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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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems + With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith + +Author: Rebekah Smith + +Release Date: December 25, 2010 [EBook #34752] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by Heather Clark, Stephen Hutcheson, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="cover" class="box"> +<h1>POEMS: +<br /><span class="smallest">WITH</span> +<br /><span class="smaller">A SKETCH</span> +<br /><span class="smallest">OF THE</span> +<br /><span class="sc">Life and Experience</span> +<br /><span class="smallest">OF</span> +<br /><span class="small">ANNIE R. SMITH.</span></h1> +<p class="center"><span class="small">BY</span> +<br />MRS. REBEKAH SMITH.</p> +<p class="center">MANCHESTER, N. H. +<br /><span class="small">JOHN B. CLARKE, PRINTER.</span> +<br />1871.</p> +</div> +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> +<p>A small volume of poems entitled, “Home Here +and Home in Heaven,” by Annie R. Smith, appeared +shortly after her death, in 1855. Her numerous +friends wishing some account of her life and last +sickness, have from time to time desired me to prepare +such a sketch for publication. I have also been +requested to publish in connection therewith, a collection +of my own poetical efforts. This is the immediate +occasion of the appearance of the present +volume, the publication of which, circumstances have +conspired to delay till the present time. It lays no +claim to literary merit, but professes to be only a +description in rhyme of some of the ordinary experiences +of life, and the common feelings of the heart. +I have appended some additional pieces written by +Annie R. Smith, and some by Uriah Smith, which I +have desired to see published in this form. It is commended +<span class="pb" id="Page_004">[004]</span> +to the charitable consideration of friends, +with the hope that its appearance may prove a gratification +and a benefit to some.</p> +<p class="jr1"><span class="sc">Mrs. Rebekah Smith.</span></p> +<p class="ind1">West Wilton, N. H.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_005">[005]</div> +<h2>POEMS.</h2> +<h3 id="c1">Life’s Conflict.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the deep recess of the inmost heart,</p> +<p class="t">Where Satan tempts and angels come to shield,</p> +<p class="t0">Are foes by which we would be overcome,</p> +<p class="t">Were Christ not with us on the battle-field.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The tempter, seeking whom he may devour,</p> +<p class="t">Would sift as wheat, and finally prevail;</p> +<p class="t0">But Jesus intercedes and prays for us,</p> +<p class="t">That faith in these dread conflicts may not fail.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">These calls unheeded, who the end can know?</p> +<p class="t">The Spirit grieved and angels forced to leave,</p> +<p class="t0">The victims, though unconscious, hastening where</p> +<p class="t">No pardoning love is found, and no reprieve.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If yet there’s hope, one mighty effort make</p> +<p class="t">To conquer, and the enemy defeat;</p> +<p class="t0">Watch unto prayer, in Jesus Christ abide,</p> +<p class="t">And hasten to be made in him complete.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No true enjoyment here aside from this.</p> +<p class="t">No other name on earth e’er to be given,</p> +<p class="t0">Through him we must be cleansed and purified,</p> +<p class="t">Or closed to us will be the gates of Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_006">[006]</div> +<h3 id="c2">Christian Love.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Jesus sees, he feels, he pities; he for us keen anguish knew,</p> +<p class="t0">He was numbered with transgressors; harmless, but his friends were few.</p> +<p class="t0">Those immersed in love’s deep ocean, nothing will or can offend;</p> +<p class="t0">They will bow in sweet submission, knowing Heaven will them defend.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let us then our suffering brother seek where’er his lot is cast;</p> +<p class="t0">Priests and Levites having seen him, on the other side have passed;</p> +<p class="t0">But of God he’s not forsaken; He has known each bitter pang;</p> +<p class="t0">He has seen his tears and sorrows, and has known from whence they sprang.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Jesus sees when best to succor, every wrong will bring to light;</p> +<p class="t0">He will have obedient children who in doing good delight,</p> +<p class="t0">Who will move in love and pity, bleeding wounds to soothe and bind,</p> +<p class="t0">Good Samaritans, who ever seek some path of love to find.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Courage new is then imparted, chilling words no more oppress;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! for more true kindred spirits, who would make our sufferings less.</p> +<p class="t0">Lord forgive thine erring people; form them for thyself alone;</p> +<p class="t0">Then they’ll bear each other’s burdens, calling nought they have their own.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_007">[007]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then each suffering child of sorrow would be watched with tender care,</p> +<p class="t0">Love and pity for the erring would be felt and witnessed there.</p> +<p class="t0">Strife and jealousy would vanish; love be felt that works no ill;</p> +<p class="t0">Peace, sweet peace, and joy and gladness, would each home and bosom fill.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c3">Love Not the World.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Love not the world, trust not its joys; uncertain is their stay;</p> +<p class="t0">Its treasures I’ve so highly prized, on wings have flown away.</p> +<p class="t0">Its riches I would not recall, their loss would not deplore;</p> +<p class="t0">Content I’ll be if but my Lord salvation’s joys restore.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nature inclines us all to seek, a rich and grand career;</p> +<p class="t0">Undue attachment will but make our losses more severe.</p> +<p class="t0">Hardly we know how much we love our friends and things below,</p> +<p class="t0">Till called to see them one by one from our possession go.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How often then the stricken heart deplores no comfort left,</p> +<p class="t0">Forgetting we have blessings still, of which we’re not bereft.</p> +<p class="t0">Let houses, lands and splendor go, surroundings all upset,</p> +<p class="t0">If home is where we’ve friends to love, and friends to love us yet.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_008">[008]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With such a home, no matter where, how unadorned the place,</p> +<p class="t0">If but my Lord’s, he’ll visit there, and with his presence grace.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus consecrated to the Lord, his glory will be there.</p> +<p class="t0">How blest the place where oft is heard the voice of praise and prayer.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be I but meet for such a place, where angels camp around,</p> +<p class="t0">Where truth and duty are proclaimed, and works of love abound.</p> +<p class="t0">The poor and friendless there resort and find their wants supplied,</p> +<p class="t0">No lack whose trust is in the Lord; for such he will provide.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There all of every name and race, in need of friendly aid,</p> +<p class="t0">Find equal welcome to the board where no distinction’s made.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus treasures are laid up above, where endless life is given;</p> +<p class="t0">They who are rich in works of love, may hope for rest in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c4">Preparation for Heaven.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our every sin must be confessed,</p> +<p class="t0">All guile be taken from the breast;</p> +<p class="t0">A holy life must we maintain,</p> +<p class="t0">If with the Saviour we would reign.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be trimmed our lamps, our light appear,</p> +<p class="t0">Proclaim we Jesus draweth near;</p> +<p class="t0">That mercy’s closing hour is nigh,</p> +<p class="t0">Will be the angel’s last loud cry.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_009">[009]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now are we drawing near the port,</p> +<p class="t0">Decisions soon all made in court,</p> +<p class="t0">The scene will close, the Lord will come,—</p> +<p class="t0">And who with him will have a home?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To self we must be crucified,</p> +<p class="t0">Be purified, made white and tried,</p> +<p class="t0">Without one spot, and guileless be,</p> +<p class="t0">To stand before his Majesty.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! be our sleeping powers awake;</p> +<p class="t0">Eternal bliss is now at stake;</p> +<p class="t0">One wrong unrighted, spot or stain,</p> +<p class="t0">Will bind in sin’s destructive chain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Haste then, from every error flee;</p> +<p class="t0">Strive till you gain the victory.</p> +<p class="t0">Triumph in Jesus’ name alone,</p> +<p class="t0">And sit with him upon his throne.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This right with his own blood he bought;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! bliss beyond all human thought,</p> +<p class="t0">Where ransomed throngs the Lord adore,</p> +<p class="t0">And sing free grace forevermore.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c5">Submission.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Saviour knows our every grief;</p> +<p class="t0">He knows the time to give relief:</p> +<p class="t0">When we are purified and tried,</p> +<p class="t0">And our whole wills are sanctified.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How to destroy our dross and tin,</p> +<p class="t0">And cleanse us from each stain of sin,</p> +<p class="t0">What to inflict, the Lord knows best;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis only ours to stand the test.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_010">[010]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though we suffer grief and pain,</p> +<p class="t0">And earth’s fair prospects strew the plain,</p> +<p class="t0">Let us submit, whate’er befall,</p> +<p class="t0">And make our God our all in all.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though we’re wrongfully accused,</p> +<p class="t0">Oft times e’en slanderously abused?</p> +<p class="t0">Say not these ills we cannot bear,</p> +<p class="t0">But in our Saviour’s suffering share.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What he endured no tongue can tell,</p> +<p class="t0">When on Him our transgressions fell;</p> +<p class="t0">Meekly he bore them on the tree,</p> +<p class="t0">And paid the debt for you and me.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He purchased holiness and Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">Or we could ne’er have been forgiven.</p> +<p class="t0">The Saviour’s blood redemption cost,</p> +<p class="t0">Without which all our race was lost.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shall we then sink beneath the rod,</p> +<p class="t0">Inflicted by a holy God</p> +<p class="t0">To purify and make us white,</p> +<p class="t0">That he may be our sole delight?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No; though it sharply smites, resign,</p> +<p class="t0">And pray for grace and love divine;</p> +<p class="t0">For all this, Heaven will make amends,</p> +<p class="t0">And ofttimes quick deliverance sends.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Lord in him would have us free;</p> +<p class="t0">Through Him we gain the victory,</p> +<p class="t0">All he will be to us we need,</p> +<p class="t0">That we a holy life may lead.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be holy. Oh! how blest to know,</p> +<p class="t0">Our Father helps to make us so;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis but for us to yield our will,</p> +<p class="t0">His word and promise he’ll fulfill.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_011">[011]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No guilt or fear, no will, no choice;</p> +<p class="t0">In God alone we now rejoice,</p> +<p class="t0">And bless the hand that gave the blow,</p> +<p class="t0">And laid our earthly comforts low.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c6">It Was True.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I loved th’ enchanting viol’s sound,</p> +<p class="t">I loved the sprightly dance,</p> +<p class="t0">And all the dear, delightful scenes</p> +<p class="t">Of nature’s wild romance.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I know the fascinating charms,</p> +<p class="t">In all their depth and hight,</p> +<p class="t0">Presumed on days and months and years</p> +<p class="t">Of exquisite delight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though seventy-six, I feel I still</p> +<p class="t">These halls of mirth could grace;</p> +<p class="t0">I left them when in youth<sup><a id="fr_1" href="#fn_1">[1]</a></sup> and sought</p> +<p class="t">In Christ a hiding place.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But oh! the bitter cup I drank</p> +<p class="t">That tamed my wild career;</p> +<p class="t0">Death struck my parents from my side</p> +<p class="t">And drowned my joy in tears.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My dear loved home of childhood’s years,</p> +<p class="t">Where all was life and glee,</p> +<p class="t0">Became a house of mourning, and</p> +<p class="t">Ere long no home for me.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’ve since formed nearer, dearer ties,</p> +<p class="t">And they too, have been riven.</p> +<p class="t0">By these repeated strokes I’ve learned</p> +<p class="t">There’s nothing true but Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_012">[012]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My treasure’s there, my heart is there,</p> +<p class="t">The prize I mean to win;</p> +<p class="t0">But know the victory must be gained</p> +<p class="t">O’er every darling sin.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And may refiner’s fire go through</p> +<p class="t">Till I am purified;</p> +<p class="t0">Till patience is perfected here,</p> +<p class="t">And all my graces tried.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’d bear the fiery trial now,</p> +<p class="t">Till holy made and pure,</p> +<p class="t0">That I Christ’s image may reflect,</p> +<p class="t">And be in him secure.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A home in Heaven will then be mine,</p> +<p class="t">A house not made with hands;</p> +<p class="t0">Where Jesus will his saints receive,</p> +<p class="t">Who walk in his commands.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be it mine to walk the narrow way,</p> +<p class="t">Which my Redeemer trod,</p> +<p class="t0">And in the City have a place</p> +<p class="t">Close by the throne of God.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There friends will meet to part no more,</p> +<p class="t">Whose sins are here forgiven.</p> +<p class="t0">I would not rest until I know,</p> +<p class="t">I have a home in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_1" href="#fr_1">[1]</a></sup>At eighteen. +</div> +</div> +<h3 id="c7">No Resting Here.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No resting place! oh! sad, oppressive thought!</p> +<p class="t">The overburdened heart opprest with grief,</p> +<p class="t0">Must bear its weight o’er sad reflection’s tide,</p> +<p class="t">Fearing at last the fate of unbelief.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_013">[013]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is there one here, without one beam of hope?</p> +<p class="t">Oppressed, desponding, bordering on despair?</p> +<p class="t0">Still sinking ’neath gloom’s dark and heavy cloud,</p> +<p class="t">Not thinking e’er one cheering boon to share?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lie still, e’en here, and search the hidden cause;</p> +<p class="t">O’er every sin has victory been won?</p> +<p class="t0">Then trust in God o’er this dark, dreary way,</p> +<p class="t">And say, Dear Lord, thy will, not mine, be done.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The broken heart, the humble, contrite one,</p> +<p class="t">God will relieve from sin’s dark, heavy load;</p> +<p class="t0">He will reveal himself a present help,</p> +<p class="t">And make for us a sure and safe abode.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For such as these a resting place remains,</p> +<p class="t">When earth’s dark scenes and trials all are o’er;</p> +<p class="t0">A home in Heaven where saints and angels are</p> +<p class="t">Chanting glad songs of glory evermore.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c8">Deny Thyself.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The word we preach is nigh thee,</p> +<p class="t">Is in thy mouth and heart,</p> +<p class="t0">To cease from every evil,</p> +<p class="t">From every idol part.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The last decree, how solemn,</p> +<p class="t">Except we conquer now,</p> +<p class="t0">No remedy can reach us,</p> +<p class="t">Nor pay our broken vow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">While faithless, unrepentant,</p> +<p class="t">We cannot be forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">No mercy will be offered,</p> +<p class="t">No home for us in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_014">[014]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As well give up to perish,</p> +<p class="t">If we cannot deny</p> +<p class="t0">Our appetites and passions,</p> +<p class="t">While Heavenly aid is nigh.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Soon there will be no promise</p> +<p class="t">Of pardoning grace, now free.</p> +<p class="t0">Ere Jesus ceases pleading,</p> +<p class="t">We must get victory.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Soon with no mediator</p> +<p class="t">To help our ruined case,</p> +<p class="t0">The filthy must be filthy,</p> +<p class="t">Beyond the reach of grace.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c9">Baptism.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We fail not, when watching, our duty to know,</p> +<p class="t0">While Jesus makes out all our pathway below.</p> +<p class="t0">When he bids be buried with him ’neath the wave,</p> +<p class="t0">Let nought keep us back from the watery grave.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Go forward; these waters are ever the place,</p> +<p class="t0">Where Jesus is found with his presence to grace;</p> +<p class="t0">While angels make each of its subjects their care,</p> +<p class="t0">And the Spirit of God sheds its blessedness there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, blest institution! the Lord owns it still,</p> +<p class="t0">And moves on his people his word to fulfill;</p> +<p class="t0">In newness of life will he help to arise,</p> +<p class="t0">While they humbly press on toward the mark for the prize.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How heavenly the sight of an ordinance like this;</p> +<p class="t0">The pledge, it would seem, of perpetual bliss:</p> +<p class="t0">God honored below, while his people rejoice,</p> +<p class="t0">Making known to the world, they obey him from choice.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_015">[015]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We’ll follow the footsteps of Jesus, our King,</p> +<p class="t0">Till we the glad songs of deliverance sing.</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll exalt him while here, we will love and adore,</p> +<p class="t0">And with the redeemed sound his praise evermore.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c10">Despair of the Lost.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Of our strength we are shorn by indulgence in sin;</p> +<p class="t0">Where Jesus has reigned, now there’s no room within;</p> +<p class="t0">A host of his murderers dwell in the heart;</p> +<p class="t0">Rejected, though grieved, he’s obliged to depart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As he goes who can know he will ever return?</p> +<p class="t0">That the blessing is lost we may soon have to learn,</p> +<p class="t0">With a wail of despair, a lamentable cry,</p> +<p class="t0">We may soon see ourselves forever passed by.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Too late! oh, too late! now my soul must be lost;</p> +<p class="t0">Though redemption was offered at infinite cost;</p> +<p class="t0">Though help has been laid on one mighty to save;</p> +<p class="t0">To self and the world I the preference gave.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Could the hope of salvation be given once more,</p> +<p class="t0">Would we not turn our backs on our Lord, as before?</p> +<p class="t0">Would not the same spirit still bear the same fruit?</p> +<p class="t0">And the Lord still to us our transgressions impute?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! poor fallen man, rushing on to despair,</p> +<p class="t0">With high hopes all anchored in earth’s fatal snare,</p> +<p class="t0">To be swept away soon, with the refuge of lies,</p> +<p class="t0">While the soul in deep anguish the second death dies.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_016">[016]</div> +<h3 id="c11">Depart from Sin.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Could the deluded votaries</p> +<p class="t">Of fashion and of song,</p> +<p class="t0">But see their danger, they would cry,</p> +<p class="t">We’ve ventured here too long.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yes, ventured o’er a precipice,</p> +<p class="t">Held by a brittle thread,</p> +<p class="t0">While “fiery billows roll beneath”</p> +<p class="t">The slippery paths we tread.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We’ve ventured to reject the call,</p> +<p class="t">In love and pity given,</p> +<p class="t0">To flee sin’s awful destiny,</p> +<p class="t">And seek a home in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Could tears prevail, could pity move,</p> +<p class="t">You would not longer stand,</p> +<p class="t0">Exposed by every dashing wave</p> +<p class="t">In yon broad gulf to land.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But tears and pity cannot save,</p> +<p class="t">Nor for one sin atone,</p> +<p class="t0">Redemption’s purchased with the blood</p> +<p class="t">Of Jesus Christ alone.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The debt is paid; salvation’s free,</p> +<p class="t">Though Jesus’ life it cost,</p> +<p class="t0">And all who come to him he’ll save;</p> +<p class="t">Then why should you be lost?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! be entreated to forsake</p> +<p class="t">The road that leads to hell,</p> +<p class="t0">And thus be fitted for the place</p> +<p class="t">Where saints and angels dwell.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_017">[017]</div> +<h3 id="c12">Old, but Young.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Infirmities of age have not</p> +<p class="t">As yet made me their prey;</p> +<p class="t0">In social life I sometimes feel</p> +<p class="t">As one still young and gay.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My spirits buoyant, hopeful, free,</p> +<p class="t">No cloud to intervene,</p> +<p class="t0">Till I’m a wonder to myself,</p> +<p class="t">And ask what this can mean.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is there a dark and heavy cloud,</p> +<p class="t">Now gathering out of sight,</p> +<p class="t0">To come o’er this my cheerful path,</p> +<p class="t">And turn it into night?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Well, be it so; I’ll now enjoy</p> +<p class="t">Life’s blessings while I may,</p> +<p class="t0">And meet its changes as they come,</p> +<p class="t">The footsteps of decay.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">At seventy-six we might expect</p> +<p class="t">Our life-lights to grow dim,</p> +<p class="t0">The slow-paced step and wasted form,</p> +<p class="t">Though once erect and trim.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis nature’s course; time’s withering blight</p> +<p class="t">Will come on all below.</p> +<p class="t0">Be ready then for any change</p> +<p class="t">Time bids us undergo.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then when this earth is made anew</p> +<p class="t">All clothed in living green,</p> +<p class="t0">Where blight, decay, and care-worn brows</p> +<p class="t">Are never to be seen,</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_018">[018]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We all shall bloom immortal, fair,</p> +<p class="t">In Eden beauty dressed,</p> +<p class="t0">To share all Heaven’s eternal joys,</p> +<p class="t">And be forever blessed.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c13">Passing the Gate.</h3> +<p class="subttl">Lines on leaving the house of a dear friend where I had +pleasantly spent several weeks.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Down deep in the heart is a fountain of tears,</p> +<p class="t">Though seldom it flows to the eye;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis not that I have not true interest and love,</p> +<p class="t">That I say not the sad words, Good bye.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The gate must be opened, and opened for me,</p> +<p class="t">For me to go out of the place,</p> +<p class="t0">Where I have enjoyed the best bounties of earth,</p> +<p class="t">Where in love face has answered to face.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As I passed through the gate, language fails to express</p> +<p class="t">My deep-felt emotions of heart;</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas leaving a home where was freedom and rest;</p> +<p class="t">And who else can such favors impart?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not that I was homeless; another dear place</p> +<p class="t">Was all ready and waiting me, where</p> +<p class="t0">Again I should mingle with children and friends;</p> +<p class="t">But oh! there’s life’s burden and care.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis not that I’d shun them, and useless remain,</p> +<p class="t">That I felt thus while passing the gate;</p> +<p class="t0">But feelings which beckon to higher results,</p> +<p class="t">Thoughts I may not attempt to relate.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_019">[019]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When fortune’s wheel turns, will the gate opened be,</p> +<p class="t">Be opened for me to come through?</p> +<p class="t0">Shall I find the same friends and the dear quiet room,</p> +<p class="t">And my former engagements pursue?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To Him who controls all the myriad worlds,</p> +<p class="t">With Him would I leave each event;</p> +<p class="t0">I would move in his order, and walk in his light,</p> +<p class="t">And know that my time is well spent.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then whether I ever that gate pass, or not,</p> +<p class="t">Those loved ones again ever see,</p> +<p class="t0">The gates of the City will open for all</p> +<p class="t">Who its glories and beauties would see.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c14">Trust all to God.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We wait on God, our strength renewed,</p> +<p class="t0">Our love of self and pride subdued,</p> +<p class="t0">We then can cruel slander bear,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor ask why we these sufferings share.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We may exalted be by men,</p> +<p class="t0">Be censured and condemned; what then?</p> +<p class="t0">Our worth is in the Lord alone,</p> +<p class="t0">To whom our thoughts and acts are known.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">That I am God, know and be still,</p> +<p class="t0">Though wrongfully you’re suffering ill.</p> +<p class="t0">How many sins committed where</p> +<p class="t0">No eye has seen, yet still I spare.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be humble, meek, and low of heart,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor from my holy law depart.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus will your strength be oft renewed,</p> +<p class="t0">And you with holy zeal imbued.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_020">[020]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In that dread day you then can stand,</p> +<p class="t0">Where rocks are rent, and solid land</p> +<p class="t0">And mountains shake, and cities fall;</p> +<p class="t0">I’ll be your strength, your God, your all.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From earth’s dread ruins you’ll be caught,</p> +<p class="t0">To God’s celestial city brought,</p> +<p class="t0">Robed in a pure and spotless dress,</p> +<p class="t0">The robe of Christ’s own righteousness.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then every stain will be erased</p> +<p class="t0">From reputations now defaced;</p> +<p class="t0">And where was anguish, grief and tears,</p> +<p class="t0">Now smiles and bliss and joy appears.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To be forever with the Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">To share the infinite reward,</p> +<p class="t0">To sit with him upon his throne,</p> +<p class="t0">To see and know as we are known.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In everlasting songs divine,</p> +<p class="t0">In sweetest union all will join.</p> +<p class="t0">Who can describe the bliss there’ll be,</p> +<p class="t0">When blessed with immortality?</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c15">The Vanity of Earth.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sickness prostrates; helpless sufferer,</p> +<p class="t">Who can stem the sorrowing tide?</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! how vain, when death approacheth,</p> +<p class="t">Earthly pleasures, wealth and pride.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though your name may be illustrious,</p> +<p class="t">Handed down through ages yet,</p> +<p class="t0">Worldly honor and distinction,</p> +<p class="t">We shall all ere long forget.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_021">[021]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Weeping friends may stand around you,</p> +<p class="t">Flattering prospects urge your stay;</p> +<p class="t0">But compelled by the destroyer,</p> +<p class="t">To be launched from earth away.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Past reflections, oh! how painful,</p> +<p class="t">If not answered life’s great end;</p> +<p class="t0">Time all spent in vain delusion,</p> +<p class="t">Now no hope, no God, no friend.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who can paint the bitter anguish,</p> +<p class="t">Felt at such a time as this;</p> +<p class="t0">Soon to leave those cherished idols,</p> +<p class="t">Purchased with unending bliss.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though we gain the world, what profit,</p> +<p class="t">If we lose our souls at last?</p> +<p class="t0">Buy the gold, the shining raiment,</p> +<p class="t">Ere the day of grace is past.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c16">Dying Words.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There was one who to me was most lovely and dear;</p> +<p class="t0">I looked, and that loved one I saw disappear;</p> +<p class="t0">My dear, only daughter, who in life’s early years,</p> +<p class="t0">Has gone to the grave, and has left me in tears.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The words of her parting, were, Jesus is mine;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll save, and I shall in his own likeness shine.</p> +<p class="t0">To God be all glory; Heaven’s opened to me;</p> +<p class="t0">I shall rise with the saints, and immortal shall be.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My brothers, be wise and obey Heaven’s laws;</p> +<p class="t0">Seek the Saviour to please and to honor his cause;</p> +<p class="t0">Rest not till you know all your sins are forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! fail not, my brothers, to meet me in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_022">[022]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My mother, be ready to meet me that day,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor mourn that here with you no longer I stay.</p> +<p class="t0">Prepare for the trouble that soon is to come—</p> +<p class="t0">Who then will enjoy his own loved quiet home?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I die in the Lord, from my labors to rest</p> +<p class="t0">With the dead, of whom it is said, “They are blest.”</p> +<p class="t0">For me bid farewell to the loved and the true,</p> +<p class="t0">May we meet where is heard no mournful adieu.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My mother, I’m dying, but Jesus is here;</p> +<p class="t0">With him I have nothing of evil to fear.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus peaceful she died, but still lingered the trace</p> +<p class="t0">Of the image divine on her cold pallid face.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the lone, quiet tomb where she’s longed to repose,</p> +<p class="t0">She rests from life’s cares, from its “burden of woes,”</p> +<p class="t0">Beside her loved father, to memory dear—</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the graves of these loved, I withhold not the tear.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c17">The Slave of Appetite.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What stings of conscience men will bear,</p> +<p class="t">Their tastes to gratify;</p> +<p class="t0">Resolve and re-resolve, and still</p> +<p class="t">Themselves cannot deny.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They say, “I’d give a thousand worlds</p> +<p class="t">Could I the victory gain.”</p> +<p class="t0">Your cause is just, to conquer here,</p> +<p class="t">And all your rights maintain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“What use,” you ask, “to say I will,</p> +<p class="t">And almost know I shan’t;</p> +<p class="t0">I’ve tried, and tried, and tried again,</p> +<p class="t">To quit, but oh! I can’t.”</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_023">[023]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Well, be it so; your course pursue,</p> +<p class="t">But what will be the end?</p> +<p class="t0">Your conscience soon will be so seared,</p> +<p class="t">You’ll want no other friend.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Chief of the comforts you enjoy,</p> +<p class="t">What comfort now you take.</p> +<p class="t0">When you’re deprived of these, how sad,</p> +<p class="t">Gloomy and desolate.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why thus? Your nerves are all unstrung;</p> +<p class="t">You’re almost ruined now.</p> +<p class="t0">Does patience have her perfect work,</p> +<p class="t">While thus you break each vow?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When worn with toil, how soon you seek</p> +<p class="t">Your coffee, rum, or tea;</p> +<p class="t0">When trouble comes, these are your gods,</p> +<p class="t">To which for help you flee.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Another, all his senses gone,</p> +<p class="t">When giving up his quid,</p> +<p class="t0">In irritation mourns his lot,</p> +<p class="t">From him all good seems hid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The poisonous weed, the deadly drink</p> +<p class="t">Are eagerly pursued;</p> +<p class="t0">So are they loved, men hardly wish</p> +<p class="t">Their appetites subdued.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The exhilarating influence</p> +<p class="t">When loved, who will forego?</p> +<p class="t0">The sad effects of these produce</p> +<p class="t">The sum of human woe.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not we alone the sufferers are;</p> +<p class="t">Our friends must bear a part;</p> +<p class="t0">The animation felt by us</p> +<p class="t">With them is a broken heart.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_024">[024]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">An oft untimely grave the lot,</p> +<p class="t">Of those thus overcome;</p> +<p class="t0">What desolation then is felt,</p> +<p class="t">In their once peaceful home?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ere vigor, health, and life are gone,</p> +<p class="t">Rouse every latent power;</p> +<p class="t0">The victory gained, again you’re blest,</p> +<p class="t">Within your own loved bower.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Heed not the tempter when he comes,</p> +<p class="t">And pleads once more to yield;</p> +<p class="t0">Have you not fully yet resolved,</p> +<p class="t">To shun this battle-field?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why risk the victory you have gained?</p> +<p class="t">Your resolution lost</p> +<p class="t0">This once might prove your ruin here,</p> +<p class="t">And life eternal cost.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Try once again, while there is hope</p> +<p class="t">To conquer and to live;</p> +<p class="t0">God will, if you will let him, help,</p> +<p class="t">And all the past forgive.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’ll help to get the victory;</p> +<p class="t">And victory must be gained,</p> +<p class="t0">Or no resolve to break the hold,</p> +<p class="t">Will ever be maintained.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not victory for a single day,</p> +<p class="t">A week, a month, a year;</p> +<p class="t0">But victory that will stand the test</p> +<p class="t">While we continue here.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A victory that will overcome</p> +<p class="t">Inordinate desire,</p> +<p class="t0">To gratify perverted taste,</p> +<p class="t">By habit made entire.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_025">[025]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The conflict rages fiercely on;</p> +<p class="t">Here victory, then defeat;</p> +<p class="t0">But faint not, you can overcome,</p> +<p class="t">And make your foes retreat.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">An armor for us is prepared,</p> +<p class="t">A helmet, sword and shield,</p> +<p class="t0">And He who mighty is to save,</p> +<p class="t">Is with us on the field.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Experience can alone impart</p> +<p class="t">The joy of sins forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">Freedom in God while here below,</p> +<p class="t">And soon a home in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c18">All Trials Cease.</h3> +<p class="bq">[A young lady passing through great trials, accidentally +met with a piece of poetry, and was greatly comforted and +relieved from her sorrow by the last line, “All trials cease +in Heaven, at home with God.”]</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Are we assured our home’s in Heaven?</p> +<p class="t0">That all our sins are now forgiven?</p> +<p class="t0">Do we with all the heart believe,</p> +<p class="t0">And God’s approving smile receive?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is every weight now laid aside?</p> +<p class="t0">The last besetting sin denied?</p> +<p class="t0">God then to us this knowledge gives:</p> +<p class="t0">“I know that my Redeemer lives.”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This consciousness must purify,</p> +<p class="t0">And bring eternal glories nigh.</p> +<p class="t0">Though here we bear affliction’s rod,</p> +<p class="t0">No tears “in Heaven, at home with God.”</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_026">[026]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No suffering there; “all trials cease,</p> +<p class="t0">In Heaven at home with God,” is peace.</p> +<p class="t0">Yea, more than this, all there unite,</p> +<p class="t0">In sweetest anthems of delight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There will they hallelujahs sing,</p> +<p class="t0">In honor of their Heavenly King;</p> +<p class="t0">Forever there, their voices raise,</p> +<p class="t0">In songs seraphic to his praise.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This glory Jesus’ word reveals;</p> +<p class="t0">Each promise with his blood he seals.</p> +<p class="t0">We’re sure, if here to him we come,</p> +<p class="t0">To be in Heaven with God at home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c19">To Ellena Boutwell.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And is there another dear loved one for me?</p> +<p class="t0">May a strong cord of union now bind me to thee?</p> +<p class="t0">Would you call me your mother? Permit in return,</p> +<p class="t0">That I call thee my child, and your history learn.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Pleased with your demeanor, and turn of your mind,</p> +<p class="t0">With attractions I seem to see in thee combined;</p> +<p class="t0">But few would take interest in one of my age,</p> +<p class="t0">Though he might be an artist, a bard or a sage.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though past man’s alloted threescore and ten years,</p> +<p class="t0">Though I’ve passed through afflictions, in sorrow and tears,</p> +<p class="t0">In feeling still young, and in sympathy true,</p> +<p class="t0">I would have the world better for my passing through.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’m glad I have seen you; I’ve one more to love,</p> +<p class="t0">On whom to ask blessings that come from above.</p> +<p class="t0">This friendship new-formed—may it ever increase,</p> +<p class="t0">And we find in Jesus true heavenly peace.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_027">[027]</div> +<h3 id="c20">To Aaron A. Smith,</h3> +<p class="subttl">On his leaving to join the Army.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For one who can fill such a place in the choir,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose musical talents none can but admire,</p> +<p class="t0">Who is loved and looked up to as teacher and guide,</p> +<p class="t0">To leave for the war, will be felt far and wide.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But it is not, dear nephew, for earth’s vain delight,</p> +<p class="t0">That you leave home and friends for your country to fight;</p> +<p class="t0">It is for the Union—our rights to maintain—</p> +<p class="t0">That you go where the strife piles its thousands of slain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Good bye! God protect you; on his arm rely,</p> +<p class="t0">There is safety for no one except from on high.</p> +<p class="t0">We are safe only while we in Jesus abide;</p> +<p class="t0">He’s our rule, he’s our pattern, our only sure guide.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be careful to follow where he leads the way;</p> +<p class="t0">Let nothing entice from his footsteps to stray.</p> +<p class="t0">May he keep you from falling and lead you safe through</p> +<p class="t0">To the home and the friends you are bidding adieu.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c21">To Samuel.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Good morning, you said, as you left for your bride,</p> +<p class="t0">For the one in whom you so truly confide.</p> +<p class="t0">Good morning, my son, Heaven’s blessings attend,</p> +<p class="t0">As you take a companion, a dear, chosen friend.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’m happy in thinking you’ll bring home a wife</p> +<p class="t0">To take the direction in things of this life,</p> +<p class="t0">May her interest and aim be all one with us here,</p> +<p class="t0">And she be to mother a daughter most dear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_028">[028]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The sister, the daughter, and wife, all combine;</p> +<p class="t0">The home of her childhood she too must resign.</p> +<p class="t0">Though former companions may not be forgot,</p> +<p class="t0">New duties, new trials will fall to her lot.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be true and affectionate, always the same;</p> +<p class="t0">One in heart as you now are to be one in name,</p> +<p class="t0">Wherever she is, be it your joy to come;</p> +<p class="t0">While each can say truly, “There’s no place like home.”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">You’ve doubtless informed her you intended your mother</p> +<p class="t0">Would have a home with you, and also your brother,</p> +<p class="t0">That she unexpectedly might not find these,</p> +<p class="t0">To add to her household, to care for and please.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">You’ve been an affectionate, dutiful son;</p> +<p class="t0">Everything in your power, for my comfort you’ve done;</p> +<p class="t0">You’ve said this attention you owed me through life—</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! I’d be a rich blessing to your and your wife.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Should I be a burden still greater to bear,</p> +<p class="t0">The daughter and wife in the trial must share.</p> +<p class="t0">Think then of my age, over seventy years,</p> +<p class="t0">And bear with me though I cause sorrow and tears.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though fretful, impatient, not suited at all,</p> +<p class="t0">And you think it best not to mind every call,</p> +<p class="t0">Remember past seasons, my kindness, and know</p> +<p class="t0">I would have you as blest as one could be below.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And in the new earth when all trials are o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">I would be with you there to have life evermore.</p> +<p class="t0">An unbroken band may we all there appear,</p> +<p class="t0">The father, the mother, the children so dear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_029">[029]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We should there know each other, and all we’ve been through,</p> +<p class="t0">While Annie would greet her dear brothers anew</p> +<p class="t0">And Harriet and Frances<sup><a id="fr_2" href="#fn_2">[2]</a></sup> would help swell the song,</p> +<p class="t0">Of Heaven’s free grace, with the numerous throng.</p> +</div> +<hr /> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My dearest Samuel, through life’s scenes</p> +<p class="t2">I’d thought to live with thee,</p> +<p class="t0">But providentially a change,</p> +<p class="t2">Has taken you from me;</p> +<p class="t0">Dear child you need not fear for me.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Those kind words, “Mother, live with me,”</p> +<p class="t2">As then are now the same;</p> +<p class="t0">Unshaken is my confidence,</p> +<p class="t2">That you are just the same,</p> +<p class="t0">To-day, the very, very same.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! how my heart goes after thee,</p> +<p class="t2">My dear, loved, cherished son,</p> +<p class="t0">Your father’s name and image bear,</p> +<p class="t2">As does no other one;</p> +<p class="t0">I see the once-loved in my son.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I see thee oft in fancy’s view,</p> +<p class="t2">And love to see thee so;</p> +<p class="t0">I’m happy that to your new home,</p> +<p class="t2">I’m wholly free to go;</p> +<p class="t0">My son to your home I can go.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">It is my choice; I would be here,</p> +<p class="t2">I love to be alone,</p> +<p class="t0">I love this quiet solitude,</p> +<p class="t2">I love the wild wind’s moan;</p> +<p class="t0">My child, I would be here alone.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_030">[030]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yet not alone, another son</p> +<p class="t2">Is with me all the while.</p> +<p class="t0">Though frail in health, he cares for me,</p> +<p class="t2">And greets me with a smile;</p> +<p class="t0">He does my lonely hours beguile.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Another too, though far away,</p> +<p class="t2">Away now at the West—</p> +<p class="t0">With three kind sons to care for me,</p> +<p class="t2">Most signally I’m blest;</p> +<p class="t0">Be Heaven our place of final rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The husband and the daughter sleep;</p> +<p class="t2">Thus friends are parted here,</p> +<p class="t0">But they in joy will live again,</p> +<p class="t2">When Jesus shall appear,</p> +<p class="t0">To dry each Christian mourner’s tear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0"><i>February, 1865.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_2" href="#fr_2">[2]</a></sup>Daughters-in-law. +</div> +</div> +<h3 id="c22">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Written on the death of Annie R. Smith.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let Annie sleep; her rest is with the dead;</p> +<p class="t0">All sorrow past, her last sad tear is shed;</p> +<p class="t0">Why call to mind the sufferings here she bore,</p> +<p class="t0">When now with her they are forever o’er?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why ope the wound—that wound so deeply given,</p> +<p class="t0">When from the parent tree this branch was riven?</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! spare thy tears, wake not the fount of grief;</p> +<p class="t0">No human power can aid or give relief.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">She died in hope of living evermore</p> +<p class="t0">With those she loved, when Time’s last scene is o’er.</p> +<p class="t0">When Jesus comes, we trust there’ll be a place</p> +<p class="t0">Prepared for her with all the ransomed race.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_031">[031]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shall we then see her in immortal bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Risen triumphant from the silent tomb?</p> +<p class="t0">Shall we there meet her all in bright array,</p> +<p class="t0">And spend in Heaven with her an endless day?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shall we behold the glorious city fair,</p> +<p class="t0">And by the King of kings be welcomed there?</p> +<p class="t0">To eat with her the fruit of earth made new,</p> +<p class="t0">And give to Jesus praise and glory due?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, ’tis enough! Let earthly sorrow cease,</p> +<p class="t0">While Jesus says in him we shall have peace.</p> +<p class="t0">That God in us may his designs fulfill,</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll meekly suffer all his holy will.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c23">To My Mother.</h3> +<p class="subttl">BY ANNIE R. SMITH.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot has been to roam</p> +<p class="t2">Far from the cheering light of home,</p> +<p class="t2">Mid scenes of commotion, turmoil and strife,</p> +<p class="t2">Temptation and snares that beset this life.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! yonder I see a beacon light gleaming,</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the dark wave its lustre is beaming,</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! as the light to the mariner lost,</p> +<p class="t0">So thou to the bark on the billow tossed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot has been to meet</p> +<p class="t2">The bitter mixed with transient sweet;</p> +<p class="t2">To struggle on, in toil and care,</p> +<p class="t2">The tide of adverse fate to bear.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! yonder I see a tender vine, twining</p> +<p class="t0">Around a tree, its tendrils are shining;</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! as the vine twines around the tree,</p> +<p class="t0">So from life’s rude blasts I cling to thee.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_032">[032]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot has been to feel</p> +<p class="t2">Dark shadows o’er my spirit steal;</p> +<p class="t2">From slanderous tongues, and envy’s wiles,</p> +<p class="t2">Deceit that lurked ’neath wreathing smiles.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! yonder I see the floweret’s hue;</p> +<p class="t0">Reviving ’neath the pearly dew.</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! as the dew to the drooping flower,</p> +<p class="t0">So thou to me in sorrow’s dark hour.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot has been to learn</p> +<p class="t2">Of friendship false, that bright will burn</p> +<p class="t2">When fortune spreads her wing of light,</p> +<p class="t2">But fades away when cometh night.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! yonder I see a bright star sparkling,</p> +<p class="t0">While all around lies cold and darkling.</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! as the star thou art in weal or wo,</p> +<p class="t0">The darker the night, the brighter the glow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot has been to pore</p> +<p class="t2">Learning’s classic pages o’er;</p> +<p class="t2">Seeking for hidden pearls to wear,</p> +<p class="t2">Fame’s golden wreath, the victors bear.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! yonder I see a lone bird flying,</p> +<p class="t0">Seeking her nest with voice of sighing.</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! as the wearied bird her downy nest,</p> +<p class="t0">So seek I thee, for quiet rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">My lot is now to tread</p> +<p class="t2">A troubled path whence light hath fled;</p> +<p class="t2">But ne’er do I thy words forget,</p> +<p class="t2">Or smiles of love from thee I’ve met.</p> +<p class="t0">I think of thee in morning’s beaming light,</p> +<p class="t0">In burning noon and shadowy night.</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! mid all my thoughtless wanderings wild,</p> +<p class="t0">Still clings to thee thy devoted child.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_033">[033]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t2">Whate’er my future lot may be,</p> +<p class="t2">On life’s tempestuous trackless sea,</p> +<p class="t2">Oh, may I never, where’er I roam,</p> +<p class="t2">Forget the cheering light of home,</p> +<p class="t0">That blessed light to the wanderer given,</p> +<p class="t0">To guide the way that leads to Heaven.</p> +<p class="t0">Dear mother! to thee may I cling till life is o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">And united above—we part nevermore.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c24">Response.</h3> +<p><span class="sc">Dear Annie</span>:</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though thy lot has been to bear</p> +<p class="t0">Much adverse fate, ’mid toil and care,</p> +<p class="t0">Raised expectations crushed and dead,</p> +<p class="t0">And hope’s triumphant visions fled?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dost thou not feel a mightier power,</p> +<p class="t0">A hand divine in this dark hour?</p> +<p class="t0">Does not thy heart begin to feel</p> +<p class="t0">The claims of Him who wounds to heal?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis true, my child, misfortune’s blast</p> +<p class="t0">But breaks the rock whence gems are cast;</p> +<p class="t0">The polished steel and marble white,</p> +<p class="t0">Was once as rough and dark as night.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As purest gold and clearest glass</p> +<p class="t0">Must through the hottest furnace pass,</p> +<p class="t0">So oft repeated strokes are given,</p> +<p class="t0">To form and fit a soul for Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though you’ve learned of envy’s wiles,</p> +<p class="t0">The slanderous tongue, which oft beguiles?</p> +<p class="t0">The sweetest fruit on bush and trees,</p> +<p class="t0">Is culled and plucked by birds and bees.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_034">[034]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Although you’ve traced the landscape fair,</p> +<p class="t0">And sought for knowledge rich and rare,</p> +<p class="t0">Gone to the depth of hidden ore,</p> +<p class="t0">That richest mine you might explore,</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lines “To my Mother,” more I prize</p> +<p class="t0">Than all the paintings ’neath the skies;</p> +<p class="t0">And they will ever bring to me,</p> +<p class="t0">Dear child, sweet memories of thee.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Although I prize the painter’s art,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet more th’ effusions of the heart;</p> +<p class="t0">Kind feelings, sympathy and love,</p> +<p class="t0">All arts and wealth I prize above.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Since then these trials but refine,</p> +<p class="t0">Bring out deep caverns’ hidden mine,</p> +<p class="t0">Resign all to that power on high,</p> +<p class="t0">Till sufferings cease and sorrows die.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c25">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">To a mother whose son enlisted in the army.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For a mother to part, for the war, with a son,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose kindness and love her affections have won,</p> +<p class="t0">Cannot but excite deep emotions of grief,</p> +<p class="t0">And in tears the torn bosom will seek for relief.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Commend, in submission, this loved son to Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">And thank Him who gave, that to you he was given;</p> +<p class="t0">That he leaves here a circle of associates dear,</p> +<p class="t0">Who his memory and name will delight to revere.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the family circle his place will be missed,</p> +<p class="t0">And some may regret that he felt to enlist,</p> +<p class="t0">While others look forward, still hoping to see</p> +<p class="t0">Him back in the choir, where his place used to be.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_035">[035]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If God has a work for him still here to do,</p> +<p class="t0">His eye will be on him to bring him safe through.</p> +<p class="t0">He will suffer no harm to befall him while there;</p> +<p class="t0">As a man spares his own son, so God will him spare.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But nought of the future to us is revealed;</p> +<p class="t0">His destiny and ours is most wisely concealed;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis for us to submit; be our lot what it may,</p> +<p class="t0">And all the requirements of Heaven obey.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c26">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Read at a gathering of the oldest people of Wilton, at +Miss Sarah Livermore’s, November, 1870.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now far advanced in life we’re here,</p> +<p class="t0">To visit one long held most dear;</p> +<p class="t0">Though we have all been young and gay,</p> +<p class="t0">Time’s rolling years have worked decay.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though lingering here on earth’s broad shore,</p> +<p class="t0">Life’s journey must be nearly o’er;</p> +<p class="t0">And may this friendly, gathering call,</p> +<p class="t0">A blessing prove to one and all.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Convened here, then, be this our aim,</p> +<p class="t0">To make each other glad we came;</p> +<p class="t0">In union these rich blessings share,</p> +<p class="t0">And say, ’Twas good that we were there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Refreshed, we’d patiently pursue</p> +<p class="t0">This last part of our journey through.</p> +<p class="t0">On those who entertain these guests,</p> +<p class="t0">Would ask that they be doubly blest.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_036">[036]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We would not fail while here to see</p> +<p class="t0">All we’re required to do and be.</p> +<p class="t0">Would advocate and teach the right,</p> +<p class="t0">Still hastening toward perfection’s hight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Earth’s pleasures then will be increased</p> +<p class="t0">By this delightful, social feast,</p> +<p class="t0">And we prepared to meet in Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">Where joys eternal will be given.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c27">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">On the death of my husband, Samuel Smith.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Gone is my husband, no more shall I see</p> +<p class="t0">That kind look of love as he smiled upon me.</p> +<p class="t0">I cherished and loved him; and who can tell</p> +<p class="t0">My anguish while on his departure I dwell?</p> +<p class="t0">Long I have been with him, in sickness and health,</p> +<p class="t0">Shared in his losses, and enjoyed with him wealth;</p> +<p class="t0">He lives in my memory, lives in my heart,</p> +<p class="t0">His virtues are printed there, ne’er to depart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Fast were we joined by the tenderest ties,</p> +<p class="t0">And lonely I mourn o’er the grave where he lies.</p> +<p class="t0">I hear not his steps, but the lone place I see,</p> +<p class="t0">Where oft his kind words have been spoken to me.</p> +<p class="t0">I miss him while gather the shadows of night;</p> +<p class="t0">I miss him when dawns the fair morning light.</p> +<p class="t0">I miss him—but where are the words to express</p> +<p class="t0">The depth of my grief in such loneliness.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I smile when I’m sad, and seem joyful in grief;</p> +<p class="t0">When alone bitter tears are my only relief;</p> +<p class="t0">Bruised now is the heart by the blow that has come,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_037">[037]</div> +<p class="t0">Dark now the dear spot, once so bright as my home.</p> +<p class="t0">Though wealth were my portion, and splendor surround,</p> +<p class="t0">More empty ’twould seem while the loved was not found.</p> +<p class="t0">With him I’d be blest, though earth’s treasures were few,</p> +<p class="t0">And trouble should prove my affection more true.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oft I imagine each member is here,</p> +<p class="t0">Those pledges of love and affection so dear,</p> +<p class="t0">I view the loved circle, but ah! there’s a space—</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis vacant, and nought can to me fill the place.</p> +<p class="t0">But those left behind, his dear image reveal,</p> +<p class="t0">Who only affection and sympathy feel;</p> +<p class="t0">Their kindness I know, the returns of their love,</p> +<p class="t0">And ask for them blessings that come from above.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But he’s gone to the grave, where, free from all care,</p> +<p class="t0">He knows not the grief which for him I now bear.</p> +<p class="t0">There rest till our Saviour shall bid thee arise;</p> +<p class="t0">Then may we immortal ascend to the skies.</p> +<p class="t0">With this hope I can triumph o’er earth’s deepest gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">The dearest and loveliest can yield to the tomb;</p> +<p class="t0">When bowed in submission, my Saviour appears,</p> +<p class="t0">Bids me trust in his word, and refrain from my tears.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c28">Look Up.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lone Pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! redemption draweth nigh.</p> +<p class="t0">Have loved ones gone, does earth look drear?</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! shed not that bitter tear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_038">[038]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though the heart is saddened now,</p> +<p class="t0">And shadows gather on thy brow,</p> +<p class="t0">And grief the bosom heaving still—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! submit to Heaven’s own will.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Do trials, unexpected, rise?</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! and view the glorious prize;</p> +<p class="t0">Let not life’s sorrows press you down—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! prepare to take the crown.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lift up your head, rejoice and sing—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! by faith behold your King.</p> +<p class="t0">He soon is coming, heed his call—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! and make your God your all.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’ll come, all troubles here to end,</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll come, a never-failing friend,</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll come to take his children home—</p> +<p class="t0">Look up! and pray, Lord, quickly come.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c29">Overcoming Sin.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How fiercely does the conflict rage within,</p> +<p class="t0">While striving to subdue some cherished sin;</p> +<p class="t0">What shall be done? The idol is most dear,</p> +<p class="t0">And often is the victim vanquished here.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though trivial it may seem, sin’s poisonous dart</p> +<p class="t0">Will sting the conscience and will wound the heart,</p> +<p class="t0">Destroy the peace and condemnation bring,</p> +<p class="t0">And drive us from the shelter of His wing.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In view of this, who dare a sin commit?</p> +<p class="t0">Our cherished idols we must all submit;</p> +<p class="t0">As one small leak the largest ship will sink,</p> +<p class="t0">So one dear sin, will lead to ruin’s brink.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_039">[039]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">While love for sin in any form remains,</p> +<p class="t0">Though not committed, we are still in chains;</p> +<p class="t0">Sins must be broken off by righteousness,</p> +<p class="t0">And then will God deliver, own and bless.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No condemnation then—all peace within,</p> +<p class="t0">Untrammeled freedom from the love of sin;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! blessed freedom! nought can then control</p> +<p class="t0">The heavenward flight and rapture of the soul.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c30">Will You be a Pilgrim?</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Will you come in with the pilgrims, though a remnant they may be,</p> +<p class="t0">And know the blessed privilege of gospel liberty?</p> +<p class="t0">Will you take the name of Christ, and be redeemed by sovereign grace,</p> +<p class="t0">And find in him from every storm a sure, safe hiding-place?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Will you part with earth’s delusive joys, with all its vain delights,</p> +<p class="t0">And “bear the consecrated cross,” to have the Christian’s rights?</p> +<p class="t0">They have a right to call on God; and he’s vouchsafed his aid.</p> +<p class="t0">The ancients said, We’ll trust in thee, nor ever be dismayed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They said, ’Tis nothing, Lord, with thee, with many or with few,</p> +<p class="t0">To put a mighty host to flight, and all our foes subdue.</p> +<p class="t0">Will you go against the multitude, in his own strength and name?</p> +<p class="t0">He fought their battles and he’s still unchangeably the same.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_040">[040]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Their hope’s an anchor to the soul, both sure and steadfast too,</p> +<p class="t0">And buoys their spirits up in all the conflicts they go through.</p> +<p class="t0">Will you have this hope to cheer you, to an unfading crown—</p> +<p class="t0">A crown that far outshines this world, with all its grand renown?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They’ve no abiding city here, but look for one to come,</p> +<p class="t0">A glorious city all illumed, to be their final home.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! will you suffer sorrow here, and have a home in Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">A kingdom that will shortly be, to all the faithful given?</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c31">Home for the Weary.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If there’s rest for the weary, a home for the meek,</p> +<p class="t0">Hope for the trembling and strength for the weak,</p> +<p class="t0">Take courage, worn pilgrim, nor sink in despair,</p> +<p class="t0">While braving the storms that but hasten us there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The waves and the billows will over us go,</p> +<p class="t0">And waters most bitter will oft overflow.</p> +<p class="t0">Our hearts with fierce conflicts and anguish be riven,</p> +<p class="t0">But hope to the end; there’s salvation in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, who will endure the last searching test,</p> +<p class="t0">With Abrah’m and Isaac and Jacob be blest</p> +<p class="t0">In the kingdom of God? and who will be lost,</p> +<p class="t0">To find when too late, what earth’s pleasures have cost?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_041">[041]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Shall we cling, then, to what Christ would have us give up?</p> +<p class="t0">Oh, no! grieve him not, and he with us will sup.</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll shelter us here in the last coming strife,</p> +<p class="t0">And give us to drink of the water of life.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How blest to be ready and waiting to hear</p> +<p class="t0">The last trumpet sound, and see Jesus appear!</p> +<p class="t0">Such then will rejoice that redemption has come,</p> +<p class="t0">Be changed to his image, and received to their home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c32">The Enemy’s Power.</h3> +<p class="subttl">Rev. xii, 12.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">As Satan has in wrath come down,</p> +<p class="t0">To bring us ’neath our Maker’s frown,</p> +<p class="t">We must resist his course.</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll bring beneath his dread control</p> +<p class="t0">The doubting, disobedient soul,</p> +<p class="t">By his satanic force.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where least expected his attack,</p> +<p class="t0">To lead us to perdition back,</p> +<p class="t">And claim us as his own.</p> +<p class="t0">Alarming are his wily arts,</p> +<p class="t0">Most fearful, too, his fiery darts,</p> +<p class="t">When undiscovered thrown.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Armed and equipped we must be sure,</p> +<p class="t0">His fierce temptations to endure,</p> +<p class="t">His fatal snares to meet.</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis easy going with the tide;</p> +<p class="t0">In Jesus Christ we must abide,</p> +<p class="t">And be in him complete.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_042">[042]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There’s no true consolation here,</p> +<p class="t0">But to be holy in our sphere,</p> +<p class="t2">From condemnation free.</p> +<p class="t0">When all our foes within are slain,</p> +<p class="t0">The tempter then comes but in vain,</p> +<p class="t2">With Heaven he’ll ne’er agree.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The humble, merciful and just,</p> +<p class="t0">In God who wholly put their trust,</p> +<p class="t2">Shall find protection sure.</p> +<p class="t0">Their fortress, shield and firm defense,</p> +<p class="t0">Is naught less than Omnipotence,</p> +<p class="t2">With strength given to endure.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Those who in God securely stand,</p> +<p class="t0">When thousands fall at their right hand,</p> +<p class="t2">No plague will them come nigh;</p> +<p class="t0">They’re safe ’neath Heaven’s sheltering wings,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid crash of worlds, all earthly things,</p> +<p class="t2">Which will in ruin lie.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thus guarded here, when all is o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll be with those who die no more,</p> +<p class="t2">Forever safe in Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">Where all is union, peace and love,</p> +<p class="t0">Made welcome to the courts above,</p> +<p class="t2">Where life eternal’s given.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But we are here on dangerous ground;</p> +<p class="t0">Some will be weighed and wanting found,</p> +<p class="t2">Will from the truth depart,</p> +<p class="t0">Will false, delusive spirits heed,</p> +<p class="t0">And pride and arrogance will feed,</p> +<p class="t2">And harden still the heart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When self, that mighty foe, prevails</p> +<p class="t0">To conquer, every effort fails;</p> +<p class="t2">Self will be gratified,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_043">[043]</div> +<p class="t0">E’en at the expense of present peace,</p> +<p class="t0">Till conscience’ warning voice will cease,</p> +<p class="t2">And self feel justified.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And some, in view of being lost,</p> +<p class="t0">Will self indulge, whate’er the cost,</p> +<p class="t2">Nor think to be forgiven.</p> +<p class="t0">Their dearest idol bears such sway,</p> +<p class="t0">So loved, their practice does but say,</p> +<p class="t2">If one must go, ’tis Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A course deliberate thus pursued,</p> +<p class="t0">Instead of having self subdued,</p> +<p class="t2">Eternal life they’ll lose.</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll bear the burden of their guilt,</p> +<p class="t0">For which the blood of Christ was spilt,</p> +<p class="t">And go the way they choose.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Justice will utter, Let them go,</p> +<p class="t0">They’ve proved their final overthrow—</p> +<p class="t2">Their day of grace is past.</p> +<p class="t0">May those who’re not yet given o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">Repent, ere closed is mercy’s door,</p> +<p class="t2">And thus be saved at last.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c33">Sustaining Grace.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Homeless was my blessed Saviour,</p> +<p class="t">Patient, too, mid all his grief;</p> +<p class="t0">Why be downcast, sad, desponding,</p> +<p class="t">When he’ll freely give relief?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, ’tis not that I am homeless,</p> +<p class="t">Nor that I am suffering pain;</p> +<p class="t0">But my Saviour seems hid from me,</p> +<p class="t">And my hope does not sustain.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_044">[044]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I would daily have the witness,</p> +<p class="t">That my dear Redeemer lives;</p> +<p class="t0">That he’s interceding for me,</p> +<p class="t">And my every blessing gives.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Live then for this blest approval,</p> +<p class="t">Not one sin allow a place;</p> +<p class="t0">God commands us to be holy,</p> +<p class="t">While we run the Christian race.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He is holy who hath called you;</p> +<p class="t">So be ye, in word and deed;</p> +<p class="t0">To enjoy the Saviour’s presence,</p> +<p class="t">We must to our ways take heed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">None can have this full salvation,</p> +<p class="t">While to one known sin a slave;</p> +<p class="t0">Jesus came to free and pardon,</p> +<p class="t">And from sin his people save.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Fearless then go forth to battle,</p> +<p class="t">Conquering sin through Christ the Lord;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll assist while we’re obedient</p> +<p class="t">To the teachings of his word.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glorious conquests have been witnessed;</p> +<p class="t">God for ever is the same;</p> +<p class="t0">We may all be strong and mighty,</p> +<p class="t">Through his great and holy name.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c34">Go Forward.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Stay not halting, be decided!</p> +<p class="t">With God’s people take your place,</p> +<p class="t0">They who seek a home in Heaven</p> +<p class="t">All must run the Christian race.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_045">[045]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though the Red Sea is before you,</p> +<p class="t">And the Egyptians in the rear,</p> +<p class="t0">Venture forward, no retreating,</p> +<p class="t">Linger not a moment here.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If you go, you can but perish;</p> +<p class="t">Onward move where God can save.</p> +<p class="t0">Hasten ere you’re with the wicked,</p> +<p class="t">Sinking ’neath the swelling wave.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God here meets his trusting people,</p> +<p class="t">Makes a passage through the deep,</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll display his power in saving</p> +<p class="t">Those who his commandments keep.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c35">Why Art Thou Cast Down?</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why this dark depth of grief and gloom, this anguish and despair?</p> +<p class="t0">The unpardonable sin you mourn, is not yet yours to bear.</p> +<p class="t0">Why thus disquieted, cast down? Hope thou in God; he’ll give</p> +<p class="t0">The very blessing you most need; look up to him and live.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This crushing weight of heartfelt grief, this flow of sorrow’s tide,</p> +<p class="t0">Will ere long bring the sad report, Of broken heart he died.</p> +<p class="t0">God knows what has befallen you, knows why the sore event;</p> +<p class="t0">Wait until he shall show you why this bitter cup was sent.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_046">[046]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be at your post, where’er it be; the claims of life fulfill.</p> +<p class="t0">Be no one act or motive wrong; heed Heaven’s own bidding still.</p> +<p class="t0">Then let the hail sweep o’er your path, let storms in fury rise,</p> +<p class="t0">God will in safety bring you through to mansions in the skies.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’s at the helm, he’ll guide the ship through every dangerous strait,</p> +<p class="t0">And make you welcome when within the holy city’s gate.</p> +<p class="t0">No bitter scenes of heartfelt grief, though now with anguish riven,</p> +<p class="t0">Will meet you in that world of bliss, the holy calm of Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c36">Trust.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My cause is with my blessed Lord, he does my footsteps guide;</p> +<p class="t0">He’s led me in an unknown way, and laid my plans aside;</p> +<p class="t0">He’s hedged up all my well-laid schemes, or what seemed so to me,</p> +<p class="t0">And oh! what wisdom I behold, now his designs I see.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’ll glory in his holy name, and pray, Lord guide me still;</p> +<p class="t0">In each event submission learn, and sink into his will.</p> +<p class="t0">His will is welcome, tho’ it lay each earthly prospect low;</p> +<p class="t0">God is too wise to err, and will what’s best for us bestow.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_047">[047]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Psalmist made his boast in God, and we may do the same;</p> +<p class="t0">The word exhorts to cry aloud, and praise his holy name.</p> +<p class="t0">Should those here hold their peace, whom God has his own Spirit given,</p> +<p class="t0">Where could he look for honor due, and whom make meet for Heaven?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Regardless of the world’s cold frown, we would march boldly on,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor right nor left would turn, but go where our dear Saviour’s gone,</p> +<p class="t0">There’s mansions there, and Jesus will prepare his saints a place,</p> +<p class="t0">Where they will never cease to sing of his redeeming grace.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Are we expecting to be there, and share each proffered bliss?</p> +<p class="t0">The Father’s love is not in those who love a world like this.</p> +<p class="t0">Then tarry not in all the plain; seek high and holy ground,</p> +<p class="t0">Lest in the balance when we’re weighed, we should be wanting found.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c37">“Brother, Live!”</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When dark misfortune’s tide is up,</p> +<p class="t">Its surges running high,</p> +<p class="t0">If we have lost our hold on God,</p> +<p class="t">Where then for refuge fly?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_048">[048]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oppressed, desponding, near despair,</p> +<p class="t">Health, strength and courage fled,</p> +<p class="t0">These cheering words heed, “<i>Brother, live!</i>”</p> +<p class="t">And raise your sinking head.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though anguish deep, and bitter grief</p> +<p class="t">Be felt and long be borne,</p> +<p class="t0">Abide the test; seek no relief</p> +<p class="t">That’s not from Heaven alone.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Deliverance must be found in God,</p> +<p class="t">A blessing to secure;</p> +<p class="t0">There is encouragement for those</p> +<p class="t">Who trials well endure.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In tribulation’s beaten path,</p> +<p class="t">The ancient prophets trod;</p> +<p class="t0">It is the only way that brings</p> +<p class="t">The wanderer home to God.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let patience have its perfect work,</p> +<p class="t">Be purified and tried;</p> +<p class="t0">Be ready when the King shall come,</p> +<p class="t">To e’er with him abide.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c38">Condense.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The article which now you think</p> +<p class="t">So perfect and complete,</p> +<p class="t0">Would doubtless be, if half as long,</p> +<p class="t">For printing twice as meet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Once and again your thoughts condense,</p> +<p class="t">Then what remains improve;</p> +<p class="t0">For matter must be weighty now,</p> +<p class="t">The minds of men to move.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_049">[049]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No preface does your piece demand,</p> +<p class="t">No introduction needs;</p> +<p class="t0">Select the wheat, but cast aside</p> +<p class="t">The straw, and chaff, and weeds.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How many worse than wasted hours</p> +<p class="t">Are spent foul works to read,</p> +<p class="t0">Fictions which poison heart and mind,</p> +<p class="t">And basest passions feed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Search for some richer gems than these,</p> +<p class="t">Ideas new and rare;</p> +<p class="t0">Soon will you learn the good to save,</p> +<p class="t">The valueless to spare.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With heart and mind thus disciplined,</p> +<p class="t">And quickened every sense,</p> +<p class="t0">Let these three rules your pen control—</p> +<p class="t">Condense, condense, condense.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c39">“The Bond of Peace.”</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When love unites the saints</p> +<p class="t0">There’ll be no sad complaints</p> +<p class="t">Against each other;</p> +<p class="t0">No bitter root will spring,</p> +<p class="t0">A wrong report to bring</p> +<p class="t">Against a brother.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Each will delight to see</p> +<p class="t0">Sweet peace and harmony,</p> +<p class="t">And long for more;</p> +<p class="t0">God’s love the heart will fill,</p> +<p class="t0">And selfish motives kill,</p> +<p class="t">As ne’er before.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_050">[050]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In union there’ll be strength,</p> +<p class="t0">Through all the breadth and length</p> +<p class="t">Of this grand host;</p> +<p class="t0">Armed for the battle-field,</p> +<p class="t0">No point of truth they’ll yield,</p> +<p class="t">Firm at their post.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And when the battle’s o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">They’re safe forevermore,</p> +<p class="t">With Christ their King;</p> +<p class="t0">Through him they gain their crown,</p> +<p class="t0">And lay their weapons down,</p> +<p class="t">And victory sing.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c40">Christian Submission.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Lord is mine, his will my choice;</p> +<p class="t0">I’m his to suffer or rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">While here on earth I stay.</p> +<p class="t0">I know in whom I have believed;</p> +<p class="t0">He has my sacrifice received,</p> +<p class="t">And will direct my way.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Whate’er he calls me here to do,</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll give me grace and help me through;</p> +<p class="t">He’ll lead and guide me home.</p> +<p class="t0">He’s promised to be with me here,</p> +<p class="t0">And said to me, “Be of good cheer,</p> +<p class="t">The world I’ve overcome.”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let friends deride, let scoffers rage,</p> +<p class="t0">Let hell against my soul engage;</p> +<p class="t">No one of them I fear.</p> +<p class="t0">My Lord has conquered all my foes,</p> +<p class="t0">In vain they rage, or me oppose,</p> +<p class="t">While my Deliverer’s near.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_051">[051]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Myself, my all, to God I give,</p> +<p class="t0">And to his glory would I live,</p> +<p class="t">From sin’s dominion freed.</p> +<p class="t0">I’ll trust him though he hides his face.</p> +<p class="t0">Sufficient for me is his grace,</p> +<p class="t">In every time of need.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’s coming, whom we have desired,</p> +<p class="t0">In all his saints to be admired;</p> +<p class="t">Even so, Lord Jesus, come.</p> +<p class="t0">Come, in thine own appointed way;</p> +<p class="t0">We’d wait in patience to that day,</p> +<p class="t">When thou shalt call us home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c41">Who is Without Fault?</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is there one here, who, e’er thus far,</p> +<p class="t">Has blameless been preserved?</p> +<p class="t0">Who never strayed, made one mistake,</p> +<p class="t">Or e’er from duty swerved?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There may have been no outward act</p> +<p class="t">To cause one pang of grief;</p> +<p class="t0">But has there been no secret fault,</p> +<p class="t">No sin of unbelief?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then judge not harshly; who can tell</p> +<p class="t">Thy brother’s suffering now,</p> +<p class="t0">That he has failed in any point,</p> +<p class="t">To pay the Lord his vow?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From secret faults, the Psalmist prayed,</p> +<p class="t">Dear Lord, oh! cleanse thou me,</p> +<p class="t0">And from presumptuous sins keep back,</p> +<p class="t">Preserve and make me free.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_052">[052]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Left to himself, how great his fall!</p> +<p class="t">And he himself the guide.</p> +<p class="t0">How humbled, mortified, subdued,</p> +<p class="t">His vanity and pride!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We are left to sin, to punish sin,</p> +<p class="t">No consolation here;</p> +<p class="t0">Reflection only swells the tide</p> +<p class="t">Of anguish sad and drear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our falls oft cause a bitter grief,</p> +<p class="t">That no redemption knows;</p> +<p class="t0">The deep, the painful, bleeding wound,</p> +<p class="t">Time here can never close.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The die when cast, the ship when sunk,</p> +<p class="t">To light can never rise.</p> +<p class="t0">Our good name lost—and all on board,</p> +<p class="t">Then goes in sad surprise.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! what a vacancy then made,</p> +<p class="t">An empty, aching void;</p> +<p class="t0">Our peace of mind in silence crushed,</p> +<p class="t">And hope’s bright boon destroyed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But there is pardon with our God,</p> +<p class="t">For crimes of deepest dye;</p> +<p class="t0">Be self and pride then humbled low,</p> +<p class="t">In dust and ashes lie.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">It should be there, and God will see</p> +<p class="t">Those whom he loves refined.</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll keep them in the crucible</p> +<p class="t">Till they his statutes mind.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’ll watch the furnace and will see</p> +<p class="t">The gold sustains no loss.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! be the faithful process borne,</p> +<p class="t">And all consumed the dross.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_053">[053]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God must in us his image see,</p> +<p class="t">And we reflect the same.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! may we honor and adore,</p> +<p class="t">And glorify his name.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c42">Overcome and Live.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Confess your faults, and for each other pray;</p> +<p class="t0">The slanderous tongue, oh! be it far away;</p> +<p class="t0">That tameless thing which sets the world on fire,</p> +<p class="t0">And rouses all the angry passion’s ire.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where this is god, our God can ne’er abide,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor where there’s lightness, selfishness, or pride;</p> +<p class="t0">His dwelling’s with the meek and low of heart,</p> +<p class="t0">And for himself he’ll set all these apart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who would not thus be honored of the Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">And have from him a large and rich reward?</p> +<p class="t0">Who would not be with saints and angels blest,</p> +<p class="t0">And have in Heaven at last eternal rest?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Live for it, then; all God’s commandments keep,</p> +<p class="t0">Although the way be through afflictions deep.</p> +<p class="t0">Cast all your care on Him who cares for you,</p> +<p class="t0">And he will lead and guide you safely through.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And when you reach fair Canaan’s blissful shore,</p> +<p class="t0">When sin and suffering are forever o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">You’ll find the city glorious to behold,</p> +<p class="t0">Christ is its light, its streets all paved with gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">You’ll by the King of kings be welcomed there,</p> +<p class="t0">Where tuned to praise is every sigh and prayer.</p> +<p class="t0">No blight to mar, no tear to dim the sight;</p> +<p class="t0">And to the tree of life you’ll have a right.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_054">[054]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">You’ll meet dear loved ones long since fallen asleep,</p> +<p class="t0">All deathless raised from their lone caverns deep;</p> +<p class="t0">Together there you’ll sing, We’re saved by grace,</p> +<p class="t0">And brought by Jesus to this glorious place.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No farewell parting, no sad word adieu,</p> +<p class="t0">Your home forever in the earth made new.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! bliss which mortal tongue can ne’er express,</p> +<p class="t0">To be with Jesus, robed in righteousness.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory and honor will to Him be given,</p> +<p class="t0">Who’s purchased for us peace and rest in Heaven,</p> +<p class="t0">Who bore our sins, and by whose stripes we’re healed.</p> +<p class="t0">And to eternal life and glory sealed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With glory, hallelujah, Heaven will ring,</p> +<p class="t0">In honor to the Lord our sovereign King.</p> +<p class="t0">Each will his note the highest strive to raise,</p> +<p class="t0">To give to Jesus, honor, glory, praise.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c43">The Last Message of Mercy.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Angel of mercy art thou here</p> +<p class="t">And hovering o’er us now?</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! may we all before our God,</p> +<p class="t">In adoration bow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To heed the message, or reject,</p> +<p class="t">The world will soon decide.</p> +<p class="t0">While some in love receive the truth,</p> +<p class="t">More will its claims deride;</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why will they slight the offered boon?</p> +<p class="t">Though we their lot deplore,</p> +<p class="t0">They place themselves beyond the reach</p> +<p class="t">Of mercy’s lingering store.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_055">[055]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Too late! their dreadful doom now sealed,</p> +<p class="t">Too late! will be their cry;</p> +<p class="t0">We might have lived, but now, alas!</p> +<p class="t">The second death must die.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Spirit and the bride say come,</p> +<p class="t">Let naught obstruct the way;</p> +<p class="t0">But hasten God’s commands to keep,</p> +<p class="t">And all his will obey.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! be entreated while there’s hope,</p> +<p class="t">To heed the message given;</p> +<p class="t0">That with the ransomed you may find</p> +<p class="t">A place of rest in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c44">We Love.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We love; for Jesus loves,</p> +<p class="t">We love his image here.</p> +<p class="t0">We love to meet, we love to pray,</p> +<p class="t">And hold each other dear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We know it’s of the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Or we could not unite</p> +<p class="t0">With those ne’er seen before</p> +<p class="t">In bonds of sweet delight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">By this shall all men know,</p> +<p class="t">One family we are.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! could they know our joys,</p> +<p class="t">And with us in them share!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There’s hope, we know there’s hope,</p> +<p class="t">That mercy lingers yet,</p> +<p class="t0">Or we should cease to feel,</p> +<p class="t">Their miseries forget.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_056">[056]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We’ll feel as Jesus feels;</p> +<p class="t">We’ll love and pity too;</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll weep, we’ll pray, we’ll plead,</p> +<p class="t">And tell them it’s for you.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This love we’ll not give o’er</p> +<p class="t">Though we endure their hate.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twill urge, Oh! come to Christ</p> +<p class="t">Ere it shall be too late.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twill bring us at their feet</p> +<p class="t">In attitude of prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">’Twill cry, O Lord, forgive,</p> +<p class="t">And these yet longer spare.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He says, I hear your prayer,</p> +<p class="t">I’ll save if they will come,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! then to God return,</p> +<p class="t">And have in Heaven a home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c45">Have Mercy on Yourselves.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Have mercy, Lord, we often pray,</p> +<p class="t0">And lead us in the narrow way,</p> +<p class="t0">While we ourselves refuse to go</p> +<p class="t0">Where God can lead or mercy show.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Have mercy on yourselves. Beware</p> +<p class="t0">Lest you are caught in Satan’s snare,</p> +<p class="t0">Or wandering far on worldly ground,</p> +<p class="t0">Are in its deadening spirit drowned.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Have mercy on yourselves. Take heed,</p> +<p class="t0">That no perverted taste you feed;</p> +<p class="t0">That neither word nor act degrade</p> +<p class="t0">The vows and promises you’ve made.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_057">[057]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">True, in ourselves we helpless are</p> +<p class="t0">To help ourselves. Lord help, ’s our prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">Poor, wretched, miserable and blind,</p> +<p class="t0">In thee all needed help we find.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be this our motto, then: We’ll try</p> +<p class="t0">To help ourselves; while God is nigh;</p> +<p class="t0">And he in every trying hour</p> +<p class="t0">Will aid us with his sovereign power.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c46">The Advent.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Those who’ve heard the proclamation</p> +<p class="t">Of a coming Saviour near,</p> +<p class="t0">Will behold him in great splendor,</p> +<p class="t">When in clouds he shall appear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He will come; this generation</p> +<p class="t">Will not pass till all is o’er.</p> +<p class="t0">Signs foretell he’s now approaching,</p> +<p class="t">And is even at the door.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! what scenes will burst upon us,</p> +<p class="t">When the heavens and earth shall shake,</p> +<p class="t0">When the trump of God is sounding,</p> +<p class="t">And the dead in Christ awake!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Saints now living, made immortal,</p> +<p class="t">With the risen from the dead,</p> +<p class="t0">All arrayed in robes of honor,</p> +<p class="t">With their Saviour at their head.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Freed from sin and every sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">Ever to be with their Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">And for all they’ve suffered for him,</p> +<p class="t">Meet a rich and sure reward.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_058">[058]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But where will the thoughtless sinner</p> +<p class="t">Find a secret place to hide,</p> +<p class="t0">From the wrath of him who loved us,</p> +<p class="t">And for us was crucified?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Rocks and mountains cannot hide them,</p> +<p class="t">Caves and dens are sought in vain;</p> +<p class="t0">Unlamented and unburied,</p> +<p class="t">Will be found the wicked slain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If there’s yet one ray of mercy,</p> +<p class="t">Lingering for transgressors here,</p> +<p class="t0">Let them haste to gain the treasure,</p> +<p class="t">Bought and paid for us so dear.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c47">The Coming Day.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The great day is near, when probation no more,</p> +<p class="t">For the careless backslider will longer remain;</p> +<p class="t0">And the sinner will find when all mercy is o’er,</p> +<p class="t">What a treasure he’s lost which he might have attain’d.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The saints will come forth in immortal array,</p> +<p class="t">Their triumph o’er death and the grave be complete,</p> +<p class="t0">The living be changed, and together ascend,</p> +<p class="t">Their glorious Redeemer in Heaven to meet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With him forever, ’tis said they will be,</p> +<p class="t">And the song of their victory never shall end.</p> +<p class="t0">Forever with Christ in his glorious home,—</p> +<p class="t">Oh, who can such glory and bliss comprehend?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_059">[059]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And are we prepared for this glorious place?</p> +<p class="t">Are we able to stand when the Lord shall appear?</p> +<p class="t0">Our victory o’er self must be full and entire,</p> +<p class="t">Or still for ourselves may we tremble and fear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God loves to redeem and to save us from sin;</p> +<p class="t">Let us haste to pursue the true path of reform;</p> +<p class="t0">And the strength of Omnipotence then will be ours;</p> +<p class="t">We shall conquer the foe, we shall weather the storm.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c48">Domestic Afflictions.</h3> +<p class="subttl">From the story “A Skeleton in every house.”</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Domestic afflictions! Oh! how they divide;</p> +<p class="t0">How sad when we can’t in each other confide,</p> +<p class="t0">This anguish, though deep, must in silence be borne,</p> +<p class="t0">Abroad, home afflictions should not be made known.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Beware when ’tis said, Oh! how happy you are,</p> +<p class="t0">Not even to hint there’s a skeleton there,</p> +<p class="t0">The sight of which fills with deep anguish the heart,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! ’tis nought to see loved ones and kindred depart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When the grave has enclosed them, the grief wears away;</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! living griefs on the stoutest hearts prey;</p> +<p class="t0">Though you smile and seem joyful, ’tis but to conceal</p> +<p class="t0">The depth of the misery you inwardly feel.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How oft, where true peace undisturbed is enjoyed,</p> +<p class="t0">By a member additional, all is destroyed;</p> +<p class="t0">No congenial spirit, domestic joys o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">And home, O sweet home, there is realized no more.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_060">[060]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When obliged to have inmates aside from our own,</p> +<p class="t0">How oft seeds of discord and anguish are sown;</p> +<p class="t0">The world thus is filled with confusion and strife,</p> +<p class="t0">Embittering the peace and the quiet of life.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Well, be this our portion; be broken each tie;</p> +<p class="t0">On the arm of the Lord we alone must rely.</p> +<p class="t0">With a meek, quiet spirit, resigning our all,</p> +<p class="t0">Content in our Father’s allotments to fall.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c49">The Christian’s Desire.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I long, O God! to call thee mine,</p> +<p class="t0">And know that I am truly thine;</p> +<p class="t0">That all I think, or say, or do,</p> +<p class="t0">May meet thine approbation, too.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In all, thy glory I would seek,</p> +<p class="t0">And but for thee, Lord, would not speak;</p> +<p class="t0">I’d raise my voice in grateful lays,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor would I move but to thy praise.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’d part with joys of earthly mould,</p> +<p class="t0">And pass through trials yet untold,</p> +<p class="t0">Could I but know my Lord was there,</p> +<p class="t0">And did each bitter cup prepare.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’d love to drink it, and rejoice</p> +<p class="t0">To have thy will, dear Lord, my choice.</p> +<p class="t0">If I might choose, I’d leave to thee</p> +<p class="t0">The whole control of mine and me.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God will protect and save his own,</p> +<p class="t0">Though in the fiery furnace thrown;</p> +<p class="t0">But did we know our case was sure,</p> +<p class="t0">’T might not effect sin’s needed cure.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_061">[061]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To break our hold of every tie,</p> +<p class="t0">That we to sin and self may die,</p> +<p class="t0">God seems to quite forsake us here,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor leave one ray of light to cheer.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though painful now, “the darkest day,</p> +<p class="t0">To-morrow, will have passed away,”</p> +<p class="t0">Deliverance will be found ere long,</p> +<p class="t0">And then will come the conquerer’s song.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If I am favored here to share</p> +<p class="t0">An answer to my Saviour’s prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">We shall be one, his voice I’ll hear,</p> +<p class="t0">When in the clouds he shall appear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! glorious day to those who’re found</p> +<p class="t0">In Him when the last trump shall sound;</p> +<p class="t0">Their sorrows and their sufferings o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">And prayer to praise turned evermore.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c50">The Warfare.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Temptations are presented, and we yield e’er we’re aware,</p> +<p class="t0">And again become entangled in the tempter’s subtle snare;</p> +<p class="t0">Our warring passions raging, with the sound of battle din,</p> +<p class="t0">Though outward foes in arms array, this warfare is within.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There’s hatred, pride and unbelief, and many evils there,</p> +<p class="t0">And our besetting sins oft battle faith and humble prayer;</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_062">[062]</div> +<p class="t0">Thus wasted are our energies, our strength and nobler powers,</p> +<p class="t0">And we ourselves deprive of joys, which otherwise were ours.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor, wretched, miserable and blind, how vain our boastings all;</p> +<p class="t0">Our misspent moments, worse than lost, we never can recall.</p> +<p class="t0">The good we might have done, had we obeyed each precept given,</p> +<p class="t0">Will be a blank, and less will be our crowns of joy in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why wound our souls? Why take the gall perverted tastes to please,</p> +<p class="t0">When nought but Jesus’ dying blood, God’s anger can appease?</p> +<p class="t0">Like Peter we deny our Lord, and spurn his tender care;</p> +<p class="t0">Such base ingratitude as this, who but a God could bear?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Most deeply must we feel and weep, ere Christ will on us look,</p> +<p class="t0">And bless us with the assurance, that our names are in life’s book;</p> +<p class="t0">He knows our frailties and is touched with penitential tears;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis just like Jesus to forgive, and banish all our fears.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Such depths of love, such pity, too, should make us prostrate fall</p> +<p class="t0">Before our King whom we should crown forever “Lord of all;”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_063">[063]</div> +<p class="t0">And when we’re freely justified, continued help we crave,</p> +<p class="t0">Our strength is weakness, and ourselves from sin we cannot save.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thy mission here was, Lord, to save thy people from their sins,</p> +<p class="t0">And here if e’er we overcome, is where our hope begins.</p> +<p class="t0">Through Christ alone the victory’s gained, and nothing can we merit;</p> +<p class="t0">If we are overcomers, we in him all things inherit.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not unto us, but Lord to thee, the glory shall be given;</p> +<p class="t0">It is the noblest song on earth, ’twill noblest be in Heaven;</p> +<p class="t0">No warring passions to unstring the holy, heavenly lyre,</p> +<p class="t0">At the loss of all things here, would I be one in that blest choir.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c51">Always Rejoicing.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If our heart do not condemn us, we have confidence in God,</p> +<p class="t0">We can bear the world’s reproaches, we can bear affliction’s rod;</p> +<p class="t0">If we suffer with the Saviour, we shall also with him reign,</p> +<p class="t0">Here we cast our burden on him, with the promise, he’ll sustain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though false reports are started, and believed by those we love?</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_064">[064]</div> +<p class="t0">We can love though they turn from us; we can plead for them above;</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, impart the Holy Spirit; for the want of this they erred;</p> +<p class="t0">Had they waited for thy teachings, they the Shepherd’s voice had heard;</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Would have known thy stately steppings, when thy glory was displayed;</p> +<p class="t0">Would have felt the holy influence, and thine urgent call obeyed.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! withhold no blessing from them, for the wrong dealt out to me,</p> +<p class="t0">But for Jesus’ sake have mercy; mercy, Lord, is all our plea.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Jesus has pronounced a blessing on those falsely here accused,</p> +<p class="t0">Who for his sake are derided, persecuted and abused;</p> +<p class="t0">He has said, Rejoice, in that day ye may be exceeding glad,</p> +<p class="t0">Greater still our joy in Heaven, when in robes of glory clad.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He will hide in his pavilion; there we’re safe from every foe,</p> +<p class="t0">Under the Almighty’s shadow we can through disasters go;</p> +<p class="t0">Well can we bear wrongs and censure, while God knows our innocence,</p> +<p class="t0">While he justifies us freely; is our shield and our defense.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Glory to the Lord, my Saviour! glory to his holy name!</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! for his sake I can suffer, bear reproach and grief and shame!</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_065">[065]</div> +<p class="t0">Who, with such a friend as Jesus, can be troubled or dismayed?</p> +<p class="t0">Who while on the waters walking, said, ’Tis I, be not afraid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He can still the raging tempest; him the winds and waves obey;</p> +<p class="t0">While we sail these seas of trouble, he will smooth and calm the way.</p> +<p class="t0">Soon the ship will be in harbor, storms and tempests all be o’er;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! how blest the glorious landing, tossed with sins and griefs no more!</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c52">The Work of Reform.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The dearest joys of earth can ne’er</p> +<p class="t">One solid pleasure give;</p> +<p class="t0">We’re only blest when we can know</p> +<p class="t">That ’tis for God we live.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We love by nature what he hates;</p> +<p class="t">We shun ourselves to see;</p> +<p class="t0">We love our appetites and pride,</p> +<p class="t">Ease and carnality.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The strife must come, and self must die,</p> +<p class="t">Our idols all be slain;</p> +<p class="t0">How sad should they o’er us at last</p> +<p class="t">Their cruel victory gain!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Too soon we cannot overcome</p> +<p class="t">Our every sin and wrong.</p> +<p class="t0">Through Jesus let us conquer self,</p> +<p class="t">And join the blood-washed throng.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_066">[066]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our wings of strength and zeal we plume,</p> +<p class="t">And rouse the dormant will,</p> +<p class="t0">To yield our hearts to Nature’s laws,</p> +<p class="t">And all their claims fulfill.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This move in heavenly wisdom made,</p> +<p class="t">To fit for trouble’s hour,</p> +<p class="t0">Has blessings for the willing heart,</p> +<p class="t">Of health and strength and power.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">That all around may see the light,</p> +<p class="t">Let’s raise our banner high,</p> +<p class="t0">And be epistles known and read</p> +<p class="t">By all who may come nigh.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The platform for us now is laid;</p> +<p class="t">Reform is on the sign;</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll rally round, resolving each,</p> +<p class="t">It’s blessings shall be mine.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c53">Live for God.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The offering has been made,</p> +<p class="t">The ransom has been paid;</p> +<p class="t0">On one full strong to save</p> +<p class="t">Has help for us been laid.</p> +<p class="t0">Behold, O God, our shield,</p> +<p class="t">On thine Anointed look,</p> +<p class="t0">And blot, for his dear sake,</p> +<p class="t">Our sins from out thy book.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sins now of deepest dye,</p> +<p class="t">Can all be washed away;</p> +<p class="t0">God just, and justify</p> +<p class="t">Those who his laws obey.</p> +<p class="t0">“Glory to God on high;</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_067">[067]</div> +<p class="t">Good will to men on earth:”—</p> +<p class="t0">Such was the rapturous cry,</p> +<p class="t">That told a Saviour’s birth.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The Saviour’s life and death,</p> +<p class="t">“Has ruined Satan’s throne;”</p> +<p class="t0">His mighty arm, alone,</p> +<p class="t">Can crush his empire down.</p> +<p class="t0">Though god now of this world,</p> +<p class="t">His triumph soon is o’er.</p> +<p class="t0">We hail the dawning day</p> +<p class="t">When he shall reign no more.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Salvation’s wondrous plan,</p> +<p class="t">Has made all Heaven rejoice;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis wisdom now in man</p> +<p class="t">To make this boon his choice.</p> +<p class="t0">By this can he o’ercome,</p> +<p class="t">And when each sin’s forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">Be found at last an heir</p> +<p class="t">Of glory and of Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ere long at home in Heaven,</p> +<p class="t">His place of final rest—</p> +<p class="t0">There’s no oppressor there;</p> +<p class="t">And none will be oppressed.</p> +<p class="t0">All harmony and love,</p> +<p class="t">All joy and glory there—</p> +<p class="t0">Say, would you not in these</p> +<p class="t">Eternal blessings share?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Live then for joys like these;</p> +<p class="t">Hear Jesus’ voice to-day,</p> +<p class="t0">Who comes to me, I will</p> +<p class="t">In no wise cast away.</p> +<p class="t0">Just as you are, then, come;</p> +<p class="t">Secure his pardoning love,</p> +<p class="t0">And have, at last, the bliss,</p> +<p class="t">And joy of Heaven above.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_068">[068]</div> +<h3 id="c54">My Sheep Hear My Voice.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The voice of a stranger my sheep will not hear;</p> +<p class="t0">I know them, they follow, my words reach their ear.</p> +<p class="t0">I’ll lead them, direct them, they never need stray,</p> +<p class="t0">I myself am the life, and the truth, and the way.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yea, Lord, this we know; but we lose sight of thee;</p> +<p class="t0">Unguarded we’re snared ere our danger we see;</p> +<p class="t0">So hidden the net, ’tis in thy light alone</p> +<p class="t0">That a spirit that’s not of thee clearly is known.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O Lord search us out; our impurities heal;</p> +<p class="t0">Thou, tempted, though sinless, knowest all that we feel;</p> +<p class="t0">A way of escape for the humble thou’lt find,</p> +<p class="t0">And help them the pure testimony to bind.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How sweet and consoling the true Shepherd’s voice!</p> +<p class="t0">His love I’ll acknowledge and in him rejoice;</p> +<p class="t0">O Lord I believe, help my unbelief now,</p> +<p class="t0">To trust all to thee and perform every vow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My strength is but weakness; be thou, Lord, my strength;</p> +<p class="t0">Thy love may I know in its hight, depth and length;</p> +<p class="t0">Reflecting thine image, thy will being mine,</p> +<p class="t0">My darkness enlightened, the true light must shine.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We then can do all things through Jesus our Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">With the sword of the Spirit, his own written word;</p> +<p class="t0">The foes that lurk inward being all put to flight,</p> +<p class="t0">God truly goes with us our battles to fight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Each keeping the ranks, all united in one,</p> +<p class="t0">Saying, Lord, as thou hast commanded, we’ve done;</p> +<p class="t0">No weapon will prosper formed here to divide,</p> +<p class="t0">And victory will turn upon Israel’s side.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_069">[069]</div> +<h3 id="c55">Where Is Thy God?</h3> +<p class="subttl">“My tears have been my meat day and night, while they +continually say unto me, Where is thy God?” Ps. 42: 3.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Through day and night my tears have been my meat,</p> +<p class="t0">Anguish and grief there find a blest retreat;</p> +<p class="t0">The spirit crushed, the heart with anguish riven,</p> +<p class="t0">Almost forgets there will be rest in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dear loved one sleeping—sympathy, oh, where?</p> +<p class="t0">Is there no one who will our sorrows share?</p> +<p class="t0">The flowing streamlet, and the murmuring rill,</p> +<p class="t0">In ocean find a kindred spirit still.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Do tears oft say, Oh! where is now thy God?</p> +<p class="t0">Submit to this and every chastening rod.</p> +<p class="t0">I’d calmly yield to every needed ill,</p> +<p class="t0">And learn to bear God’s visitation still.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Not unaccustomed to the galling yoke,</p> +<p class="t0">Though oft uncalled for, I would bear each stroke;</p> +<p class="t0">Though wet with tears my pillow oft may be,</p> +<p class="t0">Still to the Lord for succor will I flee.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c56">They who Love the Law.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Great peace have they that love thy law,</p> +<p class="t">Them nothing will offend;</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll bear neglect, reproach and scorn,</p> +<p class="t">Though without cause contemned.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Their innocence will bear them up,</p> +<p class="t">Though falsely they’re accused;</p> +<p class="t0">Their hearts will melt with love for those</p> +<p class="t">By whom they are abused.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_070">[070]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The court of Heaven their cause will plead,</p> +<p class="t">The innocent will clear;</p> +<p class="t0">Though men may load their names with guilt,</p> +<p class="t">While they continue here.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A consciousness of right within,</p> +<p class="t">Great peace and joy afford;</p> +<p class="t0">How free, how happy, oh! how blest,</p> +<p class="t">Communing with the Lord.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He says revile not, when reviled,</p> +<p class="t">Thy wrongs I will repay;</p> +<p class="t0">Be every burden cast on me,</p> +<p class="t">I’ll be thy strength and stay.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c57">God, the Comforter of Those Who Are Cast Down.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In view of dear and loved ones gone,</p> +<p class="t0">We oft feel desolate and lone.</p> +<p class="t0">We seek man’s sympathy in vain;</p> +<p class="t0">A passing look we hardly gain.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But few can feel another’s woe;</p> +<p class="t0">And fewer still will with us go</p> +<p class="t0">To share the depth of heart-felt grief;</p> +<p class="t0">And sacrifice to give relief.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To bear affliction’s chastening rod,</p> +<p class="t0">Our confidence must be in God.</p> +<p class="t0">With this above the cloud we soar,</p> +<p class="t0">And soon we’ll shout our suffering o’er.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Disease and dark misfortune’s frown,</p> +<p class="t0">Then will not sink our spirits down.</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll shout, O death where is thy sting?</p> +<p class="t0">O grave thou canst no victory bring!</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_071">[071]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">By Jesus, our Deliverer, freed,</p> +<p class="t0">No light of sun or moon we need.</p> +<p class="t0">His glory is the city’s light,</p> +<p class="t0">And with him there we’ve all a right.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Each bitter pang which here we bear,</p> +<p class="t0">Will be a gem of glory there.</p> +<p class="t0">Th’ eternal weight of glory, wrought</p> +<p class="t0">By suffering is not dearly bought.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be cold indifference, grief or pain</p> +<p class="t0">Mine to endure—the loss is gain.</p> +<p class="t0">Through sorrow’s depths I here would wade</p> +<p class="t0">To be through sufferings perfect made.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c58">Worldly Sorrow.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Worldly sorrow worketh death;</p> +<p class="t">Sink not beneath its power;</p> +<p class="t0">’Twill darken much that else were bright,</p> +<p class="t">In mercy’s lingering hour.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Forgotten be the trials past,</p> +<p class="t">The present meekly borne;</p> +<p class="t0">Our burdens cast upon the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Who comforts those that mourn.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With heavenly wisdom we shall know</p> +<p class="t">What God would have us do;</p> +<p class="t0">While moving in his order on,</p> +<p class="t">Our hope and strength renew.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Revived and strengthened we’re prepared</p> +<p class="t">To spread the truth abroad,</p> +<p class="t0">Beseeching men in Jesus’ stead,</p> +<p class="t">Be reconciled to God.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_072">[072]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then jewels will be gathered in,</p> +<p class="t">The church built up again,</p> +<p class="t0">And all prepared to meet the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Who’s coming soon to reign.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c59">The Race and Warfare.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Are we loitering on the way</p> +<p class="t0">To the realms of endless day?</p> +<p class="t0">Sleep we on while danger’s near?</p> +<p class="t0">Have we nought to dread or fear?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let us heed the call, Awake!</p> +<p class="t0">Our eternal all’s at stake;</p> +<p class="t0">One false step our fate may seal,</p> +<p class="t0">Ruin, soon our souls may feel.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Foes our every move to spy,</p> +<p class="t0">All around in ambush lie;</p> +<p class="t0">Watching, they will take the place</p> +<p class="t0">Left unfortified by grace.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! what havoc then is made,</p> +<p class="t0">Structures fair in ruin laid;</p> +<p class="t0">Messengers driven from the field,</p> +<p class="t0">Those who should be valiant, yield.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Some who started to go through</p> +<p class="t0">Now a wicked course pursue;</p> +<p class="t0">What account must soon be given!</p> +<p class="t0">Why thus sink in sight of Heaven?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Flee, oh! flee the tempter’s snare!</p> +<p class="t0">There is power with God in prayer;</p> +<p class="t0">He is ready to forgive,</p> +<p class="t0">Saying, Look to me and live.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_073">[073]</div> +<h3 id="c60">The Darkness of Despair.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The heart knows its bitterness, thought ’t may be said,</p> +<p class="t">You are happy and blest all the while;</p> +<p class="t0">The depth of your misery, your burden of sin</p> +<p class="t">May in anguish be hid ’neath a smile.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thy waves and thy billows are over me gone,</p> +<p class="t">With the Psalmist, I mournfully say,</p> +<p class="t0">And ask, Why cast down? Why disquieted, opprest?</p> +<p class="t">’Tis why I’ve no heart now to pray?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Has the Spirit been grieved? Has it taken its flight?</p> +<p class="t">To this desolate self am I left?</p> +<p class="t0">And merited sure, naught else is deserved,</p> +<p class="t">But to be thus of comfort bereft.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I groan, being burdened, and cannot look up,</p> +<p class="t">By reason of sin’s dread array,</p> +<p class="t0">O keep back from sins, and from secret faults cleanse,</p> +<p class="t">Or despairing, I sink in dismay.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sin hardens, and blinds, and shuts up in despair;</p> +<p class="t">The way of transgressors is hard,</p> +<p class="t0">Its end is destruction, its wages are death,</p> +<p class="t">Thus forever from Heaven debarred.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This anguish of spirit, this sad state of the soul,</p> +<p class="t">I must bear though I may not submit.</p> +<p class="t0">God is just though I perish, his throne remains pure,</p> +<p class="t">However many he may not acquit.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! for one gleam of hope, thus to break the dread spell,</p> +<p class="t">By which I in misery seem bound;</p> +<p class="t0">Naught of earth, but the power of Heaven must heal</p> +<p class="t">Sin’s painful, sin’s deep, bleeding wound.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_074">[074]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Should I ever again meet the smiles of my God,</p> +<p class="t">Should I ever his praise again sing,</p> +<p class="t0">In rapturous song I would swell the grand theme,</p> +<p class="t">And my tribute of thanksgiving bring.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! here is the mystery,—give glory to God;</p> +<p class="t">The blessing is coming e’en now.</p> +<p class="t0">I’ll sing hallelujah, I’ll praise and adore,</p> +<p class="t">And low in humility bow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With the Psalmist, I cry, Come praise ye the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Praise and glory to God now belong;</p> +<p class="t0">My heart with my hands, lift to God in the Heavens,</p> +<p class="t">Giving praise with the angelic throng.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This praise ne’er will end; the redeemed will unite,</p> +<p class="t">And with angels, God’s glory repeat.</p> +<p class="t0">To the pure tree of life all will there have a right,</p> +<p class="t">And the fruit of the vineyard will eat.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How blest to know Jesus our Lord will be there,</p> +<p class="t">The glory and light of the place.</p> +<p class="t0">And the song which forever will rise on its air,</p> +<p class="t">Will be sung to his sovereign grace.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c61">The Latter Rain.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We may look for a Pentecost season to dawn</p> +<p class="t0">When the saints through the purifying process have gone;</p> +<p class="t0">When Jesus’ loved image in them we can trace,</p> +<p class="t0">Reflecting the glory of full sovereign grace.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who then will not wish when this glory they see</p> +<p class="t0">To join in the song, Hallelujah, we’re free!</p> +<p class="t0">Yea, free in the Lord, while our voices we raise</p> +<p class="t0">In victory’s songs and hosannas of praise.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_075">[075]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The true melting Spirit is felt from the Lord,</p> +<p class="t0">And light and instruction shine out from his word.</p> +<p class="t0">God’s power is made known and his glory displayed,</p> +<p class="t0">While scoffers will feel that they need Heaven’s aid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who here long can stand with his sins unconfessed?</p> +<p class="t0">May all be searched out, and God’s people be blessed.</p> +<p class="t0">Confess ye your faults, and thus honor your King,</p> +<p class="t0">And into his store-house your offerings bring.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis a cross-bearing way by which Heaven is obtained;</p> +<p class="t0">In humility’s vale is the victory gained.</p> +<p class="t0">True love there prevails; and our sins are forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">While union and strength mark the pilgrims for Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c62">The Hour of Judgment.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The time has come, that all-important day,</p> +<p class="t0">When sins must be confessed and washed away!</p> +<p class="t0">When hearts must feel, and conscience’ voice be heard</p> +<p class="t0">In swift obedience to God’s holy word.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“Be zealous and repent,” is God’s command.</p> +<p class="t0">We must in humble ranks united stand.</p> +<p class="t0">With us, ’tis said, the judgment first begins;</p> +<p class="t0">And we must soon be cleansed from all our sins.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We must let Jesus in. Our mighty foe</p> +<p class="t0">Is ready to effect our overthrow.</p> +<p class="t0">With Christ we’re safe; in conflict he’ll unite,</p> +<p class="t0">Help on to victory, and maintain the right.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_076">[076]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The eye-salve, well applied, sheds light around,</p> +<p class="t0">And all our secret faults and sins are found,</p> +<p class="t0">To be confessed, while Jesus intercedes,</p> +<p class="t0">And while for us his precious blood he pleads.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though scarlet be our sins—of crimson dye—</p> +<p class="t0">If penitent, he’ll not our suit deny.</p> +<p class="t0">He waits for full confession, which, when made,</p> +<p class="t0">Whate’er our sin and guilt, he’ll not upbraid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’s ready to acquit and set us free,</p> +<p class="t0">And will proclaim our perfect liberty.</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll seal us his, and make us here his care;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll fit us for his throne, and take us there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’s cutting short his work in righteousness,</p> +<p class="t0">And coming soon his waiting saints to bless.</p> +<p class="t0">When once he’s left the mediatorial place,</p> +<p class="t0">No ray of mercy lights our ruined race.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twill then be known, the offers we’ve refused,</p> +<p class="t0">The blood-bought privileges that we’ve abused—</p> +<p class="t0">How must it sharpen every pang of guilt</p> +<p class="t0">To think, for us the Saviour’s blood was spilt;</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To know we might have had our sins forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">And lived forever with the loved in Heaven.</p> +<p class="t0">In view of anguish deep we then must feel.</p> +<p class="t0">No wounds of sin may we here slightly heal.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Broad as th’ offense, confession I will make,</p> +<p class="t0">And all my dear, loved idol sins forsake.</p> +<p class="t0">Yes, glory be to God! the victory’s gained,</p> +<p class="t0">And self-denial shall be hence maintained.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twill take our all to buy the pure tried gold;</p> +<p class="t0">And naught of earth can we in heart withhold.</p> +<p class="t0">A cheaper way I would not, could I, go;</p> +<p class="t0">A dearer way no one can ever show.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_077">[077]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I love the blessed way; it buoys me up;</p> +<p class="t0">My Saviour’s here, and with him I may sup.</p> +<p class="t0">I’ll be content with nothing short of this;</p> +<p class="t0">And this alone makes Heaven perpetual bliss.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then let us make our hope and calling sure;</p> +<p class="t0">And all our trials patiently endure.</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll soon be o’er; our lives we’ll not hold dear,</p> +<p class="t0">And soon in glory with our Lord appear.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c63">The Remnant Church.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There is a people coming up, with gifts and power divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose holy influence will be felt, whose holy light will shine;</p> +<p class="t0">It will be known who do in truth, the solemn message heed,</p> +<p class="t0">Such will be zealous and repent, becoming saints indeed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Their love and union will increase, their interests will be one;</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll know that they are heirs of God, and joint heirs with his Son;</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll love God for his own dear sake, not that He’s them forgiven;</p> +<p class="t0">And truly “sin will be their hell, and holiness their Heaven.”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Their company will be the saints, and each will be so dear,</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll love to make a sacrifice to benefit them here.</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll love for their Redeemer’s sake; as answers face to face,</p> +<p class="t0">So will their hearts while they in each, his lovely image trace.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_078">[078]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This dread, dull sameness will not long among the saints bear sway,</p> +<p class="t0">The glory in their midst will soon purge all the chaff away;</p> +<p class="t0">Thus separated from the vile, the strong be stronger still;</p> +<p class="t0">The great refreshing time is near, and all may come who will.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But, oh! some will not be refined, nor give their idols up;</p> +<p class="t0">Such never will let Jesus in, nor with him ever sup.</p> +<p class="t0">They yet may linger round the shore, and think to get on board,</p> +<p class="t0">But they must come to Heaven’s terms; the standard can’t be lowered.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thrice happy they who’re in the ship, though tossed with angry waves!</p> +<p class="t0">“Our Father’s at the helm,” and all who trust in him he saves;</p> +<p class="t0">Those who in heart give up their all, lie passive in his hand,</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll bring with safety into port, to their own promised land.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c64">False Fame and True.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">While men, our faults perceiving not, would move our fame to raise,</p> +<p class="t0">How oft our natures weakly yield to flattery and praise,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! what in us should e’er excite our vanity and pride!</p> +<p class="t0">Or cause us not in lowliness, vain thoughts of self to hide?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_079">[079]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let deeds of charity and love in all our life abound;</p> +<p class="t0">Philanthrophy fails not to go, where’er a sufferer’s found,</p> +<p class="t0">To seek the poor, degraded, low, the wicked and debased,</p> +<p class="t0">Though his own name by slander’s tongue, be ever thus defaced.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">These are the jewels he would gain, this course would fain pursue;</p> +<p class="t0">That he is not like them, he asks, to whom is glory due?</p> +<p class="t0">Who made us thus to differ here? who gives the strength and power</p> +<p class="t0">To hold the victory over self, in dark temptation’s hour?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let him who thinks he stands take heed; this is the word to all;</p> +<p class="t0">The strongest may be overcome, and through temptation fall.</p> +<p class="t0">Do we in higher circles move? are higher placed by birth?</p> +<p class="t0">No such distinction will be known, when moldering in the earth.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But deeds of kind benevolence will live when we are dead;</p> +<p class="t0">The poor will think how they were clothed, and shared our daily bread;</p> +<p class="t0">The once abandoned who’ve reformed beneath our fostering care,</p> +<p class="t0">Will bless the day they ever lived our sympathies to share.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Such the remembrance I would have, alive or in my grave,</p> +<p class="t0">To have been the humble instrument some sinking soul to save.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_080">[080]</div> +<p class="t0">For this I turn from pleasure’s scenes, to weep with those that weep;</p> +<p class="t0">To strive their sufferings to assuage, their confidence to keep.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though on them glows the copper tint, though African their race,</p> +<p class="t0">What matters these distinctions of their nation, lot, or place?</p> +<p class="t0">For oh! the highest joy of earth is comfort to impart</p> +<p class="t0">To those who lie ’neath fortune’s frowns, with sad and suffering heart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though hidden from the public view, unseen your acts of love,</p> +<p class="t0">If heart and hand be clean and pure, their record lives above.</p> +<p class="t0">Let me thus seek my neighbor’s good, thus helpless sufferers raise;</p> +<p class="t0">Be this the glory of my fame; be deeds of love my praise.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c65">Return unto the Lord.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Have you again become</p> +<p class="t">To appetite a slave?</p> +<p class="t0">You’ve boasted victory here,</p> +<p class="t">Why sink beneath the wave?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">You say, I have no hope,</p> +<p class="t">No strength within me lies,</p> +<p class="t0">And sinking still, I fear</p> +<p class="t">I ne’er again shall rise.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_081">[081]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">My efforts all have failed,</p> +<p class="t">To keep the victory gained.</p> +<p class="t0">Where look for refuge now?</p> +<p class="t">Or hope to be sustained?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A helpless sufferer, true,</p> +<p class="t">On confines of despair,</p> +<p class="t0">While knowing there’s no hope,</p> +<p class="t">If you continue there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Debased and losing still</p> +<p class="t">Life’s elevating powers,</p> +<p class="t0">A worse than blank you feel</p> +<p class="t">In this grand world of ours.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A world God loved so well,</p> +<p class="t">He sent his only Son,</p> +<p class="t0">That we through him might find</p> +<p class="t">On earth a Heaven begun.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A world to which he sends</p> +<p class="t">Rich blessings from above,</p> +<p class="t0">And daily here renews</p> +<p class="t">His covenant of love.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be moved, despairing one;</p> +<p class="t">Be helped again to live;</p> +<p class="t0">God pities, and will yet</p> +<p class="t">A greater victory give.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’s waiting your return,</p> +<p class="t">With pardon in his hand;</p> +<p class="t0">In his strength you can rise,</p> +<p class="t">And in him we can stand.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yes; stand amidst the scenes</p> +<p class="t">Of peril, war and strife,</p> +<p class="t0">While Jesus is our guide</p> +<p class="t">To everlasting life.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_082">[082]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come while he waits to save.</p> +<p class="t">Your case will hopeless be</p> +<p class="t0">Except you come where God</p> +<p class="t">In Christ can make you free.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Come and he’ll save you here</p> +<p class="t">From sin’s destructive power,</p> +<p class="t0">And be your all, when comes</p> +<p class="t">The great decisive hour.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c66">Safety in the Lord.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There’s safety only in the Lord, whate’er our station be;</p> +<p class="t0">We may be rich, we may be poor, may be on land or sea.</p> +<p class="t0">Life’s changing fortune will be ours where’er our lot is cast;</p> +<p class="t0">Unchanged in mind be ours to meet each change while it shall last.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dear friends are with us here to day with prospects fair to live;</p> +<p class="t0">To-morrow to the dust, in tears, their dear remains we give.</p> +<p class="t0">Now pain and suffering is our lot; now dawns a brighter day;</p> +<p class="t0">But soon a cloud o’ercasts the sky and shuts the light away.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">An under current often works to sweep away our peace,</p> +<p class="t0">Our reputation is at stake, our trials fast increase.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_083">[083]</div> +<p class="t0">Dear reputation, dearest far, of all we’ve called our own,</p> +<p class="t0">Must be defaced; then be it so; to God all things are known,</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be every circumstance combined, the elements to</p> +<p class="t0">raise; By these be every trace removed of all our evil ways.</p> +<p class="t0">When Jesus speaks it will be calm, the storm and wind subside;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! may it last till all is gone of selfishness and pride.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">All else but this we could endure; this then is what we need;</p> +<p class="t0">Our very idol must be slain, and we from self be freed.</p> +<p class="t0">Then are we fit for Heaven’s use, to help build up God’s cause,</p> +<p class="t0">To boldly speak in his defense, and vindicate his laws.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! be it ours to live for God, his glory all our aim;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll work in power when we come to him in Jesus’ name.</p> +<p class="t0">All that is wrong will he remove, and bring the truth to light;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! we can trust our all with him; his ways are just and right.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We’ll go then where he leads the way, whatever man may say.</p> +<p class="t0">The greatest saint is nought except the Lord direct his way.</p> +<p class="t0">Angels can’t help but through their Lord; to his arm all is due;</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll follow him, for surely he will lead us safely through.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_084">[084]</div> +<h3 id="c67">The Health Institute.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God knows our needs, he overrules, and calls this work his own;</p> +<p class="t0">We’re agents to perform his will, as he shall make it known.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus has an Institute been built; in this his hand we see;</p> +<p class="t0">Where health reform is lived and taught, in strictest harmony.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We look, admire, in joy exclaim, Come see what God hath wrought!</p> +<p class="t0">Here invalids are raised to health, and truth and duty taught.</p> +<p class="t0">Perverted tastes are overcome; the way to live we learn;</p> +<p class="t0">And all who will its rules obey, a rich experience earn.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The light and truth are carried forth by those who leave the place,</p> +<p class="t0">Showing what ground may yet be gained by our degenerate race.</p> +<p class="t0">How blest! for those who overcome their every sin and wrong,</p> +<p class="t0">Can love the right, and walk in ways that life and health prolong.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">None can appreciate its worth, but those who test its powers;</p> +<p class="t0">This grand reform! how great and good! Its blessings shall be ours.</p> +<p class="t0">Pure nature’s fruits no art require to gratify the taste,</p> +<p class="t0">And those who stop at her demands, nor time nor substance waste.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_085">[085]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who will escape the many ills increasing on the land?</p> +<p class="t0">The cleansed and purified alone, diseases can withstand.</p> +<p class="t0">Haste, then, the cleansing process here, God’s precepts all obey,</p> +<p class="t0">And be prepared to stand when comes the great and dreadful day.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c68">Divine Love.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though knowledge here is power, yet ’tis love subdues the heart,</p> +<p class="t0">Subjects the will to Heaven, and will endless life impart.</p> +<p class="t0">It conquers every passion; and the soul that feels its power</p> +<p class="t0">Moves in a world of freedom, within its own loved bower.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis shielded, safely shielded; the interior nought can reach;</p> +<p class="t0">No outward condemnation can this inward love impeach.</p> +<p class="t0">No weapon formed can prosper; and it fears no outward foe:</p> +<p class="t0">While all within is conquered, ’tis a Heaven begun below.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The world’s applause, its censure too, are both alike received;</p> +<p class="t0">If undeserved, ’tis heeded not, though all may be believed.</p> +<p class="t0">It knows no good but that in God, it bears life’s every ill,</p> +<p class="t0">And moves undauntedly along, in Heaven’s own blessed will.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_086">[086]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though outwardly you see conveyed “a libel in a frown,”</p> +<p class="t0">You’ll stand unmoved, though they may “wink your reputation down;”</p> +<p class="t0">Your deeds of charity assailed, your motives questioned too—</p> +<p class="t0">Reviled, you’ll not revile again, nor fear what man can do.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! for the gold tried in the fire—our eyes anointed here—</p> +<p class="t0">White raiment that we may be clothed, and not in shame appear.</p> +<p class="t0">We then should move in harmony; our God would own and bless;</p> +<p class="t0">We then should see his works abound in love and righteousness.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The day is near, it hasteth on, when saints will all unite;</p> +<p class="t0">When every sin will be confessed, and every wrong made right;</p> +<p class="t0">When we shall see as we are seen, and know as we are known,</p> +<p class="t0">And sit with Jesus, as he sits upon his Father’s throne.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! glory, hallelujah to our high, exalted King;</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll praise him here, we’ll praise him there, and make Heaven’s arches ring.</p> +<p class="t0">Who then can sacrifice too much, too much for him endure?</p> +<p class="t0">So may we purify ourselves, as Christ our Lord is pure.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_087">[087]</div> +<h3 id="c69">Appeal to the Sinner.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though earth delights and charms us here, its treasures are but naught;</p> +<p class="t0">In wisdom’s light ’tis clearly seen how dear its love is bought,</p> +<p class="t0">The price though now not realized, must soon be strictly paid.</p> +<p class="t0">For this the soul must perish soon, in hopeless ruin laid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The second death must be endured in anguish and despair;</p> +<p class="t0">While you will see the righteous saved, no friend can reach you there.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! loss beyond all losses! Then what profit here to gain</p> +<p class="t0">This fleeting world, and call at last for endless life, in vain!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The blood of Jesus set at naught—rejected every call—</p> +<p class="t0">The Spirit will be forced to yield, and let God’s vengeance fall.</p> +<p class="t0">The wrath of God e’en now impends; and soon you’ll feel its weight.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! flee for refuge while there’s hope; full soon ’twill be too late.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A moment more the Saviour waits; for you his blood he pleads,</p> +<p class="t0">My blood! my Father, oh, my blood! forgive the sinner’s deeds!</p> +<p class="t0">But if you still refuse to bow, and be by him forgiven,</p> +<p class="t0">You must be banished from the Lord, and find no place in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_088">[088]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To free from sin and second death, the Saviour’s blood has cost—</p> +<p class="t0">What weeping and what wailing when you see what you have lost.</p> +<p class="t0">God’s justice will be manifest in your destruction sure;</p> +<p class="t0">And hopeless agony will be your portion to endure.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Once more in prayer I prostrate fall, once more I’ll plead your case;</p> +<p class="t0">Have mercy, Lord, and here bestow unmerited free grace.</p> +<p class="t0">He’s knocking now! he’s wet with dew! Oh! let the Saviour in;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll sup with you, and you with him; he’ll cleanse you from all sin.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">He’ll shelter from the coming storm; no plague shall e’er come nigh;</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll hide from God’s avenging wrath, and you shall never die.</p> +<p class="t0">Life’s water pure is here: come, drink! ’tis freely offered still;</p> +<p class="t0">The Spirit and the Bride say, Come! Come, whosoever will.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c70">The Love of Many is Waxed Cold.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Are we suffering persecution, trying God’s commands to keep?</p> +<p class="t0">Are our spirits crushed within us? Do we oft in silence weep?</p> +<p class="t0">From the world naught else we look for; we expect its coldest frown;</p> +<p class="t0">But when those we love turn from us, how we sink in sorrow down!</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_089">[089]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Where we’ve felt God’s image planted, where in union we have prayed,</p> +<p class="t0">Where our faith has gained the victory, and we knew from Heaven our aid,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! what change has cooled the fervor; what could mean this cold retreat?</p> +<p class="t0">Lord, let thine in union ever, and in love, each other greet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">God’s own searching eye is on us! Jesus feels our every grief!</p> +<p class="t0">He’ll not leave his own thus wounded, but will bring them swift relief;</p> +<p class="t0">Making known our every duty, teaching where he’d have us go,</p> +<p class="t0">Saying, Fear not! I’ll be with you, and all needed help bestow.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though you see your bread withholden, find no place to lay your head;</p> +<p class="t0">Cast your all on Heaven’s protection: God to life can raise the dead!</p> +<p class="t0">Who the widow’s oil replenished? Who kept good her needed store,</p> +<p class="t0">When Elijah shared her morsel, having naught to purchase more?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If we blindly hug earth’s treasures, where shall we a shelter find?</p> +<p class="t0">Soon the plagues will be upon us! all then on the altar bind.</p> +<p class="t0">Do you say ’tis on the altar? By the fruit it will be known:</p> +<p class="t0">God is searching out his people, and is sealing for his own.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Let us fear lest we offend him, and he pass our dwelling by:</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_090">[090]</div> +<p class="t0">He will have a holy people, whom no plague can e’er come nigh.</p> +<p class="t0">Haste to get thee disentangled! Haste to get from bondage free!</p> +<p class="t0">Lose not for this world’s possessions, life and immortality!</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c71">Early Recollections.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I look back to the past, call to mind former days;</p> +<p class="t0">When life was all life, all illumined its rays;</p> +<p class="t0">When I entered the ball room in pleasing attire,</p> +<p class="t0">Having all that my vain mind or wish could desire.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I had naught here to check, all elated in mind,</p> +<p class="t0">Both pastor and people the gay circle joined;</p> +<p class="t0">When the priest craved a blessing on dainties most rare,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! why should I think any harm could be there?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No cloud had come o’er me; all prospects were bright;</p> +<p class="t0">This vain course I pursued with exquisite delight;</p> +<p class="t0">I dreamed not that tears would these pleasures efface,</p> +<p class="t0">That sickness and death would come in for a place.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But my own dear loved father, in manhood and bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Was called from life’s stage and consigned to the tomb;</p> +<p class="t0">How great such a change, and how solemn the day,</p> +<p class="t0">The same priest referred to was with us to pray.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Being then in youth’s bloom, in its glory and prime,</p> +<p class="t0">My grief wore away with the swiftness of time.</p> +<p class="t0">True, a loss I sustained in his death; but, all o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">I again joined the song and the dance as before.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_091">[091]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The scene soon was changed, we could just number years,</p> +<p class="t0">When my mother, my dear mother left me in tears;</p> +<p class="t0">She died e’re I’d come to the age of eighteen;</p> +<p class="t0">How deep was my grief, how afflictive the scene.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To cheer, friends and relatives strove but in vain;</p> +<p class="t0">From weeping incessant I scarce could refrain;</p> +<p class="t0">The wound seemed too deep for this world e’er to heal;</p> +<p class="t0">That I’d no hope in God, I was then brought to feel.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Repentance moved Jesus my sins to forgive;</p> +<p class="t0">I could trust in his word, on his promises live;</p> +<p class="t0">But I found no response, none to guide in the place;</p> +<p class="t0">Those around had no faith in a change wrought by grace.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Midst life’s changing scenes, I most happily found</p> +<p class="t0">A people who knew Heaven’s own joyful sound;</p> +<p class="t0">Our union and love then were truly divine,</p> +<p class="t0">I’d the witness, and knew Heaven’s blessings were mine.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I could then bless the Lord for this chastening rod;</p> +<p class="t0">How far above earth’s this enjoyment in God;</p> +<p class="t0">The hight of earth’s pleasures all dwindled away,</p> +<p class="t0">In the light and the glory of this blessed day.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c72">The Circle Broken.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This dear, lone room, a sacred place—</p> +<p class="t0">Here friends have met in love’s embrace;</p> +<p class="t0">Here, too, have died the loved and dear,</p> +<p class="t0">The circle first was broken here.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_092">[092]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The lonely hearth, the vacant chair,</p> +<p class="t0">But tell the father is not there.</p> +<p class="t0">The only daughter, loved and true,</p> +<p class="t0">Here bid earth’s scenes a last adieu.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I love here to recall the past,</p> +<p class="t0">And mourn o’er joys too bright to last.</p> +<p class="t0">In fancy’s vision here I see</p> +<p class="t0">Those forms so loved, so dear to me.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c73">The Christian’s Confidence.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We know that help on one is laid</p> +<p class="t0">Who has his life a ransom paid;</p> +<p class="t0">We know his blood can cleanse from sin,</p> +<p class="t0">And make us clean and pure within.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We know the arm that’s strong to save,</p> +<p class="t0">The power that rescues from the grave.</p> +<p class="t0">We know that ne’er Jehovah’s ear</p> +<p class="t0">Is deafened that he cannot hear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Taken in Satan’s artful snare,</p> +<p class="t0">Who once had power with God in prayer,</p> +<p class="t0">Their minds and hearts by sin enslaved—</p> +<p class="t0">Can such go through? can such be saved?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though we may not their case decide,</p> +<p class="t0">The faithful all will be supplied.</p> +<p class="t0">They’ll see “the cloud of radiant light,”</p> +<p class="t0">“The fount of glory” full and bright.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They see the signs fulfilling fast;</p> +<p class="t0">And soon earth’s conflict will be past:</p> +<p class="t0">Nor do they shrink from being there;</p> +<p class="t0">For they presume not nor despair.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_093">[093]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They know in whom they have believed;</p> +<p class="t0">Their Saviour victory has achieved.</p> +<p class="t0">Though heaven and earth to ruin go,</p> +<p class="t0">His promise will no failure know.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">No cause for doubts or darkness here,</p> +<p class="t0">For troubled mind or slavish fear.</p> +<p class="t0">Trials and crosses we’ll receive,</p> +<p class="t0">If some may turn to God and live.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But those who will not heed the call,</p> +<p class="t0">For God and Heaven to give up all,</p> +<p class="t0">May well sink down in dark despair;</p> +<p class="t0">For they will gain no entrance there.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c74">For a Gathering of the Aged.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Out from life’s hour glass we must see our sands have nearly run,</p> +<p class="t0">And we with social scenes in life shall surely soon have done.</p> +<p class="t0">Be this improved, then, for our good; our last days be our best,</p> +<p class="t0">And in the final gathering we be found among the blest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">On us is seen th’ effect of age; we see the furrowed brow.</p> +<p class="t0">Time’s stern realities o’ertake, and we are forced to bow.</p> +<p class="t0">Compared the once bright, sparkling eye, the rosy, blooming cheek,</p> +<p class="t0">Our present looks, infirmities, and form, do volumes speak.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_094">[094]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Though some most helpless, others bowed, on all is seen decay,</p> +<p class="t0">There’re those o’er three-score years and ten who’re youthful, blithe, and gay.</p> +<p class="t0">Be such, then, hopeful, full of life, as may become us here.</p> +<p class="t0">There’s much at best t’ embitter life, to make it sad and drear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We have unfading beauty here, if we have love divine,</p> +<p class="t0">Howe’er defaced by time and age will nature’s works outshine;</p> +<p class="t0">Its rays of light reflecting o’er this moral atmosphere,</p> +<p class="t0">Will still be seen and felt for good, though we may disappear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">This present meeting then will seem a little Heaven below,</p> +<p class="t0">Its influence, too, be spread abroad wherever we may go.</p> +<p class="t0">Be this the pleasing, glad result; and then in fadeless bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">We shall in beauty be arrayed beyond the silent tomb.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c75">Emptiness of Earth.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What though while here we soar in fame,</p> +<p class="t0">And gain earth’s most illustrious name,</p> +<p class="t0">Have heaps on heaps of sordid gold,</p> +<p class="t0">No pleasures here desired, withhold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be mayor, emperor and king;</p> +<p class="t0">To light and use improvements bring;</p> +<p class="t0">For having some great place explored,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_095">[095]</div> +<p class="t0">Be worshiped, honored and adored;</p> +<p class="t0">Your influence o’er an empire spread,</p> +<p class="t0">And you looked up to as the head;</p> +<p class="t0">What then? the king and hero dies;</p> +<p class="t0">And though ’tis said the great here lies,</p> +<p class="t0">’T might well be asked, “False marble, where?</p> +<p class="t0">Nothing but sordid dust lies here.”</p> +<p class="t0">Thus earth’s career, however grand,</p> +<p class="t0">When called before their judge to stand,</p> +<p class="t0">If not to God and Heaven resigned,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere to the tomb they were consigned,</p> +<p class="t0">Will prove no covering for the head,</p> +<p class="t0">Though banners here were for them spread.</p> +<p class="t0">What horror then must seize the heart,</p> +<p class="t0">When God commands, from him depart;</p> +<p class="t0">Though laws and statutes here they made,</p> +<p class="t0">This sentence then must be obeyed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sin’s dread beginning here we know,</p> +<p class="t0">Its issue none on earth can show;</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! the “end, the dreadful end,”</p> +<p class="t0">Of those who have in God no friend.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c76">The Christian’s Triumph.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ye idols all depart,</p> +<p class="t0">The Lord shall have my heart;</p> +<p class="t">I’m his by right.</p> +<p class="t0">On him my sins were laid;</p> +<p class="t0">He has my ransom paid,</p> +<p class="t">In God’s pure sight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Through him I’ll conquer too,</p> +<p class="t0">And all my sins subdue;</p> +<p class="t">In him be free.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_096">[096]</div> +<p class="t0">He died to have it so,</p> +<p class="t0">And in his strength I’ll go,</p> +<p class="t">Till him I see.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! shall I see his face,</p> +<p class="t0">And rest in his embrace</p> +<p class="t">Forevermore?</p> +<p class="t0">My soul is on the wing</p> +<p class="t0">To glorify my King;</p> +<p class="t">Him I adore.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">All Heaven adore him now,</p> +<p class="t0">In adoration bow;</p> +<p class="t">It is his due.</p> +<p class="t0">For saints shall swell the song</p> +<p class="t0">Of the angelic throng,</p> +<p class="t">In earth made new.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They’ll see him as he is,</p> +<p class="t0">And know that they are his;</p> +<p class="t">Be like him made.</p> +<p class="t0">In union, all the same,</p> +<p class="t0">There’ll be to his dear name,</p> +<p class="t">True homage paid.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail, that all-glorious place,</p> +<p class="t0">When all the ransomed race,</p> +<p class="t">Their voices raise;</p> +<p class="t0">And all with sweet accord,</p> +<p class="t0">Give glory to the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">In ceaseless praise.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In Eden beauty dressed,</p> +<p class="t0">Will be each heavenly guest,</p> +<p class="t">All blooming fair.</p> +<p class="t0">This inward truth we know,</p> +<p class="t0">And there we long to go;</p> +<p class="t">God will be there.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_097">[097]</div> +<h2 id="c77">A BRIEF SKETCH +<br /><span class="smaller">OF THE</span> +<br /><i><span class="large">Life, Last Sickness and Death</span></i> +<br /><span class="smaller">OF</span> +<br />ANNIE R. SMITH.</h2> +<p>Annie Rebekah Smith, only daughter of Samuel +and Rebekah Smith, was born in West Wilton, +N. H., March 16, 1828. When ten years of age, she +was converted and joined the Baptist church, in which +connection she remained till 1844, when she embraced +the doctrine of the soon coming of Christ, +and withdrew from the church that she might more +freely engage in the work of preparation for that +event. After the passing of the time in 1844, being +thrown with others into doubt respecting our position +in the prophetic calendar, she pursued her favorite occupations +of studying and teaching. Commencing +in 1844, as assistant in a select school kept by Miss +Sarah Livermore, in Wilton, between that time and +1850 she taught, in different places, seven district +schools, attending, meanwhile, a term each in Milford, +Hancock and New Ipswich, N. H., and six +terms at the Ladies’ Female Seminary in Charlestown, +Mass. At the latter place she fitted herself for +a teacher in Oil Painting and French.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_098">[098]</div> +<p>In 1850 she took a sketch of Boston and Charlestown +from Prospect Hill, Somerville, three miles +distant. The effort was too much for her eyes, and, +for about eight months she almost entirely lost the +use of them. On account of this difficulty, she was +obliged to decline a proposition to teach in the seminary +at Hancock, which made her misfortune seem +almost intolerable, so great was her disappointment. +The only alleviation which she found for her affliction +in this time, was in becoming an agent for, and +contributor to, “The Ladies’ Wreath,” a monthly +magazine published in New York. Her contributions +to this periodical, with the exception of a few +pieces published in the “Odd Fellow,” and some +other papers, were her first efforts at public writing.</p> +<p>Her friends in Charlestown, thinking the salt water +would prove a benefit to her eyes, invited her to +spend a season with them. She went in 1851, not +expecting to be gone many weeks, but did not return +till November, 1852, when she was called home by +the sickness and death of her father. During her stay +in Boston and vicinity she went to Portland and +Nova Scotia. I requested her to go once, to please +me, to sister Temple’s, in Boston, to a Seventh-day +Adventist meeting. Some remarkable incidents in +connection with her attendance at this meeting, together +with the faithful efforts of the friends of the +truth, arrested her attention; and in about three +weeks she committed herself upon the Sabbath and +its attendant truths. The next week she sent to the +<span class="pb" id="Page_099">[099]</span> +“Advent Review” the piece of poetry entitled “Fear +not, Little Flock,” which was her first contribution +to that paper. The “Review” was then published +in Saratoga, N. Y., and she was immediately requested +to take a position in that office. She replied +that she could not, on account of the trouble with +her eyes, but was told to come as she was, or to that +effect. Arriving there, the directions in James 5:14, +15, were followed, and her eyes were so far strengthened +in answer to prayer, that she was soon enabled +to engage without restraint in the work of the office.</p> +<p>With strong faith and fervent zeal, she entered +heartily into the work. She rejoiced in the new-found +truth. The whole current of her mind was +changed, and nobler aspirations took possession of +her heart. From a position of exaltation and honor +among men, she had now turned her eyes to an inheritance +incorruptible, undefiled, reserved in Heaven +for the followers of Christ, and to a place at last with +the redeemed before the throne. Her contributions +to the “Review” while it was published in Saratoga +and Rochester, N. Y., afterwards published in her +volume of poems, entitled, “Home here, and Home +in Heaven,” show the themes upon which her mind +delighted to dwell.</p> +<p>In November, 1852, as already stated, she was +called home by the sickness of her father, who died +the first of December following. In January, 1853, +before returning to N. Y., she was solicited, in connection +with her brother Uriah, to take charge of the +<span class="pb" id="Page_100">[100]</span> +Academy in Mont Vernon, N. H., with a salary for +the first year, of one thousand dollars, and a prospect +of increase as they should bring the school up to a +greater degree of prosperity. But she preferred to +labor in some capacity where her efforts would tend +more directly to spread a knowledge of the truth +among the people, and lead them to seek salvation +through Christ the Saviour of men. She therefore +declined the offer, preferring, without any pecuniary +consideration, to again connect herself with the +office.</p> +<p>Two years later, in November, 1854, she came home +to West Wilton, suffering under the first stages of +that disease which shortly brought her to the grave. +The following from a letter to a friend, written soon +after her death, sets forth the occasion of her last +sickness, and the circumstances attending the closing +hours of her life:</p> +<p class="bq">On account of sickness in the family where she +boarded, she assisted in the kitchen awhile, where was +a warm stove, and in consequence of a letter being +left, she hastened with it to the office unprepared for +a cold, wet morning. Had she returned immediately, +as she should have done, all might have been well. +But she stayed through the day, as her work was +there, and became very cold and chilly. That cold +undoubtedly seated itself immediately upon her lungs, +and threw her into night sweats and a hard cough, +which ended but with her life.</p> +<p class="bq">So rapid was the wasting process of her disease, +that within six weeks from the time she took the +cold, she rode up in the cars, on her way home, with +an intimate acquaintance of hers who did not know +<span class="pb" id="Page_101">[101]</span> +her. He told me he thought of her, but thought it +could not be Annie, she was so altered in her looks, +being so poor and pale. Her brother Samuel said he +did not think he should have known her had he met +her unexpectedly, and said with a most dejected look, +“<i>I don’t think she will live.</i>”</p> +<p class="bq">She came home the 7th of November, kept about +and worked some till about the 1st of December, when +she had a very distressed day, and raised blood. Having +confidence in water treatment, she went where +she could receive such treatment, to see the effect it +would have, and to get information. She continued +this course till the following February. She felt better +while under the exhilarating effect of the water, +but became satisfied that she was no better.</p> +<p class="bq">The 14th of February, most providentially, Bro. +Joseph Bates called on us, and stopped till the 18th. +This was the occasion of a great blessing to her. At +the commencement of the Sabbath, the 16th, the +spirit and power of God descended upon her, and she +praised God with a loud voice. I felt at the same +time the sweet influence of Heaven, and the presence +of holy angels. I believed God was hearing prayer, +and granting his blessing, and joined them in praising +and giving glory to his name. Bro. B. then +said to Annie, “You needed this blessing, and now if +the Lord sees that it is best for you to be laid away +in the grave, he will go with you.”</p> +<p class="bq">She appeared some stronger and better a few days +in the day time, but I could not see that she rested, or +was much different nights. Her cough remained obstinate, +and I do not think the disease was ever stayed. +She was greatly strengthened in a spiritual point of +view, and engaged more earnestly in exhorting people +to believe the Word, and be ready for the coming +of the Lord. She would feel impressed to go out and +talk with different individuals upon the truth, and +was strengthened and blessed in so doing. Victory +<span class="pb" id="Page_102">[102]</span> +was generally gained, so that the truth was verified, +that whom the Lord makes free is free indeed. We +had from that time as long as she lived, some of the +most sweet, melting seasons of prayer that I ever enjoyed, +often accompanied with shouts of praise to the +Lord.</p> +<p class="bq">It was evident to all around that Annie was failing. +Her symptoms became alarming. The 20th of +March her brother Samuel was taken suddenly and +very sick with influenza and fever, three miles and +a half away at his boarding place, and unable to get +home. Annie said I must go and attend upon him, +even if she never saw me again.</p> +<p class="bq">The 30th she went to Mason Village to stay with +sister Gorham, while I was with her brother. While +there, word came that Annie was much worse. The +12th of April I went to Mason Village, and found +her very much worse than I expected. For twelve +days her death was almost hourly expected by those +around. She said to me, “Mother, that poem I’ve +been writing since January, 1855, [since published +under the title of “Home Here and Home in Heaven,”] +I suppose must all be lost. It is unconnected, +and nothing can be done with it to advantage, without +me.” I went to Wilton and got the papers containing +what she had written, but she was not able to +do anything with them. She then prayed that she +might be enabled to finish the poem, and prepare the +book she had in contemplation; that if she did not +live, it might be that through it, she being dead would +yet speak, and that good might be done.</p> +<p class="bq">Sabbath April 21, the meeting was at sister Gorham’s. +We did not hold it in her room on account +of her low state of health, but went in to close the +exercises, when to our surprise she commenced praying +with more than usual strength. The presence of +God was manifested, and his power rested down upon +her in a remarkable manner. She said she was +<span class="pb" id="Page_103">[103]</span> +raised up to go home, and to do the will of the Lord. +She rested better that night than she had for a long +while. The next day she rode to Wilton, seven miles, +to the astonishment of all. Many from our village +had been to see her, and taken their leave, never expecting +to see her again; and when they saw the carriage +drive up, they came in to inquire when she +died. Great was their surprise to find her able to +walk about the room. She was again in her own +quiet home, and soon commenced on her work. She +was not able to write much herself, and I kept paper +and pencil to write what she dictated at her will.</p> +<p class="bq">The 28th of May she had arranged and composed +the last verse of her poem “Home Here and Home in +Heaven.” The 29th, her brother Uriah came home +just in time to write it off for the press, and to assist +her in arranging her other poetry for reprinting. +She, however, made some alterations, and some little +additions while he was copying it.</p> +<p class="bq">She dreamed in February that she was with a people, +seemingly spectators, and before her was the most +beautiful road, which glistened like gold. There was +a company arranged by the side, and some one came +to her with a peony, and said to her, “You must go +over upon that road and hold up this peony.” She +stood there dressed in white, holding up the peony, +when she awoke with the most pleasing impression, +that she had yet something more to do for the Lord. +She fully believed after she came from Mason, +that she should accomplish the work she had in view, +and that this was what was represented by her dream. +The peony was her favorite flower, and as soon as +they were in blossom, Uriah sketched and engraved +one for the book, as is seen on the title page.</p> +<p class="bq">She often said in view of her dream, that when the +book was done there would be a change in her. She +should either be raised up to live, or she should die. +Her prayer was answered. The book was all done +<span class="pb" id="Page_104">[104]</span> +on her part, and as she had a desire to see the proof-sheet +of her poem, and heard that help was needed +at the office, she said to Uriah, “I feel bad to have +you staying on my account, when it seems you might +be accomplishing more good.” It was thought she +might live till frosty nights, if no longer. Under +these considerations, Uriah left for Rochester the 17th +of July. He had not been gone with the manuscript; +more than three hours, when she said, “I am ready +now to die;” and she did not live quite ten days after.</p> +<p class="bq">The 18th she wrote the piece “Our Duty.” The +19th, at 3 o’clock, <span class="sc">P. M.</span>, she said, “Mother, some +change has taken place. I don’t think I shall live +through the day.” I saw there was a change, and +stayed by her. Night drew on. No one happened +in. She said, “It seems to me I could not breathe to +have many in the room.” I told her I was not afraid +to be alone with her if she did die. She seemed gratified, +as she wanted everything as quiet as could be, +and she was not able to talk much with people if they +were in. Her brother John and myself stayed with her +during the night, when it seemed that any moment +might be her last. She delivered many messages +for different individuals, especially for her brother +Samuel, if she did not live to see him. She said, +“My mind was never clearer; I could do a sum in +arithmetic.”</p> +<p class="bq">About 2 o’clock she looked very happy. I said to +John, “Annie is being blessed.” She soon exclaimed, +“Glory to God,” a number of times, louder than she +had spoken for a long while. She said, “Heaven is +opened. I know Jesus is mine, and that he will save +me. I shall come forth at the first resurrection;” +and exhorted us to prepare for the time of trouble, +and to be ready to meet her at that day, which she +said she did not think was far distant.</p> +<p class="bq">Friday morning, the 20th, I wanted to write to +Uriah, but she said “It will make no difference, I think +<span class="pb" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +I am dying; don’t leave me, mother, while I live.” +We sent for Samuel, and for sister Gorham. She remained +about the same. Those who came in thought +she must be just gone. They said it did not seem +like a sick and dying room, she appeared so happy. +She would look upon them and smile when she could +not speak. Sabbath, July 21, she seemed better. +Sunday, the 22d, more distressed, though she had +some pleasing, and I trust profitable intercourse with +her relatives and some of her particular friends. +Monday morning, more comfortable. Some of us entertained +hopes that she might, even then, revive and +live. Monday night her distress returned. She said, +“I think I cannot live.” Thursday morning, the 24th, +she composed her last two verses, “Oh! shed not a tear +o’er the spot where I sleep,” &c. In the afternoon +she had a conflict with the enemy, and seemed to lose +sight of Jesus. I told her it was no strange thing; +it was only a sign the Lord was near and would deliver. +She found it even so. Before night she was +enabled to triumph over all the powers of darkness, +and praised God aloud. She prayed for patience to +suffer all her Father’s will, saying, “I shall not suffer +any too much. I can bear anything while Jesus sustains +me;” and many like expressions.</p> +<p class="bq">Tuesday night was a solemn and interesting night. +I stayed with her alone through the night. Neither +of us slept. She was very happy, and talked much +with me. She said in her former familiar way, “My +mother, I’ve been afraid I should wear you all out. +I’ve called after you by night and by day.” She felt +bad to have me kept up as I was on her account. +But she said, “I am here now, your dying girl. I +think this is the last night, and you must be sure to +rest when I am gone. O, my blessed mother, I shall +bless you in Heaven for taking such care of me. No +sorrow or suffering there. We shall all be free there. +Yes, we shall all be free when we arrive at home, and +<span class="pb" id="Page_106">[106]</span> +we shall live forever. Yes, and I can smile upon you +now through all my sufferings.” It was her last +suffering night. Wednesday, the 25th, a death coldness +was upon her. In the afternoon she became +more free from pain and distress. While speaking in +the evening of taking care of her, she said, “I shall +not want any one to sit up; you can lie on the lounge.” +At 1 o’clock I called Samuel. She talked with him, +called for what she wanted as usual, and told him he +might lie down. About three o’clock she called him +to wet her head with water, and said she felt sleepy. +She was indeed going into her last sleep. Samuel +wet her head, and soon after spoke to me and said, +“I don’t know but Annie is dying.” I spoke to her. +She took no notice, breathed a few times, and died +apparently as easy as any one going into a natural +sleep. Her sufferings were over. She was gone. It +was 4 o’clock in the morning, July 26, 1855.</p> +<p class="bq">She gave many directions about her burial; wanted +as little parade as possible. We were expecting Bro. +and sister White. We had had a letter from Bro. H. +O. Nichols, saying they were expected there, and +would be likely to call on us about that time. Brn. +Bates, Burr and Nichols were written to, but circumstances +prevented any of them from attending her +funeral. Bro. Hastings and others spoke, prayed, and +sung, to the edification of all. The hymns selected +were, “Unconscious now in peaceful sleep,” and “She +hath passed death’s chilling billow.” It has since +been said by the friends that they never attended a +more interesting funeral.</p> +<p class="bq">Annie looked very natural; more so than at any +time after she came home. It was remarked that a +holy sweetness seemed to rest upon her countenance, +while her remains were with us. Annie had many +favors shown her. For the interest and friendship +manifested, the friends have my sincere love and gratitude. +Though I ever thought much of them, they +<span class="pb" id="Page_107">[107]</span> +seem doubly dear since her death, especially Bro. and +sister White, with whom she was so long connected. +Annie loved them, and manifested an interest for +them, and the work there till the last. Bro. White +made her the generous donation of seventy-five dollars +and other valuable presents, during her sickness.</p> +<p class="bq">It was a great satisfaction that I had Annie with +me, and that I was enabled to take care of her while +she lived. Her complaints required an uneven temperature +of the room, which was unfavorable for me. +I took one cold after another, and was very much +worn down at the time of her death. I took an additional +cold when she was buried, and have scarcely +been able to do anything since. I have thought sometimes, +that what I had the privilege of doing for Annie, +was worth my life, if it must go; and if it were +not that I was still needed as a mother, I would now +myself willingly lay off the burden of life’s duties +and cares.</p> +<p><i>West Wilton, N. H., Sept. 16, 1855.</i></p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_109">[109]</div> +<h2>POEMS, BY ANNIE R. SMITH.</h2> +<h3 id="c78">The Friends of my Youth: Where are They?</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, where are they who once did tread</p> +<p class="t0">With me, in youth’s sweet sunny morn,</p> +<p class="t0">The winding labyrinths that led</p> +<p class="t0">Where sweetest flowers the path adorn;</p> +<p class="t0">And gladsome birds send forth their lay,</p> +<p class="t0">And rivulets murmur on their way?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh, where are all the glad and gay,</p> +<p class="t0">That filled the brightly-lighted hall;</p> +<p class="t0">With loving hearts to music’s lay,</p> +<p class="t0">Responded to the joyous call?</p> +<p class="t0">With blooming cheeks and beaming eye,</p> +<p class="t0">They dreamed of joy and heaved no sigh.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Some swept adown life’s rolling tide,</p> +<p class="t0">By summer breezes borne along,</p> +<p class="t0">With prosperous gale they gently glide,</p> +<p class="t0">Like some sweet fairy boat of song;</p> +<p class="t0">And bask in pleasure’s sunny fold,</p> +<p class="t0">And revel in their glittering gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And some are rudely borne along,</p> +<p class="t0">By dark misfortune’s chilly blast;</p> +<p class="t0">The storm and tempest coming on,</p> +<p class="t0">The sky with clouds is overcast,</p> +<p class="t0">Till weary of their toil and care,</p> +<p class="t0">They sink in darkness and despair.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_110">[110]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And some, whose sunny hopes have fled,</p> +<p class="t0">Like th’ withered and deserted flower,</p> +<p class="t0">On which no tenderness is shed,—</p> +<p class="t0">They sicken in a single hour;</p> +<p class="t0">And e’en in youth and beauty’s bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Are ushered to the silent tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And some in yonder graveyard sleep,</p> +<p class="t0">Beneath the ever verdant soil;</p> +<p class="t0">Where mortals ne’er are known to weep:</p> +<p class="t0">They rest from all their pain and toil;</p> +<p class="t0">Away from care, from sin set free,</p> +<p class="t0">They peaceful rest, O God, in Thee.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A few are left to struggle on,</p> +<p class="t0">Through dangers that beset life’s way;</p> +<p class="t0">To mourn that all the loved are gone,</p> +<p class="t0">To weep and struggle, and to pray,</p> +<p class="t0">That all in Heaven at last may meet,</p> +<p class="t0">And joy each other there to greet.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c79">Ode to the Winds.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on, ye whistling winds,</p> +<p class="t">As though ye fain would seek</p> +<p class="t0">Some quiet rest ye cannot find,</p> +<p class="t">In this cold world so bleak.</p> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on; ye bring to mind</p> +<p class="t">The bright and joyful past;</p> +<p class="t0">The golden hours of sunny yore,</p> +<p class="t">That were too bright to last.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on, ye whistling winds,</p> +<p class="t">Like thee, ’mid bitter tears,</p> +<p class="t0">In vain I sigh for brighter days,</p> +<p class="t">In other happier years.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_111">[111]</div> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on; ye seem to tell</p> +<p class="t">That all things here decay;</p> +<p class="t0">The brightest flowers the soonest oft</p> +<p class="t">Will droop and pass away.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on, ye whistling winds;</p> +<p class="t">Thy strange, mysterious voice</p> +<p class="t0">Seems like some spirit hovering near,</p> +<p class="t">Bidding my heart rejoice.</p> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on; for oh! ye tell</p> +<p class="t">Of a long, peaceful home,</p> +<p class="t0">Beyond this dark and fleeting world,</p> +<p class="t">Where sorrows never come.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on, ye whistling winds;</p> +<p class="t">Your moaning, solemn tone</p> +<p class="t0">Does with this heart so well accord,</p> +<p class="t">So dreary, sad and lone.</p> +<p class="t0">Sound on, sound on; for oh! ye’ve power</p> +<p class="t">To soothe each rising sigh,</p> +<p class="t0">And waft my spirit far away,</p> +<p class="t">Where pleasures never die.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c80">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Suggested by the Wreck of the Minot Ledge Lighthouse.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">On the rock, a beacon lighted,</p> +<p class="t">Shone upon the stormy wave;</p> +<p class="t0">There to guide the bark, benighted:</p> +<p class="t">Home of those, the true and brave.</p> +<p class="t0">Clouds of wrath the skies are veiling,</p> +<p class="t">Danger, wreck, and death are nigh;</p> +<p class="t0">Lone and wild, the sea-bird’s wailing</p> +<p class="t">As the storm-wind whistles by.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_112">[112]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tempests rave—fierce roars the ocean,</p> +<p class="t">Higher swells the angry foam;</p> +<p class="t0">Winds and waves in wild commotion,</p> +<p class="t">Fearful rock their storm-tossed home.</p> +<p class="t0">Night of anguish, wo and sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">Wrapt in midnight’s pall of gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Gleams no light upon the morrow,</p> +<p class="t">Dark beneath a watery tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hark! the bell is loudly ringing</p> +<p class="t">With a deep, and solemn wail.</p> +<p class="t0">Death-like knells around are flinging,</p> +<p class="t">In the wild, terrific gale.</p> +<p class="t0">Still, the beacon-light is flashing,</p> +<p class="t">None could reach them from the shore.</p> +<p class="t0">Towering waves, in fury dashing,</p> +<p class="t">They must sink to rise no more.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Wrecks along the shore are lying,</p> +<p class="t">On the heaving surges tossed;</p> +<p class="t0">Mournful winds and waves are sighing,</p> +<p class="t">Ocean’s requiem for the lost;</p> +<p class="t0">Mighty dome, by tempest shattered,</p> +<p class="t">Billows o’er thee darkly sweep,</p> +<p class="t0">Treasure far more precious, scattered</p> +<p class="t">In the bosom of the deep.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Far beneath the rolling billow,</p> +<p class="t">Sleep the noble, young and brave;</p> +<p class="t0">Ocean’s coral bed their pillow,</p> +<p class="t">And their shroud, the foamy wave;</p> +<p class="t0">Wreck or monument, may never</p> +<p class="t">Point the fatal rock, swept bare;</p> +<p class="t0">But enshrined in memory, ever,</p> +<p class="t">Faithful hearts that perished there.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_113">[113]</div> +<h3 id="c81">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Addressed to a little Orphan Child.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">I see thee happy now,</p> +<p class="t0">With glossy ringlets waving</p> +<p class="t">O’er thy sunny brow;</p> +<p class="t0">With tender heart as light and free</p> +<p class="t">As birds in summer air,</p> +<p class="t0">With beauty, grace, that well might vie</p> +<p class="t">With rose and lily fair.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">The tears steal down my cheek,</p> +<p class="t0">For oh! how little dreamest thou</p> +<p class="t">The world is cold and bleak;</p> +<p class="t0">How little knowest thou the toil,</p> +<p class="t">The turmoil, care, and strife,</p> +<p class="t0">The tears, the sighs, that may beset</p> +<p class="t">The orphan’s path in life.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">’Tis bitter hard to roam</p> +<p class="t0">In this cold, dark, unfeeling world,</p> +<p class="t">Both friendless and alone,</p> +<p class="t0">Where friendship ends in selfish aims,</p> +<p class="t">Lips smile but to deceive,</p> +<p class="t0">Unkindness mars the spirit’s peace,</p> +<p class="t">And leaves the heart to grieve.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">For thee is pained my heart;</p> +<p class="t0">Should sickness pale thy rosy cheek,</p> +<p class="t">And light and hope depart,—</p> +<p class="t0">Oh, who would then be near to bathe</p> +<p class="t">The weary, aching head,</p> +<p class="t0">And twine around thee, arms of love,</p> +<p class="t">And joy and gladness shed.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_114">[114]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">Thou’lt miss a mother’s care,</p> +<p class="t0">To watch thy youthful steps,</p> +<p class="t">Thy little griefs to share;</p> +<p class="t0">No voice is like a mother’s voice,</p> +<p class="t">No look so sweet and mild,</p> +<p class="t0">No smile is like her loving smile,</p> +<p class="t">Upon a darling child.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! ye who revel in your ease,</p> +<p class="t">The orphan’s cry should heed,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor with a cold indifference</p> +<p class="t">Treat them in hour of need.</p> +<p class="t0">Ye know not of the anguish deep,</p> +<p class="t">That rends their aching heart,</p> +<p class="t0">Or of the woe and misery</p> +<p class="t">Your cold words may impart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">May angels guide their way,</p> +<p class="t0">For there are thousand treacherous paths,</p> +<p class="t">That lead the feet astray.</p> +<p class="t0">Sin comes in many a dazzling form,—</p> +<p class="t">Fearful the tempter’s power,</p> +<p class="t0">Oh, God of love forbid thy fall,</p> +<p class="t">In the dark, trying hour.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">Should tears e’er dim the eye,</p> +<p class="t0">And grief and sorrow fill the soul,</p> +<p class="t">And friends no one be nigh;</p> +<p class="t0">There is a friend above, on whom</p> +<p class="t">Cast all thy earthly care,</p> +<p class="t0">Who ne’er forsakes the fatherless,</p> +<p class="t">But hears the orphan’s prayer.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_115">[115]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">I would not shade thy brow,</p> +<p class="t0">By telling thee of after years,</p> +<p class="t">To make thee sorrow now.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh, no! in childish innocence</p> +<p class="t">Play on with life and glee,</p> +<p class="t0">With dimpled cheek and joyous laugh,</p> +<p class="t">So happy, pure and free.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Poor little orphan child!</p> +<p class="t">Blest be thy passage o’er</p> +<p class="t0">The ever changing sea of life,</p> +<p class="t">To Canaan’s peaceful shore.</p> +<p class="t0">There mayst thou safely land</p> +<p class="t">Where sorrow ne’er will come,</p> +<p class="t0">To join thy loved—that happy band</p> +<p class="t">In one eternal home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c82">Oh! Let me be on the Stormy Sea.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,</p> +<p class="t">Where darksome clouds arise;</p> +<p class="t0">When the waters dash and the lightnings flash,</p> +<p class="t">Along the dismal skies;</p> +<p class="t0">There I should be so wild and free.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me roam, on the ocean wave</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! give me a home.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,</p> +<p class="t">When the tempests madly rave;</p> +<p class="t0">Where no voice is heard, save the wild sea bird,</p> +<p class="t">As it skims o’er the foamy wave;</p> +<p class="t0">No strife and care would reach me there.</p> +<p class="t0">Then let me roam, on the ocean wave</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! give me a home.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_116">[116]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,</p> +<p class="t">For there is the home of the brave;</p> +<p class="t0">We never fear when danger’s near,</p> +<p class="t">Tossed on the towering wave;</p> +<p class="t0">Boldly they sail through wind and gale.</p> +<p class="t0">There let me roam, on the ocean wave</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! give me a home.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,</p> +<p class="t">Where the raging billows bound;</p> +<p class="t0">Where the roaring surge and mournful dirge</p> +<p class="t">Is ever heard around;</p> +<p class="t0">Where the wild winds sigh, as they whistle by.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! there would I roam, on the ocean wave</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! give me a home.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,</p> +<p class="t">Far down in the briny deep;</p> +<p class="t0">On corals gay, myriads lay,</p> +<p class="t">In their last silent sleep.</p> +<p class="t0">Beneath the wave, a wat’ry grave</p> +<p class="t0">They’ve found. No more they’ll roam—</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath ocean’s wave they’ve found a home.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c83">The Exiled Prisoner.</h3> +<p class="subttl">Lines occasioned by the Story of an Exile who died of +grief on meeting a former friend.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I met him in his gloomy cell,</p> +<p class="t">Where all alone and sad,</p> +<p class="t0">He spent the darksome day and night</p> +<p class="t">In homely vesture clad.</p> +<p class="t0">No golden sunlight ever threw</p> +<p class="t">Its lustre o’er his room;</p> +<p class="t0">No gladsome voices ever cheered</p> +<p class="t">Its dreariness and gloom.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_117">[117]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! he was fair and beautiful,</p> +<p class="t">With clustering auburn hair,</p> +<p class="t0">That waved in many a ringlet o’er</p> +<p class="t">The brow of genius rare—</p> +<p class="t0">The loved in his sweet native land,</p> +<p class="t">The pride of his dear home,</p> +<p class="t0">Once he, who sat within these walls,</p> +<p class="t">In iron fetters lone.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I wept as I did on him look,</p> +<p class="t">For we were friends in youth;</p> +<p class="t0">Together trod the selfsame path</p> +<p class="t">Of wisdom and of truth;</p> +<p class="t0">Together roamed o’er hill and dale,</p> +<p class="t">As happy, light, and free</p> +<p class="t0">As joyous birds in summer air,</p> +<p class="t">In boyish pride and glee.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! strangely altered now his face,</p> +<p class="t">Depicted with despair;</p> +<p class="t0">Yet still methought that I could trace</p> +<p class="t">Some former beauty there.</p> +<p class="t0">Yet something of the light had gone</p> +<p class="t">That flashed his raven eye,</p> +<p class="t0">And pallid cheek, and thin, white lip,</p> +<p class="t">Told of full many a sigh.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! tell me, friend, in grief he cried,</p> +<p class="t">About my joyful home,</p> +<p class="t0">And those bright, sunny fields o’er which</p> +<p class="t">We used to sport and roam.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! is the waterfall still there,</p> +<p class="t">Wherein I used to play,</p> +<p class="t0">Without one thought of grief and care,</p> +<p class="t">Through all the livelong day.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_118">[118]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And is my father, mother, there,</p> +<p class="t">And brother, sister kind?</p> +<p class="t0">And do they know my hopeless lot,</p> +<p class="t">In this dark cell confined?</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! could I see them but once more,</p> +<p class="t">And press them to my breast,</p> +<p class="t0">And meet their sweet, forgiving smile,</p> +<p class="t">My weary soul could rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! had I not too fondly loved,</p> +<p class="t">I had not seen this day,</p> +<p class="t0">Apart from all that I hold dear,</p> +<p class="t">Alone to waste away.</p> +<p class="t0">A rival came—with vilest art</p> +<p class="t">Allured her from my side,</p> +<p class="t0">And triumphed in my loss, until</p> +<p class="t">She found him false, and died.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Sick of the world, I left my home,</p> +<p class="t">Far from parental care;</p> +<p class="t0">I roved, a wild and thoughtless thing,</p> +<p class="t">Exposed to every snare,</p> +<p class="t0">Till tossed on fortune’s faithless sea,</p> +<p class="t">I sought to drown my woe</p> +<p class="t0">In revelry and crime, that’s brought</p> +<p class="t">Me in this dungeon low.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! cruel Fate that bids me dwell</p> +<p class="t">In this cold, living tomb!</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! mother, couldst thou see me here,</p> +<p class="t">And know my deepest gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">Thou wouldst forgive thy erring son,</p> +<p class="t">And heal his broken heart;</p> +<p class="t0">Repenting, thou wouldst soothe his grief,</p> +<p class="t">And words of love impart.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_119">[119]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Upon his knees, his hands he clasped,</p> +<p class="t">In agony he cried—</p> +<p class="t0">We part! the past comes o’er my brain</p> +<p class="t">Like an overwhelming tide;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis like a dark and troubled dream,</p> +<p class="t">That fain I would forget—</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! through all the day and night</p> +<p class="t">Its horror haunts me yet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! wildly now he gazed around</p> +<p class="t">The cell; no more he said,</p> +<p class="t0">Save in some broken accents wild,</p> +<p class="t">For reason now had fled.</p> +<p class="t0">I looked again—his noble form</p> +<p class="t">Lay stretched upon the floor;</p> +<p class="t0">He gave one last, one bitter groan—</p> +<p class="t">The prisoner was no more.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c84">The Clouds.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How beautiful the clouds,</p> +<p class="t0">The morning’s purple clouds;</p> +<p class="t0">How sweet they calm reposing lie</p> +<p class="t0">In yonder deep blue azure sky,</p> +<p class="t0">Streaked with crimson pale and red,</p> +<p class="t0">Fair as violets in their bed;</p> +<p class="t0">Gliding, floating, moving ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How beautiful the clouds,</p> +<p class="t0">The noontide’s burning clouds;</p> +<p class="t0">Mountains of pure white driven snow,</p> +<p class="t0">In upper regions on they go;</p> +<p class="t0">Pillars of ever living light,</p> +<p class="t0">Piles of crystal gems as bright,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_120">[120]</div> +<p class="t0">Gliding, moving, hurrying ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How beautiful the clouds,</p> +<p class="t0">The dark and rolling clouds;</p> +<p class="t0">With tempest, storm, and fury crowned,</p> +<p class="t0">Where lightnings fiercely play around;</p> +<p class="t0">Terrific, grand, sublime, they rise</p> +<p class="t0">When pealing thunders rend the skies;</p> +<p class="t0">Whirling, heaving, rolling ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How beautiful the clouds,</p> +<p class="t0">The golden sunset clouds;</p> +<p class="t0">Tinged with yellow, mellow light,</p> +<p class="t0">Warm, rich hues that gladden sight;</p> +<p class="t0">As sinks the wave in ocean’s breast,</p> +<p class="t0">So fades the many-colored west;</p> +<p class="t0">Fading, passing, gliding ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How beautiful the clouds,</p> +<p class="t0">The evening, moonlit clouds;</p> +<p class="t0">On tireless wings of snowy hue</p> +<p class="t0">They move through heaven’s ethereal blue;</p> +<p class="t0">Like fairy forms of crystal light,</p> +<p class="t0">Arrayed in robes of silver white;</p> +<p class="t0">Gliding, floating, moving ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And in our weary march,</p> +<p class="t0">The whirling, passing clouds</p> +<p class="t0">Are emblems of life’s hurried way,</p> +<p class="t0">Swift passing down its fleeting day;</p> +<p class="t0">In smiles and tears the restless mind</p> +<p class="t0">Is ever seeking—ne’er to find—</p> +<p class="t0">A resting place—but hurrying ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_121">[121]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Youth’s hopes, oh! what are they,</p> +<p class="t0">But clouds of changing hue;</p> +<p class="t0">Sometimes they’re tinged with golden light,</p> +<p class="t0">Beaming with softening beauty bright;</p> +<p class="t0">Like clouds they fade, they pass, they die,</p> +<p class="t0">And leave no trace upon the sky;</p> +<p class="t0">Fleeting, fading, passing ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I’d be, when life shall wane,</p> +<p class="t0">Like white-winged clouds of even;</p> +<p class="t0">Through fields of endless day I’d roam,</p> +<p class="t0">And find me there a starry home;</p> +<p class="t0">Beyond this world, far, far, away,</p> +<p class="t0">To Heaven’s own light I’d wing my way;</p> +<p class="t0">Through realms of bliss there roaming ever</p> +<p class="t0">Onward, onward, stopping never.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c85">The Unchanged.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I saw her ’mid the birds and blossoms when a rosy laughing child,</p> +<p class="t0">Playing by the silver rivulet, joyous in its murmurings wild;</p> +<p class="t0">Now wandering o’er the sunny green with buoyant step and free,</p> +<p class="t0">In the mild and balmy breeze that fanned the flowery lee.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In life’s fair spring-time, when the heart is lightest, free from care,</p> +<p class="t0">When fancy spreads her pinions wide and soars on wings of air,</p> +<p class="t0">Earth’s mantling robe, so brightly decked with rainbow-colored hue,</p> +<p class="t0">Came o’er the soul in visions soft as falls the pearly dew.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_122">[122]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The morn of youth was on her cheek when love her bosom thrilled,</p> +<p class="t0">With golden dreams of future bliss her gentle soul was filled—</p> +<p class="t0">Unsullied by the world’s cold strife, its darkness and untruth,</p> +<p class="t0">When in its tender infancy, the guileless love of youth.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">She thought the world could ne’er be lone while one might not depart,</p> +<p class="t0">Who was the worshiped idol of her young and trusting heart;</p> +<p class="t0">His dark eyes woke the flame within of soul-lit lustrous hue,</p> +<p class="t0">To be unquenched—the holy light of pure devotion true.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Genius marked his lofty brow for wreathing chaplets fair,</p> +<p class="t0">And from the deeply-treasured fount of knowledge rich and rare,</p> +<p class="t0">She quaffed the crystal streams that flowed, with kind and fervent heart,</p> +<p class="t0">As flowers will gather sweetness that may never more depart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And oft she gazed with rapture on that bright angelic face,</p> +<p class="t0">So radiant and beautiful with eloquence and grace;</p> +<p class="t0">His voice, like tones of music sweet, bound with a magic spell,</p> +<p class="t0">As gems of wisdom from his lips in heavenly accents fell.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In fashion’s brilliant halls, where gay alluring pleasures throng,</p> +<p class="t0">No flattering smiles could win her from her childhood’s happy song;</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_123">[123]</div> +<p class="t0">When many a garland twined her brow and passion’s voice soft fell,</p> +<p class="t0">She was true to him who knew not how she had loved so well.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! cruel fate that bids the shades of change with fleeting years,</p> +<p class="t0">Sad separation’s bitter pang must dim with burning tears—</p> +<p class="t0">Like some lone beacon’s glimmering ray the star of hope shall be,</p> +<p class="t0">To guide the bark by tempest driven o’er life’s dark, troubled sea.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The cherished love of early years say not she can forget,</p> +<p class="t0">That springs in youth’s fresh vernal prime, and with its tears are wet;</p> +<p class="t0">Its tender buddings crushed may be, and blighted its return,</p> +<p class="t0">Its wasted fragrance lingers still around its broken urn.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When time shall fade youth’s glowing charms, its joy and romance fled,</p> +<p class="t0">Love’s purest flame is shining o’er the altar of the dead—</p> +<p class="t0">Through desert paths and weary of life’s ever-changing day,</p> +<p class="t0">With light and peace his memory shall pave her lonely way.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I saw her in the moonlit vale, a lovely maiden’s form,</p> +<p class="t0">Her spirit in illusions wrapped, her cheek with vigor warm;</p> +<p class="t0">Untouched by sorrow’s withering hand, so pale, for hers were dreams</p> +<p class="t0">Of other years—that for the night had cast their halo beams.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_124">[124]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And may the silken tie so fond, unbroken e’er remain,</p> +<p class="t0">Bright angels hover round her way to shield till life shall wane;</p> +<p class="t0">Unchanging be the heart’s first love, till in immortal bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">In yonder Paradise her home and rest beyond the tomb.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c86">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Written on the Death of Lorenzo D. Upham.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lamented youth, thy spirit now has fled,</p> +<p class="t">Thy youthful form in earth’s cold bosom lies.</p> +<p class="t0">Why art thou numbered with the early dead?</p> +<p class="t">Who would not weep when one so lovely dies?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Why wert thou thus cut down in manhood’s bloom,</p> +<p class="t">When life to thee was all a summer’s day,</p> +<p class="t0">Consigned unto the dark and silent tomb,</p> +<p class="t">Nought but a lump of cold and lifeless clay?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And oft the mourner there doth go and weep,</p> +<p class="t">And youthful friends shed many a bitter tear</p> +<p class="t0">For him who lies in his last, dreamless sleep,</p> +<p class="t">For him they loved and ever held most dear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We miss thee, brother, in our youthful band,</p> +<p class="t">Thy words of love, thy gentle accents sweet;</p> +<p class="t0">But thou hast left us in this dreary land,</p> +<p class="t">No more shall we thy social presence greet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thou wast a noble youth, the younger son,</p> +<p class="t">Thy father’s hope and solace in his years;</p> +<p class="t0">But short thy stay; ah! soon life’s labor done,</p> +<p class="t">Soon thou hast left a weary vale of tears.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_125">[125]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yes; thou hast left a world of care and toil,</p> +<p class="t">Where storms and tempests o’er our pathway rise,</p> +<p class="t0">Calmly to sleep beneath the verdant soil,</p> +<p class="t">Till called triumphant to the upper skies.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then rest thee, brother, free from all thy pain,</p> +<p class="t">Above thee bloom the rose and violet fair.</p> +<p class="t0">We would not wish thee back to earth again,</p> +<p class="t">But let thee calmly, sweetly, slumber there.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c87">To M. D. B. On the present of a pen.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dear sister, words cannot express</p> +<p class="t0">To you my heartfelt thankfulness;</p> +<p class="t0">Or with what pleasure I behold</p> +<p class="t0">This precious gift—a pen of gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I prize it more, while now I see</p> +<p class="t0">In it remembrance kind of me;</p> +<p class="t0">Which fills me with delight untold</p> +<p class="t0">In viewing my new pen of gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And thee, at morn and evening tide,</p> +<p class="t0">As past the fleeting moments glide,</p> +<p class="t0">Shall I remember, while I hold</p> +<p class="t0">Within my grasp this pen of gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With newer zeal I now would write,</p> +<p class="t0">Dispensing nought but truth and light;</p> +<p class="t0">And richer treasures fain unfold,</p> +<p class="t0">The products of my pen of gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And when our weary task is done,</p> +<p class="t0">The conflict o’er, the victory won,</p> +<p class="t0">May we be found of finest mold,</p> +<p class="t0">As tried, refined, and pure as gold.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_126">[126]</div> +<h3 id="c88">Be Cheerful.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful! Be cheerful!</p> +<p class="t">At the breaking of morn,</p> +<p class="t0">When the sun’s gladd’ning rays</p> +<p class="t">The earth shall adorn;</p> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful when noon</p> +<p class="t">Shall its brightness display.</p> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful when eve</p> +<p class="t">Ends the toil of the day,</p> +<p class="t0">For all nature is cheering</p> +<p class="t">With harmonious voice;</p> +<p class="t0">All nature is bidding</p> +<p class="t">Be glad and rejoice.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful! Be cheerful!</p> +<p class="t">Whatever thy lot!</p> +<p class="t0">If trouble awaits thee,</p> +<p class="t">Thy woes are forgot.</p> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful, and light</p> +<p class="t">Thy path shall surround;</p> +<p class="t0">With cheerfulness let</p> +<p class="t">Every moment be crowned,</p> +<p class="t0">For all nature is cheering</p> +<p class="t">With harmonious voice,</p> +<p class="t0">All nature is bidding</p> +<p class="t">Be glad and rejoice.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful! Be cheerful!</p> +<p class="t">Let not the few days</p> +<p class="t0">That we spend on this earth</p> +<p class="t">Be void of its lays.</p> +<p class="t0">Oft the ills we endure,</p> +<p class="t">From the future we borrow;</p> +<p class="t0">Then be cheerful to-day—</p> +<p class="t">Think not of the morrow;</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_127">[127]</div> +<p class="t0">For all nature is cheering</p> +<p class="t0">With harmonious voice,</p> +<p class="t0">All nature is bidding</p> +<p class="t0">Be glad and rejoice.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful! Be cheerful!</p> +<p class="t0">In life’s joyful spring,</p> +<p class="t0">When summer its beauties</p> +<p class="t0">And glories shall bring.</p> +<p class="t0">Be cheerful when autumn</p> +<p class="t0">Shall mantle in gloom,</p> +<p class="t0">When the winter of age</p> +<p class="t0">Brings near to the tomb;</p> +<p class="t0">For all nature is cheering</p> +<p class="t0">With harmonious voice,</p> +<p class="t0">All nature is bidding</p> +<p class="t0">Be glad and rejoice.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c89">The Sister’s Devotion.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There is no flower, brother, howe’er so sweetly blooming,</p> +<p class="t">But it will fade in night;</p> +<p class="t0">No sunny sky with beams so bright illuming,</p> +<p class="t">But clouds may shade its light,</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! there is a sister’s love,</p> +<p class="t">In sorrow’s night unfading,</p> +<p class="t0">That clouds of earthborn care or woe</p> +<p class="t">Ne’er will its light be shading.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0"><span class="sc">Chorus:</span></p> +<p class="t">Oh! brother, then prize a sister’s devotion,</p> +<p class="t2">Ever pure, unchanging, sincere,</p> +<p class="t">Whose heart for thee beats with tender emotion,</p> +<p class="t2">And shareth each smile and each tear.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_128">[128]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The beaming eye, brother, lit bright with smiles enwreathing,</p> +<p class="t">Tears may unbidden dim,</p> +<p class="t0">The soul of music’s melody, sweet breathing,</p> +<p class="t">Discordant strains may hymn.</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! there is a sister’s voice</p> +<p class="t">To cheer with kind words spoken;</p> +<p class="t0">Her hand may wake sweet strains again</p> +<p class="t">From harp-strings that were broken.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3"><span class="sc">Chorus</span>: Oh! brother, then prize—</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Fame’s starry hight, brother, howe’er its gems alluring,</p> +<p class="t">Cold storms and tempests crown;</p> +<p class="t0">The form of genius fair may fall, enduring</p> +<p class="t">The world’s dark chilling frown.</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! there is a sister’s heart,</p> +<p class="t">Forever true, unshaken,</p> +<p class="t0">That ne’er grows cold, but closer clings,</p> +<p class="t">When all else has forsaken.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3"><span class="sc">Chorus</span>: Oh! brother, then prize—</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our golden dreams, brother, we so fondly cherish,</p> +<p class="t">May change like morning’s rays;</p> +<p class="t0">Youth’s fairest joys and pleasures all may perish,</p> +<p class="t">With years that pass away.</p> +<p class="t0">But oh! there is a sister’s prayer,</p> +<p class="t">That happy be our meeting,</p> +<p class="t0">Safe wafted o’er life’s sea in peace,</p> +<p class="t">Where time no more is fleeting.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t3"><span class="sc">Chorus</span>: Oh! brother, then prize—</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_129">[129]</div> +<h3 id="c90">Trust Not, Love Not.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">When the world is fair, entwining</p> +<p class="t">Many a garland for thy brow,</p> +<p class="t0">When around thee wealth is shining,</p> +<p class="t">Friendship’s hand is near thee now.</p> +<p class="t0">But when clouds and storms shall gather</p> +<p class="t">Round thy pathway rough and drear,</p> +<p class="t0">Few will cling as fond as ever,</p> +<p class="t">Few will prove to thee sincere.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! if thou canst find the treasure,</p> +<p class="t">Close the precious jewel bind;</p> +<p class="t0">Choicest blessing without measure,</p> +<p class="t">Guardian angel—rare to find.</p> +<p class="t0">Speak or act, oh! coldly never,</p> +<p class="t">Kindred spirits keenest feel;</p> +<p class="t0">Silver links the blow may sever;</p> +<p class="t">Time the wound may never heal.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Friendship’s ties too oft are riven,</p> +<p class="t">By the slightest word or deed;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! trust not love’s tokens given,</p> +<p class="t">Lest thy heart with anguish bleed.</p> +<p class="t0">Trust not—hopes we fondly cherish,</p> +<p class="t">Crushed and wounded leave the heart.</p> +<p class="t0">Love not—love’s bright flowers perish,</p> +<p class="t">Bloom to wither, then depart.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Love’s sweet strains, like music flowing,</p> +<p class="t">Drink not deep their melting tone.</p> +<p class="t0">Eyes that now so gently glowing,</p> +<p class="t">Beam so fondly in thine own—</p> +<p class="t0">Ah! their light—it may deceive thee;</p> +<p class="t">Flattering smiles, oh, heed them not,</p> +<p class="t0">For their coldness soon may grieve thee,</p> +<p class="t">Soon thou mayest be forgot.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_130">[130]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Lavish not youth’s tender feeling—</p> +<p class="t">Warm, confiding—keep it true,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere dark shadows o’er thee stealing,</p> +<p class="t">Bitter tears thy cheek bedew.</p> +<p class="t0">Trust not—change may, ere the morrow,</p> +<p class="t">Rob thy cheek of beauty’s bloom;</p> +<p class="t0">Love not, it may bring the sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">Haste thee to an early tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Solemn vows are lightly spoken,</p> +<p class="t">Joys and pleasures fade and die;</p> +<p class="t0">Fondest, truest hearts are broken,</p> +<p class="t">Golden dreams like phantoms fly.</p> +<p class="t0">Trust not—vows are falsely plighted—</p> +<p class="t">Lest thy rashness give thee pain;</p> +<p class="t0">Love not—“for its flowers once blighted,</p> +<p class="t">They may never bloom again.”</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c91">Proof Reader’s Lament.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">What news is this falls on my ear?</p> +<p class="t0">What next will to my sight appear?</p> +<p class="t0">My brain doth whirl, my heart doth quake—</p> +<p class="t0">Oh, that egregious mistake!</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“Too bad! too bad!!” I hear them cry,</p> +<p class="t0">“You might have seen with half an eye!</p> +<p class="t0">Strange! passing strange!! how could you make</p> +<p class="t0">So plain, so blunderous a mistake!”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ah! where it happened, when and how,</p> +<p class="t0">This way or that, no matter now;</p> +<p class="t0">Myself from blame I cannot shake—</p> +<p class="t0">For there it is, that <i>sad mistake</i>.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_131">[131]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Guilty, condemned, I trembling stand,</p> +<p class="t0">With pressing cares on every hand,</p> +<p class="t0">Without one single plea to make,</p> +<p class="t0">For leaving such a <i>bad mistake</i>.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From morn till night, from night till morn,</p> +<p class="t0">At every step, weary, forlorn,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether I sleep, or whether wake,</p> +<p class="t0">I’m haunted still with <i>a mistake</i>.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">If right, no meed of praise is won,</p> +<p class="t0">No more than <i>duty</i> then is done;</p> +<p class="t0">If wrong, then censure I partake,</p> +<p class="t0">Deserving such a gross mistake.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">How long shall I o’er this bewail?</p> +<p class="t0">“The best,” ’tis said, “will sometimes fail;”</p> +<p class="t0">Must it then <i>peace</i> forever break—</p> +<p class="t0">Summed up, ’tis only <i>a mistake</i>.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A smile is my delight to share,</p> +<p class="t0">A frown is more than I can bear;</p> +<p class="t0">How great the sacrifice I’d make,</p> +<p class="t0">If I could cease from a mistake.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">“I’ll try,” my motto yet shall be—</p> +<p class="t0">Whate’er I hear, whate’er I see,</p> +<p class="t0">And for my own and others’ sakes,</p> +<p class="t0">Look out betimes <i>for all mistakes</i>.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c92">Lines to H. N. S.</h3> +<p class="subttl">On the Reception of a Rose.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O sweet, lovely flower,</p> +<p class="t">For me didst thou bloom</p> +<p class="t0">In a far distant bower,</p> +<p class="t">My path to perfume?</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_132">[132]</div> +<p class="t0">For me wast thou nourished,</p> +<p class="t">In that dear, quiet spot,</p> +<p class="t0">To tell when thou flourished,</p> +<p class="t">I was not forgot?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thine image, loved sister,</p> +<p class="t">In fancy I trace,</p> +<p class="t0">And joy in the vision,</p> +<p class="t">To greet thine embrace;</p> +<p class="t0">But here I have never</p> +<p class="t">Thy hand clasped in mine;</p> +<p class="t0">Yet round us forever,</p> +<p class="t">Affection shall twine.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And oft this fond token</p> +<p class="t">Shall whisper to me,</p> +<p class="t0">Of friendship unbroken,</p> +<p class="t">In remembrance of thee.</p> +<p class="t0">Its freshness may perish;</p> +<p class="t">But ne’er can depart</p> +<p class="t0">Its fragrance I cherish</p> +<p class="t">So deep in my heart.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c93">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">Composed by <span class="sc">Annie R. Smith</span>, the day but one before +her death.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oh! shed not a tear o’er the spot where I sleep;</p> +<p class="t">For the living and not for the dead ye may weep;</p> +<p class="t0">Why mourn for the weary who sweetly repose,</p> +<p class="t">Free in the grave from life’s burden of woes?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I long now to rest in the lone, quiet tomb;</p> +<p class="t">For the footsteps of Jesus have lightened its gloom.</p> +<p class="t0">I die in the hope of soon meeting again</p> +<p class="t">The friends that I love, with Him ever to reign.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_133">[133]</div> +<h2>POEMS, BY URIAH SMITH.</h2> +<h3 id="c94">The Willing and Obedient.</h3> +<p class="subttl">“If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of +the land.” Isa. 1:19.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Whose is a willing heart,</p> +<p class="t">Whose is a ready hand;</p> +<p class="t0">Joyful in Jesus’ cause to start,</p> +<p class="t">Joyful for him to stand?</p> +<p class="t0">Whose breast with ardor glows,</p> +<p class="t">The conflict to begin;</p> +<p class="t0">Warring, but not with carnal foes,</p> +<p class="t">Wrestling with every sin?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who when the cross appears,</p> +<p class="t">Hasten its weight to bear;</p> +<p class="t0">Glad, though it be through thorns and tears,</p> +<p class="t">The cross of Christ to share?</p> +<p class="t0">Who at stern duty’s call,</p> +<p class="t">Unbound by selfish will,</p> +<p class="t0">Meekly resign their earthly all,</p> +<p class="t">Its bidding to fulfill?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Who with unyielding feet,</p> +<p class="t">When storms around them roar,</p> +<p class="t0">Shrink not the scorn and hate to meet</p> +<p class="t">Which Christ their Saviour bore:</p> +<p class="t0">Deeming of higher worth,</p> +<p class="t">Their Lord’s reproaches now,</p> +<p class="t0">Than all the cankered gold of earth,</p> +<p class="t">To which the worldlings bow?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_134">[134]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Whose is a willing heart?</p> +<p class="t">And who obedient stand?</p> +<p class="t0">To them shall Heaven its joys impart,</p> +<p class="t">To them the goodly land.</p> +<p class="t0">For them the City waits,</p> +<p class="t">Unstained by woe or sin,</p> +<p class="t0">And as they come, the pearly gates</p> +<p class="t">Shall ope to let them in.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c96">Be Not Cast Down.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tempted, tried, desponding one,</p> +<p class="t">Why does darkness shade thy brow?</p> +<p class="t0">Is there no all-beaming sun</p> +<p class="t">In the heavens above thee now?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is the cloud of radiant light,</p> +<p class="t">Glowing round th’ Eternal throne,</p> +<p class="t0">Shrouded in a pall of night,</p> +<p class="t">Or in outer darkness gone?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Is the fount of glory dried?</p> +<p class="t">Are the gates of mercy closed?</p> +<p class="t0">Went there ever unsupplied,</p> +<p class="t">Any who in God reposed?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Has his arm grown short to save?</p> +<p class="t">Heavy is his ear to hear?</p> +<p class="t0">Bids he any be a slave</p> +<p class="t">To despair or doubt or fear?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then may we refuse to move,</p> +<p class="t">When his word and mighty arm,</p> +<p class="t0">Weak and impotent shall prove,</p> +<p class="t">To deliver us from harm.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_135">[135]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then may we despondent be,</p> +<p class="t">And in him refuse to trust,</p> +<p class="t0">When his throne and majesty</p> +<p class="t">Both shall crumble to the dust.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Has not help on One been laid</p> +<p class="t">Strong to save and set us free?</p> +<p class="t0">And is there no promise made,</p> +<p class="t">In his name, of victory?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then in Jesus let us trust;</p> +<p class="t">On him stay our troubled mind:</p> +<p class="t0">Not presume; for God is just:</p> +<p class="t">Nor despair; for he is kind.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c97">Be Faithful.</h3> +<p class="subttl"><span class="sc">Tune</span>—“Be Kind to the Loved Ones at Home.”</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! soon Jesus will come,</p> +<p class="t">For whom we have waited so long;</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! soon we shall enter our glorious home,</p> +<p class="t">And join in the conqueror’s song.</p> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! for why should we prove</p> +<p class="t">Unfaithful to him who has shown</p> +<p class="t0">Such deep, such unbounded and infinite love—</p> +<p class="t">Who died to redeem us his own.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! the city of gold,</p> +<p class="t">Prepared for the good and the blest,</p> +<p class="t0">Is waiting its portals of pearl to unfold,</p> +<p class="t">And welcome thee into thy rest;</p> +<p class="t0">Then brother, prove faithful! not long shall we stay,</p> +<p class="t">In weariness here and forlorn;</p> +<p class="t0">Time’s dark night of sorrow is wearing away,</p> +<p class="t">We haste to the glorious morn.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_136">[136]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! He soon will descend,</p> +<p class="t">Creation’s Omnipotent King,</p> +<p class="t0">While legions of angels his chariot attend,</p> +<p class="t">And palm-wreaths of victory bring.</p> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! and soon thou shalt hear</p> +<p class="t">Thy Saviour pronounce the glad word,</p> +<p class="t0">Well done, faithful servant, thy title is clear</p> +<p class="t">To enter the joy of thy Lord.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! eternity’s years</p> +<p class="t">Shall tell for thy faithfulness now,</p> +<p class="t0">When bright smiles of gladness shall scatter thy tears,</p> +<p class="t">And a coronet gleam on thy brow.</p> +<p class="t0">O brother, be faithful! the promise is sure,</p> +<p class="t">That waits for the faithful and tried;</p> +<p class="t0">To reign with the ransomed, immortal and pure,</p> +<p class="t">And ever with Jesus abide.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c98">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">To J. T. and M. T. Lane, on the death of their little Child, +Francis M. Lane, July 25, 1858.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Still reigns the tyrant Death in sable power;</p> +<p class="t">Sorrow and mourning wait at his command;</p> +<p class="t0">For tender bud as well as blooming flower,</p> +<p class="t">Fades ’neath the touch of his relentless hand.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And hath his summons to your hearts been spoken?</p> +<p class="t">Hath his dark shadow crossed your threshold o’er?</p> +<p class="t0">Hath he links of fond affection broken,</p> +<p class="t">And borne a loved one from this mortal shore?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">So hath a floweret from your pathway faded;</p> +<p class="t">A bright star shining o’er you set in gloom;</p> +<p class="t0">Bright rays of hope are from your vision shaded</p> +<p class="t">By the dark curtain of the silent tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_137">[137]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Tis well to weep: stay not the bitter tears</p> +<p class="t">If thus the burdened heart may find relief;</p> +<p class="t0">For this dark earth hath been six thousand years</p> +<p class="t">A vale of woe, a charnel-house of grief.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Know then that here where dearest forms have perished,</p> +<p class="t">There’s nothing true on which our love to shed;</p> +<p class="t0">Not where death reigns can hopes of bliss be cherished,</p> +<p class="t">Which may not wither ’neath his icy tread.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But ah! there is land whose shores are nearing;</p> +<p class="t">The ills of earth its soil shall never bear;</p> +<p class="t0">Of that bright world there stands this promise cheering:</p> +<p class="t">Death finds no entrance—pain no victims there.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To that fair land be now your footsteps tending;</p> +<p class="t">Fix heart and treasure on that blissful shore,</p> +<p class="t0">Where friends shall re-unite in joy unending,</p> +<p class="t">Nor taste the pangs of separation more.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c99">Passed Away.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Passed away from earth forever,</p> +<p class="t">Free from all its cares and fears,</p> +<p class="t0">She again will join us never</p> +<p class="t">While we tread this vale of tears;</p> +<p class="t0">For the turf is now her pillow,</p> +<p class="t">And she sleeps among the dead;</p> +<p class="t0">While the cypress and the willow</p> +<p class="t">Wave above her lowly bed.</p> +<p class="t2">There she slumbers, calmly slumbers,</p> +<p class="t">With the silent, peaceful dead.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_138">[138]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With what grief and anguish riven,</p> +<p class="t">Should we see the loved depart,</p> +<p class="t0">If there were no promise given,</p> +<p class="t">Which could soothe the wounded heart!</p> +<p class="t0">If the chains with which death binds them,</p> +<p class="t">Ne’er again should broken be;</p> +<p class="t0">And his prison which confines them,</p> +<p class="t">Ne’er be burst to set them free;</p> +<p class="t2">If forever there to leave them,</p> +<p class="t">Were our hopeless destiny.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But a glorious day is nearing,</p> +<p class="t">Earth’s long-wished-for jubilee;</p> +<p class="t0">When creation’s King appearing,</p> +<p class="t">Shall proclaim his people free;</p> +<p class="t0">When upborne on Love’s bright pinion,</p> +<p class="t">They shall shout from land and sea,</p> +<p class="t0">Death! where is thy dark dominion!</p> +<p class="t">Grave! where is thy victory!</p> +<p class="t2">Then we’ll meet her, gladly meet her,</p> +<p class="t">Where we’ll never parted be.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c100">Ode.</h3> +<p class="subttl">Written for the anniversary exercises of the Golden Branch +Society of Phillips’ Exeter Academy, June, 1850.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Borne on in the swift course of time,</p> +<p class="t">The hour again is here,</p> +<p class="t0">Which calls from us a sad adieu,</p> +<p class="t">And swells the parting tear.</p> +<p class="t0">We’d fain the golden hours prolong,</p> +<p class="t">Which have so quickly past;</p> +<p class="t0">We’d fain delay the farewell song,</p> +<p class="t">And bid our union last.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_139">[139]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But tho’ we grieve that some so soon</p> +<p class="t">Must leave our social band,</p> +<p class="t0">We would not have you linger here,</p> +<p class="t">’Gainst duty’s high demand.</p> +<p class="t0">But, rather, we would bid you forth</p> +<p class="t">Into the field of life,</p> +<p class="t0">To battle for immortal names,</p> +<p class="t">Like heroes in the strife.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Advance, then, in the grand career,</p> +<p class="t">So nobly here begun;</p> +<p class="t0">Aim to accomplish life’s great end,</p> +<p class="t">Until life’s course is run.</p> +<p class="t0">May fortune smile upon your path,</p> +<p class="t">And all your efforts bless;</p> +<p class="t0">And may her arm be ever near</p> +<p class="t">To crown you with success.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And, as you tread your onward course,</p> +<p class="t">May virtue guide your way;</p> +<p class="t0">And wreath of fame adorn your brow,</p> +<p class="t">Which ne’er shall fade away,</p> +<p class="t0">“<span class="sc">Excelsior</span>” will lead you on</p> +<p class="t">To posts of honor high.</p> +<p class="t0">And call to mind our “holy bond,”</p> +<p class="t">Of “Friendship’s Sacred Tie.”</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And may you prove, while on you press</p> +<p class="t">With banner wide unfurled,</p> +<p class="t0">An honor to your native land,</p> +<p class="t">A blessing to the world.</p> +<p class="t0">And when at last, life’s work is done,</p> +<p class="t">This recompense you’ll have,</p> +<p class="t0">The true and lasting fame that waits</p> +<p class="t">The Great, the Good, the Brave.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_140">[140]</div> +<h3 id="c101">Ode.</h3> +<p class="subttl">Written for the anniversary exercises of the Golden Branch +Society of Phillips’ Exeter Academy, June, 1851.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We’ve met again within these halls—</p> +<p class="t">These halls to mem’ry dear,</p> +<p class="t0">Where scenes of harmony and peace</p> +<p class="t">Have filled the by-gone year.</p> +<p class="t0">But e’en while recollections fond</p> +<p class="t">Still cling around the heart,</p> +<p class="t0">One bitter thought disturbs our joy:</p> +<p class="t">For we have met to part.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Full well we know, our path through life</p> +<p class="t">Can ne’er be always bright;</p> +<p class="t0">The sweetest hours to mortals given</p> +<p class="t">Are swiftest in their flight.</p> +<p class="t0">Then let us follow duty’s call,</p> +<p class="t">With calm, undaunted brow,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor weakly chide the stern behest,</p> +<p class="t">Which separates us now.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ye whom this consecrated spot</p> +<p class="t">Still sheds its blessings o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">Use well the moments as they pass,</p> +<p class="t">For they return no more.</p> +<p class="t0">Here you must gird your armor on,</p> +<p class="t">Survey the field of life,</p> +<p class="t0">And then go forth to earn a name,</p> +<p class="t">Or perish in the strife.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Great men have been before us here,</p> +<p class="t">Whose fame the wide world knows;</p> +<p class="t0"><i>Excelsior</i> still shines for us—</p> +<p class="t">The star by which they rose.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_141">[141]</div> +<p class="t0">They’re shedding now a mighty spell</p> +<p class="t">On all the paths we tread;</p> +<p class="t0">On living brows bloom laurel wreaths,</p> +<p class="t">While cypress mourns the dead.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then let us form the high resolve</p> +<p class="t">To make our lives sublime,</p> +<p class="t0">And mark a clear and noble track</p> +<p class="t">Upon the sands of time,</p> +<p class="t0">And bring fresh honors to the list</p> +<p class="t">Of men and heroes all,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose power is felt from pole to pole—</p> +<p class="t">The sons of Phillips’ Hall.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c102">I’m Coming Home Again.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The wheels of time roll ceaseless on,</p> +<p class="t">The moments glide away;</p> +<p class="t0">The hours but tell us they are gone,</p> +<p class="t">Nor lingers long the day.</p> +<p class="t0">So that from friends, and home, away</p> +<p class="t">I shall not long remain,</p> +<p class="t0">For soon the flying wings of time</p> +<p class="t">Will bear me home again.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">I have a home—oh! blessed thought!—</p> +<p class="t">Which oft I call to mind;</p> +<p class="t0">Which oft a healing balm has brought,</p> +<p class="t">And left dull care behind.</p> +<p class="t0">From this dear home, though far away,</p> +<p class="t">I cannot long remain,</p> +<p class="t0">The ties of friendship, sure and strong,</p> +<p class="t">Will bring me home again.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_142">[142]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In fancy’s vision oft I see</p> +<p class="t">Friendship’s extended hand,</p> +<p class="t0">And for a moment seem to be,</p> +<p class="t">One in your happy band;</p> +<p class="t0">But recollection suffers not</p> +<p class="t">These visions to remain,</p> +<p class="t0">And so to see you face to face,</p> +<p class="t">I’m coming home again.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The boisterous waves roll rough around</p> +<p class="t">My thin and slender bark;</p> +<p class="t0">While clouds arise, and storms resound,</p> +<p class="t">And all is drear and dark.</p> +<p class="t0">But out upon the swelling tide</p> +<p class="t">I shall not long remain,</p> +<p class="t0">For I’m coming into harbor—</p> +<p class="t">I’m coming home again.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c103">Charity.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">There is a way more excellent, so traced the sacred pen,</p> +<p class="t0">Than e’en to share the precious gifts which God vouchsafes to men;</p> +<p class="t0">It is to draw for every act our motive from above,</p> +<p class="t0">And make our whole of mortal life a holocaust of love.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For though the mind with all the wealth of human lore expand,</p> +<p class="t0">Though e’en an angel’s glowing words we hold at our command,</p> +<p class="t0">If in each thought and word expressed, no charity abound,</p> +<p class="t0">’Twill but be like the tinkling brass, the cymbal’s hollow sound.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_143">[143]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And though all knowledge we possessed, all mysteries could prove,</p> +<p class="t0">Had faith to bid the rugged mount to yonder sea remove,</p> +<p class="t0">If charity dwell not within, the all-inspiring power,</p> +<p class="t0">We are but cyphers in the scale, the beings of an hour.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And though our goods we freely give to meet the sufferer’s need,</p> +<p class="t0">And yield our bodies to the stake, the fiery flame to feed;</p> +<p class="t0">If charity prompt not these acts, so fair to human sight,</p> +<p class="t0">It profits nothing in His eyes who reads the heart aright.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">For charity is but the name for every heavenly grace;</p> +<p class="t0">With human weakness long she bears, to anger ne’er gives place;</p> +<p class="t0">Her features fair with kindness glow, no envy stirs her breast,</p> +<p class="t0">Nor e’er by boastful acts or words is inward pride expressed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">She ever seeketh others’ good, regardless of her own;</p> +<p class="t0">She thinks no evil, speaks no ill, by act, or look, or tone;</p> +<p class="t0">Not in iniquity, but truth, doth she her comfort take,</p> +<p class="t0">And bears, believes, endures, and hopes, all things, for Jesus’ sake.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hail, holy Charity! bright daughter of the skies!</p> +<p class="t0">An angel from the ruins of our once fair paradise,</p> +<p class="t0">Still lingering with our fallen race to point our feet above,</p> +<p class="t0">And show us what a Heaven will be, where all is wrought in love.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_144">[144]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the dark places of the earth thy footsteps may we trace,</p> +<p class="t0">By fruitful fields and verdant plains where once were desert wastes.</p> +<p class="t0">The orphan rises up with joy thy coming steps to bless,</p> +<p class="t0">And widows, smiling through their tears, their grateful thanks express.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">To clothe the naked, feed the poor, bestowing joy for pain;</p> +<p class="t0">To bring relief to those who long in suffering have lain;</p> +<p class="t0">To cause the sad, despondent heart to sing aloud for joy—</p> +<p class="t0">These are thy works, sweet Charity, thy holy, blest employ.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We welcome thee, O Heavenly grace! be thou our constant guide;</p> +<p class="t0">Let thy sweet spirit in our hearts forevermore abide.</p> +<p class="t0">Help its to scatter deeds of love in all the paths we tread;</p> +<p class="t0">For blessing thus our fellow-men, we honor Christ our head.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c104">Lines</h3> +<p class="subttl">On the death of William M. Smith.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Dark is the hour when Death prevails,</p> +<p class="t">And triumphs o’er the just—</p> +<p class="t0">A painful void within the breast,</p> +<p class="t">When dust goes back to dust;</p> +<p class="t0">And solemn is the pall, the bier,</p> +<p class="t0">That bears them from our presence here.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_145">[145]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But there’s a bright, a glorious hope,</p> +<p class="t">That scatters death’s dark gloom;</p> +<p class="t0">It cheers the saddened spirits up,</p> +<p class="t">It gilds the Christian’s tomb;</p> +<p class="t0">It brings the resurrection near,</p> +<p class="t0">When those we love shall re-appear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then mourn we not as those whose hopes</p> +<p class="t">With fleeting life depart;</p> +<p class="t0">For we have heard a voice from Heaven,</p> +<p class="t">To every stricken heart:</p> +<p class="t0">Blest are the dead, forever blest,</p> +<p class="t0">Who from henceforth in Jesus rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">With kind regard the Lord beholds</p> +<p class="t">His saints when called to die;</p> +<p class="t0">And precious in his holy sight</p> +<p class="t">Their sacred dust shall lie,</p> +<p class="t0">Till all these storms of life are o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">And they shall rise to die no more.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A few more days and we shall meet</p> +<p class="t">The loved, whose toil is o’er,</p> +<p class="t0">And plant with joy our bounding feet</p> +<p class="t">On Canaan’s radiant shore;</p> +<p class="t0">Where, free from all earth’s cares and fears,</p> +<p class="t0">We’ll part no more through endless years.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c105">The New Year, 1871.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Why hail we thus each new-born year,</p> +<p class="t2">With voice of joy and scenes of mirth?</p> +<p class="t">What room for gay and festive cheer,</p> +<p class="t2">While woe and darkness span the earth?</p> +<p class="t0">While sin and suffering, pain and death, still throw,</p> +<p class="t0">Their baleful shadow over all below?</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_146">[146]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Earth trembles at the cannon’s roar,</p> +<p class="t2">War’s murderous visage scours the plain;</p> +<p class="t">Its fairest spots are drenched with gore,</p> +<p class="t2">Its fruitful fields are piled with slain.</p> +<p class="t0">And what are all these slow-revolving years,</p> +<p class="t0">But funeral pageants of distress and tears?</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Contagions spread their wings of pall,</p> +<p class="t2">Fierce tempests rage with blasting breath,</p> +<p class="t">And earthquake throes, engulfing all,</p> +<p class="t2">Make short and sure the way to death.</p> +<p class="t0">No peace, no safety, no enduring cheer,</p> +<p class="t0">To him who builds his hopes and treasures here.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Yet glad we hail each New Year’s morn;</p> +<p class="t2">For from the great high throne of Heaven</p> +<p class="t">A royal fiat forth has gone,</p> +<p class="t2">A glorious word to earth is given:</p> +<p class="t0">Behold, says He who looks creation through,</p> +<p class="t0">Where sin has marred my works, I make anew.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">New earth to smile before his face,</p> +<p class="t2">New heavens in crystal beauty dressed,</p> +<p class="t">New years to run a guiltless race,</p> +<p class="t2">New joys for each immortal breast,</p> +<p class="t0">New flowers upspringing from the sinless sod,</p> +<p class="t0">New waters sparkling from the throne of God.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">New bodies for these feeble forms,</p> +<p class="t2">New life from e’en the moldering tomb,</p> +<p class="t">New skies unrent by raging storms,</p> +<p class="t2">New beauty, new unfading bloom,</p> +<p class="t0">New scenes the eternal era to begin,</p> +<p class="t0">Of peace for war, of righteousness for sin.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_147">[147]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Speed then away, O tardy years!</p> +<p class="t2">Fly quickly, hours that intervene!</p> +<p class="t">Groaning we wait the time when tears</p> +<p class="t2">Shall be but things that once have been.</p> +<p class="t0">Dawn, thou blest morn, so long in promise given,</p> +<p class="t0">The glorious glad New Year of God and Heaven.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c106">Almost to the Beautiful Land.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Almost to the beautiful land!</p> +<p class="t">This be the watchword to cheer thee,</p> +<p class="t0">When o’er thee dark tempests expand,</p> +<p class="t">And dangers and trials are near thee.</p> +<p class="t0">Then from this perilous way,</p> +<p class="t">Look up to the glory before us,</p> +<p class="t0">Which with unglimmering ray,</p> +<p class="t">Like a bright bow of promise bends o’er us.</p> +<p class="t0">Only a few more seasons</p> +<p class="t">Of watching and weariness here,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere the day-star arises,</p> +<p class="t">Ere the day-dawn appear.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Almost to the beautiful land!</p> +<p class="t">Where the pilgrim may rest him forever,</p> +<p class="t0">And bask on the golden strand</p> +<p class="t">Of the crystal and flowing river.</p> +<p class="t0">Where the fadeless crown awaiteth,</p> +<p class="t">For the cross which here we bore;</p> +<p class="t0">And the glory ne’er abateth,</p> +<p class="t">And sorrow is known no more.</p> +<p class="t0">Only a few more efforts</p> +<p class="t">To toil up the rugged hight,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere we reach the glorious summit,</p> +<p class="t">And faith is lost in sight.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_148">[148]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Almost to the beautiful land!</p> +<p class="t">Shall we grow weary then? Never!</p> +<p class="t0">Lift up the faltering hand,</p> +<p class="t">Strengthen the feeble endeavor.</p> +<p class="t0">Only a few more mornings</p> +<p class="t">Allotted to laboring here,</p> +<p class="t0">Only a few more warnings</p> +<p class="t">To fall on the sinner’s ear;</p> +<p class="t0">Only a few more conflicts</p> +<p class="t">To wage in the struggle of life,</p> +<p class="t0">Then the sweet victory cometh,</p> +<p class="t">That endeth the toilsome strife.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Almost to the beautiful land!</p> +<p class="t">Shall we lose courage now? Never!</p> +<p class="t0">Bold in the conflict stand,</p> +<p class="t">Faint not in spirit nor waver.</p> +<p class="t0">Woe now to him who shall suffer</p> +<p class="t">Earth’s tinsel to blind his eyes;</p> +<p class="t0">Woe unto him who fainteth,</p> +<p class="t">In sight of the glorious prize.</p> +<p class="t0">Up! for the moments hasten,</p> +<p class="t">And the King is himself at hand:</p> +<p class="t0">Nerve thee with this glad watchword—</p> +<p class="t">Almost to the beautiful land!</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c107">“They Shall be Mine.”</h3> +<p class="subttl">Mal. 3:16, 17.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They shall be mine in the coming day,</p> +<p class="t">When I shall gather my chosen ones;</p> +<p class="t0">When the Lord shall rise to the spoil and prey,</p> +<p class="t">And the year of Zion’s redemption comes.</p> +<p class="t0">They shall be mine! the chosen few</p> +<p class="t">Who dare to honor my holy name,</p> +<p class="t0">Who yield their hearts to their Maker, true,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_149">[149]</div> +<p class="t">And bear his cross nor heed the shame,</p> +<p class="t0">And turn not back for the scoffers’ boasts—</p> +<p class="t0">They shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They shall be mine in the fearful hour</p> +<p class="t">When heaven shall part as a shattered scroll;</p> +<p class="t0">And earth shall reel from Jehovah’s power</p> +<p class="t">And death shall seize on the sinner’s soul;</p> +<p class="t0">Then will the Lord to his servants bring</p> +<p class="t">A crown for the cross which here they bore;</p> +<p class="t0">And loud their shouts of joy will ring;</p> +<p class="t">And then shall be heard and feared no more</p> +<p class="t0">The critic’s sneer, and the scoffer’s boasts,</p> +<p class="t0">When saints shall be owned by the Lord of hosts.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">They shall be mine in whom alone</p> +<p class="t">Is power to save and to destroy;</p> +<p class="t0">And as one spares his only son,</p> +<p class="t">So will I spare my people’s joy.</p> +<p class="t0">When the treach’rous hopes of the wicked flee,</p> +<p class="t">And pestilence wastes the sons of men,</p> +<p class="t0">My servants true shall find, in me,</p> +<p class="t">A refuge and a shelter then;</p> +<p class="t0">And skeptics all shall cease their boasts</p> +<p class="t0">In terror for the Lord of hosts.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Then who would shrink from the lowly band,</p> +<p class="t">Who make their peace with the King of kings?</p> +<p class="t0">He holds the worlds in his mighty hand,</p> +<p class="t">He rules o’er all created things;</p> +<p class="t0">His arm alone can bear us up</p> +<p class="t">When earth is drinking her dregs of woe;</p> +<p class="t0">His mercy alone is ground for hope,</p> +<p class="t">His chosen only will safety know—</p> +<p class="t0">Ah! then who cares for the scoffer’s boasts,</p> +<p class="t0">If he may be owned by the Lord of hosts.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_150">[150]</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In that dread day, when the proud and great</p> +<p class="t">For rocks and mountains shall vainly call,</p> +<p class="t0">And kings and nobles, in high estate,</p> +<p class="t">Shall be robed alike in a funeral pall;</p> +<p class="t0">When the Judge appears in the parting sky,</p> +<p class="t">And the angel-reapers from glory come</p> +<p class="t0">To bear the good to their realms on high,</p> +<p class="t">And all thy saints are gathered home,</p> +<p class="t0">From the isles afar, and the distant coasts—</p> +<p class="t0">Let me be thine, O Lord of hosts!</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c108">The Marriage Supper of the Lamb.</h3> +<p class="subttl"><span class="sc">Tune</span>—Tyrolese Evening Hymn.</p> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Come, come, come,</p> +<p class="t0">Come to the marriage feast</p> +<p class="t">Prepared for saints above;</p> +<p class="t0">The Lord now bids his guests</p> +<p class="t">To the banquet-room of love.</p> +<p class="t0">Oh! why should the tinseled toys</p> +<p class="t">Of this earth allure us here,</p> +<p class="t0">While pure, immortal joys,</p> +<p class="t">Wait us in a happier sphere.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0"><span class="sc">Chorus</span>—Come, come, come,</p> +<p class="t3">Come to the marriage feast,</p> +<p class="t4">Prepared for saints above;</p> +<p class="t3">The Lord now bids his guests</p> +<p class="t4">To the banquet-room of love.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Come, come, come,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon will the day be o’er,</p> +<p class="t">And hope’s last hour be gone;</p> +<p class="t0">And mercy’s voice no more</p> +<p class="t">The day of grace prolong.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_151">[151]</div> +<p class="t0">Life yet we may secure;</p> +<p class="t">And the warning note is given,</p> +<p class="t0">Make now your title sure</p> +<p class="t">To a lasting home in Heaven.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Come, come, come,</p> +<p class="t0">The weary pilgrim there</p> +<p class="t">“Lays staff and sandals down”</p> +<p class="t0">A conqueror’s palm to bear,</p> +<p class="t">And an angel’s glittering crown.</p> +<p class="t0">Then all the scoffs we’ve borne,</p> +<p class="t">While this gloomy vale we’ve trod,</p> +<p class="t0">“To lasting joys shall turn,”</p> +<p class="t">In the city of our God.</p> +</div> +<h3 id="c109">The Lord Will Come.</h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tell me the Lord will come,</p> +<p class="t">That he will soon appear;</p> +<p class="t0">This world is not my home,</p> +<p class="t">I have no treasure here.</p> +<p class="t0">The hope of joys that soon shall be</p> +<p class="t0">Is what alone can comfort me.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tell me the Lord will come—</p> +<p class="t">I love the cheering sound;</p> +<p class="t0">There’s hope and joy and peace</p> +<p class="t">In that sweet promise found;</p> +<p class="t0">For then our ills, whate’er our lot,</p> +<p class="t0">Will all be gone, and all forgot.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tell me the Lord will come,</p> +<p class="t">’Tis music in my ears;</p> +<p class="t0">I would not longer roam</p> +<p class="t">In this dark vale of tears,</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_152">[152]</div> +<p class="t0">Where tempests gather o’er our way,</p> +<p class="t0">And darkness hides the light of day.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tell me the Lord will come;</p> +<p class="t">In that victorious hour,</p> +<p class="t0">The dark and silent tomb</p> +<p class="t">Must yield its gloomy power;</p> +<p class="t0">For he shall call his slumbering dead,</p> +<p class="t0">Forever from their dusty bed.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Tell me the Lord will come,</p> +<p class="t">He whom our souls do love,</p> +<p class="t0">To take his exiles home</p> +<p class="t">To their own land above:</p> +<p class="t0">In those bright mansions of the blest,</p> +<p class="t0">Is where alone our souls can rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ay, soon the Lord will come!</p> +<p class="t">We are not left forlorn,</p> +<p class="t0">Without some cheering tone,</p> +<p class="t">Some promise of the morn;</p> +<p class="t0">Some token from our absent Friend,</p> +<p class="t0">That soon our pilgrimage will end.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Ay, soon the Lord will come!</p> +<p class="t">He will not suffer long</p> +<p class="t0">The triumph of our foes,</p> +<p class="t">The reign of sin and wrong.</p> +<p class="t0">With courage then still breast the storm,</p> +<p class="t0">For God has spoken and will perform.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Yea, soon the Lord will come,</p> +<p class="t">And glad deliverance bring,</p> +<p class="t0">And crown with lasting joy</p> +<p class="t">All who have honored him.</p> +<p class="t0">When heaven and earth abashed shall flee</p> +<p class="t0">The glories of his majesty.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="Page_153">[153]</div> +<h2>INDEX.</h2> +<h4>POEMS BY REBEKAH SMITH.</h4> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt>Page.</dt> +<dt><a href="#c18">All Trials Cease,</a> 25</dt> +<dt><a href="#c51">Always Rejoicing,</a> 63</dt> +<dt><a href="#c69">Appeal to the Sinner,</a> 87</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c9">Baptism,</a> 14</dt> +<dt><a href="#c37">Brother, Live,</a> 47</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c2">Christian Love,</a> 6</dt> +<dt><a href="#c40">Christian Submission,</a> 50</dt> +<dt><a href="#c38">Condense,</a> 48</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c8">Deny Thyself,</a> 13</dt> +<dt><a href="#c11">Depart from Sin,</a> 16</dt> +<dt><a href="#c10">Despair of the Lost,</a> 15</dt> +<dt><a href="#c68">Divine Love,</a> 85</dt> +<dt><a href="#c48">Domestic Afflictions,</a> 59</dt> +<dt><a href="#c16">Dying Words,</a> 21</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c71">Early Recollections,</a> 90</dt> +<dt><a href="#c75">Emptiness of Earth,</a> 94</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c64">False Fame and True,</a> 78</dt> +<dt><a href="#c74">For a Gathering of the Aged,</a> 93</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c57">God, the Comforter,</a> 70</dt> +<dt><a href="#c34">Go Forward,</a> 44</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c45">Have Mercy on Yourselves,</a> 56</dt> +<dt><a href="#c31">Home for the Weary,</a> 40</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c6">It was True,</a> 11</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c1">Life’s Conflict,</a> 5</dt> +<dt><a href="#c22">Lines on the Death of Annie R. Smith,</a> 30</dt> +<dt><a href="#c27">Lines on the Death of my Husband,</a> 36</dt> +<dt><a href="#c26">Lines Read at a Gathering of Old People,</a> 35</dt> +<dt><a href="#c25">Lines to a Mother,</a> 34</dt> +<dt><a href="#c53">Live for God,</a> 66</dt> +<dt><a href="#c28">Look up,</a> 37</dt> +<dt><a href="#c3">Love not the World,</a> 7</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c54">My Sheep Hear my Voice,</a> 68</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c7">No Resting Here,</a> 12</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c12">Old, but Young,</a> 17</dt> +<dt><a href="#c42">Overcome and Live,</a> 53</dt> +<dt><a href="#c29">Overcoming Sin,</a> 38</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c13">Passing the Gate,</a> 18</dt> +<dt><a href="#c4">Preparation for Heaven,</a> 8</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c65">Return unto the Lord,</a> 80</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c66">Safety in the Lord,</a> 82</dt> +<dt><a href="#c5">Submission,</a> 9</dt> +<dt><a href="#c33">Sustaining Grace,</a> 43</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c46">The Advent,</a> 57</dt> +<dt><a href="#c39">The Bond of Peace,</a> 49</dt> +<dt><a href="#c73">The Christian’s Confidence,</a> 92</dt> +<dt><a href="#c49">The Christian’s Desire,</a> 60</dt> +<dt><a href="#c76">The Christian’s Triumph,</a> 95</dt> +<dt><a href="#c72">The Circle Broken,</a> 91</dt> +<dt><a href="#c47">The Coming Day,</a> 58</dt> +<dt><a href="#c60">The Darkness of Despair,</a> 73</dt> +<dt><a href="#c32">The Enemy’s Power,</a> 41</dt> +<dt><a href="#c67">The Health Institute,</a> 84</dt> +<dt><a href="#c62">The Hour of Judgment,</a> 75</dt> +<dt><a href="#c43">The Last Message of Mercy,</a> 54</dt> +<dt><a href="#c61">The Latter Rain,</a> 74</dt> +<dt><a href="#c70">The Love of Many is Waxed Cold,</a> 88</dt> +<dt><a href="#c59">The Race and Warfare,</a> 72</dt> +<dt><a href="#c63">The Remnant Church,</a> 77</dt> +<dt><a href="#c17">The Slave of Appetite,</a> 22</dt> +<dt><a href="#c50">The Warfare,</a> 61</dt> +<dt><a href="#c52">The Work of Reform,</a> 65</dt> +<dt><a href="#c15">The Vanity of Earth,</a> 20</dt> +<dt><a href="#c56">They who Love the Law,</a> 69</dt> +<dt><a href="#c20">To Aaron A. Smith,</a> 27</dt> +<dt><a href="#c19">To Ellena Boutwell,</a> 26</dt> +<dt><a href="#c23">To My Mother,</a> 31</dt> +<dd><a href="#c24">Response,</a> 33</dd> +<dt><a href="#c21">To Samuel,</a> 27</dt> +<dt><a href="#c36">Trust,</a> 46</dt> +<dt><a href="#c14">Trust all to God,</a> 19</dt> +<dt class="tb"><a href="#c44">We Love,</a> 55</dt> +<dt><a href="#c55">Where is Thy God?</a> 69</dt> +<dt><a href="#c41">Who is without Fault,</a> 51</dt> +<dt><a href="#c35">Why Art Thou Cast Down,</a> 45</dt> +<dt><a href="#c30">Will You be a Pilgrim,</a> 39</dt> +<dt><a href="#c58">Worldly Sorrow,</a> 71</dt> +</dl> +<div class="pb" id="Page_154">[154]</div> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt><a href="#c77"><span class="sc">Brief Sketch of the Life, Last Sickness and Death of Annie R. Smith</span>,</a> 97</dt> +</dl> +<h4>POEMS BY ANNIE R. SMITH.</h4> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt>Page.</dt> +<dt><a href="#c88">Be Cheerful,</a> 124</dt> +<dt><a href="#c93">Lines composed the day but one before her death,</a> 130</dt> +<dt><a href="#c86">Lines on the Death of Lorenzo D. Upham,</a> 122</dt> +<dt><a href="#c80">Lines on the Wreck of the Minot Ledge L’thouse,</a> 109</dt> +<dt><a href="#c81">Lines to an Orphan Child,</a> 111</dt> +<dt><a href="#c92">Lines to H. N. S.,</a> 129</dt> +<dt><a href="#c79">Ode to the Winds,</a> 108</dt> +<dt><a href="#c82">Oh! Let me be on the Stormy Sea,</a> 113</dt> +<dt><a href="#c91">Proof Reader’s Lament,</a> 128</dt> +<dt><a href="#c84">The Clouds,</a> 117</dt> +<dt><a href="#c83">The Exiled Prisoner,</a> 114</dt> +<dt><a href="#c78">The Friends of my Youth,</a> 107</dt> +<dt><a href="#c89">The Sister’s Devotion,</a> 125</dt> +<dt><a href="#c85">The Unchanged,</a> 119</dt> +<dt><a href="#c87">To M. D. B.,</a> 123</dt> +<dt><a href="#c90">Trust Not, Love Not,</a> 127</dt> +</dl> +<h4>POEMS BY URIAH SMITH.</h4> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt>Page.</dt> +<dt><a href="#c106">Almost to the Beautiful Land,</a> 145</dt> +<dt><a href="#c100">Anniversary Ode, 1850,</a> 136</dt> +<dt><a href="#c101">Anniversary Ode, 1851,</a> 138</dt> +<dt><a href="#c97">Be Faithful,</a> 133</dt> +<dt><a href="#c96">Be not Cast Down,</a> 132</dt> +<dt><a href="#c103">Charity,</a> 140</dt> +<dt><a href="#c102">I’m Coming Home Again,</a> 139</dt> +<dt><a href="#c98">Lines on the Death of F. M. Lane,</a> 134</dt> +<dt><a href="#c104">Lines on the Death of Wm. M. Smith,</a> 142</dt> +<dt><a href="#c99">Passed Away,</a> 135</dt> +<dt><a href="#c109">The Lord Will Come,</a> 149</dt> +<dt><a href="#c108">The Marriage Supper of the Lamb,</a> 148</dt> +<dt><a href="#c105">The New Year, 1871</a> 143</dt> +<dt><a href="#c94">The Willing and Obedient,</a> 131</dt> +<dt><a href="#c107">They Shall be Mine,</a> 146</dt> +</dl> +<h2>Transcriber’s Notes</h2> +<ul> +<li>Silently corrected a spelling and punctuation in several places, +where it was inconsistent with usage, and where the intent was obvious.</li> +</ul> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Rebekah Smith + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + +***** This file should be named 34752-h.htm or 34752-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/4/7/5/34752/ + +Produced by Heather Clark, Stephen Hutcheson, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by The Internet Archive) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +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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