</div> +<div class="verse">That where thou art in glory</div> +<div class="vind2">There shall thy servant be;</div> +<div class="verse">And, Jesus, I have promised</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve thee to the end;</div> +<div class="verse">O give me grace to follow</div> +<div class="vind2">My Master and my Friend.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John E. Bode.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE KING OF LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The King of love my Shepherd is,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose goodness faileth never;</div> +<div class="verse">I nothing lack if I am his,</div> +<div class="vind2">And he is mine forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Where streams of living water flow</div> +<div class="vind2">My ransomed soul he leadeth,</div> +<div class="verse">And where the verdant pastures grow</div> +<div class="vind2">With food celestial feedeth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,</div> +<div class="vind2">But yet in love he sought me,</div> +<div class="verse">And on his shoulder gently laid,</div> +<div class="vind2">And home rejoicing brought me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In death's dark vale I fear no ill,</div> +<div class="vind2">With thee, dear Lord, beside me;</div> +<div class="verse">Thy rod and staff my comfort still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy cross before to guide me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so, through all the length of day,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy goodness faileth never;</div> +<div class="verse">Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise</div> +<div class="vind2">Within thy house forever.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry W. Baker.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">{248}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE WOULD SEE JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when our hopes are brightest</div> +<div class="vind2">And all that earth can grant is at its best;</div> +<div class="verse">When not a drift of shadow, even the lightest,</div> +<div class="vind2">Blurs our clear atmosphere of perfect rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when the joy of living</div> +<div class="vind2">Holds all our senses in a realm of bliss,</div> +<div class="verse">That we may know he hath the power of giving</div> +<div class="vind2">Enduring rapture more supreme than this.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when our pathway darkens,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the dread of some impending ill;</div> +<div class="verse">When the discouraged soul no longer harkens</div> +<div class="vind2">To hope, who beckons in the distance still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when the stress of sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Strains to their utmost tension heart and brain;</div> +<div class="verse">That he may teach us how despair may borrow</div> +<div class="vind2">From faith the one sure antidote of pain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when our best are taken,</div> +<div class="vind2">And we must meet, unshared, all shocks of woe;</div> +<div class="verse">Because he bore for us, alone, forsaken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Burdens whose weight no human heart could know.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would see Jesus when our fading vision,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lost to the consciousness of earth and sky,</div> +<div class="verse">Has only insight for the far elysian;</div> +<div class="vind2">We would see Jesus when we come to die!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret J. Preston.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ALL THINGS IN JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, the calm that fills my breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">No other heart than thine can give;</div> +<div class="verse">This peace unstirred, this joy of rest,</div> +<div class="vind2">None but thy loved ones can receive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My weary soul has found a charm</div> +<div class="vind2">That turns to blessedness my woe;</div> +<div class="verse">Within the shelter of thine arm</div> +<div class="vind2">I rest secure from storm and foe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In desert wastes I feel no dread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fearless I walk the trackless sea;</div> +<div class="verse">I care not where my way is led,</div> +<div class="vind2">Since all my life is life with thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Christ, through changeful years my Guide,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Comforter in sorrow's night,</div> +<div class="verse">My Friend, when friendless—still abide,</div> +<div class="vind2">My Lord, my Counsellor, my Light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My time, my powers, I give to thee;</div> +<div class="vind2">My inmost soul 'tis thine to move;</div> +<div class="verse">I wait for thy eternity,</div> +<div class="vind2">I wait in peace, in praise, in love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frank Mason North.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EVERYWHERE WITH JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">O how sweet the thought!</div> +<div class="verse">Filling all my soul with joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Deep with comfort fraught.</div> +<div class="verse">Never absent far from him,</div> +<div class="vind2">Always at his side;</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Trusting him to guide.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">For no place can be</div> +<div class="verse">Where I may not find him near,</div> +<div class="vind2">Very near to me;</div> +<div class="verse">Closer than the flesh I wear—</div> +<div class="vind2">In my inmost heart—</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">We shall never part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">Do whate'er I may,</div> +<div class="verse">Work, or talk, or walk abroad,</div> +<div class="vind2">Study, preach, or pray,</div> +<div class="verse">Still I find him, full of love,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ready ere I call.</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">He's my all in all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let the world assail,</div> +<div class="verse">Naught can shake my sure repose.</div> +<div class="vind2">He will never fail.</div> +<div class="verse">I am weak, but he is strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Mighty to defend;</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Safe with such a friend.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">{249}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus;</div> +<div class="vind2">Careful should I be</div> +<div class="verse">Lest some secret thought of guile</div> +<div class="vind2">His pure eye may see.</div> +<div class="verse">Holy, harmless, undefiled,</div> +<div class="vind2">He no sin can know;</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Spotless I may go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus</div> +<div class="vind2">Would that all might say;</div> +<div class="verse">Happy then beyond compare,</div> +<div class="vind2">Glad by night and day,</div> +<div class="verse">All would taste of joy sublime,</div> +<div class="vind2">Perfect peace and rest:</div> +<div class="verse">Everywhere with Jesus,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nothing could molest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DEAREST FRIEND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do not I love thee, O my Lord?</div> +<div class="vind2">Then let me nothing love;</div> +<div class="verse">Dead be my heart to every joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">When Jesus cannot move.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is not thy name melodious still</div> +<div class="vind2">To mine attentive ear?</div> +<div class="verse">Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound</div> +<div class="vind2">My Saviour's voice to hear?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock</div> +<div class="vind2">I would disdain to feed?</div> +<div class="verse">Hast thou a foe before whose face</div> +<div class="vind2">I fear thy cause to plead?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Would not mine ardent spirit vie</div> +<div class="vind2">With angels round the throne</div> +<div class="verse">To execute thy sacred will,</div> +<div class="vind2">And make thy glory known?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">But O I long to soar</div> +<div class="verse">Far from the sphere of mortal joys,</div> +<div class="vind2">And learn to love thee more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip Doddridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As by the light of opening day</div> +<div class="vind2">The stars are all concealed,</div> +<div class="verse">So earthly pleasures fade away</div> +<div class="vind2">When Jesus is revealed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Creatures no more divide my choice;</div> +<div class="vind2">I bid them all depart:</div> +<div class="verse">His name, his love, his gracious voice,</div> +<div class="vind2">Have fixed my roving heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Newton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAIREST LORD JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Fairest Lord Jesus!</div> +<div class="vind6">Ruler of all nature!</div> +<div class="verse">O thou of God and man the Son!</div> +<div class="vind6">Thee will I cherish,</div> +<div class="vind6">Thee will I honor,</div> +<div class="verse">Thee, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Fair are the meadows,</div> +<div class="vind6">Fairer still the woodlands,</div> +<div class="verse">Robed in the blooming garb of spring;</div> +<div class="vind6">Jesus is fairer,</div> +<div class="vind6">Jesus is purer,</div> +<div class="verse">Who makes the woeful heart to sing.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Fair is the sunshine,</div> +<div class="vind6">Fairer still the moonlight,</div> +<div class="verse">And all the twinkling starry host;</div> +<div class="vind6">Jesus shines brighter,</div> +<div class="vind6">Jesus shines purer</div> +<div class="verse">Than all the angels heaven can boast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the German.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE CALL OF JESUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult</div> +<div class="vind2">Of our life's wild, restless sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Saying, Christian, follow me!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus calls us from the worship</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the vain world's golden store;</div> +<div class="verse">From each idol that would keep us;</div> +<div class="vind2">Saying, Christian, love me more!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In our joys and in our sorrows,</div> +<div class="vind2">Days of toil and hours of ease,</div> +<div class="verse">Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,</div> +<div class="vind2">Christian, love me more than these!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus calls us! by thy mercies,</div> +<div class="vind2">Saviour, may we hear thy call;</div> +<div class="verse">Give our hearts to thy obedience,</div> +<div class="vind2">Serve and love thee best of all.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Cecil Frances Alexander.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If washed in Jesus' blood,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then bear his likeness too,</div> +<div class="verse">And as you onward press</div> +<div class="vind2">Ask, What would Jesus do?</div> +<div class="verse">Be brave to do the right,</div> +<div class="vind2">And scorn to be untrue;</div> +<div class="verse">When fear would whisper, Yield,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ask, What would Jesus do?</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">{250}</a></span></p> + +<h2>LIFE</h2> + +<h3>TIME, OPPORTUNITY, EXPERIENCE, CHARACTER</h3> + + +<h4>WITHOUT HASTE AND WITHOUT REST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Without haste and without rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Bind the motto to thy breast.</div> +<div class="verse">Bear it with thee as a spell,</div> +<div class="verse">Storm or sunshine, guard it well!</div> +<div class="verse">Heed not flowers that round thee bloom;</div> +<div class="verse">Bear it onward to the tomb!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Haste not—let no thoughtless deed</div> +<div class="verse">Mar the spirit's steady speed;</div> +<div class="verse">Ponder well, and know the right,</div> +<div class="verse">Onward, then, with all thy might;</div> +<div class="verse">Haste not—years can ne'er atone</div> +<div class="verse">For one reckless action done!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Rest not—life is sweeping by.</div> +<div class="verse">Do and dare before you die;</div> +<div class="verse">Something worthy and sublime</div> +<div class="verse">Leave behind to conquer time;</div> +<div class="verse">Glorious 'tis to live for aye,</div> +<div class="verse">When these forms have passed away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Haste not—rest not. Calm in strife</div> +<div class="verse">Meekly bear the storms of life;</div> +<div class="verse">Duty be thy polar guide;</div> +<div class="verse">Do the right, whate'er betide;</div> +<div class="verse">Haste not—rest not. Conflicts past,</div> +<div class="verse">God shall crown thy work at last!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHY DO I LIVE?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live for those who love me;</div> +<div class="vind2">For those I know are true;</div> +<div class="verse">For the heaven that smiles above me</div> +<div class="vind2">And awaits my spirit too;</div> +<div class="verse">For all human ties that bind me,</div> +<div class="verse">For the task my God assigned me,</div> +<div class="verse">For the bright hope left behind me,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the good that I can do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live to learn their story</div> +<div class="vind2">Who suffered for my sake,</div> +<div class="verse">To emulate their glory</div> +<div class="vind2">And follow in their wake;</div> +<div class="verse">Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages,</div> +<div class="verse">The nobles of all ages.</div> +<div class="verse">Whose deeds crown History's pages</div> +<div class="vind2">And time's great volume make.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live to hail the season—</div> +<div class="vind2">By gifted minds foretold—</div> +<div class="verse">When man shall live by reason,</div> +<div class="vind2">And not alone for gold;</div> +<div class="verse">When man to man united,</div> +<div class="verse">And every wrong thing righted,</div> +<div class="verse">The whole world shall be lighted</div> +<div class="vind2">As Eden was of old.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live to hold communion</div> +<div class="vind2">With all that is divine,</div> +<div class="verse">To feel that there is union</div> +<div class="vind2">'Twixt nature's heart and mine;</div> +<div class="verse">To profit by affliction,</div> +<div class="verse">Reap truth from fields of fiction,</div> +<div class="verse">Grow wiser from conviction,</div> +<div class="vind2">Fulfilling God's design.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I live for those who love me,</div> +<div class="vind2">For those who know me true,</div> +<div class="verse">For the heaven that smiles above me</div> +<div class="vind2">And awaits my spirit too;</div> +<div class="verse">For the wrongs that need resistance,</div> +<div class="verse">For the cause that needs assistance,</div> +<div class="verse">For the future in the distance,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the good that I can do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Linnæus Banks.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BEAUTIFUL THINGS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful faces are those that wear—</div> +<div class="verse">It matters little if dark or fair—</div> +<div class="verse">Whole-souled honesty printed there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful eyes are those that show</div> +<div class="verse">Like crystal panes where hearth fires glow,</div> +<div class="verse">Beautiful thoughts that burn below.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful lips are those whose words</div> +<div class="verse">Leap from the heart like songs of birds,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet whose utterances prudence girds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful hands are those that do</div> +<div class="verse">Work that is earnest, and brave, and true,</div> +<div class="verse">Moment by moment the long day through.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">{251}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful feet are those that go</div> +<div class="verse">On kindly ministries to and fro—</div> +<div class="verse">Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful shoulders are those that bear</div> +<div class="verse">Ceaseless burdens of homely care</div> +<div class="verse">With patient grace and daily prayer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful lives are those that bless—</div> +<div class="verse">Silent rivers of happiness</div> +<div class="verse">Whose hidden fountain but few may guess.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful twilight, at set of sun;</div> +<div class="verse">Beautiful goal, with race well won;</div> +<div class="verse">Beautiful rest, with work well done.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Beautiful graves, where grasses creep,</div> +<div class="verse">Where brown leaves fall, where drifts lie deep</div> +<div class="verse">Over worn-out hands—O, beautiful sleep.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AT SUNSET</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It isn't the thing you do, dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">It's the thing you've left undone</div> +<div class="verse">Which gives you a bit of heartache</div> +<div class="vind2">At the setting of the sun.</div> +<div class="verse">The tender word forgotten,</div> +<div class="vind2">The letter you did not write,</div> +<div class="verse">The flower you might have sent, dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are your haunting ghosts to-night.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stone you might have lifted</div> +<div class="vind2">Out of a brother's way,</div> +<div class="verse">The bit of heartsome counsel</div> +<div class="vind2">You were hurried too much to say,</div> +<div class="verse">The loving touch of the hand, dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">The gentle and winsome tone</div> +<div class="verse">That you had no time or thought for,</div> +<div class="vind2">With troubles enough of your own.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The little act of kindness,</div> +<div class="vind2">So easily out of mind;</div> +<div class="verse">Those chances to be angels,</div> +<div class="vind2">Which every mortal finds—</div> +<div class="verse">They come in night and silence—</div> +<div class="vind2">Each chill, reproachful wraith—</div> +<div class="verse">When hope is faint and flagging,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a blight has dropped on faith.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For life is all too short, dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">And sorrow is all too great,</div> +<div class="verse">To suffer our slow compassion</div> +<div class="vind2">That tarries until too late;</div> +<div class="verse">And it's not the thing you do, dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">It's the thing you leave undone,</div> +<div class="verse">Which gives you the bit of heartache</div> +<div class="vind2">At the setting of the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret E. Sangster.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE BUILDERS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All are architects of Fate,</div> +<div class="vind2">Working in these walls of Time;</div> +<div class="verse">Some with massive deeds and great,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some with ornaments of rhyme.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nothing useless is, or low;</div> +<div class="vind2">Each thing in its place is best;</div> +<div class="verse">And what seems but idle show</div> +<div class="vind2">Strengthens and supports the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the structure that we raise</div> +<div class="vind2">Time is with material filled;</div> +<div class="verse">Our to-days and yesterdays</div> +<div class="vind2">Are the blocks with which we build.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Truly shape and fashion these;</div> +<div class="vind2">Leave no yawning gaps between;</div> +<div class="verse">Think not, because no man sees,</div> +<div class="vind2">Such things will remain unseen.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the elder days of Art</div> +<div class="vind2">Builders wrought with greatest care</div> +<div class="verse">Each minute and unseen part;</div> +<div class="vind2">For the gods see everywhere.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let us do our work as well,</div> +<div class="vind2">Both the unseen and the seen;</div> +<div class="verse">Make the house where gods may dwell</div> +<div class="vind2">Beautiful, entire, and clean;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Else our lives are incomplete,</div> +<div class="vind2">Standing in these walls of Time,</div> +<div class="verse">Broken stairways, where the feet</div> +<div class="vind2">Stumble as they seek to climb.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Build to-day, then, strong and sure,</div> +<div class="vind2">With a firm and ample base;</div> +<div class="verse">And ascending and secure</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall to-morrow find its place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus alone can we attain</div> +<div class="vind2">To those turrets where the eye</div> +<div class="verse">Sees the world as one vast plain</div> +<div class="vind2">And one boundless reach of sky.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stars shall fade away, the sun himself</div> +<div class="verse">Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years,</div> +<div class="verse">But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,</div> +<div class="verse">Unhurt amid the war of elements,</div> +<div class="verse">The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joseph Addison.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">{252}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RETROSPECTION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He was better to me than all my hopes,</div> +<div class="vind2">He was better than all my fears;</div> +<div class="verse">He made a road of my broken works</div> +<div class="vind2">And a rainbow of my tears.</div> +<div class="verse">The billows that guarded my sea girt path</div> +<div class="vind2">But carried my Lord on their crest;</div> +<div class="verse">When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march</div> +<div class="vind2">I can lean on his love for the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He emptied my hands of my treasured store</div> +<div class="vind2">And his covenant love revealed;</div> +<div class="verse">There was not a wound in my aching heart</div> +<div class="vind2">But the balm of his breath hath healed.</div> +<div class="verse">Oh! tender and true was the chastening sore,</div> +<div class="vind2">In wisdom, that taught and tried,</div> +<div class="verse">Till the soul that he sought was trusting in him</div> +<div class="vind2">And in nothing on earth beside.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He guided by paths that I could not see,</div> +<div class="vind2">By ways that I have not known,</div> +<div class="verse">The crooked was straight and the rough made plain,</div> +<div class="vind2">As I followed the Lord alone.</div> +<div class="verse">I praise him still for the pleasant palms</div> +<div class="vind2">And the water springs by the way;</div> +<div class="verse">For the glowing pillars of flame by night</div> +<div class="vind2">And the sheltering clouds by day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is light for me on the trackless wild</div> +<div class="vind2">As the wonders of old I trace,</div> +<div class="verse">When the God of the whole earth went before</div> +<div class="vind2">To search me a resting place.</div> +<div class="verse">Has he changed for me? Nay! He changes not.</div> +<div class="vind2">He will bring me by some new way,</div> +<div class="verse">Through fire and flood and each crafty foe,</div> +<div class="vind2">As safely as yesterday.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if to warfare he calls me forth,</div> +<div class="vind2">He buckles my armor on;</div> +<div class="verse">He greets me with smiles and a word of cheer</div> +<div class="vind2">For battles his sword hath won;</div> +<div class="verse">He wipes my brows as I droop and faint,</div> +<div class="vind2">He blesses my hand to toil;</div> +<div class="verse">Faithful is he as he washes my feet,</div> +<div class="vind2">From the trace of each earthly soil.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never a watch on the dreariest halt</div> +<div class="vind2">But some promise of love endears;</div> +<div class="verse">I read from the past that my future shall be</div> +<div class="vind2">Far better than all my fears.</div> +<div class="verse">Like the golden pot of the wilderness bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Laid up with the blossoming rod,</div> +<div class="verse">All safe in the ark, with the law of the Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the covenant care of my God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Shipton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ONE DAY'S SERVICE</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">O to serve God for a day!</div> +<div class="verse">From jubilant morn to the peace and the calm of the night</div> +<div class="verse">To tread no path but his happy and blossoming way,</div> +<div class="vind6">To seek no delight</div> +<div class="verse">But the joy that is one with the joy at heaven's heart;</div> +<div class="vind6">Only to go where thou art,</div> +<div class="verse">O God of all blessing and beauty! to love, to obey</div> +<div class="verse">With obedience sweetened by love and love made strong by the right;</div> +<div class="verse">Not once, not once to be drunken with self,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or to play the hypocrite's poisoned part,</div> +<div class="verse">Or to bend the knee of my soul to the passion for pelf,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or the glittering gods of the mart;</div> +<div class="verse">Through each glad hour to lay on the wings of its flight</div> +<div class="vind2">Some flower for the angels' sight;</div> +<div class="verse">Some fragrant fashion of service, scarlet and white—</div> +<div class="verse">White for the pure intent, and red where the pulses start.</div> +<div class="verse">O, if thus I could serve him, could perfectly serve him one day,</div> +<div class="verse">I think I could perfectly serve him forever—forever and aye!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life is a burden; bear it.</div> +<div class="verse">Life is a duty; dare it.</div> +<div class="verse">Life is a thorn crown; wear it.</div> +<div class="vind2">Though it break your heart in twain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though the burden crush you down,</div> +<div class="vind2">Close your lips and hide the pain;</div> +<div class="vind4">First the cross and then the crown.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">{253}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BETTER THINGS</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to smell the violet cool than sip the glowing wine;</div> +<div class="verse">Better to hark a hidden brook than watch a diamond shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better the love of gentle heart than beauty's favors proud,</div> +<div class="verse">Better the rose's living seed than roses in a crowd.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to love in loneliness than bask in love all day;</div> +<div class="verse">Better the fountain in the heart than the fountain by the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better be fed by a mother's hand than eat alone at will;</div> +<div class="verse">Better to trust in God than say, My goods my storehouse fill.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to be a little wise than in knowledge to abound;</div> +<div class="verse">Better to teach a child than toil to fill perfection's round.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better sit at a master's feet than thrill a listening state;</div> +<div class="verse">Better suspect that thou art proud than be sure that thou art great.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to walk in the realm unseen than watch the hour's event;</div> +<div class="verse">Better the <i>well done</i> at the last than the air with shoutings rent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to have a quiet grief than a hurrying delight;</div> +<div class="verse">Better the twilight of the dawn than the noonday burning bright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better to sit at the water's birth than a sea of waves to win;</div> +<div class="verse">To live in the love that floweth forth than the love that cometh in.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Better a death when work is done than earth's most favored birth;</div> +<div class="verse">Better a child in God's great house than the king of all the earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George Macdonald.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Time is indeed a precious boon,</div> +<div class="vind2">But with the boon a task is given:</div> +<div class="verse">The heart must learn its duty well</div> +<div class="vind2">To man on earth and God in heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Eliza Cook.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE LENGTH OF LIFE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Are your sorrows hard to bear?</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is short!</div> +<div class="verse">Do you drag the chain of care?</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is short!</div> +<div class="verse">Soon will come the glad release</div> +<div class="verse">Into rest and joy and peace;</div> +<div class="verse">Soon the weary thread be spun,</div> +<div class="verse">And the final labor done.</div> +<div class="verse">Keep your courage! Hold the fort!</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is short!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Are you faint with hope delayed?</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is long!</div> +<div class="verse">Tarries that for which you prayed?</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is long!</div> +<div class="verse">What delights may not abide—</div> +<div class="verse">What ambitions satisfied—</div> +<div class="verse">What possessions may not be</div> +<div class="verse">In God's great eternity?</div> +<div class="verse">Lift the heart! Be glad and strong!</div> +<div class="vind6">Life is long!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IS LIFE WORTH LIVING?</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is life worth living? Yes, so long</div> +<div class="vind2">As there is wrong to right,</div> +<div class="verse">Wail of the weak against the strong,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or tyranny to fight;</div> +<div class="verse">Long as there lingers gloom to chase,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or streaming tear to dry,</div> +<div class="verse">One kindred woe, one sorrowing face,</div> +<div class="vind2">That smiles as we draw nigh;</div> +<div class="verse">Long as <ins class="correction" title="text reads 'at'">a</ins> tale of anguish swells</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart and lids grow wet,</div> +<div class="verse">And at the sound of Christmas bells</div> +<div class="vind2">We pardon and forget;</div> +<div class="verse">So long as Faith with Freedom reigns</div> +<div class="vind2">And loyal Hope survives,</div> +<div class="verse">And gracious Charity remains</div> +<div class="vind2">To leaven lowly lives;</div> +<div class="verse">While there is one untrodden tract</div> +<div class="vind2">For Intellect or Will,</div> +<div class="verse">And men are free to think and act,</div> +<div class="vind2">Life is worth living still.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Austin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The Moving Finger writes, and having writ</div> +<div class="verse">Moves on; nor all thy piety nor wit</div> +<div class="verse">Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Omar Khayyam.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">{254}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LENGTH OF DAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He liveth long who liveth well;</div> +<div class="vind2">All other life is short and vain;</div> +<div class="verse">He liveth longest who can tell</div> +<div class="vind2">Of living most for heavenly gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He liveth long who liveth well;</div> +<div class="vind2">All else is being flung away;</div> +<div class="verse">He liveth longest who can tell</div> +<div class="vind2">Of true things truly done each day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Waste not thy being; back to him</div> +<div class="vind2">Who freely gave it, freely give;</div> +<div class="verse">Else is that being but a dream;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis but to <i>be</i>, and not to <i>live</i>.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be wise, and use thy wisdom well;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who wisdom <i>speaks</i> must <i>live</i> it too;</div> +<div class="verse">He is the wisest who can tell</div> +<div class="vind2">How first he lived, then spoke the true.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be what thou seemest! live thy creed!</div> +<div class="vind2">Hold up to earth the torch divine;</div> +<div class="verse">Be what thou prayest to be made;</div> +<div class="vind2">Let the great Master's steps be thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fill up each hour with what will last;</div> +<div class="vind2">Buy up the moments as they go;</div> +<div class="verse">The life above, when this is past,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the ripe fruit of life below.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sow truth if thou the true wouldst reap;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who sows the false shall reap the vain;</div> +<div class="verse">Erect and sound thy conscience keep;</div> +<div class="vind2">From hollow words and deeds refrain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;</div> +<div class="vind2">Sow peace and reap its harvest bright;</div> +<div class="verse">Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,</div> +<div class="vind2">And find a harvest-home of light.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>REDEEMING THE TIME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We would fill the hours with the sweetest things</div> +<div class="vind2">If we had but a day;</div> +<div class="verse">We should drink alone at the purest springs</div> +<div class="vind2">In our upward way;</div> +<div class="verse">We should love with a lifetime's love in an hour</div> +<div class="vind2">If the hours were few;</div> +<div class="verse">We should rest not for dreams, but for fresher power</div> +<div class="vind2">To be and to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We should guide our wayward or wearied wills</div> +<div class="vind2">By the clearest light;</div> +<div class="verse">We should keep our eyes on the heavenly hills</div> +<div class="vind2">If they lay in sight;</div> +<div class="verse">We should trample the pride and the discontent</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath our feet;</div> +<div class="verse">We should take whatever a good God sent,</div> +<div class="vind2">With a trust complete.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We should waste no moments in weak regret</div> +<div class="vind2">If the day were but one;</div> +<div class="verse">If what we remember and what we forget</div> +<div class="vind2">Went out with the sun;</div> +<div class="verse">We should be from our clamorous selves set free</div> +<div class="vind2">To work and to pray,</div> +<div class="verse">And to be what the Father would have us to be,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we had but a day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Mary Lowe Dickinson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MORAL COSMETICS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ye who would have your features florid,</div> +<div class="verse">Lithe limbs, bright eyes, unwrinkled forehead,</div> +<div class="verse">From age's devastation horrid,</div> +<div class="vind6">Adopt this plan—</div> +<div class="verse">'Twill make, in climate cold or torrid,</div> +<div class="vind6">A hale old man:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Avoid in youth luxurious diet;</div> +<div class="verse">Restrain the passion's lawless riot;</div> +<div class="verse">Devoted to domestic quiet,</div> +<div class="vind6">Be wisely gay;</div> +<div class="verse">So shall ye, spite of age's fiat,</div> +<div class="vind6">Resist decay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Seek not in Mammon's worship pleasure,</div> +<div class="verse">But find your richest, dearest treasure</div> +<div class="verse">In God, his word, his work; not leisure.</div> +<div class="vind6">The mind, not sense,</div> +<div class="verse">Is the sole scale by which to measure</div> +<div class="vind6">Your opulence.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the solace, this the science,</div> +<div class="verse">Life's purest, sweetest, best appliance,</div> +<div class="verse">That disappoints not man's reliance,</div> +<div class="vind6">Whate'er his state;</div> +<div class="verse">But challenges, with calm defiance,</div> +<div class="vind6">Time, fortune, fate.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horace Smith.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">{255}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>STRENGTH FOR TO-DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day is all that we need,</div> +<div class="vind2">As there never will be a to-morrow;</div> +<div class="verse">For to-morrow will prove but another to-day,</div> +<div class="vind2">With its measure of joy and sorrow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then why forecast the trials of life</div> +<div class="vind2">With such sad and grave persistence,</div> +<div class="verse">And watch and wait for a crowd of ills</div> +<div class="vind2">That as yet have no existence?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day—what a precious boon</div> +<div class="vind2">For the earnest souls who labor,</div> +<div class="verse">For the willing hands that minister</div> +<div class="vind2">To the needy friend and neighbor.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day—that the weary hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">In the battle for right may quail not,</div> +<div class="verse">And the eyes bedimmed with bitter tears</div> +<div class="vind2">In their search for light may fail not.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day, on the down-hill track,</div> +<div class="vind2">For the travelers near the valley,</div> +<div class="verse">That up, far up, the other side</div> +<div class="vind2">Ere long they may safely rally.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day—that our precious youth</div> +<div class="vind2">May happily shun temptation,</div> +<div class="verse">And build, from the rise to the set of the sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">On a strong and sure foundation.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Strength for to-day, in house and home,</div> +<div class="vind2">To practice forbearance sweetly;</div> +<div class="verse">To scatter kind deeds and loving words</div> +<div class="vind2">Still trusting in God completely.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FAITHFUL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Like the star</div> +<div class="vind4">That shines afar</div> +<div class="vind4">Without haste</div> +<div class="vind4">And without rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Let each man wheel with steady sway</div> +<div class="verse">Round the task that rules the day,</div> +<div class="vind4">And do his best!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who learns and learns, and acts not what he knows,</div> +<div class="verse">Is one who plows and plows, but never sows.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MORNING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lo here hath been dawning</div> +<div class="vind2">Another blue day;</div> +<div class="verse">Think; wilt thou let it</div> +<div class="vind2">Slip useless away?</div> +<div class="verse">Out of eternity</div> +<div class="vind2">This new day is born;</div> +<div class="verse">Into eternity</div> +<div class="vind2">At night will return.</div> +<div class="verse">Behold it aforetime</div> +<div class="vind2">No eye ever did;</div> +<div class="verse">So soon it forever</div> +<div class="vind2">From all eyes is hid.</div> +<div class="verse">Here hath been dawning</div> +<div class="vind2">Another blue day;</div> +<div class="verse">Think; wilt thou let it</div> +<div class="vind2">Slip useless away?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Carlyle.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUST FOR TO-DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, for to-morrow and its needs</div> +<div class="vind6">I do not pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Keep me, my God, from stain of sin</div> +<div class="vind6">Just for to-day.</div> +<div class="verse">Help me to labor earnestly,</div> +<div class="vind6">And duly pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me be kind in word and deed,</div> +<div class="vind6">Father, to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let me no wrong or idle word</div> +<div class="vind6">Unthinking say;</div> +<div class="verse">Set thou a seal upon my lips</div> +<div class="vind6">Through all to-day.</div> +<div class="verse">Let me in season, Lord, be grave,</div> +<div class="vind6">In season gay;</div> +<div class="verse">Let me be faithful to thy grace,</div> +<div class="vind6">Dear Lord, to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And if, to-day, this life of mine</div> +<div class="vind6">Should ebb away,</div> +<div class="verse">Give me thy sacrament divine,</div> +<div class="vind6">Father, to-day.</div> +<div class="verse">So for to-morrow and its needs</div> +<div class="vind6">I do not pray;</div> +<div class="verse">Still keep me, guide me, love me, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind6">Through each to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ernest R. Wilberforce.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That life is long which answers life's great end;</div> +<div class="verse">The time that bears no fruit deserves no name;</div> +<div class="verse">The man of wisdom is the man of years.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">{256}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUST ONE DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I could live to God for just one day,</div> +<div class="vind2">One blessed day, from rosy dawn of light</div> +<div class="vind2">Till purple twilight deepened into night,</div> +<div class="vind2">A day of faith unfaltering, trust complete,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of love unfeigned and perfect charity,</div> +<div class="verse">Of hope undimmed, of courage past dismay,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of heavenly peace, patient humility—</div> +<div class="vind2">No hint of duty to constrain my feet,</div> +<div class="vind2">No dream of ease to lull to listlessness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Within my heart no root of bitterness,</div> +<div class="verse">No yielding to temptation's subtle sway,</div> +<div class="vind2">Methinks, in that one day would so expand</div> +<div class="vind2">My soul to meet such holy, high demand</div> +<div class="vind2">That never, never more could hold me bound</div> +<div class="vind2">This shriveling husk of self that wraps me round.</div> +<div class="verse">So might I henceforth live to God alway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan E. Gammons.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOW</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forget the past and live the present hour;</div> +<div class="vind2">Now is the time to work, the time to fill</div> +<div class="vind2">The soul with noblest thoughts, the time to will</div> +<div class="verse">Heroic deeds, to use whatever dower</div> +<div class="verse">Heaven has bestowed, to test our utmost power.</div> +<div class="vind2">Now is the time to live, and, better still,</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve our loved ones; over passing ill</div> +<div class="verse">To rise triumphant; thus the perfect flower</div> +<div class="verse">Of life shall come to fruitage; wealth amass</div> +<div class="vind2">For grandest giving ere the time be gone.</div> +<div class="vind2">Be glad to-day—to-morrow may bring tears;</div> +<div class="verse">Be brave to-day; the darkest night will pass</div> +<div class="vind2">And golden days will usher in the dawn;</div> +<div class="vind2">Who conquers now shall rule the coming years.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sarah Knowles Bolton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HOURS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The hours are viewless angels,</div> +<div class="vind2">That still go gliding by,</div> +<div class="verse">And bear each minute's record up</div> +<div class="vind2">To him who sits on high;</div> +<div class="verse">And we who walk among them,</div> +<div class="vind2">As one by one departs,</div> +<div class="verse">See not that they are hovering</div> +<div class="vind2">Forever round our hearts.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like summer bees that hover</div> +<div class="vind2">Around the idle flowers,</div> +<div class="verse">They gather every act and thought,</div> +<div class="vind2">Those viewless angel-hours;</div> +<div class="verse">The poison or the nectar</div> +<div class="vind2">The heart's deep flower cups yield,</div> +<div class="verse">A sample still they gather swift,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave us in the field.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And some flit by on pinions</div> +<div class="vind2">Of joyous gold and blue,</div> +<div class="verse">And some flag on with drooping wing</div> +<div class="vind2">Of sorrow's darker hue;</div> +<div class="verse">But still they steal the record</div> +<div class="vind2">And bear it far away;</div> +<div class="verse">Their mission-flight, by day and night,</div> +<div class="vind2">No magic power can stay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And as we spend each minute</div> +<div class="vind2">That God to us has given,</div> +<div class="verse">The deeds are known before his throne,</div> +<div class="vind2">The tale is told in heaven.</div> +<div class="verse">Those bee-like hours we see not,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor hear their noiseless wings;</div> +<div class="verse">We often feel—too oft—when flown</div> +<div class="vind2">That they have left their stings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So teach me, heavenly Father,</div> +<div class="vind2">To meet each flying hour,</div> +<div class="verse">That as they go they may not show</div> +<div class="vind2">My heart a poison flower!</div> +<div class="verse">So, when death brings its shadows,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hours that linger last</div> +<div class="verse">Shall bear my hopes on angels' wings,</div> +<div class="vind2">Unfettered by the past.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christopher Pearse Cranch.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO-DAY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The hours of rest are over,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hours of toil begin;</div> +<div class="verse">The stars above have faded,</div> +<div class="vind2">The moon has ceased to shine.</div> +<div class="verse">The earth puts on her beauty</div> +<div class="vind2">Beneath the sun's red ray;</div> +<div class="verse">And I must rise to labor.</div> +<div class="vind2">What is my work to-day?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">{257}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To search for truth and wisdom,</div> +<div class="vind2">To live for Christ alone,</div> +<div class="verse">To run my race unburdened,</div> +<div class="vind2">The goal my Father's throne;</div> +<div class="verse">To view by faith the promise,</div> +<div class="vind2">While earthly hopes decay;</div> +<div class="verse">To serve the Lord with gladness—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is my work to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To shun the world's allurements,</div> +<div class="vind2">To bear my cross therein,</div> +<div class="verse">To turn from all temptation,</div> +<div class="vind2">To conquer every sin;</div> +<div class="verse">To linger, calm and patient,</div> +<div class="vind2">Where duty bids me stay,</div> +<div class="verse">To go where God may lead me—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is my work to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To keep my troth unshaken,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though others may deceive;</div> +<div class="verse">To give with willing pleasure,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or still with joy receive;</div> +<div class="verse">To bring the mourner comfort,</div> +<div class="vind2">To wipe sad tears away;</div> +<div class="verse">To help the timid doubter—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is my work to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To bear another's weakness,</div> +<div class="vind2">To soothe another's pain;</div> +<div class="verse">To cheer the heart repentant,</div> +<div class="vind2">And to forgive again;</div> +<div class="verse">To commune with the thoughtful,</div> +<div class="vind2">To guide the young and gay;</div> +<div class="verse">To profit all in season—</div> +<div class="vind2">This is my work to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I think not of to-morrow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Its trial or its task;</div> +<div class="verse">But still, with childlike spirit,</div> +<div class="vind2">For present mercies ask.</div> +<div class="verse">With each returning morning</div> +<div class="vind2">I cast old things away;</div> +<div class="verse">Life's journey lies before me;</div> +<div class="vind2">My prayer is for <span class="smcap">to-day</span>.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LIFE'S MIRROR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,</div> +<div class="vind2">There are souls that are pure and true;</div> +<div class="verse">Then give to the world the best you have.</div> +<div class="vind2">And the best will come back to you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give love, and love to your life will flow,</div> +<div class="vind2">And strength in your inmost needs;</div> +<div class="verse">Have faith, and a score of hearts will show</div> +<div class="vind2">Their faith in your work and deeds.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give truth, and your gifts will be paid in kind,</div> +<div class="vind2">And song a song will meet;</div> +<div class="verse">And the smile which is sweet will surely find</div> +<div class="vind2">A smile that is just as sweet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn;</div> +<div class="vind2">You will gather in flowers again</div> +<div class="verse">The scattered seeds from your thought outborne,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though the sowing seemed in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For life is the mirror of king and slave,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis just what we are and do;</div> +<div class="verse">Then give to the world the best you have</div> +<div class="vind2">And the best will come back to you.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Madeline S. Bridges.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHEN I HAVE TIME</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When I have time so many things I'll do</div> +<div class="verse">To make life happier and more fair</div> +<div class="verse">For those whose lives are crowded now with care;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll help to lift them from their low despair</div> +<div class="vind6">When I have time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When I have time the friend I love so well</div> +<div class="verse">Shall know no more these weary, toiling days;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll lead her feet in pleasant paths always</div> +<div class="verse">And cheer her heart with words of sweetest praise,</div> +<div class="vind6">When I have time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When you have time! The friend you hold so dear</div> +<div class="verse">May be beyond the reach of all your sweet intent;</div> +<div class="verse">May never know that you so kindly meant</div> +<div class="verse">To fill her life with sweet content</div> +<div class="vind6">When you had time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Now is the time! Ah, friend, no longer wait</div> +<div class="verse">To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer</div> +<div class="verse">To those around whose lives are now so drear;</div> +<div class="verse">They may not need you in the coming year—</div> +<div class="vind6">Now is the time!</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">{258}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SOME RULES OF LIFE</h4> + +<h5><i>Have Faith in God</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though the dark close round, the storm increase,</div> +<div class="verse">Though friends depart, all earthly comforts cease;</div> +<div class="verse">Hath He not said, I give my children peace?</div> +<div class="vind6">Believe his word.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5><i>Complain of Naught</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To murmur, fret, repine, lament, bemoan—</div> +<div class="verse">How sinful, stupid, wrong! God's on the throne,</div> +<div class="verse">Does all in wisdom, ne'er forgets his own.</div> +<div class="vind6">Be filled with praise.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5><i>Watch Unto Prayer</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think much of God, 'twill save thy soul from sin;</div> +<div class="verse">Without his presence let no act begin;</div> +<div class="verse">Look up, keep vigil, fear not; thou shalt win.</div> +<div class="vind6">See him in all.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5><i>Go Armed with Christ</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He said, "I come, O God, to do thy will."</div> +<div class="verse">Shall we not, likewise, all his word fulfill,</div> +<div class="verse">And find a weapon firm 'gainst every ill?</div> +<div class="vind6">Put on the Lord.</div> +</div></div> + +<h5><i>Be True, Be Sweet</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Let not the conflict make thee sour or sad;</div> +<div class="verse">Swerve not from battle: faithful, loyal, glad—</div> +<div class="verse">The likeness of our Saviour may be had.</div> +<div class="vind6">Aim high, press on!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forenoon and afternoon and night,—Forenoon,</div> +<div class="verse">And afternoon, and night,—Forenoon, and—what?</div> +<div class="verse">The empty song repeats itself. No more?</div> +<div class="verse">Yea, that is Life: make this forenoon sublime,</div> +<div class="verse">This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I PACK MY TRUNK</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What shall I pack up to carry</div> +<div class="vind2">From the old year to the new?</div> +<div class="verse">I'll leave out the frets that harry,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thoughts unjust and doubts untrue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Angry words—ah, how I rue them!</div> +<div class="vind2">Selfish deeds and choices blind;</div> +<div class="verse">Any one is welcome to them!</div> +<div class="vind2">I shall leave them all behind.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Plans? the trunk would need be double.</div> +<div class="vind2">Hopes? they'd burst the stoutest lid.</div> +<div class="verse">Sharp ambitions? last year's stubble!</div> +<div class="vind2">Take them, old year! Keep them hid!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All my fears shall be forsaken,</div> +<div class="vind2">All my failures manifold;</div> +<div class="verse">Nothing gloomy shall be taken</div> +<div class="vind2">To the new year from the old.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But I'll pack the sweet remembrance</div> +<div class="vind2">Of dear Friendship's least delight;</div> +<div class="verse">All my jokes—I'll carry <i>them</i> hence;</div> +<div class="vind2">All my store of fancies bright;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My contentment—would 'twere greater!</div> +<div class="vind2">All the courage I possess;</div> +<div class="verse">All my trust—there's not much weight there!</div> +<div class="vind2">All my faith, or more, or less;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All my tasks; I'll not abandon</div> +<div class="vind2">One of these—nay pride, my health;</div> +<div class="verse">Every trivial or grand one</div> +<div class="vind2">Is a noble mine of wealth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I'll pack my choicest treasures:</div> +<div class="vind2">Smiles I've seen and praises heard,</div> +<div class="verse">Memories of unselfish pleasures,</div> +<div class="vind2">Cheery looks, the kindly word.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, my riches silence cavil!</div> +<div class="vind2">To my rags I bid adieu!</div> +<div class="verse">Like a Crœsus I shall travel</div> +<div class="vind2">From the old year to the new!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Amos R. Wells.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The stars shine over the earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">The stars shine over the sea;</div> +<div class="verse">The stars look up to the mighty God,</div> +<div class="vind2">The stars look down on me.</div> +<div class="verse">The stars have lived for a million years</div> +<div class="vind2">A million years and a day;</div> +<div class="verse">But God and I shall love and live</div> +<div class="vind2">When the stars have passed away.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">{259}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OPPORTUNITY RENEWED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They do me wrong who say I come no more</div> +<div class="vind2">When once I knock and fail to find you in;</div> +<div class="verse">For every day I stand outside your door</div> +<div class="vind2">And bid you wake and ride to fight and win.</div> +<div class="verse">Wail not for precious chances passed away,</div> +<div class="vind2">Weep not for golden ages on the wane!</div> +<div class="verse">Each night I burn the records of the day;</div> +<div class="vind2">At sunrise every soul is born again.</div> +<div class="verse">Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,</div> +<div class="vind2">To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;</div> +<div class="verse">My judgments seal the dead past with its dead</div> +<div class="vind2">But never bind a moment yet to come.</div> +<div class="verse">Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;</div> +<div class="vind2">I lend my arm to all who say "I can!"</div> +<div class="verse">No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep</div> +<div class="vind2">But yet might rise and be again a man.</div> +<div class="verse">Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?</div> +<div class="vind2">Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow?</div> +<div class="verse">Then turn from blotted archives of the past</div> +<div class="vind2">And find the future's pages white as snow.</div> +<div class="verse">Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell!</div> +<div class="vind2">Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven!</div> +<div class="verse">Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Walter Malone.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though life is made up of mere bubbles</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis better than many aver,</div> +<div class="verse">For while we've a whole lot of troubles</div> +<div class="vind2">The most of them never occur.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A happy lot must sure be his—</div> +<div class="vind2">The lord, not slave, of things—</div> +<div class="verse">Who values life by what it is</div> +<div class="vind2">And not by what it brings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A BUILDER'S LESSON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"How shall I a habit break?"</div> +<div class="verse">As you did that habit make.</div> +<div class="verse">As you gathered you must lose;</div> +<div class="verse">As you yielded, now refuse.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thread by thread the strands we twist</div> +<div class="verse">Till they bind us neck and wrist;</div> +<div class="verse">Thread by thread the patient hand</div> +<div class="verse">Must untwine ere free we stand.</div> +<div class="verse">As we builded, stone by stone,</div> +<div class="verse">We must toil—unhelped, alone—</div> +<div class="verse">Till the wall is overthrown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But remember: as we try,</div> +<div class="verse">Lighter every test goes by;</div> +<div class="verse">Wading in, the stream grows deep</div> +<div class="verse">Toward the center's downward sweep;</div> +<div class="verse">Backward turn—each step ashore</div> +<div class="verse">Shallower is than that before.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah, the precious years we waste</div> +<div class="verse">Leveling what we raised in haste;</div> +<div class="verse">Doing what must be undone</div> +<div class="verse">Ere content or love be won!</div> +<div class="verse">First across the gulf we cast</div> +<div class="verse">Kite-borne threads, till lives are passed,</div> +<div class="verse">And habit builds the bridge at last!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>BUILDING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are building every day</div> +<div class="verse">In a good or evil way,</div> +<div class="verse">And the structure, as it grows,</div> +<div class="verse">Will our inmost self disclose,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Till in every arch and line</div> +<div class="verse">All our faults and failings shine;</div> +<div class="verse">It may grow a castle grand,</div> +<div class="verse">Or a wreck upon the sand.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Do you ask what building this</div> +<div class="verse">That can show both pain and bliss,</div> +<div class="verse">That can be both dark and fair?</div> +<div class="verse">Lo, its name is character!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Build it well, whate'er you do;</div> +<div class="verse">Build it straight and strong and true;</div> +<div class="verse">Build it clear and high and broad;</div> +<div class="verse">Build it for the eye of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—I. E. Dickenga.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest</div> +<div class="verse">Live well, how long or short permit to heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Milton.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">{260}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HOLY HABITS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Slowly fashioned, link by link,</div> +<div class="vind2">Slowly waxing strong,</div> +<div class="verse">Till the spirit never shrink,</div> +<div class="vind2">Save from touch of wrong.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Holy habits are thy wealth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Golden, pleasant chains;</div> +<div class="verse">Passing earth's prime blessing—health,</div> +<div class="vind2">Endless, priceless gains.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Holy habits give thee place</div> +<div class="vind2">With the noblest, best,</div> +<div class="verse">All most godlike of thy race,</div> +<div class="vind2">And with seraphs blest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Holy habits are thy joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wisdom's pleasant ways,</div> +<div class="verse">Yielding good without alloy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lengthening, too, thy days.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Seek them, Christian, night and morn;</div> +<div class="vind2">Seek them noon and even;</div> +<div class="verse">Seek them till thy soul be born</div> +<div class="vind2">Without stains—in heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Davis.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>MAKE HASTE, O MAN! TO LIVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make haste, O man! to live,</div> +<div class="vind2">For thou so soon must die;</div> +<div class="verse">Time hurries past thee like the breeze;</div> +<div class="vind2">How swift its moments fly.</div> +<div class="vind4">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make haste, O man! to do</div> +<div class="vind2">Whatever must be done,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy day will soon be gone.</div> +<div class="vind4">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To breathe, and wake, and sleep,</div> +<div class="vind2">To smile, to sigh, to grieve,</div> +<div class="verse">To move in idleness through earth,</div> +<div class="vind2">This, this is not to live.</div> +<div class="vind4">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The useful, not the great;</div> +<div class="vind2">The thing that never dies,</div> +<div class="verse">The silent toil that is not lost,</div> +<div class="vind2">Set these before thine eyes.</div> +<div class="vind4">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy time is almost o'er;</div> +<div class="verse">Oh! sleep not, dream not, but arise,</div> +<div class="vind2">The Judge is at the door.</div> +<div class="vind4">Make haste, O man! to live.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horatius Bonar.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TEACH ME TO LIVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live! 'Tis easier far to die—</div> +<div class="vind2">Gently and silently pass away—</div> +<div class="verse">On earth's long night to close the heavy eye</div> +<div class="vind2">And waken in the glorious realms of day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me that harder lesson—how to live;</div> +<div class="vind2">To serve thee in the darkest paths of life;</div> +<div class="verse">Arm me for conflict now, fresh vigor give,</div> +<div class="vind2">And make me more than conqueror in the strife.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live thy purpose to fulfill;</div> +<div class="vind2">Bright for thy glory let my taper shine;</div> +<div class="verse">Each day renew, remold this stubborn will;</div> +<div class="vind2">Closer round thee my heart's affections twine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live for self and sin no more;</div> +<div class="vind2">But use the time remaining to me yet;</div> +<div class="verse">Not mine own pleasure seeking as before,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wasting no precious hours in vain regret.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live; no idler let me be,</div> +<div class="vind2">But in thy service hand and heart employ.</div> +<div class="verse">Prepared to do thy bidding cheerfully—</div> +<div class="vind2">Be this my highest and my holiest joy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live—my daily cross to bear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor murmur though I bend beneath its load.</div> +<div class="verse">Only be with me, let me feel thee near,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy smile sheds gladness on the darkest road.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live and find my life in thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Looking from earth and earthly things away.</div> +<div class="verse">Let me not falter, but untiringly</div> +<div class="vind2">Press on, and gain new strength and power each day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Teach me to live with kindly words for all,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wearing no cold repulsive brow of gloom,</div> +<div class="verse">Waiting with cheerful patience till thy call</div> +<div class="vind2">Summons my spirit to her heavenly home.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">{261}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OPPORTUNITY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Master of human destinies am I,</div> +<div class="verse">Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait,</div> +<div class="verse">Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate</div> +<div class="verse">Deserts and seas remote, and, passing by</div> +<div class="verse">Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late</div> +<div class="verse">I knock, unbidden, once at every gate!</div> +<div class="verse">If sleeping, wake—if feasting, rise—before</div> +<div class="verse">I turn away. It is the hour of fate,</div> +<div class="verse">And they who follow me reach every state</div> +<div class="verse">Mortals desire, and conquer every foe</div> +<div class="verse">Save death; but those who doubt, or hesitate,</div> +<div class="verse">Condemned to failure, penury, and woe,</div> +<div class="verse">Seek me in vain and uselessly implore;</div> +<div class="verse">I answer not, and I return no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John James Ingalls.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THREE DAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So much to do; so little done!</div> +<div class="verse">Ah! yesternight I saw the sun</div> +<div class="verse">Sink beamless down the vaulted gray—</div> +<div class="verse">The ghastly ghost of yesterday.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So little done; so much to do!</div> +<div class="verse">Each morning breaks on conflicts new;</div> +<div class="verse">But eager, brave, I'll join the fray,</div> +<div class="verse">And fight the battle of to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So much to do; so little done!</div> +<div class="verse">But when it's o'er—the victory won—</div> +<div class="verse">O then, my soul, this strife and sorrow</div> +<div class="verse">Will end in that great, glad to-morrow!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Roberts Gilmore.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JUSTICE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Three men went out one summer night;</div> +<div class="vind2">No care had they or aim.</div> +<div class="verse">They dined and drank. Ere we go home</div> +<div class="vind2">We'll have, they said, a game.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Three girls began that summer night</div> +<div class="vind2">A life of endless shame,</div> +<div class="verse">And went through drink, disease, and death</div> +<div class="vind2">As swift as racing flame.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lawless, homeless, foul, they died;</div> +<div class="vind2">Rich, loved, and praised, the men.</div> +<div class="verse">But when they all shall meet with God,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Justice speaks, what then?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Stopford Augustus Brooke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OPPORTUNITY IMPROVED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:</div> +<div class="verse">There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;</div> +<div class="verse">And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged</div> +<div class="verse">A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords</div> +<div class="verse">Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner</div> +<div class="verse">Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.</div> +<div class="verse">A craven hung along the battle's edge,</div> +<div class="verse">And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel—</div> +<div class="verse">That blue blade that the king's son bears—but this</div> +<div class="verse">Blunt thing——!" he snapt and flung it from his hand,</div> +<div class="verse">And lowering crept away and left the field.</div> +<div class="verse">Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead,</div> +<div class="verse">And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,</div> +<div class="verse">Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,</div> +<div class="verse">And ran and snatched it and, with battle-shout</div> +<div class="verse">Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down,</div> +<div class="verse">And saved a great cause that heroic day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Live while you live, the epicure would say,</div> +<div class="verse">And seize the pleasures of the passing day!</div> +<div class="verse">Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,</div> +<div class="verse">And give to God each moment as it flies!</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, in my views let both united be;</div> +<div class="verse">I live in pleasure when I live to thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip Doddridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is bad to have an empty purse,</div> +<div class="verse">But an empty head is a whole lot worse.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shut your mouth, and open your eyes,</div> +<div class="verse">And you're sure to learn something to make you wise.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">{262}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE COMMON LOT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Once, in the flight of ages past,</div> +<div class="vind2">There lived a man, and who was he?</div> +<div class="verse">Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,</div> +<div class="vind2">That man resembled thee.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Unknown the region of his birth;</div> +<div class="vind2">The land in which he died unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">His name has perished from the earth;</div> +<div class="vind2">This truth survives alone:</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That joy and grief and hope and fear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Alternate triumphed in his breast;</div> +<div class="verse">His bliss and woe—a smile, a tear!</div> +<div class="vind2">Oblivion hides the rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He suffered—but his pangs are o'er;</div> +<div class="vind2">Enjoyed—but his delights are fled;</div> +<div class="verse">Had friends—his friends are now no more;</div> +<div class="vind2">And foes—his foes are dead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">He saw whatever thou hast seen;</div> +<div class="vind2">Encountered all that troubles thee;</div> +<div class="verse">He was—whatever thou hast been;</div> +<div class="vind2">He is—what thou shalt be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The rolling seasons, day and night,</div> +<div class="vind2">Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and man,</div> +<div class="verse">Erewhile his portion, life, and light,</div> +<div class="vind2">To him exist in vain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye</div> +<div class="vind2">That once their shades and glory threw,</div> +<div class="verse">Have left in yonder silent sky</div> +<div class="vind2">No vestige where they flew.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The annals of the human race,</div> +<div class="vind2">Their ruins, since the world began,</div> +<div class="verse">Of him afford no other trace</div> +<div class="vind2">Than this—there lived a man.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Montgomery.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Happy the man, and happy he alone,</div> +<div class="verse">He who can call to-day his own;</div> +<div class="verse">He who, secure within, can say,</div> +<div class="verse">"To-morrow, do thy worst; for I have lived to-day.</div> +<div class="verse">Be fair or foul, or rain or shine,</div> +<div class="verse">The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.</div> +<div class="verse">Not heaven itself upon the past has power,</div> +<div class="verse">But what has been has been, and I have had my hour."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Horace, tr. by John Dryden.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PROEM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If this little world to-night</div> +<div class="vind2">Suddenly should fall through space</div> +<div class="verse">In a hissing, headlong flight,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shriveling from off its face,</div> +<div class="verse">As it falls into the sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">In an instant every trace</div> +<div class="verse">Of the little crawling things—</div> +<div class="vind2">Ants, philosophers, and lice,</div> +<div class="verse">Cattle, cockroaches, and kings,</div> +<div class="vind2">Beggars, millionaires, and mice,</div> +<div class="verse">Men and maggots—all as one</div> +<div class="vind2">As it falls into the sun—</div> +<div class="verse">Who can say but at the same</div> +<div class="vind2">Instant, from some planet far,</div> +<div class="verse">A child may watch us and exclaim,</div> +<div class="vind2">"See the pretty shooting star!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Herford.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DOING AND BEING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Think not alone to <i>do</i> right, and fulfill</div> +<div class="vind2">Life's due perfection by the simple worth</div> +<div class="vind2">Of lawful actions called by justice forth,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus condone a world confused with ill!</div> +<div class="verse">But fix the high condition of thy will</div> +<div class="vind2">To <i>be</i> right, that its good's spontaneous birth</div> +<div class="vind2">May spread like flowers springing from the earth</div> +<div class="verse">On which the natural dews of heaven distill;</div> +<div class="verse">For these require no honors, take no care</div> +<div class="vind2">For gratitude from men—but more are blessed</div> +<div class="verse">In the sweet ignorance that they are fair;</div> +<div class="vind2">And through their proper functions live and rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Breathing their fragrance out with joyous air,</div> +<div class="vind2">Content with praise of bettering what is best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Davies.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And, since we needs must hunger, better for man's love</div> +<div class="verse">Than God's truth! better for companions sweet</div> +<div class="verse">Than great convictions! let us bear our weights</div> +<div class="verse">Preferring dreary hearths to desert souls.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">{263}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RICHES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Since all the riches of this world</div> +<div class="vind2">May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,</div> +<div class="verse">I should suspect that I worshiped the devil</div> +<div class="vind2">If I thanked my God for worldly things.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Blake.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Trust to the Lord to hide thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Wait on the Lord to guide thee,</div> +<div class="verse">So shall no ill betide thee</div> +<div class="vind6">Day by day.</div> +<div class="verse">Rise with his fear before thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Tell of the love he bore thee,</div> +<div class="verse">Sleep with his shadow o'er thee,</div> +<div class="vind6">Day by day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Four things a man must learn to do</div> +<div class="verse">If he would make his record true:</div> +<div class="verse">To think without confusion clearly;</div> +<div class="verse">To love his fellow-men sincerely;</div> +<div class="verse">To act from honest motives purely;</div> +<div class="verse">To trust in God and heaven securely.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry van Dyke.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Each moment holy is, for out from God</div> +<div class="verse">Each moment flashes forth a human soul.</div> +<div class="verse">Holy each moment is, for back to him</div> +<div class="verse">Some wandering soul each moment home returns.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At thirty man suspects himself a fool;</div> +<div class="verse">Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;</div> +<div class="verse">At fifty chides his infamous delay,</div> +<div class="verse">Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;</div> +<div class="verse">In all the magnanimity of thought</div> +<div class="verse">Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abundance is the blessing of the wise;</div> +<div class="verse">The use of riches in discretion lies;</div> +<div class="verse">Learn this, ye men of wealth: a heavy purse</div> +<div class="verse">In a fool's pocket is a heavy curse.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Greek.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FRIEND AND FOE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dear is my friend, but my foe too</div> +<div class="vind2">Is friendly to my good;</div> +<div class="verse">My friend the thing shows I <i>can</i> do,</div> +<div class="vind2">My foe the thing I should.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Johann C. F. von Schiller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How does the soul grow? Not all in a minute;</div> +<div class="verse">Now it may lose ground, and now it may win it;</div> +<div class="verse">Now it resolves, and again the will faileth;</div> +<div class="verse">Now it rejoiceth, and now it bewaileth;</div> +<div class="verse">Now its hopes fructify, then they are blighted;</div> +<div class="verse">Now it walks sunnily, now gropes benighted;</div> +<div class="verse">Fed by discouragements, taught by disaster,</div> +<div class="verse">So it goes forward, now slower, now faster;</div> +<div class="verse">Till, all the pain past and failure made whole,</div> +<div class="verse">It is full grown, and the Lord rules the soul.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Susan Coolidge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life is too short to waste</div> +<div class="verse">In critic peep or cynic bark,</div> +<div class="verse">Quarrel, or reprimand.</div> +<div class="verse">'Twill soon be dark;</div> +<div class="verse">Up! mind thine own aim, and</div> +<div class="verse">God speed the mark!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ralph Waldo Emerson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Pleasures are like poppies spread,</div> +<div class="verse">You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;</div> +<div class="verse">Or like the snow-fall in the river,</div> +<div class="verse">A moment white—then melts forever;</div> +<div class="verse">Or like the borealis race,</div> +<div class="verse">That flit ere you can point their place;</div> +<div class="verse">Or like the rainbow's lovely form,</div> +<div class="verse">Evanishing amid the storm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Burns.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I saw a farmer plow his land who never came to sow;</div> +<div class="verse">I saw a student filled with truth to practice never go;</div> +<div class="verse">In land or mind I never saw the ripened harvest grow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Saadi, tr. by James Freeman Clarke.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">{264}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CARES AND DAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To those who prattle of despair</div> +<div class="vind2">Some friend, methinks, might wisely say:</div> +<div class="verse">Each day, no question, has its care,</div> +<div class="vind2">But also every care its day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">What imports</div> +<div class="verse">Fasting or feasting? Do thy day's work; dare</div> +<div class="verse">Refuse no help thereto; since help refused</div> +<div class="verse">Is hindrance sought and found.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">I go to prove my soul!</div> +<div class="verse">I see my way as birds their trackless way.</div> +<div class="verse">I shall arrive! What time, what circuit first,</div> +<div class="verse">I ask not; but unless God send his hail</div> +<div class="verse">Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow,</div> +<div class="verse">In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:</div> +<div class="verse">He guides me and the bird. In his good time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou in misery, brother? Then, I pray,</div> +<div class="verse">Be comforted; thy grief shall pass away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Art thou elated? Ah! be not too gay;</div> +<div class="verse">Temper thy joy; this, too, shall pass away.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er thou art, where'er thy footsteps stray,</div> +<div class="verse">Heed the wise words: "This, too, shall pass away."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths,</div> +<div class="verse">In feelings, not in figures on a dial.</div> +<div class="verse">We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives</div> +<div class="verse">Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.</div> +<div class="verse">Life's but a means unto an end; that end</div> +<div class="verse">Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Philip James Bailey.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WE DEFER THINGS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We say, and we say, and we say,</div> +<div class="vind2">We promise, engage, and declare,</div> +<div class="verse">Till a year from to-morrow is yesterday</div> +<div class="vind2">And yesterday is—where?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To be sincere. To look life in the eyes</div> +<div class="vind2">With calm, undrooping gaze. Always to mean</div> +<div class="vind2">The high and truthful thing. Never to screen</div> +<div class="verse">Behind the unmeant word the sharp surprise</div> +<div class="verse">Of cunning; never tell the little lies</div> +<div class="vind2">Of look or thought. Always to choose between</div> +<div class="vind2">The true and small, the true and large, serene</div> +<div class="verse">And high above Life's cheap dishonesties.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The soul that steers by this unfading star</div> +<div class="verse">Needs never other compass. All the far,</div> +<div class="verse">Wide waste shall blaze with guiding light, though rocks</div> +<div class="vind2">And sirens meet and mock its straining gaze.</div> +<div class="verse">Secure from storms and all Life's battle-shocks</div> +<div class="vind2">It shall not veer from any righteous ways.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maurice Smiley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The lily's lips are pure and white without a touch of fire;</div> +<div class="verse">The rose's heart is warm and red and sweetened with desire.</div> +<div class="verse">In earth's broad fields of deathless bloom the gladdest lives are those</div> +<div class="verse">Whose thoughts are as the lily and whose love is like the rose.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We shape ourselves the joy or fear</div> +<div class="vind2">Of which the coming life is made,</div> +<div class="verse">And fill our future's atmosphere</div> +<div class="vind2">With sunshine or with shade.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The tissue of the life to be</div> +<div class="vind2">We weave with colors all our own,</div> +<div class="verse">And in the field of destiny</div> +<div class="vind2">We reap as we have sown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">{265}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE ROUND OF THE WHEEL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The miller feeds the mill, and the mill the miller;</div> +<div class="verse">So death feeds life, and life, too, feeds its killer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I were dead I think that you would come</div> +<div class="vind2">And look upon me, cold and white, and say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Poor child! I'm sorry you have gone away."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But just because my body has to live</div> +<div class="vind2">Through hopeless years, you do not come and say,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Dear child, I'm glad that you are here to-day."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who heeds not experience, trust him not; tell him</div> +<div class="vind2">The scope of our mind can but trifles achieve;</div> +<div class="verse">The weakest who draws from the mine will excel him—</div> +<div class="vind2">The wealth of mankind is the wisdom they leave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Boyle O'Reilly.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A pious friend one day of Rabia asked</div> +<div class="vind2">How she had learned the truth of Allah wholly;</div> +<div class="verse">By what instructions was her memory tasked?</div> +<div class="vind2">How was her heart estranged from the world's folly?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">She answered, "Thou who knowest God in parts</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy spirit's moods and processes canst tell:</div> +<div class="verse">I only know that in my heart of hearts</div> +<div class="vind2">I have despised myself and loved him well."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is a tide in the affairs of men</div> +<div class="verse">Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;</div> +<div class="verse">Omitted, all the voyage of their life</div> +<div class="verse">Is bound in shallows and in miseries.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE DESERT'S USE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why wakes not life the desert bare and lone?</div> +<div class="verse">To show what all would be if she were gone.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Sterling.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So live that, when thy summons comes to join</div> +<div class="verse">The innumerable caravan which moves</div> +<div class="verse">To that mysterious realm where each shall take</div> +<div class="verse">His chamber in the silent halls of death,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou go not like the quarry slave at night</div> +<div class="verse">Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed</div> +<div class="verse">By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave</div> +<div class="verse">Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch</div> +<div class="verse">About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cullen Bryant.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">The time is short.</div> +<div class="verse">If thou wouldst work for God it must be now.</div> +<div class="verse">If thou wouldst win the garlands for thy brow,</div> +<div class="vind6">Redeem the time.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I sometimes feel the thread of life is slender;</div> +<div class="vind2">And soon with me the labor will be wrought;</div> +<div class="verse">Then grows my heart to other hearts more tender;</div> +<div class="vind6">The time is short.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The man who idly sits and thinks</div> +<div class="vind2">May sow a nobler crop than corn;</div> +<div class="verse">For thoughts are seeds of future deeds,</div> +<div class="vind2">And when God thought, the world was born.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—George John Romanes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thought is deeper than all speech,</div> +<div class="vind2">Feeling deeper than all thought;</div> +<div class="verse">Souls to souls can never teach</div> +<div class="vind2">What unto themselves was taught.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christopher Pearse Cranch.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">{266}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">That thou mayst injure no man dovelike be,</div> +<div class="verse">And serpentlike that none may injure thee.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The poem hangs on the berry bush</div> +<div class="vind2">When comes the poet's eye.</div> +<div class="verse">The street begins to masquerade</div> +<div class="vind2">When Shakespeare passes by.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William C. Gannett.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be thou a poor man and a just</div> +<div class="vind2">And thou mayest live without alarm;</div> +<div class="verse">For leave the good man Satan must,</div> +<div class="vind2">The poor the Sultan will not harm.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Diving, and finding no pearls in the sea,</div> +<div class="verse">Blame not the ocean; the fault is in thee!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">All habits gather by unseen degrees;</div> +<div class="verse">As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Dryden.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Habits are soon assumed, but when we strive</div> +<div class="verse">To strip them off 'tis being flayed alive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Cowper.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So live that when the mighty caravan,</div> +<div class="verse">Which halts one night-time in the Vale of Death,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall strike its white tents for the morning march,</div> +<div class="verse">Thou shalt mount onward to the Eternal Hills,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy foot unwearied, and thy strength renewed</div> +<div class="verse">Like the strong eagle's for the upward flight.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And see all sights from pole to pole,</div> +<div class="verse">And glance and nod and bustle by,</div> +<div class="verse">And never once possess our soul</div> +<div class="vind2">Before we die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Matthew Arnold.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Catch, then, O catch the transient hour;</div> +<div class="verse">Improve each moment as it flies;</div> +<div class="verse">Life's a short summer—man a flower.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dr. Samuel Johnson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">This world's no blot for us</div> +<div class="verse">Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good:</div> +<div class="verse">To find its meaning is my meat and drink.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">What is life?</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air,</div> +<div class="verse">Or gaze upon the sun. 'Tis to be free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Joseph Addison.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I see the right, and I approve it too,</div> +<div class="verse">Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ovid.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">God asks not "To what sect did he belong?"</div> +<div class="verse">But, "Did he do the right, or love the wrong?"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,</div> +<div class="verse">Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;</div> +<div class="verse">So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,</div> +<div class="verse">Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One wept all night beside a sick man's bed:</div> +<div class="verse">At dawn the sick was well, the mourner dead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant,</div> +<div class="verse">O life, not death, for which we pant;</div> +<div class="verse">More life and fuller that I want.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">{267}</a></span></p> + +<h2>AGE AND DEATH</h2> + +<h3>MATURITY, VICTORY, HEAVEN</h3> + + +<h4>A DEFIANCE TO OLD AGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou shalt not rob me, thievish Time,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of all my blessings or my joy;</div> +<div class="verse">I have some jewels in my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Which thou art powerless to destroy.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou mayest denude mine arm of strength,</div> +<div class="vind2">And leave my temples seamed and bare;</div> +<div class="verse">Deprive mine eyes of passion's light,</div> +<div class="vind2">And scatter silver o'er my hair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But never, while a book remains,</div> +<div class="vind2">And breathes a woman or a child,</div> +<div class="verse">Shalt thou deprive me whilst I live</div> +<div class="vind2">Of feelings fresh and undefiled.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No, never while the earth is fair,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Reason keeps its dial bright,</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er thy robberies, O Time,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall I be bankrupt of delight.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Whate'er thy victories o'er my frame,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou canst not cheat me of this truth:</div> +<div class="verse">That, though the limbs may faint and fail,</div> +<div class="vind2">The spirit can renew its youth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So, thievish Time, I fear thee not;</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou'rt powerless on this heart of mine;</div> +<div class="verse">My precious jewels are my own,</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis but the settings that are thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Mackay.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SIMPLE FAITH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">You say, "Where goest thou?" I cannot tell</div> +<div class="verse">And still go on. If but the way be straight</div> +<div class="verse">I cannot go amiss! Before me lies</div> +<div class="verse">Dawn and the Day! the Night behind me; that</div> +<div class="verse">Suffices me; I break the bounds; I see,</div> +<div class="verse">And nothing more; believe, and nothing less.</div> +<div class="verse">My future is not one of my concerns.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A MORNING THOUGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What if some morning, when the stars were paling,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear,</div> +<div class="verse">Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence</div> +<div class="vind2">Of a benignant Spirit standing near,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And I should tell him, as he stood beside me,</div> +<div class="vind2">"This is our Earth—most friendly Earth, and fair;</div> +<div class="verse">Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow</div> +<div class="vind2">Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"There is blest living here, loving and serving,</div> +<div class="vind2">And quest of truth, and serene friendships dear;</div> +<div class="verse">But stay not, Spirit! Earth has one destroyer—</div> +<div class="vind2">His name is Death; flee, lest he find thee here!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And what if then, while the still morning brightened,</div> +<div class="vind2">And freshened in the elm the summer's breath,</div> +<div class="verse">Should gravely smile on me the gentle angel,</div> +<div class="vind2">And take my hand and say, "My name is Death."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">On parent knees, a naked, new-born child,</div> +<div class="verse">Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled:</div> +<div class="verse">So live that, sinking in thy last long sleep,</div> +<div class="verse">Calm thou may'st smile while all around thee weep.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">{268}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EMMAUS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Abide with us, O wondrous guest!</div> +<div class="verse">A stranger still, though long possessed;</div> +<div class="verse">Our hearts thy love unknown desire,</div> +<div class="verse">And marvel how the sacred fire</div> +<div class="verse">Should burn within us while we stray</div> +<div class="verse">From that sad spot where Jesus lay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So when our youth, through bitter loss</div> +<div class="verse">Or hopes deferred, draws near the cross,</div> +<div class="verse">We lose the Lord our childhood knew</div> +<div class="verse">And God's own word may seem untrue;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet Christ himself shall soothe the way</div> +<div class="verse">Towards the evening of our day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And though we travel towards the west</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis still for toil, and not for rest;</div> +<div class="verse">No fate except that life is done;</div> +<div class="verse">At Emmaus is our work begun;</div> +<div class="verse">Then let us watch lest tears should hide</div> +<div class="verse">The Lord who journeys by our side.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT NOW BUT THEN</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Take the joys and bear the sorrows—neither with extreme concern!</div> +<div class="verse">Living here means nescience simply; 'tis next life that helps to learn.</div> +<div class="verse">Shut those eyes next life will open—stop those ears next life will teach</div> +<div class="verse">Hearing's office; close those lips next life will give the power of speech!</div> +<div class="verse">Or, if action more amuse thee than the passive attitude,</div> +<div class="verse">Bravely bustle through thy being, busy thee for ill or good,</div> +<div class="verse">Reap this life's success or failure! Soon shall things be unperplexed,</div> +<div class="verse">And the right or wrong, now tangled, lie unraveled in the next.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CHEERFUL OLD AGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ah! don't be sorrowful, darling,</div> +<div class="vind2">And don't be sorrowful, pray;</div> +<div class="verse">For taking the year together, my dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">There isn't more night than day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis rainy weather, my darling;</div> +<div class="vind2">Time's waves they heavily run;</div> +<div class="verse">But taking the year together, my dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">There isn't more cloud than sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are old folks now, my darling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our heads are growing gray;</div> +<div class="verse">And taking the year together, my dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">You will always find the May.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We have had our May, my darling,</div> +<div class="vind2">And our roses long ago;</div> +<div class="verse">And the time of year is coming, my dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">For the silent night and snow.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And God is God, my darling,</div> +<div class="vind2">Of night as well as day,</div> +<div class="verse">And we feel and know that we can go</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherever he leads the way.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ay, God of night, my darling;</div> +<div class="vind2">Of the night of death so grim;</div> +<div class="verse">The gate that leads out of life, good wife,</div> +<div class="vind2">Is the gate that leads to him.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For age is opportunity no less</div> +<div class="verse">Than youth itself, though in another dress,</div> +<div class="verse">And as the evening twilight fades away</div> +<div class="verse">The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At sixty-two life has begun;</div> +<div class="vind2">At seventy-three begin once more;</div> +<div class="verse">Fly swifter as thou near'st the sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">And brighter shine at eighty-four.</div> +<div class="vind6">At ninety-five</div> +<div class="vind6">Shouldst thou arrive,</div> +<div class="verse">Still wait on God, and work and thrive.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Oliver Wendell Holmes.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For what is age but youth's full bloom,</div> +<div class="verse">A riper, more transcendent youth?</div> +<div class="verse">A weight of gold is never old.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor leave thee, when gray hairs are nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">A melancholy slave;</div> +<div class="verse">But an old age serene and bright,</div> +<div class="verse">And lovely as a Lapland night,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall lead thee to thy grave.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fill, brief or long, my granted years</div> +<div class="verse">Of life with love to thee and man;</div> +<div class="verse">Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest,</div> +<div class="verse">But let my last days be my best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">An age so blest that, by its side,</div> +<div class="verse">Youth seems the waste instead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">{269}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At the midnight, in the silence of the sleep-time,</div> +<div class="verse">When you set your fancies free,</div> +<div class="verse">Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—</div> +<div class="verse">Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you love so,</div> +<div class="vind6">—Pity me?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!</div> +<div class="verse">What had I on earth to do</div> +<div class="verse">With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?</div> +<div class="verse">Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel</div> +<div class="vind6">—Being—who?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward,</div> +<div class="verse">Never doubted clouds would break,</div> +<div class="verse">Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,</div> +<div class="verse">Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,</div> +<div class="vind6">Sleep to wake.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No, at noonday, in the bustle of man's work-time,</div> +<div class="verse">Greet the unseen with a cheer!</div> +<div class="verse">Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,</div> +<div class="verse">"Strive and thrive!" cry, "Speed,—fight on, fare ever</div> +<div class="vind6">There as here!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Let no one till his death</div> +<div class="verse">Be called unhappy. Measure not the work</div> +<div class="verse">Until the day's out and the labor done;</div> +<div class="verse">Then bring your gauges.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>I WOULD LIVE LONGER</h4> + +<h5>Phil. i. 23.</h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O I would live longer, I gladly would stay,</div> +<div class="verse">Though "storm after storm rises dark o'er the way";</div> +<div class="verse">Temptations and trials beset me, 'tis true,</div> +<div class="verse">Yet gladly I'd stay where there's so much to do.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O I would live longer—not "away from my Lord"—</div> +<div class="verse">For ever he's with me, fulfilling his word;</div> +<div class="verse">In sorrow I lean on his arm, for he's near,</div> +<div class="verse">In darkness he speaks, and my spirit doth cheer.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yes, I would live longer some trophy to win,</div> +<div class="verse">Some soul to lead back from the dark paths of sin;</div> +<div class="verse">Some weak one to strengthen, some faint one to cheer,</div> +<div class="verse">And heaven will be sweeter for laboring here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But—would I live longer? How can I decide,</div> +<div class="verse">With Jesus in glory, still here to abide?</div> +<div class="verse">O Lord, leave not the decision to me,</div> +<div class="verse">Where best I can serve thee, Lord, there let me be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—L. Kinney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THERE IS NO DEATH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no death! the stars go down</div> +<div class="vind2">To rise upon some fairer shore,</div> +<div class="verse">And bright in heaven's jeweled crown</div> +<div class="vind2">They shine forever more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no death! the dust we tread</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall change, beneath the summer showers,</div> +<div class="verse">To golden grain, or mellow fruit,</div> +<div class="vind2">Or rainbow-tinted flowers.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no death! the leaves may fall,</div> +<div class="vind2">The flowers may fade and pass away—</div> +<div class="verse">They only wait, through wintry hours,</div> +<div class="vind2">The warm sweet breath of May.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no death! the choicest gifts</div> +<div class="vind2">That Heaven hath kindly lent to earth</div> +<div class="verse">Are ever first to seek again</div> +<div class="vind2">The country of their birth;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And all things that, for grief or joy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are worthy of thy love and care,</div> +<div class="verse">Whose loss has left us desolate,</div> +<div class="vind2">Are safely garnered there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">* * * * * * *</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They are not dead! they have but passed</div> +<div class="vind2">Beyond the mists that blind us here,</div> +<div class="verse">Into the new and larger life</div> +<div class="vind2">Of that serener sphere.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">{270}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">They have but dropped their robe of clay</div> +<div class="vind2">To put their shining raiment on;</div> +<div class="verse">They have not wandered far away—</div> +<div class="vind2">They are not "lost" or "gone."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Though disenthralled and glorified,</div> +<div class="vind2">They still are here and love us yet;</div> +<div class="verse">The dear ones they have left behind</div> +<div class="vind2">They never can forget.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—J. C. McCreery.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>PROSPICE (LOOK FORWARD)</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,</div> +<div class="vind2">The mist in my face;</div> +<div class="verse">When the snows begin, and the blasts denote</div> +<div class="vind2">I am nearing the place,</div> +<div class="verse">The power of the night, the press of the storm,</div> +<div class="vind2">The post of the foe;</div> +<div class="verse">Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form?</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet the strong man must go;</div> +<div class="verse">For the journey is done and the summit attained,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the barriers fall—</div> +<div class="verse">Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,</div> +<div class="vind2">The reward of it all.</div> +<div class="verse">I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,</div> +<div class="vind2">The best and the last!</div> +<div class="verse">I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,</div> +<div class="vind2">And bade me creep past.</div> +<div class="verse">No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,</div> +<div class="vind2">The heroes of old,</div> +<div class="verse">Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears</div> +<div class="vind2">Of pain, darkness, and cold.</div> +<div class="verse">For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,</div> +<div class="vind2">The black minute's at end,</div> +<div class="verse">And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave,</div> +<div class="vind2">Shall dwindle, shall blend,</div> +<div class="verse">Shall change: shall become first a peace out of pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Then a light, then thy breast,</div> +<div class="verse">O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,</div> +<div class="vind2">And with God be the rest!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR HOME ABOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We thank thee, gracious Father,</div> +<div class="vind2">For many a pleasant day,</div> +<div class="verse">For bird and flower, and joyous hour,</div> +<div class="vind2">For friends, and work, and play.</div> +<div class="verse">Of blessing and of mercy</div> +<div class="vind2">Our life has had its share;</div> +<div class="verse">This world is not a wilderness,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou hast made all things fair.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But fairer still, and sweeter,</div> +<div class="vind2">The things that are above;</div> +<div class="verse">We look and long to join the song</div> +<div class="vind2">In the land of light and love.</div> +<div class="verse">We trust the Word which tells us</div> +<div class="vind2">Of that divine abode;</div> +<div class="verse">By faith we bring its glories nigh,</div> +<div class="vind2">While hope illumes the road.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So death has lost its terrors;</div> +<div class="vind2">How can we fear it now?</div> +<div class="verse">Its face, once grim, now leads to him</div> +<div class="vind2">At whose command we bow.</div> +<div class="verse">His presence makes us happy,</div> +<div class="vind2">His service is delight,</div> +<div class="verse">The many mansions gleam and glow,</div> +<div class="vind2">The saints our souls invite.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We welcome that departure</div> +<div class="vind2">Which brings us to our Lord;</div> +<div class="verse">We hail with joy the blest employ</div> +<div class="vind2">Those wondrous realms afford.</div> +<div class="verse">We call it home up yonder;</div> +<div class="vind2">Down here we toil and strain</div> +<div class="verse">As in some mine's dark, danksome depths;</div> +<div class="vind2">There sunshine bright we gain.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">To God, then, sound the timbrel!</div> +<div class="vind2">There's naught can do us harm;</div> +<div class="verse">Our greatest foe has been laid low;</div> +<div class="vind2">What else can cause alarm?</div> +<div class="verse">For freedom and for victory</div> +<div class="vind2">Our hearts give loud acclaim;</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er befall, on him we call;</div> +<div class="verse">North, South, East, West, in him we rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">All glory to his name!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Mudge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AT LAST</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When on my day of life the night is falling,</div> +<div class="vind2">And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,</div> +<div class="verse">I hear far voices out of darkness calling</div> +<div class="vind2">My feet to paths unknown;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">{271}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant,</div> +<div class="vind2">Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;</div> +<div class="verse">O Love Divine, O Helper ever present,</div> +<div class="vind2">Be thou my strength and stay!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Be near me when all else is from me drifting:</div> +<div class="vind2">Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine,</div> +<div class="verse">And kindly faces to my own uplifting</div> +<div class="vind2">The love which answers mine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I have but Thee, my Father! let thy spirit</div> +<div class="vind2">Be with me then to comfort and uphold;</div> +<div class="verse">No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor street of shining gold.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Suffice it if—my good and ill unreckoned,</div> +<div class="vind2">And both forgiven through thy abounding grace—</div> +<div class="verse">I find myself by hands familiar beckoned</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto my fitting place.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some humble door among thy many mansions,</div> +<div class="vind2">Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,</div> +<div class="verse">And flows forever through heaven's green expansions</div> +<div class="vind2">The river of thy peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There, from the music round about me stealing,</div> +<div class="vind2">I fain would learn the new and holy song,</div> +<div class="verse">And find at last, beneath thy trees of healing,</div> +<div class="vind2">The life for which I long.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>READY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be ready, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">My house in order set,</div> +<div class="verse">None of the work thou gavest me</div> +<div class="vind2">To do unfinished yet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be watching, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">With lamp well trimmed and clear,</div> +<div class="verse">Quick to throw open wide the door,</div> +<div class="vind2">What time thou drawest near.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be waiting, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Because I cannot know</div> +<div class="verse">If in the night or morning watch</div> +<div class="vind2">I may be called to go.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be waking, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each day, each hour for thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Assured that thus I wait thee well,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whene'er thy coming be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I would be living, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind2">As ever in thine eye;</div> +<div class="verse">For whoso lives the nearest thee</div> +<div class="vind2">The fittest is to die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Margaret J. Preston.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THALASSA! THALASSA!</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I stand upon the summit of my life,</div> +<div class="verse">Behind, the camp, the court, the field, the grove,</div> +<div class="verse">The battle and the burden; vast, afar</div> +<div class="verse">Beyond these weary ways, behold the Sea!</div> +<div class="verse">The sea, o'erswept by clouds and winds and waves;</div> +<div class="verse">By thoughts and wishes manifold; whose breath</div> +<div class="verse">Is freshness and whose mighty pulse is peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Palter no question of the horizon dim—</div> +<div class="verse">Cut loose the bark! Such voyage, it is rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Majestic motion, unimpeded scope,</div> +<div class="verse">A widening heaven, a current without care,</div> +<div class="verse">Eternity! Deliverance, promise, course,</div> +<div class="verse">Time-tired souls salute thee from the shore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Brownlee Brown.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AT END</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At end of love, at end of life,</div> +<div class="verse">At end of hope, at end of strife,</div> +<div class="verse">At end of all we cling to so,</div> +<div class="verse">The sun is setting—must we go?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">At dawn of love, at dawn of life,</div> +<div class="verse">At dawn of peace that follows strife,</div> +<div class="verse">At dawn of all we long for so,</div> +<div class="verse">The sun is rising—let us go!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Louise Chandler Moulton.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">{272}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT IS DEATH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not death to die—</div> +<div class="vind2">To leave this weary road,</div> +<div class="verse">And, 'mid the brotherhood on high,</div> +<div class="vind2">To be at home with God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not death to close</div> +<div class="vind2">The eye long dimmed by tears,</div> +<div class="verse">And wake in glorious repose</div> +<div class="vind2">To spend eternal years.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not death to bear</div> +<div class="vind2">The wrench that sets us free</div> +<div class="verse">From dungeon chain, to breathe the air</div> +<div class="vind2">Of boundless liberty.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It is not death to fling</div> +<div class="vind2">Aside this sinful dust,</div> +<div class="verse">And rise on strong exulting wing</div> +<div class="vind2">To live among the just.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Jesus, thou Prince of life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy chosen cannot die!</div> +<div class="verse">Like thee they conquer in the strife</div> +<div class="vind2">To reign with thee on high.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Abraham H. C. Malan, tr. by George Washington Bethune.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>UPHILL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Does the road wind uphill all the way?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Yes, to the very end.</i></div> +<div class="verse">Will the day's journey take the whole long day?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>From morn to night, my friend.</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But is there for the night a resting-place?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.</i></div> +<div class="verse">May not the darkness hide it from my face?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>You cannot miss the inn.</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Those who have gone before.</i></div> +<div class="verse">Then must I knock or call when just in sight?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>They will not keep you standing at the door.</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Of labor you shall find the sum.</i></div> +<div class="verse">Will there be beds for me and all who seek?</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Yes, beds for all who come.</i></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Christina G. Rossetti.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ON SECOND THOUGHT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The end's so near,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is all one</div> +<div class="verse">What track I steer,</div> +<div class="vind2">What work's begun,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is all one</div> +<div class="vind2">If <i>nothing's</i> done,</div> +<div class="verse">The end's so near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The end's so near,</div> +<div class="vind2">It is all one</div> +<div class="verse"><i>What</i> track thou steer,</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>What</i> work's begun—</div> +<div class="vind2"><i>Some</i> deed, <i>some</i> plan,</div> +<div class="vind2">As thou'rt a man!</div> +<div class="verse">The end's so near!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Rowland Sill.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE VOICE CALLING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">In the hush of April weather,</div> +<div class="vind2">With the bees in budding heather,</div> +<div class="verse">And the white clouds floating, floating,</div> +<div class="vind4">and the sunshine falling broad;</div> +<div class="vind2">While my children down the hill</div> +<div class="vind2">Run and leap, and I sit still,</div> +<div class="verse">Through the silence, through the silence</div> +<div class="vind4">art thou calling, O my God?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Through my husband's voice that prayeth,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though he knows not what he sayeth,</div> +<div class="verse">Is it thou who, in thy holy word, hast</div> +<div class="vind4">solemn words for me?</div> +<div class="vind2">And when he clasps me fast,</div> +<div class="vind2">And smiles fondly o'er the past,</div> +<div class="verse">And talks hopeful of the future, Lord,</div> +<div class="vind4">do I hear only thee?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Not in terror nor in thunder</div> +<div class="vind2">Comes thy voice, although it sunder</div> +<div class="verse">Flesh from spirit, soul from body,</div> +<div class="vind4">human bliss from human pain;</div> +<div class="vind2">All the work that was to do,</div> +<div class="vind2">All the joys so sweet and new,</div> +<div class="verse">Which thou shew'dst me in a vision,</div> +<div class="vind4">Moses-like, and hid'st again.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">From this Pisgah, lying humbled,</div> +<div class="vind2">The long desert where I stumbled</div> +<div class="verse">And the fair plains I shall never reach</div> +<div class="vind4">seem equal, clear, and far:</div> +<div class="vind2">On this mountain-top of ease</div> +<div class="vind2">Thou wilt bury me in peace;</div> +<div class="verse">While my tribes march onward, onward</div> +<div class="vind4">unto Canaan and to war.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">{273}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">In my boy's loud laughter ringing,</div> +<div class="vind2">In the sigh, more soft than singing,</div> +<div class="verse">Of my baby girl that nestles up unto this mortal breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">After every voice most dear,</div> +<div class="vind2">Comes a whisper, "Rest not here."</div> +<div class="verse">And the rest thou art preparing, is it best, Lord, is it best?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Lord, a little, little longer!</div> +<div class="vind2">Sobs the earth love, growing stronger;</div> +<div class="verse">He will miss me, and go mourning through his solitary days,</div> +<div class="vind2">And heaven were scarcely heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">If these lambs that thou hast given</div> +<div class="verse">Were to slip out of our keeping and be lost in the world's ways.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Lord, it is not fear of dying,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor an impious denying</div> +<div class="verse">Of thy will—which evermore on earth, in heaven, be done;</div> +<div class="vind2">But a love that, desperate, clings</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto these, my precious things,</div> +<div class="verse">In the beauty of the daylight, and glory of the sun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind2">Ah! thou still art calling, calling,</div> +<div class="vind2">With a soft voice unappalling;</div> +<div class="verse">And it vibrates in far circles through the everlasting years;</div> +<div class="vind2">When thou knockest, even so!</div> +<div class="vind2">I will arise and go:</div> +<div class="verse">What, my little ones, more violets? nay, be patient; mother hears!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE "SILVER CORD IS LOOSED"</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the June twilight, in the soft, gray twilight,</div> +<div class="verse">The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve,</div> +<div class="verse">As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat,</div> +<div class="verse">"All these things for ever, for ever thou must leave."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My love she sank down quivering like a pine in tempest shivering,</div> +<div class="verse">"I have had so little happiness as yet beneath the sun;</div> +<div class="verse">I have called the shadow sunshine, and the merest frosty moonshine</div> +<div class="verse">I have, weeping, blessed the Lord for as if daylight had begun.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Till he sent a sudden angel, with a glorious sweet evangel,</div> +<div class="verse">Who turned all my tears to pearl-gems, and crowned <i>me</i>—so little worth;</div> +<div class="verse"><i>Me!</i> and through the rainy even changed my poor earth into heaven</div> +<div class="verse">Or, by wondrous revelation, brought the heavens down to earth.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"O the strangeness of the feeling!—O the infinite revealing,—</div> +<div class="verse">To think how God must love me to have made me so content!</div> +<div class="verse">Though I would have served him humbly, and patiently, and dumbly,</div> +<div class="verse">Without any angel standing in the pathway that I went."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In the June twilight, in the lessening twilight,</div> +<div class="verse">My love cried from my bosom an exceeding bitter cry:</div> +<div class="verse">"Lord, wait a little longer, until my soul is stronger!</div> +<div class="verse">O wait till thou hast taught me to be content to die!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then the tender face, all woman, took a glory superhuman,</div> +<div class="verse">And she seemed to watch for something, or see some I could not see:</div> +<div class="verse">From my arms she rose full-statured, all transfigured, queenly-featured,—</div> +<div class="verse">"As thy will is done in heaven, so on earth still let it be!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only</div> +<div class="verse">The vestibule of places whose courts we never win;</div> +<div class="verse">Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits amaranths twining,</div> +<div class="verse">And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CROSSING THE BAR</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sunset and evening star,</div> +<div class="vind2">And one clear call for me!</div> +<div class="verse">And may there be no moaning of the bar</div> +<div class="vind2">When I put out to sea,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep,</div> +<div class="vind2">Too full for sound and foam,</div> +<div class="verse">When that which drew from out the boundless deep</div> +<div class="vind2">Turns again home.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">{274}</a></span></div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Twilight and evening bell,</div> +<div class="vind2">And after that the dark!</div> +<div class="verse">And may there be no sadness of farewell</div> +<div class="vind2">When I embark;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For though from out our bourne of Time and Place</div> +<div class="vind2">The flood may bear me far,</div> +<div class="verse">I hope to see my Pilot face to face</div> +<div class="vind2">When I have crossed the bar.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alfred Tennyson.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LAUS MORTIS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Nay, why should I fear Death,</div> +<div class="verse">Who gives us life, and in exchange takes breath?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">He is like cordial spring,</div> +<div class="verse">That lifts above the soil each buried thing;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Like autumn, kind and brief,</div> +<div class="verse">The frost that chills the branches frees the leaf;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Like winter's stormy hours,</div> +<div class="verse">That spread their fleece of snow to save the flowers;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">The lordliest of all things!—</div> +<div class="verse">Life lends us only feet, Death gives us wings.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Fearing no covert thrust,</div> +<div class="verse">Let me walk onward, armed in valiant trust;</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Dreading no unseen knife,</div> +<div class="verse">Across Death's threshold step from life to life!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">O all ye frightened folk,</div> +<div class="verse">Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Laid in one equal bed,</div> +<div class="verse">When once your coverlet of grass is spread,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">What daybreak need you fear?</div> +<div class="verse">The Love will rule you there that guides you here.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Where Life, the sower, stands,</div> +<div class="verse">Scattering the ages from his swinging hands,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Thou waitest, reaper lone,</div> +<div class="verse">Until the multitudinous grain hath grown.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Scythe-bearer, when thy blade</div> +<div class="verse">Harvests my flesh, let me be unafraid.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">God's husbandman thou art,</div> +<div class="verse">In his unwithering sheaves, O, bind my heart!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IMMANUEL'S LAND</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The sands of time are sinking,</div> +<div class="vind2">The dawn of heaven breaks,</div> +<div class="verse">The summer morn I've sighed for—</div> +<div class="vind2">The fair, sweet morn awakes.</div> +<div class="verse">Dark, dark hath been the midnight,</div> +<div class="vind2">But dayspring is at hand,</div> +<div class="verse">And glory, glory dwelleth</div> +<div class="vind2">In Immanuel's land.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I've wrestled on toward heaven</div> +<div class="vind2">'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide,</div> +<div class="verse">Now, like a weary traveler</div> +<div class="vind2">That leaneth on his guide,</div> +<div class="verse">Amid the shades of evening,</div> +<div class="vind2">While sinks life's lingering sand,</div> +<div class="verse">I hail the glory dawning</div> +<div class="vind2">From Immanuel's land.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Deep waters crossed life's pathway;</div> +<div class="vind2">The hedge of thorns was sharp;</div> +<div class="verse">Now these lie all behind me.</div> +<div class="vind2">O for a well-tuned harp!</div> +<div class="verse">O to join the Hallelujah</div> +<div class="vind2">With yon triumphant band</div> +<div class="verse">Who sing where glory dwelleth—</div> +<div class="vind2">In Immanuel's land!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">With mercy and with judgment</div> +<div class="vind2">My web of time he wove,</div> +<div class="verse">And aye the dews of sorrow</div> +<div class="vind2">Were lustered with his love;</div> +<div class="verse">I'll bless the hand that guided,</div> +<div class="vind2">I'll bless the heart that planned,</div> +<div class="verse">When throned where glory dwelleth—</div> +<div class="vind2">In Immanuel's land.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Annie R. Cousin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The grave itself is but a covered bridge</div> +<div class="verse">Leading from light to light through a brief darkness.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I hold that, since by death alone</div> +<div class="vind2">God bids my soul go free,</div> +<div class="verse">In death a richer blessing is</div> +<div class="vind2">Than all the world to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DEATH</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Fearest the shadow? Keep thy trust;</div> +<div class="vind2">Still the star-worlds roll.</div> +<div class="verse">Fearest death? sayest, "Dust to dust"?</div> +<div class="vind2">No; say "Soul to Soul!"</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">{275}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE TENANT</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This body is my house—it is not I;</div> +<div class="verse">Herein I sojourn till, in some far sky,</div> +<div class="verse">I lease a fairer dwelling, built to last</div> +<div class="verse">Till all the carpentry of time is past.</div> +<div class="verse">When from my high place viewing this lone star,</div> +<div class="verse">What shall I care where these poor timbers are?</div> +<div class="verse">What though the crumbling walls turn dust and loam—</div> +<div class="verse">I shall have left them for a larger home.</div> +<div class="verse">What though the rafters break, the stanchions rot,</div> +<div class="verse">When earth has dwindled to a glimmering spot!</div> +<div class="verse">When thou, clay cottage, fallest, I'll immerse</div> +<div class="verse">My long-cramp'd spirit in the universe.</div> +<div class="verse">Through uncomputed silences of space</div> +<div class="verse">I shall yearn upward to the leaning Face.</div> +<div class="verse">The ancient heavens will roll aside for me,</div> +<div class="verse">As Moses monarch'd the dividing sea.</div> +<div class="verse">This body is my house—it is not I.</div> +<div class="verse">Triumphant in this faith I live, and die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>TO OUR BELOVED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It singeth low in every heart,</div> +<div class="vind2">We hear it, each and all—</div> +<div class="verse">A song of those who answer not,</div> +<div class="vind2">However we may call;</div> +<div class="verse">They throng the silence of the breast,</div> +<div class="vind2">We see them as of yore—</div> +<div class="verse">The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who walk with us no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">'Tis hard to take the burden up</div> +<div class="vind2">When these have laid it down;</div> +<div class="verse">They brightened all the joy of life,</div> +<div class="vind2">They softened every frown;</div> +<div class="verse">But, O, 'tis good to think of them</div> +<div class="vind2">When we are troubled sore!</div> +<div class="verse">Thanks be to God that such have been,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though they are here no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">More homelike seems the vast unknown</div> +<div class="vind2">Since they have entered there;</div> +<div class="verse">To follow them were not so hard,</div> +<div class="vind2">Wherever they may fare;</div> +<div class="verse">They cannot be where God is not,</div> +<div class="vind2">On any sea or shore;</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er betides, thy love abides,</div> +<div class="vind2">Our God, for evermore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John White Chadwick.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A DEATH BED</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">As I lay sick upon my bed</div> +<div class="verse">I heard them say "in danger";</div> +<div class="verse">The word seemed very strange to me</div> +<div class="verse">Could any word seem stranger?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"In danger"—of escape from sin</div> +<div class="verse">For ever and for ever!</div> +<div class="verse">Of entering that most holy place</div> +<div class="verse">Where evil entereth never!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"In danger"—of beholding him</div> +<div class="verse">Who is my soul's salvation!</div> +<div class="verse">Whose promises sustain my soul</div> +<div class="verse">In blest anticipation!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"In danger"—of soon shaking off</div> +<div class="verse">Earth's last remaining fetter!</div> +<div class="verse">And of departing hence to be</div> +<div class="verse">"With Christ," which is far better!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It <i>is</i> a solemn thing to die,</div> +<div class="verse">To face the king Immortal,</div> +<div class="verse">And each forgiven sinner should</div> +<div class="verse">Tread softly o'er the portal.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when we have confessed our sins</div> +<div class="verse">To him who can discern them,</div> +<div class="verse">And God has given pardon, peace,</div> +<div class="verse">Tho' we could ne'er deserve them,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then, dying is no dangerous thing;</div> +<div class="verse">Safe in the Saviour's keeping,</div> +<div class="verse">The ransomed soul is gently led</div> +<div class="verse">Beyond the reach of weeping.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">So tell me with unfaltering voice</div> +<div class="verse">When Hope is really dawning;</div> +<div class="verse">I should not like to sleep away</div> +<div class="verse">My few hours till the morning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust,</div> +<div class="verse">(Since he who knows our need is just,)</div> +<div class="verse">That somehow, somewhere meet we must.</div> +<div class="verse">Alas for him who never sees</div> +<div class="verse">The stars shine through his cypress trees!</div> +<div class="verse">Who hopeless lays his dead away,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor looks to see the breaking day</div> +<div class="verse">Across the mournful marbles play;</div> +<div class="verse">Who hath not learned in hours of faith</div> +<div class="verse">This truth to flesh and sense unknown;</div> +<div class="verse">That Life is ever lord of death,</div> +<div class="verse">And Love can never lose its own!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Greenleaf Whittier.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">{276}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AFTERWARD</h4> + +<div class="poemw"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There <i>is</i> no vacant chair. The loving meet—</div> +<div class="vind2">A group unbroken—smitten, who knows how?</div> +<div class="verse">One sitteth silent only, in his usual seat;</div> +<div class="vind2">We gave him once that freedom. Why not now?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Perhaps he is too weary, and needs rest;</div> +<div class="vind2">He needed it too often, nor could we</div> +<div class="verse">Bestow. God gave it, knowing how to do it best.</div> +<div class="vind2">Which of us would disturb him? Let him be.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no vacant chair. If he will take</div> +<div class="vind2">The mood to listen mutely, be it done.</div> +<div class="verse">By his least mood we crossed, for which the heart must ache,</div> +<div class="vind2">Plead not nor question! Let him have this one.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Death is a mood of life. It is no whim</div> +<div class="vind2">By which life's Giver wrecks a broken heart.</div> +<div class="verse">Death is life's reticence. Still audible to him,</div> +<div class="vind2">The hushed voice, happy, speaketh on, apart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There is no vacant chair. To love is still</div> +<div class="vind2">To have. Nearer to memory than to eye,</div> +<div class="verse">And dearer yet to anguish than to comfort, will</div> +<div class="vind2">We hold him by our love, that shall not die,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For while it doth not, thus he cannot. Try!</div> +<div class="vind2">Who can put out the motion or the smile?</div> +<div class="verse">The old ways of being noble all with him laid by?</div> +<div class="vind2">Because we love he is. Then trust awhile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR TWO GIFTS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Two gifts God giveth, and he saith</div> +<div class="vind2">One shall be forfeit in the strife—</div> +<div class="vind2">The one no longer needed: life,</div> +<div class="verse">No hand shall take the other, death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Vance Cheney.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ATHANASIA</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">The ship may sink,</div> +<div class="vind4">And I may drink</div> +<div class="verse">A hasty death in the bitter sea;</div> +<div class="vind4">But all that I leave</div> +<div class="vind4">In the ocean grave</div> +<div class="verse">Can be slipped and spared, and no loss to me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">What care I</div> +<div class="vind4">Though falls the sky</div> +<div class="verse">And the shriveling earth to a cinder turn;</div> +<div class="vind4">No fires of doom</div> +<div class="vind4">Can ever consume</div> +<div class="verse">What never was made nor meant to burn!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">Let go the breath!</div> +<div class="vind4">There is no death</div> +<div class="verse">To a living soul, nor loss, nor harm.</div> +<div class="vind4">Not of the clod</div> +<div class="vind4">Is the life of God—</div> +<div class="verse">Let it mount, as it will, from form to form.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Gordon Ames.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>LIFE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life! I know not what thou art,</div> +<div class="verse">But know that thou and I must part;</div> +<div class="verse">And when, or how, or where we met</div> +<div class="verse">I own to me's a secret yet.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But this I know—when thou art fled,</div> +<div class="verse">Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,</div> +<div class="verse">No clod so valueless shall be</div> +<div class="verse">As all that there remains of me.</div> +<div class="verse">O whither, whither dost thou fly?</div> +<div class="vind2">Where bend unseen thy trackless course?</div> +<div class="vind2">And in this strange divorce,</div> +<div class="verse">Ah, tell where I must seek this compound, I?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life! we've been long together,</div> +<div class="verse">Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis hard to part when friends are dear.</div> +<div class="verse">Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;</div> +<div class="verse">Then steal away, give little warning,</div> +<div class="vind2">Choose thine own time;</div> +<div class="vind2">Say not "Good Night," but in some brighter clime</div> +<div class="verse">Bid me "Good Morning."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Anna Letitia Barbauld.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">{277}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE STRUGGLE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Body, I pray you, let me go!"</div> +<div class="verse">(It is a soul that struggles so.)</div> +<div class="verse">"Body, I see on yonder height</div> +<div class="verse">Dim reflex of a solemn light;</div> +<div class="verse">A flame that shineth from the place</div> +<div class="verse">Where Beauty walks with naked face;</div> +<div class="verse">It is a flame you cannot see—</div> +<div class="verse">Lie down, you clod, and set me free.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Body, I pray you, let me go!"</div> +<div class="verse">(It is a soul that striveth so.)</div> +<div class="verse">"Body, I hear dim sounds afar</div> +<div class="verse">Dripping from some diviner star;</div> +<div class="verse">Dim sounds of joyous harmony,</div> +<div class="verse">It is my mates that sing, and I</div> +<div class="verse">Must drink that song or break my heart—</div> +<div class="verse">Body, I pray you, let us part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Comrade, your frame is worn and frail,</div> +<div class="verse">Your vital powers begin to fail;</div> +<div class="verse">I long for life, but you for rest;</div> +<div class="verse">Then, Body, let us both be blest.</div> +<div class="verse">When you are lying 'neath the dew</div> +<div class="verse">I'll come sometimes, and sing to you;</div> +<div class="verse">But you will feel no pain nor woe—</div> +<div class="verse">Body, I pray you, let me go."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Thus strove a Being. Beauty fain,</div> +<div class="verse">He broke his bonds and fled amain.</div> +<div class="verse">He fled: the Body lay bereft,</div> +<div class="verse">But on its lips a smile was left,</div> +<div class="verse">As if that spirit, looking back,</div> +<div class="verse">Shouted upon his upward track,</div> +<div class="verse">With joyous tone and hurried breath,</div> +<div class="verse">Some message that could comfort Death.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Danske Dandridge.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE THREE FRIENDS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Man in his life hath three good friends—</div> +<div class="vind2">Wealth, family, and noble deeds;</div> +<div class="verse">These serve him in his days of joy</div> +<div class="vind2">And minister unto his needs.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But when the lonely hour of death</div> +<div class="vind2">With sad and silent foot draws nigh,</div> +<div class="verse">Wealth, then, and family take their wings,</div> +<div class="vind2">And from the dying pillow fly.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But noble deeds in love respond,</div> +<div class="vind2">"Ere came to thee the fatal day,</div> +<div class="verse">We went before, O gentle friend,</div> +<div class="vind2">And smoothed the steep and thorny way."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Hebrew, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>AN OLD LATIN HYMN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How far from here to heaven?</div> +<div class="verse">Not very far, my friend;</div> +<div class="verse">A single hearty step</div> +<div class="verse">Will all thy journey end.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hold, there! where runnest thou?</div> +<div class="verse">Know heaven is <i>in</i> thee!</div> +<div class="verse">Seek'st thou for God elsewhere?</div> +<div class="verse">His face thou'lt never see.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Go out, God will go in;</div> +<div class="verse">Die thou, and let him live;</div> +<div class="verse">Be not, and he will be;</div> +<div class="verse">Wait, and he'll all things give.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I don't believe in death.</div> +<div class="verse">If hour by hour I die,</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis hour by hour to gain</div> +<div class="verse">A better life thereby.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Angelus Silesius, A.D. 1620.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The chamber where the good man meets his fate</div> +<div class="verse">Is privileged beyond the common walk</div> +<div class="verse">Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Edward Young.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life-embarked, out at sea, 'mid the wave-tumbling roar,</div> +<div class="verse">The poor ship of my body went down to the floor;</div> +<div class="verse">But I broke, at the bottom of death, through a door,</div> +<div class="verse">And, from sinking, began for ever to soar.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—From the Persian.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Truths that wake to perish never;</div> +<div class="verse">Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor,</div> +<div class="vind6">Nor man, nor boy,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor all that is at enmity with joy</div> +<div class="verse">Can utterly abolish or destroy!</div> +<div class="vind2">Hence in a season of calm weather,</div> +<div class="vind6">Though inland far we be,</div> +<div class="verse">Our souls have sight of that immortal sea</div> +<div class="vind6">Which brought us hither;</div> +<div class="vind2">Can in a moment travel thither</div> +<div class="verse">And see the children sport upon the shore,</div> +<div class="verse">And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">{278}</a></span></p> + +<h2>APPENDIX</h2> + +<h3>MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS</h3> + + +<h4>BE STRONG!<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Be strong!</div> +<div class="verse">We are not here to play, to dream, to drift,</div> +<div class="verse">We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.</div> +<div class="verse">Shun not the struggle, face it, 'tis God's gift.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Be strong!</div> +<div class="verse">Say not the days are evil—who's to blame?</div> +<div class="verse">And fold the hands and acquiesce—O shame!</div> +<div class="verse">Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind8">Be strong!</div> +<div class="verse">It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,</div> +<div class="verse">How hard the battle goes, the day, how long;</div> +<div class="verse">Faint not, fight on! To-morrow comes the song.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maltbie D. Babcock.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>NOT TO BE MINISTERED UNTO</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">O Lord, I pray</div> +<div class="vind4">That for this day</div> +<div class="verse">I may not swerve</div> +<div class="vind4">By foot or hand</div> +<div class="vind4">From thy command,</div> +<div class="verse">Not to be served, but to serve.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">This, too, I pray,</div> +<div class="vind4">That for this day</div> +<div class="verse">No love of ease</div> +<div class="vind4">Nor pride prevent</div> +<div class="vind4">My good intent,</div> +<div class="verse">Not to be pleased, but to please.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind4">And if I may</div> +<div class="vind4">I'd have this day</div> +<div class="verse">Strength from above</div> +<div class="vind4">To set my heart</div> +<div class="vind4">In heavenly art,</div> +<div class="verse">Not to be loved, but to love.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maltbie D. Babcock.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>COMPANIONSHIP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No distant Lord have I,</div> +<div class="vind2">Loving afar to be;</div> +<div class="verse">Made flesh for me, he cannot rest</div> +<div class="vind2">Unless he rests in me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Brother in joy and pain,</div> +<div class="vind2">Bone of my bone was he,</div> +<div class="verse">Now—intimacy closer still,</div> +<div class="vind2">He dwells himself in me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I need not journey far</div> +<div class="vind2">This dearest Friend to see;</div> +<div class="verse">Companionship is always mine,</div> +<div class="vind2">He makes his home with me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I envy not the twelve,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nearer to me is he;</div> +<div class="verse">The life he once lived here on earth</div> +<div class="vind2">He lives again in me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Ascended now to God,</div> +<div class="vind2">My witness there to be,</div> +<div class="verse">His witness here am I, because</div> +<div class="vind2">His Spirit dwells in me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O glorious Son of God,</div> +<div class="vind2">Incarnate Deity,</div> +<div class="verse">I shall forever be with thee</div> +<div class="vind2">Because thou art with me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maltbie D. Babcock.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT?"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If I lay waste and wither up with doubt</div> +<div class="verse">The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith</div> +<div class="verse">Possessed itself serenely safe from death;</div> +<div class="verse">If I deny the things past finding out;</div> +<div class="verse">Or if I orphan my own soul of One</div> +<div class="verse">That seemed a Father, and make void the place</div> +<div class="verse">Within me where He dwelt in power and grace,</div> +<div class="verse">What do I gain that am myself undone?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Dean Howells.</div> +</div></div> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">{279}</a></span></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>EMANCIPATION</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why be afraid of Death as though your life were breath!</div> +<div class="verse">Death but anoints your eyes with clay. O glad surprise!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should you be forlorn? Death only husks the corn.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should you fear to meet the thresher of the wheat?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Is sleep a thing to dread? Yet sleeping, you are dead</div> +<div class="verse">Till you awake and rise, here, or beyond the skies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why should it be a wrench to leave your wooden bench,</div> +<div class="verse">Why not with happy shout run home when school is out?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The dear ones left behind! O foolish one and blind.</div> +<div class="verse">A day—and you will meet,—a night—and you will greet!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">This is the death of Death, to breathe away a breath</div> +<div class="verse">And know the end of strife, and taste the deathless life,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And joy without a fear, and smile without a tear,</div> +<div class="verse">And work, nor care nor rest, and find the last the best.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maltbie D. Babcock.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SCHOOL DAYS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Lord, let me make this rule:</div> +<div class="verse">To think of life as school,</div> +<div class="vind4">And try my best</div> +<div class="vind4">To stand each test,</div> +<div class="vind4">And do my work</div> +<div class="vind4">And nothing shirk.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Should some one else outshine</div> +<div class="verse">This dullard head of mine,</div> +<div class="vind4">Should I be sad?</div> +<div class="vind4">I will be glad.</div> +<div class="vind4">To do my best</div> +<div class="vind4">Is thy behest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If weary with my book</div> +<div class="verse">I cast a wistful look</div> +<div class="vind4">Where posies grow,</div> +<div class="vind4">Oh, let me know</div> +<div class="vind4">That flowers within</div> +<div class="vind4">Are best to win.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Dost take my book away</div> +<div class="verse">Anon to let me play,</div> +<div class="vind4">And let me out</div> +<div class="vind4">To run about?</div> +<div class="vind4">I grateful bless</div> +<div class="vind4">Thee for recess.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then recess past, alack,</div> +<div class="verse">I turn me slowly back,</div> +<div class="vind4">On my hard bench,</div> +<div class="vind4">My hands to clench,</div> +<div class="vind4">And set my heart</div> +<div class="vind4">To learn my part.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">These lessons thou dost give</div> +<div class="verse">To teach me how to live,</div> +<div class="vind4">To do, to bear,</div> +<div class="vind4">To get and share,</div> +<div class="vind4">To work and pray</div> +<div class="vind4">And trust alway.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What though I may not ask</div> +<div class="verse">To choose my daily task,</div> +<div class="vind4">Thou hast decreed</div> +<div class="vind4">To meet my need.</div> +<div class="vind4">What pleases thee</div> +<div class="vind4">That shall please me.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Some day the bell will sound,</div> +<div class="verse">Some day my heart will bound,</div> +<div class="vind4">As with a shout,</div> +<div class="vind4">That school is out,</div> +<div class="vind4">And, lessons done,</div> +<div class="vind4">I homeward run.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Maltbie D. Babcock.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>CATHOLIC LOVE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Weary of all this wordy strife,</div> +<div class="vind2">These notions, forms, and modes, and names,</div> +<div class="verse">To Thee, the Way, the Truth, the Life,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose love my simple heart inflames,</div> +<div class="verse">Divinely taught, at last I fly,</div> +<div class="verse">With Thee, and Thine, to live and die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Redeemed by Thine almighty grace,</div> +<div class="vind2">I taste my glorious liberty,</div> +<div class="verse">With open arms the world embrace,</div> +<div class="vind2">But cleave to those who cleave to Thee;</div> +<div class="verse">But only in thy saints delight,</div> +<div class="verse">Who walk with God in purest white.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My brethren, friends, and kinsmen these,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who do my heavenly Father's will;</div> +<div class="verse">Who aim at perfect holiness,</div> +<div class="vind2">And all Thy counsels to fulfill,</div> +<div class="verse">Athirst to be whate'er Thou art</div> +<div class="verse">And love their God with all their heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles Wesley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">{280}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHAT MATTER</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter, friend, though you and I</div> +<div class="vind2">May sow and others gather?</div> +<div class="verse">We build and others occupy,</div> +<div class="vind2">Each laboring for the other?</div> +<div class="verse">What though we toil from sun to sun,</div> +<div class="vind2">And men forget to flatter</div> +<div class="verse">The noblest work our hands have done—</div> +<div class="vind2">If God approves, what matter?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter, though we sow in tears,</div> +<div class="vind2">And crops fail at the reaping?</div> +<div class="verse">What though the fruit of patient years</div> +<div class="vind2">Fast perish in our keeping?</div> +<div class="verse">Upon our hoarded treasures, floods</div> +<div class="vind2">Arise, and tempests scatter—</div> +<div class="verse">If faith beholds, beyond the clouds,</div> +<div class="vind2">A clearer sky, what matter?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What matter, though our castles fall,</div> +<div class="vind2">And disappear while building;</div> +<div class="verse">Though "strange handwritings on the wall"</div> +<div class="vind2">Flame out amid the gilding?</div> +<div class="verse">Though every idol of the heart</div> +<div class="vind2">The hand of death may shatter,</div> +<div class="verse">Though hopes decay and friends depart,</div> +<div class="vind2">If heaven be ours, what matter?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—H. W. Teller.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JOHN WESLEY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">In those clear, piercing, piteous eyes behold</div> +<div class="verse">The very soul that over England flamed!</div> +<div class="verse">Deep, pure, intense; consuming shame and ill;</div> +<div class="verse">Convicting men of sin; making faith live;</div> +<div class="verse">And,—this the mightiest miracle of all,—</div> +<div class="verse">Creating God again in human hearts.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What courage of the flesh and of the spirit!</div> +<div class="verse">How grim of wit, when wit alone might serve!</div> +<div class="verse">What wisdom his to know the boundless might</div> +<div class="verse">Of banded effort in a world like ours!</div> +<div class="verse">How meek, how self-forgetful, courteous, calm!</div> +<div class="verse">A silent figure when men idly raged</div> +<div class="verse">In murderous anger; calm, too, in the storm,—</div> +<div class="verse">Storm of the spirit, strangely imminent,</div> +<div class="verse">When spiritual lightnings struck men down</div> +<div class="verse">And brought, by violence, the sense of sin,</div> +<div class="verse">And violently oped the gates of peace.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O hear that voice, which rang from dawn to night,</div> +<div class="verse">In church and abbey whose most ancient walls</div> +<div class="verse">Not for a thousand years such accents knew!</div> +<div class="verse">On windy hilltops; by the roaring sea;</div> +<div class="verse">'Mid tombs, in market-places, prisons, fields;</div> +<div class="verse">'Mid clamor, vile attack,—or deep-awed hush,</div> +<div class="verse">Wherein celestial visitants drew near</div> +<div class="verse">And secret ministered to troubled souls!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hear ye, O hear! that ceaseless-pleading voice,</div> +<div class="verse">Which storm, nor suffering, nor age could still—</div> +<div class="verse">Chief prophet voice through nigh a century's span!</div> +<div class="verse">Now silvery as Zion's dove that mourns,</div> +<div class="verse">Now quelling as the Archangel's judgment trump,</div> +<div class="verse">And ever with a sound like that of old</div> +<div class="verse">Which, in the desert, shook the wandering tribes,</div> +<div class="verse">Or, round about storied Jerusalem,</div> +<div class="verse">Or by Gennesaret, or Jordan, spake</div> +<div class="verse">The words of life.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Let not that image fade</div> +<div class="verse">Ever, O God! from out the minds of men,</div> +<div class="verse">Of him thy messenger and stainless priest,</div> +<div class="verse">In a brute, sodden, and unfaithful time,</div> +<div class="verse">Early and late, o'er land and sea, on-driven;</div> +<div class="verse">In youth, in eager manhood, age extreme,—</div> +<div class="verse">Driven on forever, back and forth the world,</div> +<div class="verse">By that divine, omnipotent desire—</div> +<div class="verse">The hunger and the passion for men's souls!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Richard Watson Gilder.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It fortifies my soul to know</div> +<div class="verse">That, though I perish, Truth is so:</div> +<div class="verse">That, howsoe'er I stray and range,</div> +<div class="verse">Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.</div> +<div class="verse">I steadier step when I recall</div> +<div class="verse">That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Arthur Hugh Clough.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">{281}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HER GLADNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My darling went</div> +<div class="verse">Unto the seaside long ago. Content</div> +<div class="verse">I stayed at home, for O, I was so glad</div> +<div class="verse">Of all the little outings that she had!</div> +<div class="verse">I knew she needed rest. I loved to stay</div> +<div class="verse">At home a while that she might go away.</div> +<div class="verse">"How beautiful the sea! How she enjoys</div> +<div class="verse">The music of the waves! No care annoys</div> +<div class="verse">Her pleasures," thought I; "O, it is so good</div> +<div class="verse">That she can rest a while. I wish she could</div> +<div class="verse">Stay till the autumn leaves are turning red."</div> +<div class="verse">"Stay longer, sister," all my letters said.</div> +<div class="verse">"If you are growing stronger every day,</div> +<div class="verse">I am so very glad to have you stay."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My darling went</div> +<div class="verse">To heaven long ago. Am I content</div> +<div class="verse">To stay at home? Why can I not be glad</div> +<div class="verse">Of all the glories that she there has had?</div> +<div class="verse">She needed change. Why am I loath to stay</div> +<div class="verse">And do her work and let her go away?</div> +<div class="verse">The land is lovely where her feet have been;</div> +<div class="verse">Why do I not rejoice that she has seen</div> +<div class="verse">Its beauties first? That she will show to me</div> +<div class="verse">The City Beautiful? Is it so hard to be</div> +<div class="verse">Happy that she is happy? Hard to know</div> +<div class="verse">She learns so much each day that helps her so?</div> +<div class="verse">Why can I not each night and morning say,</div> +<div class="verse">"I am so glad that she is glad to-day?"</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>"OUT OF REACH"</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">You think them "out of reach," your dead?</div> +<div class="vind2">Nay, by my own dead, I deny</div> +<div class="verse">Your "out of reach."—Be comforted;</div> +<div class="vind2">'Tis not so far to die.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O by their dear remembered smiles,</div> +<div class="vind2">And outheld hands and welcoming speech,</div> +<div class="verse">They wait for us, thousands of miles</div> +<div class="vind2">This side of "out of reach."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SORROWFUL, YET REJOICING</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I lift my head and walk my ways</div> +<div class="vind2">Before the world without a tear,</div> +<div class="verse">And bravely unto those I meet</div> +<div class="vind2">I smile a message of good cheer;</div> +<div class="verse">I give my lips to laugh and song,</div> +<div class="vind2">And somehow get me through each day;</div> +<div class="verse">But, oh, the tremble in my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Since she has gone away!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Her feet had known the stinging thorns,</div> +<div class="vind2">Her eyes the blistering tears;</div> +<div class="verse">Bent were her shoulders with the weight</div> +<div class="vind2">And sorrow of the years;</div> +<div class="verse">The lines were deep upon her brow,</div> +<div class="vind2">Her hair was thin and gray;</div> +<div class="verse">And, oh, the tremble in my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Since she has gone away!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am not sorry; I am glad;</div> +<div class="vind2">I would not have her here again;</div> +<div class="verse">God gave her strength life's bitter cup</div> +<div class="vind2">Unto the bitterest dreg to drain;</div> +<div class="verse">I will not have less strength than she,</div> +<div class="vind2">I proudly tread my stony way;</div> +<div class="verse">But, oh, the tremble in my heart</div> +<div class="vind2">Since she has gone away!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>IN THE HOSPITAL</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I lay me down to sleep</div> +<div class="vind2">With little thought or care</div> +<div class="verse">Whether my waking find</div> +<div class="vind2">Me here or there.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A bowing, burdened head,</div> +<div class="vind2">That only asks to rest,</div> +<div class="verse">Unquestioning, upon</div> +<div class="vind2">A loving breast.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My good right hand forgets</div> +<div class="vind2">Its cunning now;</div> +<div class="verse">To march the weary march</div> +<div class="vind2">I know not how.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I am not eager, bold,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor strong—all that is past;</div> +<div class="verse">I'm ready not to do</div> +<div class="vind2">At last, at last.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">My half-day's work is done,</div> +<div class="vind2">And this is all my part;</div> +<div class="verse">I give a patient God</div> +<div class="vind2">My patient heart,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And grasp his banner still,</div> +<div class="vind2">Though all its blue be dim;</div> +<div class="verse">These stripes, no less than stars,</div> +<div class="vind2">Lead after Him.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—M. W. Howland.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">{282}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>FATHER OF MERCIES</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father of mercies, thy children have wandered</div> +<div class="vind2">Far from thy bosom, their home;</div> +<div class="verse">Most of their portion of goods they have squandered;</div> +<div class="vind2">Farther and farther they roam.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">We are thy children, and we have departed</div> +<div class="vind2">To the lone country afar,</div> +<div class="verse">We would arise, we come back broken-hearted;</div> +<div class="vind2">Take us back just as we are.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not for the ring or the robe we entreat thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Nor for high place at the feast;</div> +<div class="verse">Only to see thee, to touch thee, to greet thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Ranked with the last and the least.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But for thy mercy we dare not accost thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">But for thy Son who has come</div> +<div class="verse">Seeking his brothers who left thee and lost thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">Seeking to gather them home.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Father of mercies, thy holiness awes us;</div> +<div class="vind2">Yet thou dost wait to receive!</div> +<div class="verse">Jesus, the light of thy countenance charms us,</div> +<div class="vind2">Father of him, we believe.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Back in the home of thy heart, may we labor</div> +<div class="vind2">Others to bring from the wild,</div> +<div class="verse">Counting each creature that needs us our neighbor,</div> +<div class="vind2">Claiming each soul as thy child.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Robert F. Horton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>ANGELS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">How shall we tell an angel</div> +<div class="vind2">From another guest?</div> +<div class="verse">How, from common worldly herd,</div> +<div class="vind2">One of the blest?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Hint of suppressed halo,</div> +<div class="vind2">Rustle of hidden wings,</div> +<div class="verse">Wafture of heavenly frankincense—</div> +<div class="vind2">Which of these things?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The old Sphinx smiles so subtly:</div> +<div class="vind2">"I give no golden rule—</div> +<div class="verse">Yet would I warn thee, World: treat well</div> +<div class="vind2">Whom thou call'st fool."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Gertrude Hall.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>HIS PILGRIMAGE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,</div> +<div class="vind2">My staff of faith to walk upon,</div> +<div class="verse">My scrip of joy, immortal diet,</div> +<div class="vind2">My bottle of salvation,</div> +<div class="verse">My gown of glory, hope's true gage;</div> +<div class="verse">And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Blood must be my body's balmer;</div> +<div class="vind2">No other balm will there be given;</div> +<div class="verse">Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,</div> +<div class="vind2">Traveleth toward the land of heaven;</div> +<div class="verse">Over the silver mountains,</div> +<div class="verse">Where spring the nectar fountains,</div> +<div class="vind6">There will I kiss</div> +<div class="vind6">The bowl of bliss,</div> +<div class="verse">And drink mine everlasting fill</div> +<div class="verse">Upon every milken hill.</div> +<div class="verse">My soul will be a-dry before;</div> +<div class="verse">But after, it will thirst no more.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Then by that happy, blissful day,</div> +<div class="vind2">More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,</div> +<div class="verse">That have cast off their rags of clay,</div> +<div class="vind2">And walk appareled fresh like me.</div> +<div class="vind6">I'll take them first</div> +<div class="vind6">To quench their thirst</div> +<div class="verse">And taste of nectar suckets,</div> +<div class="vind6">At those clear wells</div> +<div class="vind6">Where sweetness dwells,</div> +<div class="verse">Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sir Walter Raleigh.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>OUR WORDS</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Sentinel at the loose-swung door of my impetuous lips,</div> +<div class="verse">Guard close to-day! Make sure no word unjust or cruel slips</div> +<div class="verse">In anger forth, by folly spurred or armed with envy's whips;</div> +<div class="vind6">Keep clear the way to-day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And Watchman on the cliff-scarred heights that lead from heart to mind,</div> +<div class="verse">When wolf-thoughts clothed in guile's soft fleece creep up, O be not blind!</div> +<div class="verse">But may they pass whose foreheads bear the glowing seal-word, "kind";</div> +<div class="vind6">Bid them Godspeed, I pray.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And Warden of my soul's stained house, where love and hate are born,</div> +<div class="verse">O make it clean, if swept must be with pain's rough broom of thorn!</div> +<div class="verse">And quiet impose, so straining ears with world-din racked and torn,</div> +<div class="vind6">May catch what God doth say.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">{283}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A GOOD MAN</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A good man never dies—</div> +<div class="vind2">In worthy deed and prayer,</div> +<div class="verse">And helpful hands, and honest eyes,</div> +<div class="vind2">If smiles or tears be there;</div> +<div class="verse">Who lives for you and me—</div> +<div class="vind2">Lives for the world he tries</div> +<div class="verse">To help—he lives eternally.</div> +<div class="vind2">A good man never dies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Who lives to bravely take</div> +<div class="vind2">His share of toil and stress,</div> +<div class="verse">And, for his weaker fellows' sake</div> +<div class="vind2">Makes every burden less—</div> +<div class="verse">He may, at last, seem worn—</div> +<div class="vind2">Lie fallen—hands and eyes</div> +<div class="verse">Folded—yet, though we mourn and mourn,</div> +<div class="vind2">A good man never dies.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE IMMANENT GOD</h4> + +<h5><span class="smcap">Each in His Own Tongue</span></h5> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A fire-mist and a planet,</div> +<div class="vind2">A crystal and a cell,</div> +<div class="verse">A jellyfish and a saurian,</div> +<div class="vind2">And caves where the cavemen dwell;</div> +<div class="verse">Then a sense of law and beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">And a face turned from the clod—</div> +<div class="verse">Some call it Evolution</div> +<div class="vind2">And others call it God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A haze on the far horizon,</div> +<div class="vind2">The infinite, tender sky,</div> +<div class="verse">The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,</div> +<div class="vind2">And the wild geese sailing high—</div> +<div class="verse">And all over upland and lowland</div> +<div class="vind2">The charm of the golden rod—</div> +<div class="verse">Some of us call it Autumn,</div> +<div class="vind2">And others call it God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Like tides on a crescent sea beach,</div> +<div class="vind2">When the moon is new and thin,</div> +<div class="verse">Into our hearts high yearnings</div> +<div class="vind2">Come welling and surging in—</div> +<div class="verse">Come from the mystic ocean,</div> +<div class="vind2">Whose rim no foot has trod—</div> +<div class="verse">Some of us call it Longing,</div> +<div class="vind2">And others call it God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A picket frozen on duty—</div> +<div class="vind2">A mother starved for her brood—</div> +<div class="verse">Socrates drinking the hemlock,</div> +<div class="vind2">And Jesus on the rood;</div> +<div class="verse">And millions who, humble and nameless,</div> +<div class="vind2">The straight, hard pathway trod—</div> +<div class="verse">Some call it Consecration,</div> +<div class="vind2">And others call it God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Herbert Carruth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE HIGHER FELLOWSHIP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Do you go to my school?</div> +<div class="vind6">Yes, you go to my school,</div> +<div class="verse">And we've learned the big lesson—Be strong!</div> +<div class="vind6">And to front the loud noise</div> +<div class="vind6">With a spirit of poise,</div> +<div class="verse">And drown down the noise with a song.</div> +<div class="verse">We have spelled the first line in the Primer of Fate;</div> +<div class="vind2">We have spelled it, and dare not to shirk—</div> +<div class="verse">For its first and its greatest commandment to men</div> +<div class="vind2">Is "Work, and rejoice in your work."</div> +<div class="verse">Who is learned in this Primer will not be a fool—</div> +<div class="verse">You are one of my classmates. You go to my school.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">You belong to my club?</div> +<div class="vind6">Yes, you're one of my club,</div> +<div class="verse">And this is our program and plan:</div> +<div class="vind6">To each do his part</div> +<div class="vind6">To look into the heart</div> +<div class="verse">And get at the good that's in man.</div> +<div class="verse">Detectives of virtue and spies of the good</div> +<div class="vind2">And sleuth-hounds of righteousness we.</div> +<div class="verse">Look out there, my brother! we're hot on your trail,</div> +<div class="vind2">We'll find out how good you can be.</div> +<div class="verse">We would drive from our hearts the snake, tiger, and cub;</div> +<div class="verse">We're the Lodge of the Lovers. You're one of my club.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">You belong to my church?</div> +<div class="vind6">Yes, you go to my church—</div> +<div class="verse">Our names on the same old church roll—</div> +<div class="vind6">The tide-waves of God</div> +<div class="vind6">We believe are abroad</div> +<div class="verse">And flow into the creeks of each soul.</div> +<div class="verse">And the vessel we sail on is strong as the sea</div> +<div class="vind2">That buffets and blows it about;</div> +<div class="verse">For the sea is God's sea as the ship is God's ship,</div> +<div class="vind2">So we know not the meaning of doubt;</div> +<div class="verse">And we know howsoever the vessel may lurch</div> +<div class="verse">We've a Pilot to trust in. You go to my church.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sam Walter Foss.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Never elated while one man's oppressed;</div> +<div class="verse">Never dejected while another's blessed.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Alexander Pope.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">{284}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE OTHER FELLOW'S JOB</h4> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There's a craze among us mortals that is cruel hard to name;</div> +<div class="verse">Wheresoe'er you find a human you will find the case the same;</div> +<div class="verse">You may seek among the worst of men or seek among the best,</div> +<div class="verse">And you'll find that every person is precisely like the rest:</div> +<div class="verse">Each believes his real calling is along some other line</div> +<div class="verse">Than the one at which he's working—take, for instance, yours and mine.</div> +<div class="verse">From the meanest "me-too" creature to the leader of the mob,</div> +<div class="verse">There's a universal craving for "the other fellow's job."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">There are millions of positions in the busy world to-day,</div> +<div class="verse">Each a drudge to him who holds it, but to him who doesn't, play;</div> +<div class="verse"><ins class="correction" title="text reads 'Evey'">Every</ins> farmer's broken-hearted that in youth he missed his call,</div> +<div class="verse">While that same unhappy farmer is the envy of us all.</div> +<div class="verse">Any task you care to mention seems a vastly better lot</div> +<div class="verse">Than the one especial something which you happen to have got.</div> +<div class="verse">There's but one sure way to smother Envy's heartache and her sob:</div> +<div class="verse">Keep too busy at your own to want "the other fellow's job."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Strickland W. Gilliland.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE SCORN OF JOB</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"If I have eaten my morsel alone,"</div> +<div class="vind2">The patriarch spoke in scorn.</div> +<div class="verse">What would he think of the Church were he shown</div> +<div class="vind2">Heathendom—huge, forlorn,</div> +<div class="verse">Godless, Christless, with soul unfed,</div> +<div class="verse">While the Church's ailment is fullness of bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">Eating her morsel alone?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">"Freely as ye have received, so give,"</div> +<div class="vind2">He bade who hath given us all.</div> +<div class="verse">How shall the soul in us longer live</div> +<div class="vind2">Deaf to their starving call,</div> +<div class="verse">For whom the blood of the Lord was shed,</div> +<div class="verse">And his body broken to give them bread,</div> +<div class="vind2">If we eat our morsel alone?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Archbishop Alexander.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>GREATNESS</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What makes a man great? Is it houses and lands?</div> +<div class="vind2">Is it argosies dropping their wealth at his feet?</div> +<div class="vind2">Is it multitudes shouting his name in the street?</div> +<div class="verse">Is it power of brain? Is it skill of hand?</div> +<div class="verse">Is it writing a book? Is it guiding the State?</div> +<div class="verse">Nay, nay, none of these can make a man great.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The crystal burns cold with its beautiful fire,</div> +<div class="vind2">And is what it is; it can never be more;</div> +<div class="vind2">The acorn, with something wrapped warm at the core,</div> +<div class="verse">In quietness says, "To the oak I aspire."</div> +<div class="verse">That something in seed and in tree is the same—</div> +<div class="verse">What makes a man great is his greatness of aim.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">What is greatness of aim? Your purpose to trim</div> +<div class="vind2">For bringing the world to obey your behest?</div> +<div class="vind2">O no, it is seeking God's perfect and best,</div> +<div class="verse">Making something the same both in you and in him.</div> +<div class="verse">Love what he loves, and, child of the sod,</div> +<div class="verse">Already you share in the greatness of God.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Samuel V. Cole.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>A SAFE FIRM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When the other firms show dizziness</div> +<div class="vind2">Here's a house that does not share it.</div> +<div class="verse">Wouldn't you like to join the business?</div> +<div class="vind2">Join the firm of Grin and Barrett?</div> +<div class="verse">Give your strength that does not murmur,</div> +<div class="vind2">And your nerve that does not falter,</div> +<div class="verse">And you've joined a house that's firmer</div> +<div class="vind2">Than the old rock of Gibraltar.</div> +<div class="verse">They have won a good prosperity;</div> +<div class="vind2">Why not join the firm and share it?</div> +<div class="verse">Step, young fellow, with celerity;</div> +<div class="vind2">Join the firm of Grin and Barrett.</div> +<div class="vind6">Grin and Barrett,</div> +<div class="vind6">Who can scare it?</div> +<div class="vind2">Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett?</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Sam Walter Foss.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">{285}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>JOHN MILTON</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:</div> +<div class="vind2">England hath need of thee: she is a fen</div> +<div class="vind2">Of stagnant waters: altars, sword, and pen,</div> +<div class="verse">Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,</div> +<div class="verse">Have forfeited their ancient English dower</div> +<div class="vind2">Of inward happiness. We are selfish men.</div> +<div class="vind2">O! raise us up, return to us again;</div> +<div class="verse">And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.</div> +<div class="vind2">Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:</div> +<div class="verse">Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:</div> +<div class="verse">Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,</div> +<div class="verse">So didst thou travel on life's common way,</div> +<div class="vind2">In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart</div> +<div class="verse">The lowliest duties on herself did lay.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Wordsworth.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SUMMUM BONUM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For radiant health I praise not when I pray,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor for routine of toil well-pleasing every way,</div> +<div class="verse">Though these gifts, Lord, more priceless grow each day.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not for congenial comrades, garnered store</div> +<div class="verse">Of worldly wealth, nor vision that sees o'er</div> +<div class="verse">Such sordid mass, mind's plumèd eagles soar.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Not even, Lord, for love that eases stress</div> +<div class="verse">Of storm, contention, hope's unconquerableness,</div> +<div class="verse">Nor faith's abiding peace, nor works that bless.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But this, dear Lord, stir inner depths divine,</div> +<div class="verse">That day by day, though slowly! line on line</div> +<div class="verse">My will begins—begins—to merge in thine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles L. Story.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>THE AIM</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O Thou who lovest not alone</div> +<div class="vind2">The swift success, the instant goal,</div> +<div class="verse">But hast a lenient eye to mark</div> +<div class="vind2">The failures of the inconstant soul,</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Consider not my little worth—</div> +<div class="vind2">The mean achievement, scamped in act—</div> +<div class="verse">The high resolve and low result,</div> +<div class="vind2">The dream that durst not face the fact.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But count the reach of my desire—</div> +<div class="vind2">Let this be something in thy sight;</div> +<div class="verse">I have not, in the slothful dark,</div> +<div class="vind2">Forgot the vision and the height.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Neither my body nor my soul</div> +<div class="vind2">To earth's low ease will yield consent.</div> +<div class="verse">I praise thee for the will to strive;</div> +<div class="vind2">I bless thy goad and discontent.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Charles G. D. Roberts.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>SAY SOMETHING GOOD</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">When over the fair fame of friend or foe</div> +<div class="vind2">The shadow of disgrace shall fall, instead</div> +<div class="verse">Of words of blame or proof of thus and so,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let something good be said!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Forget not that no fellow-being yet</div> +<div class="vind2">May fall so low but love may lift his head;</div> +<div class="verse">Even the cheek of shame with tears is wet,</div> +<div class="vind2">If something good be said.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">No generous heart may vainly turn aside</div> +<div class="vind2">In ways of sympathy; no soul so dead</div> +<div class="verse">But may awaken, strong and glorified,</div> +<div class="vind2">If something good be said.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">And so I charge ye, by the thorny crown,</div> +<div class="vind2">And by the cross on which the Saviour bled,</div> +<div class="verse">And by your own soul's hope of fair renown,</div> +<div class="vind2">Let something good be said!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—James Whitcomb Riley.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">{286}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WHEN TO BE HAPPY</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Why do we cling to the skirts of sorrow?</div> +<div class="vind2">Why do we cloud with care the brow?</div> +<div class="verse">Why do we wait for a glad to-morrow—</div> +<div class="vind2">Why not gladden the precious Now?</div> +<div class="verse">Eden is yours! Would you dwell within it?</div> +<div class="vind2">Change men's grief to a gracious smile,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus have heaven here this minute</div> +<div class="vind2">And not far-off in the afterwhile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Life, at most, is a fleeting bubble,</div> +<div class="vind2">Gone with the puff of an angel's breath.</div> +<div class="verse">Why should the dim hereafter trouble</div> +<div class="vind2">Souls this side of the gates of death?</div> +<div class="verse">The crown is yours! Would you care to win it?</div> +<div class="vind2">Plant a song in the hearts that sigh,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus have heaven here this minute</div> +<div class="vind2">And not far-off in the by-and-by.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Find the soul's high place of beauty,</div> +<div class="vind2">Not in a man-made book of creeds,</div> +<div class="verse">But where desire ennobles duty</div> +<div class="vind2">And life is full of your kindly deeds.</div> +<div class="verse">The bliss is yours! Would you fain begin it?</div> +<div class="vind2">Pave with love each golden mile,</div> +<div class="verse">And thus have heaven here this minute</div> +<div class="vind2">And not far-off in the afterwhile.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;</div> +<div class="verse">Corruption wins not more than honesty.</div> +<div class="verse">Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,</div> +<div class="verse">To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:</div> +<div class="verse">Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,</div> +<div class="verse">Thy God's, and truth's.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Sweet are the uses of adversity;</div> +<div class="verse">Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,</div> +<div class="verse">Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;</div> +<div class="verse">And this our life, exempt from public haunt,</div> +<div class="verse">Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,</div> +<div class="verse">Sermons in stones, and good in everything.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—William Shakespeare.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>WORSHIP</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">But let my due feet never fail</div> +<div class="verse">To walk the studious cloister's pale,</div> +<div class="verse">And love the high embowèd roof</div> +<div class="verse">With antique pillars massy proof,</div> +<div class="verse">And storied windows richly dight,</div> +<div class="verse">Casting a dim religious light.</div> +<div class="verse">There let the pealing organ blow,</div> +<div class="verse">To the full-voiced choir below,</div> +<div class="verse">In service high, and anthems clear,</div> +<div class="verse">As may with sweetness, through mine ear,</div> +<div class="verse">Dissolve me into ecstasies,</div> +<div class="verse">And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—John Milton.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="vind6">Give us men!</div> +<div class="vind4">Strong and stalwart ones:</div> +<div class="verse">Men whom highest hope inspires,</div> +<div class="verse">Men whom purest honor fires,</div> +<div class="verse">Men who trample Self beneath them,</div> +<div class="verse">Men who make their country wreathe them</div> +<div class="vind4">As her noble sons,</div> +<div class="vind4">Worthy of their sires,</div> +<div class="verse">Men who never shame their mothers,</div> +<div class="verse">Men who never fail their brothers;</div> +<div class="verse">True, however false are others:</div> +<div class="vind4">Give us Men—I say again,</div> +<div class="vind4">Give us Men!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Bishop of Exeter.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I will not doubt though all my ships at sea</div> +<div class="vind2">Come drifting home with broken masts and sails,</div> +<div class="vind2">I will believe the Hand which never fails,</div> +<div class="verse">From seeming evil worketh good for me;</div> +<div class="verse">And though I weep because those sails are tattered,</div> +<div class="verse">Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,</div> +<div class="vind8">"I trust in Thee."</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The wounds I might have healed,</div> +<div class="vind2">The human sorrow and smart!</div> +<div class="verse">And yet it never was in my soul</div> +<div class="vind2">To play so ill a part.</div> +<div class="verse">But evil is wrought by want of thought</div> +<div class="vind2">As well as want of heart.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Thomas Hood.</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">{287}</a></span></div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>DON'T FEAR—GOD'S NEAR!</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Feel glum? Keep mum.</div> +<div class="verse">Don't grumble. Be humble.</div> +<div class="verse">Trials cling? Just sing.</div> +<div class="verse">Can't sing? Just cling.</div> +<div class="verse">Don't fear—God's near!</div> +<div class="verse">Money goes—He knows.</div> +<div class="verse">Honor left—Not bereft.</div> +<div class="verse">Don't rust—Work! Trust!</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Ernest Bourner Allen.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">A rose to the living is more</div> +<div class="vind2">Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead;</div> +<div class="verse">In filling love's infinite store,</div> +<div class="verse">A rose to the living is more,</div> +<div class="verse">If graciously given before</div> +<div class="vind2">The hungering spirit is fled—</div> +<div class="verse">A rose to the living is more</div> +<div class="vind2">Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Canst thou see no beauty nigh?</div> +<div class="verse">Cure thy dull, distempered eye.</div> +<div class="verse">Canst thou no sweet music hear?</div> +<div class="verse">Tune thy sad, discordant ear.</div> +<div class="verse">Earth has beauty everywhere</div> +<div class="verse">If the eye that sees is fair.</div> +<div class="verse">Earth has music to delight</div> +<div class="verse">If the ear is tuned aright.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Anew we pledge ourselves to Thee,</div> +<div class="vind2">To follow where thy Truth shall lead;</div> +<div class="verse">Afloat upon its boundless sea,</div> +<div class="vind2">Who sails with God is safe indeed.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, though oft depressed and lonely</div> +<div class="vind2">All my fears are laid aside,</div> +<div class="verse">If I but remember only</div> +<div class="vind2">Such as these have lived and died.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">It was only a glad "Good morning,"</div> +<div class="vind2">As she passed along the way;</div> +<div class="verse">But it spread the morning's glory</div> +<div class="vind2">Over the livelong day.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">For the right against the wrong,</div> +<div class="verse">For the weak against the strong,</div> +<div class="verse">For the poor who've waited long,</div> +<div class="vind4">For the brighter age to be.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<h4>RECOMPENSE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">The gifts that to our breasts we fold</div> +<div class="vind2">Are brightened by our losses.</div> +<div class="verse">The sweetest joys a heart can hold</div> +<div class="vind2">Grow up between its crosses.</div> +<div class="verse">And on life's pathway many a mile</div> +<div class="vind2">Is made more glad and cheery,</div> +<div class="verse">Because, for just a little while,</div> +<div class="vind2">The way seemed dark and dreary.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Wherever now a sorrow stands,</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis mine to heal His nail-torn hands.</div> +<div class="verse">In every lonely lane and street,</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis mine to wash His wounded feet—</div> +<div class="verse">'Tis mine to roll away the stone</div> +<div class="verse">And warm His heart against my own.</div> +<div class="verse">Here, here on earth I find it all—</div> +<div class="verse">The young archangels, white and tall,</div> +<div class="verse">The Golden City and the doors,</div> +<div class="verse">And all the shining of the floors!</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">I sent my soul through the Invisible,</div> +<div class="verse">Some letter of that After-life to spell;</div> +<div class="verse">And by and by my soul returned to me,</div> +<div class="verse">And answered, "I myself am Heaven and Hell."</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Omar Khayyam.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Count that day really worse than lost</div> +<div class="vind2">You might have made divine,</div> +<div class="verse">Through which you scattered lots of frost</div> +<div class="vind2">And ne'er a speck of shine.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Nixon Waterman.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poemwd"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">O, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west,</div> +<div class="verse">And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness,</div> +<div class="vind6">Round our restlessness, His rest.</div> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sign">—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center noind">———</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">If by one word I help another,</div> +<div class="verse">A struggling and despairing brother,</div> +<div class="vind4">Or ease one bed of pain;</div> +<div class="verse">If I but aid some sad one weeping,</div> +<div class="verse">Or comfort one, lone vigil keeping,</div> +<div class="vind4">I have not lived in vain.</div> +</div></div> + +<div><br/></div> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<p><b>FOOTNOTES:</b></p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The poems by the Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock on this and the +following page are reprinted, by special permission, from "Thoughts for +Every Day Living," copyright, 1901, by Charles Scribner's Sons.</p></div> +</div> + +<hr/> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">{288}</a></span></p> + +<h2>INDEX TO AUTHORS</h2> + +<div class="blockind"> +<p>Adams, Sarah F., <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>Addison, Joseph, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Æschylus, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>Akers, Elizabeth, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>.</p> + +<p>Albert of Brandenburg, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>Alcott, L. M., <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Aldrich, Anne R., <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>Aldrich, Thomas B., <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Alexander, Archbishop, <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>Alexander, Cecil Frances, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Alford, Henry, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>Alger, William R., <a href="#Page_114">114</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>Allen, Ernest B., <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Allen, Freda H., <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Ames, Charles G., <a href="#Page_121">121</a>, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Anstice, Joseph, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>Arabic, from the, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Archilochos, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Arnold, Edwin, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Arnold, Matthew, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Atkinson, Mary E., <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>Austin, Alfred, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + + +<p>Babcock, Maltbie D., <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>.</p> + +<p>Bailey, Philip J., <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>Baillie, Joanna, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Baker, Henry W., <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>Banks, George L., <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>Barbauld, Anna L., <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Barker, Noah, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>Barr, Lillian E., <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>Barry, Michael J., <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Bathurst, William H., <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Baxter, Richard, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Beattie, James, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>Beatty, Pakenham, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>Bernard of Clairvaux, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>Bethune, George W., <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Bickersteth, Edward H., <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Blake, William, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Bliss, Philip Paul, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>Bode, John E., <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>Bolton, Sarah K., <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>Bonar, Horatius, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Borthwick, J., <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>Bradley, Helen, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Brainard, Mary G., <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>Bridges, Madeline S., <a href="#Page_257">257</a>.</p> + +<p>Bridges, Robert, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Brontë, Emily, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Brooke, Stopford A., <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Brooks, Charles T., <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>Brooks, Phillips, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Brown, Brownlee, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, +<a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Browning, Ophelia G., <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>Browning, Robert, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, +<a href="#Page_64">64</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>, +<a href="#Page_268">268</a>, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>Bryant, William C., <a href="#Page_14">14</a>, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Buckham, James, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Bunyan, John, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>Burgess, Frank G., <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Burleigh, George S., <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Burleigh, William H., <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Burns, James D., <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>Burns, Robert, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Burr, William N., <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Burroughs, John, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Burton, Henry, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>Burton, John, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>Butler, Mary, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Butts, Mary F., <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Byrd, William, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Byrom, John, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Byron, George Gordon, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + + +<p>Carlyle, Thomas, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Carruth, William H., <a href="#Page_283">283</a>.</p> + +<p>Cary, Alice, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Caswall, Edward, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Chadwick, John W., <a href="#Page_210">210</a>, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>Charles, Elizabeth R., <a href="#Page_72">72</a>, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Cheney, John Vance, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Clark, Luella, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>Clarke, James Freeman, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Clough, Arthur Hugh, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>.</p> + +<p>Cole, Samuel V., <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>Coleridge, Hartley, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Coleridge, Samuel T., <a href="#Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>Colesworthy, D. C., <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Conder, Josiah, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>Cook, Eliza, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Cook, Mary Ann W., <a href="#Page_110">110</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Cooke, Edmund Vance, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>Cooke, Rose Terry, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>Coolidge, Susan, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Coppee, Francois, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>.</p> + +<p>Corneille, Pierre, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Cotton, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Cousin, Annie R., <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Cowper, William, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Coxe, Arthur Cleveland, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>Coyle, Henry, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Craik, Dinah M. M., <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>.</p> + +<p>Cranch, Christopher P., <a href="#Page_25">25</a>, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Crashaw, Richard, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Crewdson, Jane, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>Crosby, Ernest, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Custis, Gertrude B., <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">{289}</a></span>Cutler, William, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + + +<p>Dandridge, Danske, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Daniel, Samuel, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Davies, John, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>.</p> + +<p>Davies, William, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Davis, Thomas, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Deems, Charles F., <a href="#Page_188">188</a>, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>Denny, Edward, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Dessler, Wolfgang C., <a href="#Page_237">237</a>.</p> + +<p>De Vere, Aubrey T., <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Dewart, Edward H., <a href="#Page_12">12</a>, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>.</p> + +<p>Dickenga, I. E., <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Dickinson, Mary Lowe, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>Doddridge, Philip, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Dorr, Julia C. R., <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>Duffield, Samuel W., <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>Dryden, John, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Dwight, John S., <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Dyer, Edward, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + + +<p>Egerton, J. A., <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>Eliot, George, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.</p> + +<p>Elliott, Charlotte, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>Elliott, Ebenezer, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>Elwood, Thomas, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Emerson, Ralph Waldo, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Exeter, Bishop of, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>Faber, F. W., <a href="#Page_69">69</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>, +<a href="#Page_209">209</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>, <a href="#Page_237">237</a>, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Farningham, Marianne, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>Farrar, F. W., <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Fawcett, Edgar, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Felkin, Ellen T. F., <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Fleming, Paul, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Fletcher, Julia A., <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>Ford, C. L., <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>Foss, Sam Walter, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>, <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>Freckleton, Thomas W., <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Fuller, B. A. G., <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + + +<p>Gammons, Susan E., <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>Gannett, William C., <a href="#Page_229">229</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Gaskell, Eliza C., <a href="#Page_190">190</a>, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>Gay, John, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Gedicke, L., <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>Gellert, Christian F., <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>Gerhardt, Paul, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>German, from the, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Gibbs, Sarah A., <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>Gilder, R. W., <a href="#Page_18">18</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>.</p> + +<p>Gilliland, Strickland W., <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>Gilmore, James Roberts, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Gladden, Washington, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>Goethe, Johann W. von, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Goode, J. B., <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>Goode, Kate T., <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Grannis, G. M., <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Gray, George Z., <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Greek, from the, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Green, Frances L., <a href="#Page_9">9</a>.</p> + +<p>Greg, Samuel, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Grosart, Alexander B., <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Guyon, Madame, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + + +<p>Hafiz, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>Hagenbach, Charles R., <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>Hale, E. E., <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>Hall, Gertrude, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + +<p>Hamilton, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Hamilton, Anna E., <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>Harding, Edward, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Harte, Francis Bret, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>Hatch, Edwin, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Havergal, Frances R., <a href="#Page_81">81</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>.</p> + +<p>Hawes, Annie M. 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D., <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>Robertson, William, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>Robinson, Annie D., <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>Rodigast, S., <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>Rogers, Samuel, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>Romanes, George J., <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Rossetti, Christina G., <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Rückert, Friedrich, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Russell, W. D., <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Ryan, Abram J., <a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Ryland, John, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + + +<p>Saadi, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Salmon, Arthur L., <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Sangster, Margaret E., <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + +<p>Sanskrit, from the, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Savage, Minot J., <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>Scandinavian, from the, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>Schauffler, Robert H., <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Scheffler, Johann A., <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Schiller, Johann C. F., <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Schmolke, Benjamin, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>Schoener, S. C., <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>Scudder, Eliza, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">{291}</a></span>Seabury, J. D., <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>Shairp, John C., <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>Shakespeare, William, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + +<p>Shekelnot, Mary, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>Sheridan, Richard B., <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Sherman, Frank D., <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>Shipton, Anna, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>Shorey, L., <a href="#Page_237">237</a>.</p> + +<p>Silesius, Angelus, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Sill, Edward R., <a href="#Page_2">2</a>, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Simpson, Jane C., <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Smiley, Maurice, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Alexander, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Belle Eugenia, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Elizabeth Oakes, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Henry B., <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Mrs. Henry B., <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Horace, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, Lanta Wilson, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Smith, May Louise Riley, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>Southwell, Robert, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Spanish, from the, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Spitta, Carl J. P., <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>Stanton, Frank L., <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Stedman, Edmund C., <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Sterling, John, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Stetson, Charlotte Perkins, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Stevenson, Robert Louis, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>Stoddard, Richard H., <a href="#Page_150">150</a>.</p> + +<p>Story, Charles L., <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>Story, William M., <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>Stowe, Harriet B., <a href="#Page_88">88</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>Sturm, Julius, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Swain, Charles, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + + +<p>Taylor, George L., <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Taylor, Henry, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>.</p> + +<p>Teller, H. W., <a href="#Page_280">280</a>.</p> + +<p>Tennyson, Alfred, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, +<a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, +<a href="#Page_266">266</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Teresa, St., <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Thackeray, William M., <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Thaxter, Celia, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>Tholuck, Friedrich A. G., <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Thoreau, Henry D., <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>Torrey, Bradford, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Townsend, Mary E., <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Trench, Richard C., <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>, +<a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>Troup, Josephine, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>Tubbs, Arthur L., <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Tucker, Mary F., <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Tupper, Martin F., <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + + +<p>Urchard, T., <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + + +<p>Van Dyke, Henry, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Van Vliet, Alice, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>Very, Jones, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + + +<p>Wallace, James C., <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Ward, Elizabeth S. P., <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Waring, Anna L., <a href="#Page_89">89</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Warner, Anna B., <a href="#Page_81">81</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>.</p> + +<p>Wasson, David A., <a href="#Page_72">72</a>.</p> + +<p>Waterman, Nixon, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>, +<a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Watson, Jean H., <a href="#Page_132">132</a>.</p> + +<p>Watson, William, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Weldon, Charles, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>Wells, Amos R., <a href="#Page_79">79</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>Welsh, from the, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Wesley, Charles, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>.</p> + +<p>Wesley, John, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Wetherald, Agnes E., <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>White, H. Kirke, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>White, James W., <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>White, John, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>Whitney, A. D. T., <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>Whittier, John G., <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>, +<a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, +<a href="#Page_189">189</a>, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>, +<a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>Whittle, D. W., <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>Wilberforce, Ernest R., <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Williams, Alice, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Williams, Isaac, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Williams, Sarah J., <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>Williams, Theodore C., <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>Wilton, R., <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Wither, George, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>Wolcott, Julia A., <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>Wordsworth, William, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>Wotton, Henry, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + + +<p>Xavier, Francis, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + + +<p>Yates, John H., <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Young, Edward, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + + +<p>Zinzendorf, Nicolaus L., <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">{292}</a></span></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h2>INDEX TO TITLES</h2> + +<div class="blockind"> +<p>Abiding, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Above All, The Shield, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>According to Thy Will, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>Acquiescence of Pure Love, The, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Adoration, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>After All, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>Afterward, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Allah's House, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>All for Jesus, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>All for the Best, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>All is Well, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>All is Yours, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>All Things in Jesus, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>All Things Work Good, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>All's for the Best, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>All's Well, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>Along the Way, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>Altered Motto, The, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Although—Yet, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>Amen, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>Angels of Grief, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>Answer to Prayer, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Anywhere with Jesus, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>Approaches, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>As a Bird in Meadows, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>As God Will, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>As He Wills, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>As it Was to Be, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>As Thou Wilt, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>At End, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>Athanasia, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>At Last, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>At Sunset, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + + +<p>Battlefield, The, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>.</p> + +<p>Battles, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Be All at Rest, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Always Giving, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Careful for Nothing, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Content, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Just and Fear Not, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Kind to Thyself, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Never Discouraged, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Not Weary, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Be of Good Cheer, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Be Still, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Be True Thyself, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Beautiful Things, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>Beauty of Holiness, The, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Beggar's Revenge, The, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Begone, Unbelief, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Believe Good Things of God, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Believer's Heritage, The, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>Best that I Can, The, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>Better than Gold, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>Better Things, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Better Trust, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessed Face, The, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessed Lesson, A, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessed Thought of God, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessing, A, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessing in Prayer, A, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessing in Tears, A, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessings Near at Hand, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessings of Prayer, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessings, The, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>Blest is the Faith Divine and Strong, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Bravery, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>Breathe on Me, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Bring Every Burden, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Bringing Our Sheaves with Us, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>.</p> + +<p>Broader Field, A, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>Brotherhood, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>Builder's Lesson, A, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Builders, The, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + +<p>Building, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Burial of Moses, The, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>.</p> + +<p>By Doing Good We Live, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + + +<p>Call of Jesus, The, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Calm, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Care Cast on God, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>Care Thou for Me, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>Cares and Days, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>Careless Content, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Carpenter, The, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>Cast Thy Burden on the Lord, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>Celestial Surgeon, The, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>Chambered Nautilus, The, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>Charge, The, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>Charioteers, The, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>Charity Not Justice, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>Cheerful Old Age, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Cheer Up, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>Cherubic Pilgrim, The, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>.</p> + +<p>Choir Invisible, The, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.</p> + +<p>Choose for Us, God, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Choose Thou, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>Chosen Few, The, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>Christ in the City, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Christ Our Example, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>Christ's Sympathy, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>Clear Vision, The, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Columbus, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>Come to Me, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>Come to Us, Lord, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Commit Thy Way, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Common Lot, The, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Common Offering, The, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>Comparative Degree, The, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Compensation, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Confidence, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Confido et Conquiesco, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>Consecrated Life, A, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>Consider the Ravens, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>.</p> + +<p>Consolation, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>Constant Care, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">{293}</a></span>Content and Rich, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Content I Live, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Content with All, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Contents of Piety, The, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>Contentment, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>Contrast, A, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Courage, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>Courage Defined, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Crossing the Bar, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>.</p> + +<p>Cry of the Soul, A, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + + +<p>Daily Bread, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>Daily Course, The, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>Daily Strength, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>Dare to Do Right, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Dare You? <a href="#Page_14">14</a>.</p> + +<p>Dark Angel, The, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Day by Day, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Dearest Friend, The, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Death, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Death Bed, A, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>Dedicated, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>Defeated Yet Triumphant, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>Defiance to Old Age, A, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>Demand for Courage, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Demand for Men, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Denial, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>Desert's Use, The, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Despondency Rebuked, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Devil is a Fool, The, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + +<p>Difference, The, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>Different Prayers, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Disappointment, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>Divine Majesty, The, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>Divine Peace, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Do and be Blest, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>"Doe the Nexte Thynge," <a href="#Page_42">42</a>.</p> + +<p>Doing and Being, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Don't Take it to Heart, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>Doubting Nothing, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Dum Vivimus Vivamus, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Duties, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>Dwell Deep, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + + +<p>Easily Given, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>East London, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>Eleventh-Hour Laborers, The, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>.</p> + +<p>Elixir, The, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>Emir Hassan, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Emmaus, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Enoch, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Enough, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>Equanimity, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Esse Quam Videre, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Eternal Goodness, The, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>Eternal Justice, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>Evangelist, The, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>.</p> + +<p>Evening Hymn, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>Evening Praise, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Eventide, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>Everlasting Memorial, The, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Ever with Thee, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>Every Day, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>Everywhere with Jesus, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>Expecting and Knowing, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Eye of Faith, The, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Eyeservice, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + + +<p>Failure, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Failure and Success, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>Fairest Lord Jesus, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith in God, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith is the Victory, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Faithful, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Faithful Monk, The, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Fame and Duty, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>.</p> + +<p>Farther On, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>Fear Not, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>Finding All in Jesus, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>Finding Content, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>Flowers without Fruit, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Following, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>Following the Master, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>.</p> + +<p>For A' That, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>.</p> + +<p>For Divine Strength, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>Forgiveness, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Formal Prayer, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>For Strength We Ask, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>Fortitude and Trial, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Free from Sin, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Friend and Foe, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Friend of Souls, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>Fruition, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>Fully Content, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>Furnace and Hammer, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + + +<p>Gain of Loss, The, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Gentleman, A, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Giving and Taking, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>Glorious Morn, The, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Glory of Failure, The, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>Go Not Far from Me, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>.</p> + +<p>Go Right On Working, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>Go Tell Jesus, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>God a Fortress, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>God Alone Loved, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>God Enough, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>God is Enough, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>God is Everywhere, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>God is Mine, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>God Keeps His Own, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>.</p> + +<p>God Knoweth Best, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>God Knows, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>God Knows All, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>God Means Us to be Happy, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>.</p> + +<p>God Never Forsakes, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>God Only, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>God Save the People, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>God's All-Embracing Love, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Care, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Heroes, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Mercy, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Peace, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Presence, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Vengeance, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Voice, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Will, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>God's Will be Done, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>Golden Mean, The, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Good Great Man, The, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>Gradatim, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>.</p> + +<p>Granted or Denied, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>Great and Small, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>Great Difference, A, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p>Great Man, A, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>.</p> + + +<p>Happiest Heart, The, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">{294}</a></span>Happy Any Way, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Happy Warrior, The, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</p> + +<p>Harsh Judgments, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>Have Charity, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Have Faith in God, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Have Hope, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>"He Careth for Thee," <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>He Careth for You, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>"He Doeth All Things Well," <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>He Fills All, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + +<p>He Knoweth All, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>He Leads Us On, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>He Never Forgets, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>Heart of God, The, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Heavenly Presence, The, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Heavier the Cross, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Help Thou My Unbelief, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Her Creed, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Here Am I, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + +<p>Heritage, The, <a href="#Page_107">107</a>.</p> + +<p>Hero Gone, A, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>Heroism, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>.</p> + +<p>Hide Not Thy Heart, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Higher Law, The, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Higher Life, The, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</p> + +<p>Higher Privilege, The, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>His Banner Over Me, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>His Care, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>His Chosen Ones, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>His Monument, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>His Ways, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Holy Habits, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Honor All Men, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>Hour of Prayer, The, <a href="#Page_123">123</a>.</p> + +<p>Hours, The, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>House by the Side of the Road, The, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>.</p> + +<p>How Did You Die? <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>How Doth Death Speak of Our Beloved? <a href="#Page_72">72</a></p> + +<p>How to Judge, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>How We Learn, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Humble Heart, A, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>Humility, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>Hymn of the City, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + + +<p>I Am Content, <a href="#Page_107">107</a>.</p> + +<p>I Asked the Lord that I Might Grow, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>I Can Trust, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>I Do Not Ask, O Lord, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>If I Him but Have, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>If I Should Die To-night, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>If the Lord Should Come, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>If Thou Could'st Know, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>If We Believed, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>If We Could Only See, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>If We Knew, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>I in Thee and Thou in Me, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>.</p> + +<p>I Know Not if the Dark or Bright, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>I Love Thy Will, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Imaginary Evils, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Immanence, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Immanuel's Land, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Indwelling, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Inevitable, The, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>Influence, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>In Him Confiding, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>In Myself, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Inner Calm, The, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Inquiry, The, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>"Into Thy Hands," <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + +<p>Invitation to Prayer, An, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Io Victis, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>I Pack My Trunk, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>I Resolve, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>I Shall Not Want, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>Is Life Worth Living? <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Is Your Lamp Burning? <a href="#Page_66">66</a>.</p> + +<p>"It is More Blessed," <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>"It is Toward Evening," <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>It Might Have Been, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>It Passeth Knowledge, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>I've Found a Joy in Sorrow, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>"I Will Abide in Thine House," <a href="#Page_204">204</a></p> + +<p>I Will Not Seek, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>I Will Trust, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>I Would Live Longer, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>I Wouldn't, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + + +<p>Jesu, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus All-Sufficient, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, I Love Thee, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus My God and My All, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus on the Sea, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus Our Joy, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus Supreme, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>Jewel, The, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>John and Jesus, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Judge Not, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Just as God Leads, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Just for To-day, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Just One Day, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>Justice, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Justice Only, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + + +<p>Kept in Perfect Peace, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + +<p>Kindness, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>King of Love, The, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>Kingdom of God, The, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Knowledge and Wisdom, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + + +<p>Ladder of St. Augustine, The, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>.</p> + +<p>Lancashire Doxology, A, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>La Rochelle, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Larger Hope, The, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Larger View, The, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>.</p> + +<p>Last Prayer, A, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>Last Wish, The, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>Laus Deo, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Laus Mortis, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Lead On, O Lord, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Leaving All, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>Length of Days, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>Length of Life, The, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Let Us See Jesus, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>.</p> + +<p>Liberty, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>Life, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Life and Death, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Life Hid with Christ, A, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>Life I Seek, The, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>Life's Mirror, <a href="#Page_257">257</a>.</p> + +<p>Light, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Listening for God, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>Little Parable, A, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>Little Talk with Jesus, A, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Lonely Service, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Longing, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>Looking for Pearls, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>Looking unto God, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">{295}</a></span>Lord of Himself, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord will Provide, The, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord's Appointment, The, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord's Leading, The, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord's Provision, The, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Losing Side, The, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>Love, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>Love and Light, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Love Counteth Not the Cost, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Love—Joy, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Love of God, The, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Love of Home, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Love that Passeth Knowledge, The, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>Love's Fulfilling, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>Lowly Heart, A, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>Loyalty, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>Luther, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + + +<p>Madame Lofty, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>Made Perfect Through Suffering, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>.</p> + +<p>Make Haste, O Man! to Live, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Make Thy Way Mine, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>Man, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>Manna, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>Man's a Man for A' That, A, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>.</p> + +<p>Man with a Grudge, The, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Martha, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>Martha or Mary, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>Martyrs, The, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>Mary of Bethany, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>Master's Touch, The, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>Maxims, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>Meaning of Prayer, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>Meekness of Moses, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Mencius, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Moment by Moment, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>Moment in the Morning, A, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Moral Cosmetics, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>More and More, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>.</p> + +<p>More Holiness, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>Morning, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Morning Hymn, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + +<p>Morning Star, The, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Morning Thought, A, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>My Cross, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>My Guide, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>My Heart is Fixed, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>.</p> + +<p>My Heart is Resting, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + +<p>My Lord and I, <a href="#Page_237">237</a>.</p> + +<p>My Prayer, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>My Psalm, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>My Service, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>"My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord," <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>My Task, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.</p> + +<p>My Times are in Thy Hand, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>Mysterious Way, The, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + + +<p>Nearest Duty, The, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>Never Say Fail, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>New Era, The, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>New Every Morning, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>"New Logion," The, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>No Cares, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>No Enemies, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>No Fear, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>No Fears, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Nobility of Goodness, The, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>Noble Army of Martyrs Praise Thee, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Noble Deeds, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Noble Lives, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</p> + +<p>Noblesse Oblige, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>Nobly Born, The, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>Not a Sound Invades the Stillness, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>Not by Chance, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>Not Knowing, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>Not Lost, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>Not Mine, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>Not Now, but Then, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Not Yet Prepared, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>Nothing to Wish or to Fear, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Now, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + + +<p>O for a Perfect Trust, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>O God of Truth, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>O Jesus Christ, Grow Thou in Me, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Obscure Martyrs, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Ode to Duty, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>.</p> + +<p>Offering, The, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>.</p> + +<p>Old Latin Hymn, A, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Old Stoic, The, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Omnipresence, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + +<p>On Second Thought, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>On the Eve of Departure, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>On Thee My Heart is Resting, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.</p> + +<p>One Day's Service, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>One Path to Light, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>One Talent, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>One Talent, The, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>One Thing Needful, The, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>Only, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Only a Little, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Only Love, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Only One Way, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Only Solace, The, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>Only To-day, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>Open Thou Our Eyes, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>Opportunity, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Opportunity Improved, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Opportunity Renewed, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Burden-Bearer, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Heavenly Father, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Heroes, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Home Above, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Master, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Rock, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Two Gifts, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Out of Touch, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + + +<p>Pass it On, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>Patience of Jesus, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Paul at Melita, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Peace of God, The, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Peaceable Fruit, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>Perfect Faith, A, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Perfect Peace, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Perfect Through Suffering, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>Pessimist and Optimist, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Petition, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Pharisee and Publican, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Picture of a Happy Man, The, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>.</p> + +<p>Place with Him, A, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>Pluck, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Pluck Wins, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Poem of the Universe, The, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>Power of Prayer, The, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Praise, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">{296}</a></span>Praise Deprecated, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>Praise Waiteth for Thee, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Pray Always, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer, A, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer for Strength, A, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer its Own Answer, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer of Deeds, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer to the God of Nature, A, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer's Grace, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Preciousness of Christ, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Presence, The, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>Present Crisis, The, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>Present Saviour, A, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>Pressing toward the Mark, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Proem, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Progress, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>Promised Land—To-morrow, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>.</p> + +<p>Prospice (Look Forward), <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>Providence, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + +<p>Purpose True, A, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + + +<p>Quiet Heart, A, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + +<p>Quiet Mind, The, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + + +<p>Rabia, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Ready, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>Recessional, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>Redeeming the Time, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>Red Planet Mars, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Reformer, The, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Religion and Doctrine, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Religious Differences, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Religious Infidels, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>Resignation, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>.</p> + +<p>Responsibility for Talents, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>Rest, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Resting in God, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>Rest Where You Are, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + +<p>Retrospection, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>Reward of Faithfulness, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>.</p> + +<p>Riches, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Riches and Power, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>Ridiculous Optimist, The, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>Right Must Win, The, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>.</p> + +<p>Ring, Happy Bells, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>Robert Browning's Message, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</p> + +<p>Robin's Song, The, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Roundel, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Round of the Wheel, The, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Rules for Daily Life, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + + +<p>Sacrifice of the Will, The, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>Saintship, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>Saved to Serve, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>Scatter Sunshine, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Sealed, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Secret of a Happy Day, The, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>.</p> + +<p>Secret of His Presence, The, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + +<p>Secret Place, The, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>Secret Prayer, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Seedtime, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Seeing Jesus, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>Self, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>.</p> + +<p>Self-examination, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>Selfish Prayer, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>Self-surrender, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Sensitiveness, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>Serve God and Be Cheerful, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Service, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>Shadow of the Great Rock, The, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Shared, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>Share Your Blessings, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>She Brought her Box of Alabaster, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>"Show Me Thy Face," <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>Shrinking Prayer, A, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>"Silver Cord is Loosed," The, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>.</p> + +<p>Silver Lining, The, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>Simple Faith, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>Simple Trust, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>Since First Thy Word Awaked My Heart, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Single Stitch, A, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>Sit Still, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Small Beginnings, <a href="#Page_50">50</a>.</p> + +<p>Social Christianity, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>Some Rules of Life, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>Something You Can Do, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>"Sometime," <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>Sometime, Somewhere, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Song of a Heathen, The, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>Song of Love, A, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>Song of Low Degree, A, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>Song of Solace, A, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>Song of Trust, A, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Song—Sermon, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Source of Power, The, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>Sower, The, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>Sowing Joy, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Sparrow, The, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>Speak Out, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>Spiritual Devotion, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>"Splendor of God's Will, The," <a href="#Page_215">215</a>.</p> + +<p>Split Pearls, The, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>Steps of Faith, The, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Still Hope! Still Act, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>Strange Boon, A, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>Strength, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>Strength for To-day, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Stronger Faith, A, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Struggle, The, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Submission, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>Submission and Rest, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>Submission to God, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>Summer and Winter, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>Sunday, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Sure Refuge, The, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>Sweet Content, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Sweet Promises, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>Sympathetic Love, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + + +<p>Take Away Pain, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>Take Time to be Holy, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>Talhairn's Prayer, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Talking with God, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach Me the Truth, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach Me to Live, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Tell Him So, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>"Tell Jesus," <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>Tell Me About the Master, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Tenant, The, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>Thalassa! Thalassa! <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>Thanks, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Thanks for Pain, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>.</p> + +<p>Thanksgiving, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>That I May Soar, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">{297}</a></span>There is No Death, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>They Shall Not Overflow, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>Things I Miss, The, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Think Gently of the Erring, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou Knowest, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p>"Thou Maintainest My Lot," <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou Sweet, Beloved Will of God, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>Thought, A, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>Thought of God, The, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>Three Days, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Three Friends, The, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Three Lessons, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Three Stages of Piety, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Allotment, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Best, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Brother, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>"Thy Labor is Not in Vain," <a href="#Page_55">55</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Loving Kindness, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Will, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy Will Be Done, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>Time for Prayer, The, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>To a Reformer, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>To-day, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>To Faith, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Toil a Blessing, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>"To Know All is to Forgive All," <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>Too Much Self, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>To Our Beloved, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>To Thee, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>To Thine Own Self Be True, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>To Truth, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>Touch, The, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>Tree God Plants, The, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>Trifles That Make Saints, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>Triumph of the Martyrs, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>Triumphing in Others, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>True Greatness, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>True Hero, A, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>True King, The, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>True Prayer, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Truly Rich, The, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>Trust, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>Trust in God, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Trust in God and Do the Right, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>Trusting God, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Truth, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Truth and Falsehood, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>.</p> + +<p>Turn from Self, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>Two Angels, The, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>Two Pictures, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>Two Religions, The, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>Two Worlds, The, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + + +<p>Uncharitableness Not Christian, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>Unconquered, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Unfailing Friend, The, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>Union with God, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>Universal Prayer, The, <a href="#Page_123">123</a>.</p> + +<p>Unwasted Days, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>Uphill, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Useful According to God's Will, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + + +<p>Valley of Silence, The, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>.</p> + +<p>Veiled Future, The, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>Via Crucis, Via Lucis, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>Victory, The, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Voice Calling, The, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Voice of Piety, The, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + + +<p>Wait on God, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Waiting, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Waking, <a href="#Page_50">50</a>.</p> + +<p>Waking Thoughts, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Walking with God, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>Walking with Jesus, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>Wanted, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>Weapons, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>We Defer Things, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>We Give All, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Welcome the Shadows, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>We Long to See Jesus, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>We Shall Know, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>We Will Praise Thee, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>We Would See Jesus, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>What Christ Said, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>What Does it Matter? <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>What is Death? <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>What is Prayer? <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>What Makes a Hero? <a href="#Page_7">7</a>.</p> + +<p>What Man is There of You? <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>What Might be Done, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>What Pleaseth God, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>.</p> + +<p>What Redress, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>What She Could, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>When I Am Weak then Am I Strong, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>When I Have Time, <a href="#Page_257">257</a>.</p> + +<p>When You Do an Act, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>Who Bides His Time, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Wholly the Lord's, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>Whom Have I in Heaven but Thee? <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.</p> + +<p>Why Do I Live? <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>Why Not? <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Widow's Oil, The, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Will, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>Will Divine, The, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>.</p> + +<p>Will of God, The, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>.</p> + +<p>Wind that Blows, that Wind is Best, The, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>Wisdom of Discipline, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>Without and Within, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Without Haste and Without Rest, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>With Self Dissatisfied, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Worker's Prayer, A, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Working with Christ, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>Work Loyally, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>Worldly Place, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Worth While, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + + +<p>"Your Heavenly Father Knoweth," <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>Your Mission, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>Youth's Warning, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + + +<p>Zeal in Labor, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">{298}</a></span></p> + + + +<hr /> + +<h2>INDEX TO FIRST LINES</h2> + +<div class="blockind"> +<p>A certain wise man deeply versed, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>"A commonplace life," we say, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>A faith that shines by night and day, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>A gem which falls within the mire, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>A governed heart, thinking, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>A happy lot must sure be his, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>A jewel is a jewel still, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>A kindly act is a kernel sown, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>A little bird I am, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>A little bit of hope, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>A little talk with Jesus, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>A little word in kindness spoken, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>"A man's a man," says Robert Burns, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>.</p> + +<p>A man's higher being is knowing, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>A mind from every evil thought, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>A mighty fortress is our God, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>.</p> + +<p>A moment in the morning, ere the cares, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>A pilgrim, bound to Mecca, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>A pious friend of Rabia one day, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>A Sower went forth to sow, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>A sprig of mint by the wayward brook, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>A stone makes not great rivers turbid grow, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>A tone of pride or petulance repressed, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>A traveler through a dusty road, <a href="#Page_50">50</a>.</p> + +<p>A voice by Jordan's shore, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>A woman sat by a hearthside place, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>A worthy man of Paris town, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Abide with me, O Christ, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>Abide with us, O wondrous Lord, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Abundance is the blessing of the wise, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Again, O God, the night shuts down, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah, a man's reach should exceed, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah! don't be sorrowful, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah, God! I have not had thee, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah! grand is the world's work, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah, how skillful grows the hand, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah, yes! I would a phœnix be, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>Ah, yes! the task is hard, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>"Allah, Allah!" cried the sick man, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>"Allah!" was all night long, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>All are architects of Fate, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + +<p>All are but parts of one stupendous, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + +<p>All as God wills, who, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>All goeth but God's will, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>All habits gather by unseen degrees, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>All is of God! If he but wave, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>All service ranks the same with God, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>All's for the best; be sanguine, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Among so many can He care, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>An age so blest that, by its side, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>An angel came from the courts of gold, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>An easy thing, O Power divine, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>An old farm house with meadows wide, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>And all is well, though faith and form, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>"And do the hours step fast or slow, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>And, for success, I ask no more, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>And good may ever conquer ill, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>And he drew near and talked with them, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>And now we only ask to serve, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>And only the Master shall praise us, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>And see all sights from pole to pole, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>And, since we needs must hunger, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>And some innative weakness, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>And they who do their souls no wrong, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Another day God gives me, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Anywhere with Jesus, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>Are your sorrows hard to bear, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Around my path life's mysteries, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Around the man who seeks a noble end, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</p> + +<p>Art thou afraid his power shall fail, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Art thou in misery, brother? <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>Art thou little? Do thy little well, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>Art thou weary, tender heart, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>As a bird in meadows fair, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>As by the light of opening day, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>As flows the river calm and deep, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>As God leads me will I go, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>As I lay sick upon my bed, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>As on a window late I cast mine eyes, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>As running water cleanseth bodies, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>As the bird trims her to the gale, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>.</p> + +<p>As yonder tower outstretches to the earth, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Asked and unasked, thy heavenly gifts, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Aspire, break bounds, I say, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>At cool of day with God I walk, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>At end of love, at end of life, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>At sixty-two life has begun, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>At the midnight, in the silence, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>At thirty man suspects himself, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Away, my needless fears, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>Away! my unbelieving fear, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + + +<p>Banish far from me all I love, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>"Be all at rest, my soul," <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + +<p>Be calm in arguing; for, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>Be firm. One constant element in luck, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Be it health or be it leisure, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>Be like the bird that, halting in her flight, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Be never discouraged, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Be no imitator; freshly act thy part, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>Be noble! and the nobleness, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Be not afraid to pray, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Be not too proud of good deeds, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>Be not too ready to condemn, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Be patient; keep thy life work, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Be still, sad heart! and cease repining, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Be strong to hope, O heart, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>Be thou a poor man and a just, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Be thou content; be still before, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>Be trustful, be steadfast, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Be useful where thou livest, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Be with me, Lord, where'er, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Bear a lily in thy hand, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">{299}</a></span>Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>Beautiful faces are those that wear, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>Because I hold it sinful to despond, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>Because I seek thee not O seek thou me, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Before God's footstool, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>Before the eyes of men let duty shine, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>Before the monstrous wrong he sets him down, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Begin the day with God, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + +<p>Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Behind him lay the gray Azores, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>Being perplexed, I say, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>Believe not each accusing tongue, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Beneath the tiger's jaw I heard, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>Beside thy gracious hearth, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Better have failed in the high aim, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Better than grandeur, better than gold, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>Better to have the poet's heart, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Better to smell the violet cool, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Better to stem with heart and hand, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Better trust all and be deceived, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Beware, exulting youth, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>Blessed are they who die for God, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Blest is the faith divine and strong, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>"Body, I pray you, let me go," <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Both swords and guns are strong, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Bravely to do whate'er the time demands, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Break forth, my lips, in praise, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Breathe on me, Breath of, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Build a little fence of trust, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Bury thy sorrow, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>But all God's angels come to us, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>But God is never so far off, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>But that thou art my wisdom, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>But where will God be absent, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>By all means use some time, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>By Nebo's lonely mountain, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>.</p> + +<p>By thine own soul's law learn to live, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + + +<p>Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Calm Soul of all things, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Care Thou for me! Let me not care, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>Catch, then, O catch the transient hour, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Christ wants the best, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>Cleon has a million acres, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>Come to me, Come to me, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>Come to the morning prayer, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Come to us, Lord, as the day light comes, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Comes a message from above, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Commit thy way to God, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Content that God's decree, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Could we with ink the ocean fill, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Couldst thou boast, O child, of weakness, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Count each affliction, whether light or grave, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Courage, brother, do not slumber, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + + +<p>Dance, O my soul! 'tis God doth play, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>Dare to do right! Dare to be true, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Dare to think, though others frown, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>Day by day the manna fell, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>Dear is my friend, but my foe too, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Deep at the heart of all our pain, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>Did you tackle that trouble, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>Dig channels for the streams of love, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Diving, and finding no pearls, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Do I not love thee, Lord most high, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Do not I love thee, O my Lord, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Do thy duty; that is best, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>Do thy little; do it well, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Does the road wind uphill, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>Don't lose Courage! Spirit brave, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Don't think your lot the worst, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Don't you trouble trouble till, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>Doubting Thomas and loving John, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>.</p> + +<p>Drop thy still dews of quietness, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Dwell deep! The little things, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + + +<p>Each moment holy is, for, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Earth's crammed with heaven, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Emir Hassan, of the prophet's race, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Encamped along the hills of light, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Enough to know that through the winter's frost, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>"Even in a palace, life may be led well," <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Ever, when tempted, make me see, <a href="#Page_237">237</a>.</p> + +<p>Every day is a fresh beginning, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>Every hour that fleets so, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Everywhere with Jesus, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>Eyeservice let me give, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + + +<p>Fair is the soul, rare is the soul, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Fairest Lord Jesus! <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith fails; Then in the, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith, Hope and Love were questioned, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Faith is a grasping of Almighty power, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Faithfully faithful to every trust, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>Far better in its place the lowliest bird, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Far off thou art, but ever nigh, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, before thy footstool kneeling, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, hold Thou my hand, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, I know that all my, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, I scarcely dare to pray, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, in thy mysterious presence, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>Father of all! in every age, <a href="#Page_123">123</a>.</p> + +<p>Father, take not away the burden, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>Fear him, ye saints, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Fearest the shadow? Keep thy trust, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Fill, brief or long, my granted years, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Find out what God would have you do, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>Flower in the crannied wall, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Flung to the heedless winds, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>For age is opportunity no less, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>For all the evils under the sun, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>For all the sins that cling to thee, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>For I am 'ware it is the seed of act, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>For, lo! in hidden deep accord, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>For never land long lease of empire won, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>For others' sake to make life sweet, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>For some the narrow lane of must, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>For strength we ask, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>For what is age but youth's, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Forenoon and afternoon and, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>Forever, from the hand that takes, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>Forever in their Lord abiding, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>Forget the past and live the present hour, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>Forgive us, Lord, our little faith, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>Four things a man must learn to do, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Fret not, poor soul; while doubt and fear, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>From an old English parsonage, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>.</p> + +<p>From cellar unto attic all is clear, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">{300}</a></span>From our ill-ordered hearts, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + + +<p>Get leave to work in this world, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>Give me heart touch with all that live, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Give me, O Lord, a heart of grace, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>Give me this day a little work, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Give to the winds thy fears, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Give what thou canst, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>Glory to God—to God! he saith, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>God answers prayer, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>God asks not, To what, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>God gave me something very sweet, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>God give us men! A time, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>God gives each man one life, <a href="#Page_72">72</a>.</p> + +<p>God gives to man the power, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>God has his best things for the few, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>God holds the key of all unknown, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>God is enough! thou, who in hope and fear, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>God is near thee, Christian; cheer thee, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>God knows—not I—the devious way, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>.</p> + +<p>God means us to be happy, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>.</p> + +<p>God moves in a mysterious, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + +<p>God never would send you the darkness, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>God sees me though I see him not, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>God of our fathers, known, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>God of the roadside weed, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>God works in all things, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>God's in his heaven, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>God's spirit falls on me as dew, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>.</p> + +<p>Go, labor on; spend and be spent, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>.</p> + +<p>Go not far from me, O my Strength, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>.</p> + +<p>Go when the morning shineth, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Golden gleams of noonday fell, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>Good striving Brings thriving, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>Grant me, O Lord, thy merciful protection, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Grant us, O God, in love to thee, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>Grant us thy peace down from thy presence falling, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>Great Jehovah! we will praise, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>Great Master! teach us how to hope, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>Great men grow greater, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Great truths are dearly bought, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Greatly begin! though thou have time, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>Grow old along with me, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</p> + + +<p>Habits are soon assumed, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Half feeling our own weakness, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>Happy the man, and happy he alone, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>.</p> + +<p>Hark! the voice of Jesus calling, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Have faith in God! for he who reigns, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Have Hope! it is the brightest star, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Have I learned, in whatsoever, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Have you found your life distasteful, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>.</p> + +<p>Have you had a kindness shown, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>He built a house, time laid it in the dust, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>He cast his net at morn, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>He did God's will, to him all one, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>He doth good work whose heart can find, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>He fails never, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>He fails who climbs to power and place, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>He fought a thousand glorious wars, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>He growled at morning, noon, and night, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>He has done the work of a true man, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>He has no enemies, you say? <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>He is brave whose tongue is silent, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>He is one to whom Long patience, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>He knows, he loves, he cares, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>He leads us on by paths we did not know, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>He liveth long who liveth well, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>He makes no friend who never made a foe, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>He prayeth well who loveth well, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>He stood before the Sanhedrim, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>He stood, the youth they called the Beautiful, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>He that feeds men serveth few, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>He that holds fast the golden mean, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>He that is down need fear no fall, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>He that would free from malice, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>He took them from me, one by one, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>"He touched her hand, and the fever left her," <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>He walked with God, by faith, in solitude, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>He was better to me than all my fears, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>He who ascends to mountain tops, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>He's true to God, who's true, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>Hearts that are great beat never loud, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>Heaven above is softer blue, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Heaven is not always angry, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>Heaven is not reached by a single bound, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>.</p> + +<p>Heavier the cross the stronger faith, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Helmet and plume and saber, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>.</p> + +<p>Hide not thy talent in the earth, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>High above fate I dwell, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>High hopes that burned like stars, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>.</p> + +<p>His courtiers of the caliph crave, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>His name yields the richest perfume, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Home they brought her warrior dead, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>Honor and shame from no condition rise, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Hope, child, to-morrow and to-morrow still, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>Hope, Christian soul! in every stage, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>How blest is he, though ever crossed, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>.</p> + +<p>How does the soul grow? <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>How doth death speak of our beloved, <a href="#Page_72">72</a>.</p> + +<p>How far from here to heaven, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>How gentle God's commands, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p>How happy is he born and taught, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>.</p> + +<p>How many chatterers of a creed, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>How seldom, friends, a good great man, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>"How shall I a habit break," <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>How we, poor players on life's stage, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>How wretched is the man with honors crowned, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Howe'er it be, it seems to me, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>However others act towards thee, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>However the battle is ended, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Humble we must be if to heaven we go, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>Humility, that low, sweet root, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Hushing every muttered murmur, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + + +<p>I am but clay in thy hands, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>.</p> + +<p>I am content; I do not care, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>I am content. In trumpet, <a href="#Page_107">107</a>.</p> + +<p>I am glad to think I am not bound, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">{301}</a></span>I am Liberty—God's daughter, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>I am of sinfulness and sorrows full, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>I am only a little sparrow, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>I am part of that Power, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>I am so weak, dear Lord, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>I am thine own, O Christ, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>I am with thee, my God, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>I asked for grace to lift me high, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>I asked the Lord that I might grow, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>I asked the Lord that I might worthier be, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>.</p> + +<p>I asked the Lord to let me do, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>.</p> + +<p>I bow my forehead to the dust, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>I bring my sins to thee, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>I cannot always see the way, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>I cannot choose; I should have liked so much, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>"I cannot do much," said a little star, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>I cannot say, Beneath the pressure of life's cares, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>I cannot see, with my small human sight, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>I cannot think but God must know, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>I could not find the little maid, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not ask for any crown, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not ask for earthly store, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not ask, O Lord, that life, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not ask that Thou shalt front the fray, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not know thy final will, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not know whether my future lies, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>.</p> + +<p>I do not know why sin abounds, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>I feel within me A peace, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>I find no foeman in the road but fear, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>I go to prove my soul, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>I have a Friend so precious, <a href="#Page_237">237</a>.</p> + +<p>I have a life with Christ to live, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>I have a treasure which I prize, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + +<p>I have done at length with dreaming, <a href="#Page_50">50</a>.</p> + +<p>"I have labored in vain," a preacher said, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>.</p> + +<p>I have no answer, for myself or thee, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>I have seen the face of Jesus, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>I have thee every hour, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>I hear it often in the dark, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>I hear it singing, singing sweetly, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>I hold him great who, for love's sake, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>I hold it as a changeless law, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>I hold it true, whate'er befall, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>I hold it truth with him who sings, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>I hold that, since by death alone, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>I honor the man who is willing to sink, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>I know no life divided, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>I know not, and I would not know, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>I know not if the dark or bright, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>I know not if 'twas wise or well, <a href="#Page_74">74</a></p> + +<p>I know not the way I am going, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>I know not what shall befall me, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>I know not what the future holds, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>I know the Hand that is guiding me, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>I know this earth is not my sphere, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>I like the man who faces what he must, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>I live for those who love me, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>I'll not leave Jesus, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>.</p> + +<p>I'll sing you a lay ere I wing on my way, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>I look to Thee in every need, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>I love, and have some cause, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.</p> + +<p>I love my God, but with no love of mine, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>I love thy will, O God, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>I made the cross myself whose weight, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>I met a child, and kissed it, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>I often say my prayers, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>I pray not that Men tremble, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>I pray thee, Lord, that when it comes to me, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>I pray you, do not use this thing, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>I pray, with meek hands, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>I preached as never sure to preach again, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>I reach a duty yet I do it not, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>I said it in the meadow path, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>I said, "Let me walk in the fields," <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>I saw a farmer plow his land, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>I say it over and over, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>I say to thee—do thou repeat, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>I see the right and I approve, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>I shall not want; in desert wilds, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>I sing the hymn of the conquered, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>I sit within my room and joy to find, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>I stand in the great Forever, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>I stand upon the Mount, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>I stand upon the summit of my life, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>I thank thee, Lord, for mine unanswered prayers, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>I thank thee, Lord, that all my joy, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>I think, if thou couldst know, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>I've found a joy in sorrow, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>I've learned to prize the, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>I walk down the Valley of Silence, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>.</p> + +<p>I want so many, many, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>I welcome all Thy sovereign will, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>I wonder if ever a song was, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>I worship thee, sweet will of God, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>.</p> + +<p>I would be ready, Lord, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>.</p> + +<p>I would not ask thee that my days, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>I would see Jesus. As I muse, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>Idlers all day about the market place, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>.</p> + +<p>Idly as thou, in that old day, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>If any little word of mine, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>If every man's internal care, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>If God is mine then present things, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>If I could feel my hand, dear Lord, in thine <a href="#Page_178">178</a>.</p> + +<p>If I could live to God for just one day, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>If I could only surely know, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>If I could see a brother, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>If I have faltered more or less, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>If I Him but have, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>If I knew you and you knew me, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>If I should die to-night, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>If I truly love the One, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>If I were dead I think that you, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>If I were told that I must die to-morrow, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>.</p> + +<p>If Jesus came to earth again, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>If Jesus Christ is a man, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>If life's pleasures cheer thee, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>If no kindly thought or word, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>If none were sick and none were sad, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>If only he is mine, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>If suddenly upon the street, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>If the Lord should come in the morning, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>If the weather is cold don't scold, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>If the wren can cling to a spray, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>If this little world to-night, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>If thou art blest, Then let the sunshine, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>If thou canst plan a noble deed, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>If thou <i>hast</i> something bring thy goods, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">{302}</a></span>If thou hast the gift of strength, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>If to Jesus for relief, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>If we believed we should, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>If we knew the cares and sorrows, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>If we sit down at set of sun, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>If washed in Jesus' blood, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>If when I kneel to pray, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>If you cannot on the ocean, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>If you have a friend worth having, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>If you have a word of cheer, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>Immortal Love, forever full, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>.</p> + +<p>In a napkin smooth and white, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>In a world where sorrow, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>In all I think or speak or do, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>In buds upon some Aaron's rod, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>.</p> + +<p>In full and glad surrender, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>In heavenly love abiding, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>In humbleness, O Lord, I ask, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>In life's small things be resolute, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>"In pastures green?" Not always, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>In proud humility a pious man, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>In silence mend what ills deform, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>In some way or other, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>In spite of sorrow, loss, and pain, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>In the deed that no man knoweth, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>In the floods of tribulation, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>In the hush of April weather, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>In the June twilight, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>.</p> + +<p>In the pleasant orchard closes, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>In the secret of his presence, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + +<p>In the still air the music, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>In vain they smite me, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>In wise proportion does a fond hand mingle, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Into thy guiding hands, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + +<p>Is it true, O Christ in, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>Is life worth living? <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Is the work difficult? <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>Is there for honest poverty, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>.</p> + +<p>Is thy cruse of comfort failing, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>It becomes no man to nurse despair, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>It is bad to have an empty purse, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>It is coming! it is coming, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>It is enough—Enough just to be good, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>It is faith, The feeling, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>It is Lucifer, The son, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>It is no use to grumble and, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>It is not death to die, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>It is not mine to run, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + +<p>It is not prayer, This clamor, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>It is not the deed we do, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>It is not the wall of stone without, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>It isn't the thing you do, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + +<p>It is the evening hour, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>It is worth while to live, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>It matters little where I was born, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>It passeth knowledge, that dear love of thine, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>.</p> + +<p>It singeth low in every heart, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>It's wiser being good than bad, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>It takes great strength to train, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>.</p> + +<p>It was not anything she said, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>It was only a blossom, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>It was only a sunny smile, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>It were not hard, we think, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + + +<p>Jesu is in my heart, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, I love thee, not because, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, I my cross have taken, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>"Jesus saith," and His deep, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, still lead on, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, the calm that fills my breast, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, the very thought, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, these eyes have never seen, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>.</p> + +<p>Jesus, thou Joy of loving, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>Judge not; the workings of, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>"Judge the people by their actions," <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>Just as God leads me I would go, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>Just to let thy Father do, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>.</p> + +<p>Just where you stand in the conflict, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + + +<p>Keep pure thy soul, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Keep pushing—'tis wiser than sitting aside, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Keep to the right, within and without, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Know well, my soul, God's hand controls, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>.</p> + +<p>Knowing this, that never yet, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Knowing, what all experience serves to show, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>.</p> + + +<p>Labor with what zeal we will, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Laid on thine altar, O my Lord divine, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>Leave God to order all thy ways, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>Led by kindlier hand than ours, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>.</p> + +<p>Let come what will, I mean to bear, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>Let him that loves his ease, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Let me not die before I've done for thee, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>Let no one till his death Be called unhappy, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>Let not your heart be troubled, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Let nothing disturb thee, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Let nothing make thee sad, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Let one more attest, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>Let praise devote thy work, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Let the Loved One but smile, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Let thy sweet presence light my way, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Let us be content in work, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p>Let us believe That there, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Let us cry, All good things, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Let us gather up the sunbeams, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Life-embarked, out at sea, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Life! I know not what, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Life is a burden; bear it, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>Life is too short to waste, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Like the star That shines afar, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Live while you live, the epicure would say, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Lo here hath been dawning, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Look not beyond the stars for heaven, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>Looking upward every, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, according to thy word, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord and Father, great and holy, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, for the erring thought, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, for to-morrow and its, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, I delight in Thee, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, I have shut my door, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, in the strength of grace, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, let me not be too content, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">{303}</a></span>Lord, it belongs not to my care, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, make me quick to see, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord of all being, throned afar, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, send thy light, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, shall we grumble when thy flame, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, speak to me, that I may speak, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, what a change within us, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Lord, what is man, That thou, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Love that asketh love again, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>Love took up the glass of time, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + + +<p>Make haste, O man! to live, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Make my mortal dreams, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Man in his life hath three good friends, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Man judges from a partial view, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Man's plea to man is that he nevermore, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>Man was not made for forms, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>Manlike is it to fall into sin, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>Master of human destinies am I, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>May every soul that touches mine, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>Mechanic soul, thou must not only do, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>Men lose their ships, the, eager things, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p>Methought that in a solemn church, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>More holiness give me, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>More things are wrought by prayer, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</p> + +<p>Moses, the patriot fierce, became, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lofty keeps a carriage, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>My business is not to remake myself, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>My conscience is my crown, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>My fairest child, I have no song to give you, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, how wonderful thou art, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, I heard this day, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, I thank thee who hast, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, I would not live, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, is any hour so sweet, <a href="#Page_123">123</a>.</p> + +<p>My God, my Father, while I stray, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>.</p> + +<p>My heart is resting, O my, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + +<p>My Jesus, as thou wilt, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>My mind to me a kingdom, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>My prayer to the promise shall cling, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>.</p> + +<p>My proud foe at my hands, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>My Saviour, on the word of truth, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>My sins and follies, Lord, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>My sorrows have not been so light, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>My soul shall be a telescope, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>.</p> + +<p>My soul was stirred; I prayed, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p> + +<p>My spirit on thy care, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>My time is short enough at best, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>"My times are in thy hand," <a href="#Page_189">189</a>.</p> + +<p>My whole though broken heart, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>My will would like a life of ease, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + + +<p>Nanac the faithful, pausing once to pray, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>Nay, all by Thee is ordered, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>Nay, nay, do not tell me, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>.</p> + +<p>Nay, not for place, but for the right, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Nay, now if these things that you long to teach, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Nay, why should I fear Death, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>Never a trial that He is not there, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>Never give up! it is wiser and better, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>Never go gloomily, man with a mind, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>New every morning is the love, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>New words to speak, new thoughts to hear, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>No care can come where God doth guard, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>No chance has brought this ill, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>No child of man may perish, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>No coward soul is mine, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>No endeavor is in vain, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>No help! nay, it is not so, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>No man is born into the world, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>No more my own, Lord Jesus, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>.</p> + +<p>No more with downcast eyes go faltering on, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>No one is so accursed by fate, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>No service in itself is small, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>None but one can harm you, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>Nor love thy life, nor hate, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Not a brooklet floweth, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>Not a dread cavern hoar, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Not a sound invades the, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>Not always the path is, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Not at the battle front, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Not disabled in the combat, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>Not I but Christ be honored, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in dumb resignation, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in each shell the diver brings, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in some cloistered cell, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in the clamor of the crowded street, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in the solitude Alone may man, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Not in our waking hours alone, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>Not on the gory field of fame, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Not once or twice in our fair island story, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>Not only in the cataract and the thunder, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Not ours nobility of this world's giving, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>Not so in haste, my heart, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>.</p> + +<p>Not to the man of dollars, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>Not they alone who from the bitter strife, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>Not to thy saints of old alone dost Thou, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Not what I am, O Lord, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>Not when with self dissatisfied, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Nothing pays but God, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + + +<p>O be in God's clear world, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>O, blessed is that man of whom, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>.</p> + +<p>O, block by block, with sore and sharp endeavor, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>O brothers! are ye asking, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>O dwell in me, my Lord, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>O foolish heart, be still! <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>O for a closer walk with man, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>O for a faith that will not shrink, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>O for a man to rise in me, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>O for the peace of a perfect trust, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>O Friend of souls! how blest the time, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>.</p> + +<p>O give me the joy of living, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>O God! I thank thee for each sight, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>.</p> + +<p>O God of truth, for whom alone, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>O God of truth, whose living word, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.</p> + +<p>O God, take the reins of my life, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>O God! whose thoughts are brightest light, <a href="#Page_69">69</a>.</p> + +<p>O humble me! I cannot hide the joy, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>O how the thought of God attracts, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>O it is hard to work for God, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>.</p> + +<p>O, I could go through all life's troubles, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>.</p> + +<p>O I would live longer, I gladly would stay, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>O Jesus Christ, grow thou in me, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>.</p> + +<p>O Jesus! Friend unfailing, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>O Jesus, I have promised, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>O Jesus! Jesus! dearest Lord, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">{304}</a></span>O Lord! at Joseph's humble, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>O Lord, how happy should we be, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>.</p> + +<p>"O Lord, my God," I oft have said, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</p> + +<p>O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>O Love divine, that stooped to share, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>O Love is weak, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>O Love that wilt not let me go, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>O make me patient, Lord, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>O Master, let me walk, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>O matchless honor, all unsought, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>O may I join the choir invisible, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.</p> + +<p>O Name all other names above, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>O, never from thy tempted heart, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>O sad estate Of human wretchedness, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>O square thyself for use, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>O star of truth down shining, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>O that mine eyes might closed be, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>O the bitter shame and sorrow, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>O Thou by long experience tried, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>.</p> + +<p>O thou so weary of thy self-denials, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>O thou unpolished shaft, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>.</p> + +<p>O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>O thou who sighest for a broader field, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>O Thou, whose bounty fills, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>O tired worker, faltering on, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>O to serve God for a day, <a href="#Page_252">252</a>.</p> + +<p>O trifling task so often done, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>O wad some power the giftie gie us, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>O, well for him whose will is strong, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>O who like thee, so calm, so bright, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>O why and whither? <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>O words of golden music, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>.</p> + +<p>O work thy works in God, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>O, yet we trust that somehow good, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Oh, be in God's clear world, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Of all the myriad moods, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>Oft when of God we ask, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>Oft, when the Word is on me, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>Often ornateness goes with greatness, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>On God for all events depend, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>On parent knees, a naked new-born child, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>On the red ramparts, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>On thee my heart is resting, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.</p> + +<p>On two days it steads not, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Once, in the flight of ages past, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>.</p> + +<p>Once to every man and nation, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>.</p> + +<p>One by one thy duties wait thee, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>One deed may mar a life, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>One part, one little part, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>One prayer I have—all prayers in one, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>One stitch dropped as we weave, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>One thing alone, dear Lord, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>One thought I have—my ample creed, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>.</p> + +<p>One wept all night beside a sick man's bed, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Only a seed—but it chanced, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Only a smile. Yes, only a smile, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>Only for Jesus! Lord, keep it ever, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.</p> + +<p>Only those are crowned and sainted, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>.</p> + +<p>Only to-day is mine, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>Open the door of your hearts, my lads, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>Open the shutters free and wide, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>.</p> + +<p>Others shall sing the song, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>Our doubts are traitors, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>Our Father, through the coming year, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>Our yet unfinished story, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>.</p> + +<p>Out from thyself, thyself depart, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Out of the hardness of heart and will, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>Out of the night that covers me, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Outwearied with the littleness and spite, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + + +<p>Pain's furnace heat within me quivers, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Patient, resigned and humble wills, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Paul and Silas in their prison, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Peace, perfect peace in this dark world of sin, <a href="#Page_89">89</a>.</p> + +<p>Peace upon peace, like wave upon wave, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.</p> + +<p>Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Persuasion, friend, comes not by toil, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Pitch thy behaviour low, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>.</p> + +<p>Pleased in the sunshine, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>Pleasures are like poppies spread, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Pluck wins! It always wins, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p> + +<p>Pour forth the oil, pour boldly forth, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow," <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>Praise not thy work, but let thy work praise thee, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer is Innocence's friend, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>.</p> + +<p>Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>Prune thou thy words, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>.</p> + +<p>Purer yet and purer, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>.</p> + +<p>Put pain from out the world, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + + +<p>Quiet from God! How beautiful, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>.</p> + +<p>Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + + +<p>Rabbi Jehosha had the skill, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>Rabia, sick upon her bed, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Riches I hold in light esteem, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>.</p> + +<p>Ring out the grief that saps the mind, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>Round holy Rabia's suffering, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + + +<p>Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>.</p> + +<p>Saint Dominic, the glory of the schools, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + +<p>Saith the Lord, Vengeance is mine, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>.</p> + +<p>Saviour, who died for me, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Say, is your lamp burning, my brother, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>.</p> + +<p>Say not, the struggle naught availeth, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>.</p> + +<p>Says God: Who comes towards me, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>Search thine own heart, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Secure in his prophetic strength, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Serene I fold my hands and wait, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>Serve God and be cheerful, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>She brought her box of, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>.</p> + +<p>She stood before a chosen few, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>.</p> + +<p>Ships that pass in the night, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Show me thy face, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>.</p> + +<p>Shut your mouth, and open your eyes, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Since all the riches of this world, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Since first thy word awaked my heart, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Since thy Father's arm sustains thee, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>.</p> + +<p>Sit still, my child, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Slightest actions often meet, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>.</p> + +<p>Slowly fashioned, link by link, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Small service is true service while it lasts, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>So he died for his faith, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>So live that when the mighty caravan, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>So live that, when thy summons comes, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>So long as life's hope-sparkle glows, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>So much to do; so little done, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>So nigh is grandeur to our dust, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>So, when a great man dies, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">{305}</a></span>Some evil upon Rabia fell, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>.</p> + +<p>Some murmur, when their sky is clear, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>Some of your hurts you have cured, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>.</p> + +<p>Some souls there are beloved of God, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Somebody did a golden deed, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Sometimes a light surprises, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</p> + +<p>Somewhere I have read of an aged monk, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>.</p> + +<p>Sound an anthem in your sorrows, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>Source of my life's refreshing springs, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>Sow thou sorrow and thou shalt reap it, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Sow thou thy seed, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>Speak thou the truth. Let others fence, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Speak to him, thou, for he hears, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Stainless soldier on the walls, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>Stand upright, speak thy thought, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>Stern daughter of the voice of God, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>.</p> + +<p>Still hope! still act! <a href="#Page_158">158</a>.</p> + +<p>Still raise for good the supplicating voice, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>Still shines the light of holy lives, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>Still, still with thee, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>Still will we trust, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Stone walls do not a prison make, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>.</p> + +<p>Strength for to-day is all that we need, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Strong are the walls around me, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>Sunset and evening star, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>.</p> + +<p>Surrounded by unnumbered foes, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>.</p> + +<p>Sweet is the pleasure, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>Sweet is the solace of thy love, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>.</p> + +<p>Sweet-voiced Hope, thy fine discourse, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + + +<p>Take the joys and bear the, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Take thine own way with me, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>Take time to be holy, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>Take my life and let it be, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>.</p> + +<p>Talk Faith. The world is better off, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>Talk happiness each chance you get, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>Talk happiness. The world is sad enough, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>Talk not of wasted affection, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach me, dear Lord, what thou wouldst have me know, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach me, my God and King, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach me the truth, Lord, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach me to answer still, <a href="#Page_208">208</a>.</p> + +<p>Teach me to live! 'Tis easier far, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>.</p> + +<p>Tell me about the Master, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>Tender-handed stroke a nettle, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>That best portion of a good man's life, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>That life is long which answers life's great end, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>That love for one from which there doth not spring, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>That man is great, and he alone, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>.</p> + +<p>That man may last, but never lives, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>That plenty but reproaches me, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>That thou mayst injure no man, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>That which he knew he uttered, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>The aim, if reached or not, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>The best men doing their best, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>The best will is our Father's will, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>.</p> + +<p>The bird let loose in Eastern skies, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>The body sins not, 'tis the will, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>The brave man is not he who feels no fear, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>The camel at the close of day, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</p> + +<p>The chamber where the good man meets his fate, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>The child leans on its parent's breast, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>The childish smile is fair, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>.</p> + +<p>The chivalry that dares the right, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>The clouds which rise with thunder, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>The cross on Golgotha can never save, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>The cry of man's anguish went up, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>The day is long and the day is hard, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>.</p> + +<p>The dearest thing on earth to me, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>The deed ye do is the prayer ye pray, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>The deeds which selfish hearts approve, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>.</p> + +<p>The end's so near, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>.</p> + +<p>The eye with seeing is not filled, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>The fountain of joy is fed by tears, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>The glory is not in the task, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>The good are better made by ill, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>The grave itself is but a covered bridge, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>The hero is not fed on sweets, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>The Holy Supper is kept indeed, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>The homely words—how often read, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>.</p> + +<p>The hours are viewless angels, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>The hours of rest are over, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>.</p> + +<p>The inner side of every cloud, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>The kindly word unspoken, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>The King of love my Shepherd is, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>.</p> + +<p>The king's proud favorite, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>The knightly legend on thy shield, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>The light of love is round his feet, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>The lily's lips are pure and white, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>The little sharp vexations, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>The longer on this earth we live, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>The look of sympathy, the gentle word, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>The Lord our God is clothed, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>The man is happy, Lord, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>The man is thought a knave or fool, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>.</p> + +<p>The man who idly sits and thinks, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>The Man who Loved the Names of Things, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>The man whom God delights to bless, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>The Master came one evening to the gate, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>The mean of soul are sure, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>The miller feeds the mill, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>The mist denies the mountains, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>The Moving Finger writes, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>The night is mother of the day, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>The path of sorrow, and that path alone, <a href="#Page_159">159</a>.</p> + +<p>The poem hangs on the berry bush, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>The poem of the universe, <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p> + +<p>The rich man's son inherits lands, <a href="#Page_107">107</a>.</p> + +<p>The sands of time are sinking, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>.</p> + +<p>The ship may sink, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>The simple, silent, selfless man, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>The smallest bark on life's, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + +<p>The Son of God goes forth to war, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>.</p> + +<p>The soul contains a window, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>The star of the unconquered will, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>.</p> + +<p>The stars shall fade away, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>.</p> + +<p>The stars shine over the earth, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>The stormy blast is strong, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>The sun gives ever; so the earth, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>.</p> + +<p>The thought of God, the thought of thee, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>.</p> + +<p>The time for toil is past, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>.</p> + +<p>The time is short, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">{306}</a></span>The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>.</p> + +<p>The twilight falls, the night is near, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>.</p> + +<p>The unpolished pearl can never shine, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>.</p> + +<p>The way to make thy son rich, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>The wind that flows can, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>.</p> + +<p>The winds that once the Argo bore, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>.</p> + +<p>The wisest man could ask no more, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>The woman singeth at her spinning wheel, <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>The word is great, and no deed is greater, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>The world is full of beauty, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>.</p> + +<p>The world is growing better, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>The world is wide in time and tide, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>The world wants men, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Thee will I love, my strength, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>Then draw we nearer day by day, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Then, fainting soul, arise and sing, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Then gently scan your brother man, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Then let us smile when skies are gray, <a href="#Page_141">141</a>.</p> + +<p>Then O my soul, be ne'er afraid, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>There are deep things of God, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>There are hearts which never falter, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</p> + +<p>There are hermit souls that live, withdrawn, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>.</p> + +<p>There are in this loud, stunning tide, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, <a href="#Page_257">257</a>.</p> + +<p>There are so many helpful things to do, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>.</p> + +<p>There are three lessons, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>There are two words of light divine, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>.</p> + +<p>There is a jewel which no Indian mine, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>There is a morning star, my soul, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>There is a safe and secret place, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>.</p> + +<p>There is a tide in the affairs of men, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>There is an ancient story told, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>There is an eye that never sleeps, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>There is never a day so dreary, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no death! the stars go down, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no duty patent, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no faith in seeing, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no flock, however watched and tended, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no great nor small, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no human being, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no love like the love of Jesus, <a href="#Page_235">235</a>.</p> + +<p>There is no sense, as I can see, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>There <i>is</i> no vacant chair, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>There is peace in power; the men who speak, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>There lives and works a soul in all, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>.</p> + +<p>There once was a man who bore a grudge, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>.</p> + +<p>There was of old a Moslem saint, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>There was once a man who smiled, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>.</p> + +<p>There was a man who prayed, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>There's a divinity that shapes our ends, <a href="#Page_206">206</a>.</p> + +<p>There's a wideness in God's mercy, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>.</p> + +<p>There's many a trouble, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>There's never a day so sunny, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>There's never a rose in all the world, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>.</p> + +<p>There's not a craving in the mind, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>They are slaves who fear to speak, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>They do me wrong who say I come no more, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>They have no place in storied page, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>.</p> + +<p>They never fail who die in a great cause, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>They outtalked thee, hissed thee, tore thee, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</p> + +<p>They're richer who diminish their desires, <a href="#Page_112">112</a>.</p> + +<p>They seemed to die on battle-field, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.</p> + +<p>They stand, the regal mountains, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>Think, and be careful, what thou art within, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>Think gently of the erring, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>Think not alone to do right, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>.</p> + +<p>This above all: to thine own self be true, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>This be my prayer, from, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>.</p> + +<p>This body is my house—it is not I, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>This for the day of life, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>This I beheld, or dreamed it, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>This is my creed, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>This is the gospel of labor, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>.</p> + +<p>This is the highest learning, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p> + +<p>This is the ship of pearl, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>.</p> + +<p>This one sits shivering in Fortune's smile, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>This world's no blot for us, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou broadenest out with every year, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou cam'st not to thy place, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou grace divine, encircling all, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou knowest, Lord, the, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou must be true thyself, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou shalt not rob me, thievish time, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou sweet, beloved will of God, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou sweet hand of God, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou that in life's crowded city, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p> + +<p>Thou who art touched with, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>Though life is made up of, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>Though love repine, and reason chafe, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>Though the mills of God grind slowly, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>.</p> + +<p>Though thy name be spread abroad, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Though time may dig the grave of creeds, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>.</p> + +<p>Though troubles assail and dangers affright, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Though trouble-tossed and torture-torn, <a href="#Page_153">153</a>.</p> + +<p>Though world on world in myriad myriads roll, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>Thought is deeper than all, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Three centuries before the Christian age, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Three doors there are in, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>.</p> + +<p>Three men went out one summer night, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>.</p> + +<p>Through love to light, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Through night to light, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>.</p> + +<p>Through thee, meseems, the very rose, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>Through wish, resolve, and act, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>Thunder, lightning, fire, and rain, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>Thus far the Lord hath led us, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy home is with the humble, Lord, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy name to me, thy nature grant, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy nature be my law, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy presence, Lord, the place doth fill, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, <a href="#Page_268">268</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy voice is heard through rolling drum, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy way, not mine, O Lord, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>.</p> + +<p>Thy will, O God, is joy to me, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>.</p> + +<p>Time is indeed a precious boon, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>.</p> + +<p>Time to me this truth hath taught, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.</p> + +<p>Time was I shrank from what was right, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis a lifelong toil till our lump be leaven, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis Being, and Doing, and Having, <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis finally, the man who, lifted high, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis he whose every thought, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis impious in a good man to be sad, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">{307}</a></span>'Tis not alone in the sunshine, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis not the grapes of Canaan that repay, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis not the wealth that makes a king, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis not what man does, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>'Tis the Almighty's gracious plan, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>.</p> + +<p>To a darning-needle once, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>To be sincere. To look, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>To be the thing we seem, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>To change and change is life, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>.</p> + +<p>To do or not to do; to have, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>.</p> + +<p>To do the tasks of life, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>To halls of heavenly truth, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>To heaven approached a Sufi saint, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>.</p> + +<p>To keep my health, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>To live by law, acting the law, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>To live, to live, is life's great joy, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>To long with all our longing powers, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</p> + +<p>To love some one more dearly, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.</p> + +<p>To make rough places plain, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>.</p> + +<p>To me 'tis equal whether love ordain, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>.</p> + +<p>To play through life a perfect part, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</p> + +<p>To stretch my hand and touch him, <a href="#Page_128">128</a>.</p> + +<p>To thee, O dear, dear Saviour, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>.</p> + +<p>To those who prattle of despair, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>To try each day his will to know, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>.</p> + +<p>Tost on a sea of troubles, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>.</p> + +<p>True happiness (if understood), <a href="#Page_148">148</a>.</p> + +<p>True love shall trust, but selfish love must die, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</p> + +<p>True wisdom is in leaning, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>True worth is in being, not seeming, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</p> + +<p>"Trust is truer than our fears," <a href="#Page_192">192</a>.</p> + +<p>Trust to the Lord to hide thee, <a href="#Page_263">263</a>.</p> + +<p>Truth will prevail, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>.</p> + +<p>Truths that wake to perish never, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>.</p> + +<p>Truths would you teach, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>.</p> + +<p>'Twas August, and the fierce sun, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>.</p> + +<p>'Twas in the night the manna fell, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>'Twere sweet indeed to close our eyes, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Two gifts God giveth, and he saith, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>.</p> + +<p>Two men toiled side by side, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Two went to pray? O, rather, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>.</p> + +<p>Two worlds are ours; 'tis only, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + + +<p>Unanswered yet the prayer your lips have pleaded, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p> + +<p>Unblemished let me live, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Unheard, because our ears are dull, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Unless above himself he can, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>.</p> + +<p>Up and away, like the dew of the morning, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>.</p> + + +<p>Veiled the future comes, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>.</p> + +<p>Vice is a monster of so hateful mien, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</p> + +<p>Vulgar souls surpass a rare one, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + + +<p>Walking along the shore one morn, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>.</p> + +<p>Walking with Peter, Christ, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>.</p> + +<p>We all acknowledge both thy power and love, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.</p> + +<p>We are building every day, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>.</p> + +<p>We are living, we are dwelling, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>We are not angels, but we may, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>We bless thee for thy peace, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>We cannot kindle when we will, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>.</p> + +<p>We cannot make bargains for blisses, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.</p> + +<p>We live in deeds, not years, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>We look along the shining ways, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>We look too far for blessings, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>.</p> + +<p>We may question with wand of science, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>.</p> + +<p>We must live through the weary winter, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>We say, and we say, and we say, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>We scatter seeds with careless hand, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>.</p> + +<p>We see not, know not; all our way, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>We shape ourselves the joy or fear, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>We take our share of fretting, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>.</p> + +<p>We thank thee, gracious Father, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>We who have lost the battle, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>.</p> + +<p>We will speak on, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>.</p> + +<p>We would fill the hours with the sweetest things, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>.</p> + +<p>We would see Jesus! we have longed to see him, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>We would see Jesus when our hopes are brightest, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>.</p> + +<p>Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>Welcome the shadows; where they blackest are, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>Well to suffer is divine, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>.</p> + +<p>What can it mean? Is it aught to him, <a href="#Page_207">207</a>.</p> + +<p>What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>.</p> + +<p>What I am, what I am not, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>.</p> + +<p>What if some morning, when the stars are paling, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>What imports Fasting or feasting, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>.</p> + +<p>What is life? 'Tis not to, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>.</p> + +<p>What is the use of worrying, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>What is the world? A wandering maze, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>What makes a hero? not success, not fame, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>.</p> + +<p>What matter will it be, O mortal man, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>.</p> + +<p>What might be done if men were wise, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>.</p> + +<p>What most you wish and long for, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>What pleaseth God with joy receive, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>.</p> + +<p>What secret trouble stirs, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.</p> + +<p>What shall I do lest life in silence pass, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>.</p> + +<p>What shall I pack up to carry, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>What shall I sing for thee, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>.</p> + +<p>What shall thine "afterward" be, <a href="#Page_152">152</a>.</p> + +<p>What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>What though the dark close round, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>.</p> + +<p>What various hindrances we meet, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>What weight of woe we owe to thee, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.</p> + +<p>What will it matter in a little while, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>Whate'er God wills, let, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>.</p> + +<p>Whate'er my God ordains is right, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>.</p> + +<p>Whatever dies, or is forgot, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>.</p> + +<p>Whatever road I take, it joins the street, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Whatever you are—be that, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>.</p> + +<p>When courage fails and, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>When courting slumber, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>.</p> + +<p>When falls the hour of evil chance, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>.</p> + +<p>When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>.</p> + +<p>When He who, sad and weary, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>.</p> + +<p>When I have time so many things I'll do, <a href="#Page_257">257</a>.</p> + +<p>When in the storm it seems to thee, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>When is the time for prayer, <a href="#Page_126">126</a>.</p> + +<p>When it drizzles and drizzles, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">{308}</a></span>When on my day of life the night is falling, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>.</p> + +<p>When on the fragrant sandal tree, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>.</p> + +<p>When prayer delights thee least <a href="#Page_127">127</a>.</p> + +<p>When, spurred by tasks unceasing or undone, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>.</p> + +<p>When success exalts thy lot, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>.</p> + +<p>When the storm of the mountains, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>.</p> + +<p>When the sun of joy is hidden, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>.</p> + +<p>When thou art fain to trace, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>.</p> + +<p>When thou hast thanked thy God, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p> + +<p>When thou turnest away from all, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>.</p> + +<p>When thou wakest in the morning, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>.</p> + +<p>When thy heart with joy o'erflowing, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>.</p> + +<p>When wilt thou save the people, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>.</p> + +<p>When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</p> + +<p>Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>.</p> + +<p>Where cross the crowded ways of life, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Where'er I look one Face alone I see, <a href="#Page_232">232</a>.</p> + +<p>Whether we climb, whether we plod, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Whichever way the wind doth blow, <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.</p> + +<p>While I sought happiness she fled, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.</p> + +<p>While thus to love he gave his days, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>.</p> + +<p>Who bides his time, and day by day, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>.</p> + +<p>Who counts himself as nobly born, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>.</p> + +<p>Who does the best his circumstance allows, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>.</p> + +<p>Who drives the horses of the sun, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</p> + +<p>Who gives, and hides the giving hand, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>.</p> + +<p>Who heeds not experience, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Who is as the Christian great, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>.</p> + +<p>Who learns and learns, and acts not, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>.</p> + +<p>Who liveth best? Not he whose sail, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</p> + +<p>Who loves, no law can ever bind, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>.</p> + +<p>Who ne'er has suffered, he has lived but half, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>Who never doubted never half believed, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>.</p> + +<p>Who seeks for heaven alone, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>.</p> + +<p>Whoever plants a leaf beneath the sod, <a href="#Page_193">193</a>.</p> + +<p>Why comes temptation but for men to meet, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>.</p> + +<p>Why fret thee, soul, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</p> + +<p>Why not leave them all with Jesus, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>.</p> + +<p>Why wakes not life the desert bare and lone, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>.</p> + +<p>Why win we not at once what we in prayer require, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>.</p> + +<p>With comrade Duty, in the dark, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>.</p> + +<p>With fame in just proportion envy grows, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>.</p> + +<p>With patient course thy path of duty run, <a href="#Page_198">198</a>.</p> + +<p>With silence only as their benediction, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>.</p> + +<p>With strength of righteous purpose, <a href="#Page_196">196</a>.</p> + +<p>Without haste and without rest, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>.</p> + +<p>Work for some good, be it ever so slowly, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + +<p>Worry and Fret were two little men, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>.</p> + +<p>Wouldst thou go forth to bless, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>.</p> + + +<p>Yes, Lord, one great eternal yes, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>.</p> + +<p>Yes, Lord. Yet some must, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>.</p> + +<p>Yes, we do differ when we most agree, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>.</p> + +<p>Yet I argue not Against thy hand, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>.</p> + +<p>Yet, in the maddening maze of things, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>.</p> + +<p>Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>.</p> + +<p>Yet sometimes glimmers on my sight, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</p> + +<p>Ye who would have your features florid, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>.</p> + +<p>You can never tell when you do an act, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>.</p> + +<p>You say, "Where goest thou?" <a href="#Page_267">267</a>.</p> + +<p>You will find that luck, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>.</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES_IN_APPENDIX" id="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES_IN_APPENDIX"></a>INDEX TO FIRST LINES IN APPENDIX</h2> + +<div class="blockind"> +<p>A fire-mist and a planet, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>.</p> + +<p>A good man never dies, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>.</p> + +<p>A rose to the living is more, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Anew we pledge ourselves to Thee, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + + +<p>Be strong! We are not here to play, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>.</p> + +<p>But let my due feet never fail, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>Canst thou see no beauty nigh? <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Count that day really worse than lost, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + + +<p>Do you go to my school? <a href="#Page_283">283</a>.</p> + + +<p>Father of mercies, thy children, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + +<p>Feel glum? Keep mum, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>For radiant health I praise not, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>For the right against the wrong, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + + +<p>Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + +<p>Give us men! strong and stalwart, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>How shall we tell an angel, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + + +<p>I lay me down to sleep, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>.</p> + +<p>I lift my head and walk my ways, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>.</p> + +<p>I sent my soul through the Invisible, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>I will not doubt though, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + +<p>If by one word I help another, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>"If I have eaten my morsel alone," <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>If I lay waste and wither up, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>.</p> + +<p>In those clear, piercing, piteous eyes, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>.</p> + +<p>It fortifies my soul to know, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>.</p> + +<p>It was only a glad "Good morning," <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + + +<p>Lord, let me make this rule, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>.</p> + +<p>Love thyself last: cherish those hearts, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>Milton! thou shouldst be living, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>My darling went unto the seaside, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>.</p> + + +<p>Never elated while one man's oppressed, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>.</p> + +<p>No distant Lord have I, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>.</p> + + +<p>O Lord, I pray that for this day, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>.</p> + +<p>O Sentinel at the loose-swung door, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + +<p>O, the little birds sang east, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>O Thou who lovest not alone, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>O, though oft depressed and lonely, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + + +<p>Sweet are the uses of adversity, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>The gifts that to our breasts we fold, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>The wounds I might have healed, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + +<p>There's a craze among us mortals, <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + + +<p>Weary of all this wordy strife, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>.</p> + +<p>What makes a man great? <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>What matter, friend, though you and I, <a href="#Page_280">280</a></p> + +<p>When over the fair fame of friend, <a href="#Page_285">285</a>.</p> + +<p>When the other firms show dizziness, <a href="#Page_284">284</a>.</p> + +<p>Wherever now a sorrow stands, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p>Why be afraid of Death, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>.</p> + +<p>Why do we cling to the skirts of sorrow? <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + + +<p>You think them "out of reach," <a href="#Page_281">281</a>.</p> +</div> + +<hr/> + +<div class="box"> +<h4>BOOKS BY JAMES MUDGE</h4> + +<p class="noind sfont"> +POEMS WITH POWER TO STRENGTHEN THE SOUL</p> +<p class="noind sfont">HEART RELIGION, AS DESCRIBED BY JOHN WESLEY</p> +<p class="noind sfont">RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE: EXEMPLIFIED IN THE LIVES +OF ILLUSTRIOUS CHRISTIANS</p> +<p class="noind sfont">FENELON: THE MYSTIC</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> + +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS WITH POWER TO STRENGTHEN THE SOUL***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 28591-h.txt or 28591-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/8/5/9/28591">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/5/9/28591</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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