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BY THE SEA<br />
<small>AND OTHER VERSES</small></h1>
<p class="title"><i>By</i><br />
<i>H. Lavinia Baily</i></p>
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<p class="title">BOSTON<br />
RICHARD G. BADGER<br />
<small>The Gorham Press</small><br />
1907
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<i>Copyright 1907 by H. Lavinia Baily</i><br />
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<i><small>All Rights Reserved</small></i><br />
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<i><small>The Gorham Press, Boston</small></i><br />
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<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</a></h2>
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<tr><td align="left">Myself and You</td><td align="right"><a href="#MYSELF_AND_YOU">7</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">By the Sea</td><td align="right"><a href="#BY_THE_SEA">8</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">At the Close of the Year</td><td align="right"><a href="#AT_THE_CLOSE_OF_THE_YEAR">14</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Risen</td><td align="right"><a href="#RISEN">16</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Elizabeth Crowned</td><td align="right"><a href="#ELIZABETH_CROWNED">18</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Who is Sufficient</td><td align="right"><a href="#WHO_IS_SUFFICIENT">19</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Peace</td><td align="right"><a href="#PEACE">21</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Boys and Girls</td><td align="right"><a href="#BOYS_AND_GIRLS">22</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Smile</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_SMILE">23</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Sparrow Alone on the Housetop</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_SPARROW_ALONE_ON_THE_HOUSETOP">24</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To Mother</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_MOTHER">24</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Psalm CXXI</td><td align="right"><a href="#PSALM_CXXI">25</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To R. T. B.</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_R_T_B">26</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">On New Year, 1897</td><td align="right"><a href="#ON_NEW_YEAR_1897">27</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To Anna</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_ANNA">27</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Song of Tens</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_SONG_OF_TENS">28</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Jessica</td><td align="right"><a href="#JESSICA">29</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Transition</td><td align="right"><a href="#TRANSITION">29</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To A. H. B.</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_A_H_B">30</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To Winnie</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_WINNIE">31</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Life Work</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_LIFE_WORK">32</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Visions</td><td align="right"><a href="#VISIONS">32</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Be Ye also Ready</td><td align="right"><a href="#BE_YE_ALSO_READY">39</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Mimosa</td><td align="right"><a href="#MIMOSA">40</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">At the Crisis</td><td align="right"><a href="#AT_THE_CRISIS">41</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">On the Death of Dr. James E. Rhoads</td><td align="right"><a href="#ON_THE_DEATH_OF_DR_JAMES_E_RHOADS">42</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Eternal Youth</td><td align="right"><a href="#ETERNAL_YOUTH">43</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Building Time</td><td align="right"><a href="#BUILDING_TIME">44</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Sunrise</td><td align="right"><a href="#SUNRISE">45</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Neal Dow</td><td align="right"><a href="#NEAL_DOW">47</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">"Paradise will Pay for All"</td><td align="right"><a href="#PARADISE_WILL_PAY_FOR_ALL">48</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Forgiveness</td><td align="right"><a href="#FORGIVENESS">49</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Lost Song?</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_LOST_SONG">51</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A New Earth</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_NEW_EARTH">52</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Recall</td><td align="right"><a href="#RECALL">53</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Philistia's Triumph</td><td align="right"><a href="#PHILISTIAS_TRIUMPH">54</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The White Ribbon Army</td><td align="right"><a href="#THE_WHITE_RIBBON_ARMY">55</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Christmas</td><td align="right"><a href="#CHRISTMAS">57</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">"A Day in June"</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_DAY_IN_JUNE">57</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To-day</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO-DAY">59</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Losing Victories</td><td align="right"><a href="#LOSING_VICTORIES">59</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Not Mine</td><td align="right"><a href="#NOT_MINE">61</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In the Desert</td><td align="right"><a href="#IN_THE_DESERT">61</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Phantom in the "Circle"</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_PHANTOM_IN_THE_CIRCLE">62</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Valentine</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_VALENTINE">66</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Convention Hymn</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_CONVENTION_HYMN">66</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A Collection Song</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_COLLECTION_SONG">67</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Ballad of the Boundary Line</td><td align="right"><a href="#THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_BOUNDARY_LINE">68</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Margaret Lee</td><td align="right"><a href="#MARGARET_LEE">71</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Soaring Upward</td><td align="right"><a href="#SOARING_UPWARD">74</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The End of the Road</td><td align="right"><a href="#THE_END_OF_THE_ROAD">75</a></td></tr>
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<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
<h2><big>BY THE SEA</big><br />
<i><small>AND OTHER VERSES</small></i></h2>
<h2><a name="MYSELF_AND_YOU" id="MYSELF_AND_YOU">MYSELF AND YOU</a></h2>
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<span class="i0">There are only myself and you in the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There are only myself and you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Tis clear, then, that I unto you should be kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that you unto me should be true.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">And if I unto you could be always kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And you unto me could be true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then the criminal courts might all be adjourned,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the sword would have nothing to do.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">A few fertile acres are all that I need,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not more than a hundred or two,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the great, wide earth holds enough, I am sure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Enough for myself and for you.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">The sweet air of heaven is free to us all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon all fall the rain and the dew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the glorious sun in his cycle of light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shines alike on myself and on you.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">The infinite love is as broad as the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as deep as the ocean's blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We may breathe it, bathe in it, live in it, aye,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
<span class="i2">It is <i>life</i> for myself and for you.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">And the Christ who came when the angels sang<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will come, if the song we renew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And reign in his kingdom,—the Prince of Peace,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Reigning over myself and you.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">O, then, may I be unto you always kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And be you unto me always true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So the land may rest from its turmoil and strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the sword may have nothing to do.<br /></span>
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<h2><a name="BY_THE_SEA" id="BY_THE_SEA">BY THE SEA</a></h2>
<p class="title">AN ARGUMENT FOR PEACE</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"You do but dream; the world will never see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such time as this you picture, when the sword<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall lie inglorious in its sheath, and be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No more of valorous deeds incentive or reward."<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">The ocean breezes fanned them where they sat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At leisure from life's conflict, toil and care,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet not unthoughtful, nor unmindful that<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all its weal and woe they held their share.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">The rose-light charm and pride of earliest youth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A chastening touch had toned to lovelier hue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the white soul of purity and truth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looked out alike from eyes of brown and blue.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">"I covet your fair hope," he spake again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I cannot share it; all the hoary past<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Denies that mightier prowess of the pen<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
<span class="i2">The poet claims, and proves it still surpassed<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">"By sword and musket and the arts of war.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And 'twere not so,—the query will return,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Albeit such conflict we must all abhor—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How should the fires of patriotism burn?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Their flames are kindled by the flash of arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fed by recount of heroic deed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sanguinary story has its charms<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tho the heart sicken o'er it as we read.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And what were Greece without her Marathon?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or Rome, had not her Caesars fought and won?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How reigns Britannia, Empress near and far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for her Waterloo and Trafalgar?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And we, know not our souls a quickening thrill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At thought of Lexington and Bunker Hill?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with a pride no rival passion mars<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Greet we not now our glorious Stripes and Stars?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yes, friend, I own your theory is fine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I grant your outlook far exceedeth mine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In excellence and beauty, in its scope<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Embracing that millennial age of bliss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spirit pants for while it chafes in this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I covet, tho I cannot share, your hope."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My hope," she answered, smiling, "is a faith;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The kingdoms of this world are yet to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The kingdoms of our blessed Lord, the Christ;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord of all life thro' dire and vengeful death—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wrought thro' such sacrifice, unspared, unpriced,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
<span class="i2">His word and purpose must fulfilment see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And realms by mountains bounded or by seas<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must own allegiance to the Prince of Peace.<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">"I yield to none"—and as she spoke there sped<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Across the opal beauty of the sea<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A light-winged vessel, bearing at its head<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The starry emblem of the brave and free—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I yield to none in loyalty and love<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For yon bright banner, but I hold it still<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As token to the world, all else above,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of peace on earth and unto man good will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"God gave His land to be the home of man;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all that brightens and upbuilds the home<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Uplifts humanity; tramp, tribe and clan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Knowing no hearthstone, are content to roam,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But drawing nearer God the man returns<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And rears his household altar. In some quest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The feet may wander, but the heart still yearns<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the soft home-light and the quiet rest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Think yet again, good brother, is it not<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From off such altar, whether it may glow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In princely palace or in lowliest cot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That the true flame of country-love must flow?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While that enkindled by the flash of arms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is a 'strange fire,' consuming while it charms.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lives Greece less nobly in her Parthenon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In what her Solons wrote, her poets sang,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than in the gastly pride of Marathon,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And kindred fields where victors' praises rang?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And we, enriched thro' Commerce, Letters, Art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forgot our earlier grievances and scars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are we not ready for a better part?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Have we not now outgrown our need of wars?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Surely it should be so," he made reply;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"The sated earth cries out against the flow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of human blood: 'How long? how long?' The cry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Must pierce the heavens from writhing hearts below.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But men heed not; the glamor and the gain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of warfare blind them to its sin and pain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They know not pity and they count not cost<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till armies meet and life and cause are lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Would they but listen 'twere an errand blest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To plead against oppressor for oppressed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would they but follow it were joy indeed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up the white hills of truth and peace to lead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But, ah! the multitudes are gone astray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The powerful of the earth will have their way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What profit, sister, in our prayers and tears?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why mar the spring-time gladness of our years<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"In vain pursuit of universal good?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In fruitless care for earth's vast brotherhood?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Glad would I grasp such work could I but see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or near, or far, your hoped-for victory."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Whether they hear," she answered, "or forbear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis ours with signal truths to light the skies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's promises and warnings to declare;—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
<span class="i2">How can men follow if no leader rise?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The Christ shall be the victor; O my friend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why do we limit His almighty power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who sees from far beginning to the end?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose day may be an æon or an hour?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The sea is His; He made it; and His word<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can speak its wildest tumult into calm;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As He may will its deepest founts are stirred,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or surface-ripples breathe a praiseful psalm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"As well His power the rise and fall doth sway<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of human passion, tho He suffer long;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The puny pride of man shall yet obey<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mandate of the Only Wise and Strong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But God would have the children of His grace<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In this great reclamation have a share;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And each in his appointed hour and place<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Must stand, or other brow his crown will wear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She paused, and o'er them, as with magic spell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a brief space a holy silence fell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then while the sunset crimson of the sky<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set ocean all a-blush, he made reply:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Reason and candor justify your claim;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Infinite is infinite in all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Power that touches into life that flame<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Holds earth and heaven subject to His call,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And at His fiat peoples rise and fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Your dauntless zeal doth shame my coward heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your word of faith my courage doth inspire;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I see 'tis only noble to have part<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In moral contest; not to fan the fire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a false glory, which must ever feed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On souls that perish, and on hearts that bleed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And this I gather from your earnest plea;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That souls which walk in light and see the way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To heights of truth yet unattained, must be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fore-runners for their Lord, must work and pray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the incoming of the perfect day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Join we in this sweet service; cherish still<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The trust that gives you courage for the fight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your 'peaceful war' on all that's base and ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your patient battle for the pure, the right.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let us press on and mount the hills of light."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The ocean murmur fell upon their ears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sweeter than bird-song or the voice of mirth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As beamed her answering smile, thro' grateful tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While her lips whispered only "Peace on earth."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Peace! peace!"—the evening zephyrs caught the strain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wavelets sent the word across the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Exultant Nature trilled the glad refrain;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Peace! peace! The Christ is come, and peace shall be!"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="AT_THE_CLOSE_OF_THE_YEAR" id="AT_THE_CLOSE_OF_THE_YEAR">AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Neighbor, neighbor, prithee stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherefore hasten on thy way?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give a moment's heed to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would ask a thing of thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Neighbor, days and months have fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seasons one by one have sped,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to-night I greet thee here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the passing of the year.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Tis the time of reckoning now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of new resolves and annual vow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Time of straightening ugly crooks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And careful balancing of books.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Pardon if I now demand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How accounts of thine may stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast thou rendered, fair and true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto every man his due?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hast thou given timely heed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To thy poorer brother's need?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath thy strong arm been a stay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the weaker on the way?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When didst thou a joy impart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To thy sister, sad at heart!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When didst thou her grief beguile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the sunshine of thy smile?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When the heavy-laden came<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Didst thou breathe a Saviour's name?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When temptations fierce did prove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Didst thou whisper of His love?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When hosts of evil have assailed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And against the right prevailed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast thou still undaunted stood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pleading for the pure and good?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When—but neighbor, this is strange!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I question comes a change:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All that I have asked of thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes for answer back to me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Comes, against my wish and will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes and sets my heart a-thrill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes with terrors of the law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Filling me with fear and awe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Strange transition! Can it mean?—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The marvel of this shifting scene—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yes, I read the mystery now.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neighbor, mine own soul art thou.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, my soul, 'tis thine to say<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How the record stands to-day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give account of loss or gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Talent used or spent in vain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All unwitting how they sped<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I my listed queries read;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raised the duty-standard high,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Challenged measurement thereby.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While I queried came a change,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Silent, solemn, passing strange;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neighbor glided into mist,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soul and self were keeping tryst.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And the queries come anew:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soul of mine, be brave and true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lo! <i>our</i> books we balance now;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have questioned; answer thou.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="RISEN" id="RISEN">RISEN</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"He is risen; He is risen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here His empty tomb you see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And He goeth as He told you<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the hills of Galilee."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus to loving, loyal women,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the centuries agone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Angel voices told the story<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the resurrection morn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He is risen! He is risen!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Years hand down the glad refrain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let the ages on to ages<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Waft the tidings yet again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He who near the Bethlehem manger<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lowly child of earth was born,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King of kings reigns all triumphant<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since the resurrection morn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Christ is risen! Calvary's anguish<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All a lost world's ransom paid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, with tears, "the hope of Israel"<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
<span class="i2">In the new-made tomb was laid.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Deep and dark the desolation<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Falling with that night forlorn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Radiant the dawn awakening<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the resurrection morn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He has risen! By this token<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We with Him shall rise again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faith shall vanquish doubt and terror,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Joy shall banish grief and pain.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No more fear of sin's temptation,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No more dread of hatred's scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O the glory purchased for us<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the resurrection morn!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Christ is risen! Bow before Him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To His courts an offering bring;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suffering Lord and Lamb victorious,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Crown Him Conquerer, Priest and King.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Robe of light for robe of mocking,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Diadem for crown of thorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wears He now, and in His likeness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rise we, satisfied, immortal,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the resurrection morn.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="ELIZABETH_CROWNED" id="ELIZABETH_CROWNED">ELIZABETH CROWNED</a></h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Elizabeth of Hungary, a widow at the age of twenty, was sought
in marriage by Frederick II., Emperor of Germany. She, having taken
a vow never to marry again, declined his offer, and devoted her life
to deeds of kindness and charity. She died at the age of twenty-four,
and was canonized as a saint by Gregory IX. At this ceremony Frederick
placed upon her head a golden crown, saying, "Since thou wouldst
not be crowned as my Empress, I crown thee to-day as an immortal
Queen in the kingdom of God."</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When once I saw thee, fair, yet sad and lone,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tho wealth and beauty waited at thy hand—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would have crowned thee, saintly one, mine own;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Glad would have had thee share with me my throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bride of my heart, and Empress of my land!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But thou wert wedded to thy valiant dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the service of a Christ-like love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So by thy hand the suffering poor were led,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from thy bounty were the hungry fed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till came thy summons to the Court Above.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now hast thou passed from tears and pain away,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thine ear hath caught the heavenly melodies;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So be it mine, with reverent touch, to-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On thy fair head this diadem to lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And crown thee Queen immortal for the skies!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="WHO_IS_SUFFICIENT" id="WHO_IS_SUFFICIENT">WHO IS SUFFICIENT?</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Six-and-thirty little mortals<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Coming to be taught;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mine that most "delightful task<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To rear the tender thought."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Merry, mischief-loving children,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thoughtless, glad and gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loving lessons—"just a little,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dearly loving play.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Six-and-thirty souls immortal,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Coming to be fed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Needing "food convenient for them,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As their daily bread.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bright and happy little children,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Innocent and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Coming here their life-long lessons<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now to learn of me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Listen to the toilsome routine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">List, and answer them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For these things who is sufficient<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Mong the sons of men?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now they, at the well-known summons,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cease their busy hum;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, some with pleasure, some reluctant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the school-room come.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Comes a cunning little urchin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With defiant eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Making music" with his marbles<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As he passes by.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, alas! the pretty toys are<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Taken from him soon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the music-loving Willie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Strikes another tune!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Comes a lisping little beauty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scarce five summers old;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Baby voice and blue eyes pleading,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Please, misth, I'm stho cold!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Little one, the world is chilly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All too cold for thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From its storms "Our Father" shield thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thy refuge be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While I turn to caution Johnny<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not to make such noise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mary parses: "Earth's an adverb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the passive voice."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, indeed, it must be passive,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Else it is not clear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How such open language-murder,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Goes unpunished here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Second Reader Class" reciting—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Lesson verse or prose?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None in all the class is certain;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each one thinks he knows.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Well," is queried then, "the difference<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who can now define?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Answers Rob: "In verse they never<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Finish out the line!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Boy, thy thought doth strangely thrill me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as hours roll on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hears my heart a solemn query:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is my day's work done?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do I make of this my life-task<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Prose or idle rhyme?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do I in the sight of Heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Finish out the line?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, it is "too fine a knowledge"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For our mortal sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All these restless little creatures<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How to lead aright.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He who prayeth while he worketh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Taking lessons still<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the Friend of little children,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Learning all His will;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He alone can walk before them<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Worthily and well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He alone of life's strange language<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can the meaning tell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May I then with heart as tender<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As a little child<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lead my flock; and Father, keep them<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pure and undefiled.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="PEACE" id="PEACE">PEACE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O blessed peace, that floweth like a river,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unstayed, unwearied, ever on and on;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hath its fount and spring in Christ the giver,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And finds its ocean round the great white Throne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O peace of God, that passeth understanding,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art the answer to my soul's long quest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doubts, fears and sins, their serried hosts disbanding,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I leave, launch on thy wave, and anchored, rest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="BOYS_AND_GIRLS" id="BOYS_AND_GIRLS">BOYS AND GIRLS</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We were "seven in all," as the dear rustic maid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the poet so sweetly protested;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And together we rambled and studied and played,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each imbibing a share of the sunshine and shade<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherewith our young life was invested.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And black eyes and blue eyes and brown eyes and gray<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looked up to the face of our mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As she led us in study in labor or play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or told of "Our Father," and taught us to pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to cherish and love one another.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, the rapture of being when life is a-tune<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the song-life and beauty of morning;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the roseate dawn brightens into the noon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the year hastens on to the splendor of June,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In her fragrance and matchless adorning.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So our years flitted by and the youngest of all—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our dark-eyed and fun-loving brother—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was grown to be manly and lithesome and tall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to couteous titles we answered the call,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But were still "boys" and "girls" to each other.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, the joy of endeavor, endurance and toil<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On thro' summer-time vigor and sweetness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of triumph o'er that which would hinder or foil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the patience of hope after tears and turmoil,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the glory of autumn's completeness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And the toil and the turmoil and tears have been ours—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
<span class="i2">From our ranks we have missed a loved brother<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We've encountered the thorns, but we've cherished the flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We've passed under the clouds on to sunnier hours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And we're still "boys" and "girls" to each other.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_SMILE" id="A_SMILE">A SMILE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The gliding of a fairy form<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And rosy lips that knew no guile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With wonder parted, came to ask,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Papa, what is a smile?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A smile, whate'er it is, then stole<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That gentle parent's features o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For ne'er to him had been proposed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Query so strange before.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But while he pondered in his heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How he should to his child reply,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A new, triumphant joy lit up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her loving, lustrous eye;—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with this gladsome, new-found thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She answered in her own behalf:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Oh, now, I know; a smile must be<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>The whisper to a laugh!</i>"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="A_SPARROW_ALONE_ON_THE_HOUSETOP" id="A_SPARROW_ALONE_ON_THE_HOUSETOP">"A SPARROW ALONE ON THE HOUSETOP"</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sing, little sparrow, sing thy song.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">No peril neareth thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tho night be dark or day be long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or clouds hang low, sing on, sing on,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The dear God heareth thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sing, little bird, whate'er befall—<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Trill out thine utmost need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst not soar, thou canst not fall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But He will note who knoweth all,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And He thy plaint will heed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O little sparrow, far and high<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thy soft notes God-ward go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I with thee send up my cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And both shall somewhere find reply,<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>God careth for us so.</i><br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TO_MOTHER" id="TO_MOTHER">TO MOTHER</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O mother, from thy home beyond the stars<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hast thou not known the yearning of thy child<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For thy sweet love? Hast thou not heard her wild<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And piteous moaning for thy soft caress?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Felt her heart's aching for the tenderness<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the low patience of thy loving voice?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast thou not seen her 'mid life's toils and jars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pant as a bird behind its prison bars,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For freedom to fly forth and be with thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And canst thou not, sweet mother, send reply?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, thro' the depths of glory, thro' the sky,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Look for one moment down and say to me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That all of loss on earth thou findest to be<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Great gain in heaven; that thou dost rejoice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all that was, and is, and shall betide<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At last to all; and that, in Him who died,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet liveth evermore, I, too, shall see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All discord blended into harmony;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that I, too, shall be, as thou art, satisfied.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="PSALM_CXXI" id="PSALM_CXXI">PSALM CXXI</a></h2>
<p class="title">INSCRIBED TO MY SISTER, R. S. B.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lift up thine eyes unto the hills;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A pure and fragrant breath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is wafted from their purple tops,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Heaven-sent breath of <i>Faith</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lift up thine eyes unto the hills;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond their shadowy slope<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Sun of Righteousness doth rise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In roseate dawn of <i>Hope</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lift up thine eyes unto the hills;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around, below, above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The holy sky is all aglow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the warm light of <i>Love</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lift up thine eyes unto the hills;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Faith, Hope and Love are given<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To point from fading joys of earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To endless joy of Heaven.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="TO_R_T_B" id="TO_R_T_B">TO R. T. B.</a></h2>
<p class="title">ON HER MARRIAGE DAY</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i24">Sister, we know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That God is good, and He hath led us on<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By pleasant ways or painful to this day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our lives went on together until now.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In childhood and in youth the same fond home<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath been our earthly refuge; the same Rock<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our shelter when earth had no rest or shade.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the same fancy we have often smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the same sorrow wept; and oft our souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In mingling aspirations, have sent up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The same thanksgiving, the same burning prayer.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yes, we have lived <i>together</i>; we have known<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The visible blending of the outward life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made real by the holier unison<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of loving spirit and aspiring mind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spells of joy have bound us—and of hope,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tears—which are the diamond links of love—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have made the chain of our affection strong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It may be thus no more; yet—God is good—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hush the moaning of my riven heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And smile that thou art happy; and give thanks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That thy sweet life, rejoicing, hath put on<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its richest diadem, its crown of love.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May the kind Father grant that crown to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All worthy of the wearer; may His smile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lend brightness to it ever; and at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When it is laid with earthly robes away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O may the infinite and eternal Love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rest like a glory on thy radiant brow.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="ON_NEW_YEAR_1897" id="ON_NEW_YEAR_1897">ON NEW YEAR, 1897</a></h2>
<p class="title">TO G. D. AND S. F. B.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God bless you thro' this bright new year,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The first you spend together;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give peace and trust thro' cloudy days,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Joy in its sunny weather.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And may the days as days go by,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still richer seem and sweeter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And passing seasons make your lives<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In every good completer.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There are not words to tell the love<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In which I could caress you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your dear united names I breathe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And once more pray, God bless you.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TO_ANNA" id="TO_ANNA">TO ANNA</a></h2>
<p class="title">ON HER SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sixteen! and life to thee looks bright and fair;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A book unread, rose-tinted, golden edged,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Encased in binding curious, costly, rare;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the years to be thou holdest pledged<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give thee from its pages, day by day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Readings to cheer and bless the blithesome way.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And life is such a volume, only thou,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From garnered storage of the heart and mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must fill unwritten pages, and allow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fair pictures—of pure thought, of self resigned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of kindly deeds—each new-made page to grace;—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
<span class="i0">How blest if none thou, later, woulds't efface!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sixteen! A May-day in the path of life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A marvelous puzzle on the finger twirled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sixteen again; a stir of earnest strife<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And toil and tumult in a restless world;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Repeated still,—a patient, steadfast hold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On good attained,—ripe fruit, and grain of gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sixteen once more! Serene in shade or sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A brighter outlook now; existence grand!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Content in hopes fulfilled, in victories won,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mingling with holier yearnings for that land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose o'er-flown radiance and whose surplus bliss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have been the glory and the joy of this.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_SONG_OF_TENS" id="A_SONG_OF_TENS">A SONG OF TENS</a></h2>
<p class="title">TO MARY</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the tenth birthday all the world looks fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The twentieth scarcely shades it with a care;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the third decade life soars grand and high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But with the fourth its heyday passes by.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fifth comes on,—a century's half is told;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sixth,—our little girl is growing old.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another half-score milestone passed, and then<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We've reached the allotted three-score years and ten.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Years may be added; should they come to thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May Faith and Wisdom their companion be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hope thy sure anchor; Peace with thee abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Love still be thy light at eventide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="JESSICA" id="JESSICA">JESSICA</a></h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>A gentleman once wrote of Elizabeth Fry: "Her name has long
been a word of beauty in our household."</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Make thy name a word of beauty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like the lily pure and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From its perfumed cup exhaling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sweetest fragrance on the air.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Make thy name a word of beauty<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lustrous as the ocean pearl;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Constant in life's loving service,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Guileless through youth's mazy whirl.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Make thy name a word of beauty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Radiant, steadfast, like a star;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shedding from a glowing center<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Love's effulgence near and far.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Aye, we greet thee, rare-sweet maiden,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Make it evermore thy right),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jessica—our word of beauty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lily, pearl, and star of light.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TRANSITION" id="TRANSITION">TRANSITION</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the blindness and the night<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into clear and constant light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the weariness and pain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into everlasting gain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the toil and durance hard<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Into rest and rich reward.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the doubting and distress<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into certain blessedness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the dusty lanes of care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into pastures green and fair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the glaring desert sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shades where cooling waters run.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the din of woe and wrong<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into choral waves of song<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out of the dwelling, worn and old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the city of pearl and gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where now, O Death, where is thy sting?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art the summons to the King.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Grave, where is thy victory?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art the gateway to the free!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TO_A_H_B" id="TO_A_H_B">TO A. H. B.</a></h2>
<p class="title">A "COMMENCEMENT" GREETING<br />
<small>With Portraits of Eminent Authors</small></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dear Hallam, with this trifling gift<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Best wishes now I send thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through all thy future life may joy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And grace and peace attend thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">May this the bright beginning be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of days love-crowned and royal;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May griefs and faults and foes be few,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Friends manifold and loyal.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">May gems from authors such as these<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Store well thy mental coffer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for thy heart's enrichment please<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Accept the love I offer.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="blockquot"><p>1882</p></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TO_WINNIE" id="TO_WINNIE">TO WINNIE</a></h2>
<p class="title">ON HER WEDDING DAY</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stars will shine on, tho thou art gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we shall miss the gleaming<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of one bright eye's responsive smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And love-light softly beaming.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And flowers will bloom,—but we shall miss<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fragrance and a beauty<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That brightened for us here and there<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sombre path of duty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And friends will greet us on our way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we shall miss the sweetness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a fair presence that hath made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So much of life's completeness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet 'tis well; we give thee joy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pray with this caressing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That love and peace without alloy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May be thy bridal blessing.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="A_LIFE_WORK" id="A_LIFE_WORK">A LIFE WORK</a></h2>
<p class="title">IN MEMORY OF DANIEL HILL</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He heard the cry of man enslaved<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In bonds and servile toil;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gave his voice for freedom till<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The "Freedman" tilled "free-soil."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He saw his weaker brother reel,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pierced by Drink's poisoned dart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wrought and wrote with fervent zeal<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stay the Tempter's art.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He heard the clash of sword and gun<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In deadly battle-strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pleaded till his day was done<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Love's sweet rule in life.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He rests in peace. Who now shall wear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mantle he let fall?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who teach as he the Father-love,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The brotherhood of all?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="VISIONS" id="VISIONS">VISIONS</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw when Israel toiled and groaned beneath the Pharoah's rod,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in his hopeless bondage moaned his helpless prayer to God.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw when from the river's brink the infant leader rose,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Who, reared in Egypt's royal court, still felt his brothers' woes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I heard him at the burning bush his swift excuses bring:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Who, who am I, that I should stand before the Egyptian king?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And who am I that I should lead the people of thy choice?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My warning word they will not heed, nor hearken to my voice.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And who am I that I should move a monarch to relent?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I, but a man, and slow of speech, nor wise, nor eloquent."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I marked the answer: "Plead no more thy vain excuse to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am the Lord; my servant thou; my glory thou shalt see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I am the Lord; the power is mine; 'tis thine to hear and do;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord almighty is to save, by many or by few."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The man of doubt exchanged his fears for faith in God and right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While meek obedience on his brow sat like a crown of light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The slow of speech grew eloquent, till Israel gladly heard;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And bolder waxed the Leader, till the king's hard heart was stirred,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he in fierce displeasure drove the captives from his land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not knowing their deliverance was all divinely planned.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Down the long line of two-score years I looked and saw at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The blissful view from Pisgah's height; the Jordan safely passed;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And heard—as Memnon's harp had caught the sweet enchanting strain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sent adown the waves of time brave Miriam's glad refrain—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Sing, for the Lord hath triumphed; sing, great wonders can he do;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord is mighty and can save by many or by few."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw again, when sin-enslaved, by Jabin's hand oppressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A people's cry went up to God for rescue and for rest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then up rose Deborah, judge and seer, with all her valiant band,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drove the oppressor from her gates, his chariots from her land.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Jael, wife of Heber, slew his captain with the sword;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So woman's hand achieved that day the victory for the Lord.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And woman's voice extolled in song the great Deliverer's name:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Praise God! He hath avenged His own, for willingly they came.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The mountains melt before His face, the tribes their strength renew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord is mighty and doth save by many or by few."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw when Gideon led his band down to the water's bank<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To prove and set them in array, as man by man they drank,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with the handful chosen thus went forth against the foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vanquished all the Midian host, and laid their princes low.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not with the thousands called from far, who pitched by Harod's well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet the undismayed who stood when the faint-hearted fell;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But "Now, with these three hundred men, go forward," said the Lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Do thou thy part, let them do theirs, trust, and obey my word."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Their torches flashed like dancing flames, their trumpets loudly blew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strange warfare! but the Lord can save by many or by few.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Once more I saw when Israel quailed before Philistia's pride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While great Goliath, day by day, Jehovah's power defied.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The weak and timid fled away, the valiant shrank with fear;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Twas threatened death or dire defeat, and life and fame are dear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Even Saul, their chosen king, forgot (admiring Israel's boast!)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he stood head and shoulders high above his martial host.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And are there none," he cried, "who dare to meet this vaunting foe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And must the banner of our God trail in dishonor low?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then forth there came a ruddy youth: "That banner I'll defend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be it not said our God hath none on whom He may depend.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Let no heart fail to-day because of this Philistine's boast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The battle is the Lord's and He will vanquish this proud host."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then spake he to the giant foe: "A loyal servant I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Israel's God, whose holy name thou darest to defy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"In that dread name I charge thee stand, and shield thee as thou may;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The fowls of air, the beasts of earth shall feast on thee to-day."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Twas but a pebble from the brook, sent by a loyal will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But sword and spear not mightier were God's purpose to fulfil.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For one may chase a thousand, and ten thousand flee from two;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The God of right is strong to save by many or by few.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">* * * * *<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Years, ages pass and now I see a land beloved and fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lo! a cruel enemy hath gained possession there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The riches of this goodly land into his coffers pour;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Insatiate and unscrupulous, his constant cry is "More!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"More money clinking in my till, more men—my licensed prey;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More <i>boys</i> to feed my traffic when these men have passed away."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus man is robbed of purse and soul, home of its peace and joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wife of husband is bereft, the mother of her boy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The land doth mourn. On every side the spoiler hath his way;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
<span class="i0">No past oppression hath surpassed this vision of to-day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And who, like Moses, will exchange his self-distrust and fear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For faith to meet the encroaching foe and check his bold career?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And who, like Deborah, will arise and lead a valiant band<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To drive the Tyrant from her gates, the Traffic from her land?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who will, like Gideon and his men, the light of truth dare throw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On darkest evil, and the trump of coming victory blow?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or who, like David, will come forth in God's great name, alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lay the boastful giant low, as once with sling and stone?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Avarice and unholy Pride against the good contend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The battle is the Lord's and He His people will defend.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The great Red Sea of wrong, while He doth pass, shall stand aside;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mountains shall bow before Him, and proud Jordan's waves divide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Each epoch hath its burning bush, and each its palm-tree shade;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And each its oak of Ophrah, where the pledge of peace is made.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And each its fold, where kingly soul in shepherd guise is found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when the Master calleth there the place is "holy ground."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Holy the place; but whose the hour? perchance He calleth <i>thee</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or <i>thee</i>; who, who will answer now, "Lord, here am I; send me?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, for the love of land and home, make answer brave and true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our God is mighty still to save, by many or by few.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="BE_YE_ALSO_READY" id="BE_YE_ALSO_READY">BE YE ALSO READY</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Let us be still before Him. Yet once more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That voice hath spoken to our startled souls<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which fell in solemn cadence on the ear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the hushed listeners on Mt. Olive's hill:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"At eventide, at midnight, or at morn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Son of Man shall come, shall surely come;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be ready, for ye may not know the hour."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if at eventide, when Nature folds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her toil-spent hands and sinks into repose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or if at midnight hour of gloom Thou come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or when the morning spreads her wings of light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh make us ready for the solemn call.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Supply our need, of knowledge, wisdom, grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dear Lord, that with confiding joy our souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made pure of sin and strong in faith, may go<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To meet Thee at Thy coming. If the sound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of sweet home-voices follow to the brink<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of death's dark river, as they fainter grow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then let us hear Thy still small voice of love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say to us, "It is I—be not afraid."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or if the angel of the icy hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should find us when no human friend is near<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And summon us away, then as we lose<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our hold of earth and fall away from life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O wilt Thou grant our parting spirits may<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go out in silence and be found with Thee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="MIMOSA" id="MIMOSA">MIMOSA</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A modest plant; soft shades of green<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In leaflets poised on slender stem;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all outspread to catch the glow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of morning sun or dew-drop gem.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, lo, what change! When finger-tips<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But touch the leaflets' fringe, the charm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of life is gone—Mimosa shrinks,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As conscious of some present harm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So would I have my soul recoil<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From touch of wrong or thought of sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So throw its portals wide again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To let the dew and sunshine in.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="AT_THE_CRISIS" id="AT_THE_CRISIS">AT THE CRISIS</a></h2>
<p class="title">I.—THE STEAMBOAT BELLS</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>When steamboats approach Mt. Vernon their bells begin to toll,
and continue the mournful service until the sacred spot is again left
in the distance.</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mt. Vernon's shade sweet vigil keeps<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where on her breast her hero sleeps;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O passing bells, soft be your tone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toll gently for our Washington.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Toll, the great Warrior's strife is o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toll, for the Statesman pleads no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toll—for a Man is fallen—on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Peal out your dirge for Washington.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Toll for a people's wounded heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toll for a bleeding Nation's smart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toll for a World!—toll sadly on—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The world hath lost a Washington.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ring out your wailing on the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let it be a voice of prayer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He whom we greatly need is gone;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God give another Washington.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="blockquot"><p>1863</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus while she listened to the mournful knell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That woke sad echoes on Potomac's shore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saw how from Sumter's height her banner fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And heard, not distant far, loud battle's roar;—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, while she heard the impatient bondman's moan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Knew her own power defied, her trust betrayed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While Treason rose to hurl her from her throne—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Spirit of the Union mused and prayed.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="title">II.—THE EMANCIPATOR</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God gave another; while we stood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aghast before the coming flood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of war, and its attending woes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The one for whom she prayed arose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Blinded and deaf, we knew him not;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet saw him wipe out slavery's blot;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heard him proclaim his people free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From lake to gulf, from sea to sea.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Saw this and heard, but deaf and blind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We failed to recognize the Mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, going on from strength to strength,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From grace to grace, had grown at length,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thro the stern lessons of the hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of danger, censure, praise and power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be the Man among us, one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom now we hail, since he is gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lincoln, our more than Washington.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="blockquot"><p>1866</p></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="ON_THE_DEATH_OF_DR_JAMES_E_RHOADS" id="ON_THE_DEATH_OF_DR_JAMES_E_RHOADS">ON THE DEATH OF DR. JAMES E. RHOADS</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fallen? No; his part was finished<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the earthly toil and strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hath but lain his armor by,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And entered into life.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Silent? No; tho' hushed forever<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tones that did like music thrill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through example, helpful, holy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lo, he speaketh still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Vanished? Lost to those that loved him?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No; his spirit lingering near<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still doth woo them, onward, upward,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whispering, "Be of cheer."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Crowned? Aye, crowned in earth and heaven;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here with laurels fairly won;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There with star-lit diadem,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Inscribed "Well done! well done!"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="ETERNAL_YOUTH" id="ETERNAL_YOUTH">ETERNAL YOUTH</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looking in thine eyes of azure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looking on thy hair of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once I wished, Evangelina,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That there were no growing old.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For I thought of how thy sweet eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would grow dim with tears and care;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How the years would turn to silver<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All thy wealth of golden hair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How the lines of life would gather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O'er the face so placid now;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Traces of its toil and struggle<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Touching lip and cheek and brow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This I thought, and wished the shadows<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Might not lengthen o'er thy way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wished there were no time but spring-time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were no evening of the day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now I fear, Evangelina,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That my wish was half a prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That the listening Father heard me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That thou liest, an answer, there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For thou liest in thy beauty,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Eyes of blue and hair of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lip and cheek and brow of marble,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Folded fingers, still and cold;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O my angel, God hath called thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where there is no growing old.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="BUILDING_TIME" id="BUILDING_TIME">BUILDING TIME</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The time of the singing of birds is come;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis the happiest time of the year:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They are saying, "Let's build us our summer home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the frost-king no longer we fear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The time of the singing of birds is come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the time of their building, too;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a feather, a straw and a stray bit of gum<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They will shew what bird-builders can do.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The time of the singing of birds is come:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I was eaves-dropping under the trees;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as I translated the twitter and hum,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I thought the words sounded like these:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">"Twirr-a-whirr, twirr-a-whirr,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
<span class="i4">The young leaves are astir;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We will make us a nest snug and warm<br /></span>
<span class="i4">On this apple-tree bough—<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We are at it e'en now—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All secure from intruders and storm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">"'Tis for home, 'tis for love,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">'Tis for heaven above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And our roof is the clear azure sky;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The foundations we lay<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In this rough straw and clay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we'll line it with moss by and by."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The time of the singing of birds is here,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And if under the apple-tree bough<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Orlando and May would a domicile rear,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Let them hear what the birds tell them now:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">"Build for home, build for love,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Build for heaven above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Build with music and cheer like the birds;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And if palace or cot,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Built of marble or what,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Line your nest with the moss of kind words,"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="SUNRISE" id="SUNRISE">SUNRISE</a></h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>The incident here narrated occurred some years ago at the Media
Training School for Feeble-Minded Children, then in care of Dr. I.
N. Kerlin.</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A feeble, idiot boy, he stood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where Nature in her beauty grew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And over field and flowering wood<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Her summer mantle lightly threw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The scene had met his eye before;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The pleasant path he oft had trod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And one who sought in simple lore<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To teach him things of heaven and God<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Had often wandered with him there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pointed out each lovely spot,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sunlit cloud—the floweret fair—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But still he comprehended not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For all his soul was void and still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And darkness held his mind in thrall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He recognized no Sovereign Will,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor saw the hand of God in all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Nature's presence now alone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He stood, and filled with silent awe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beheld, before the coming sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The curtained Night in haste withdraw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And gazing there with vacant eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All motionless and mute he waits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When lo! the chariot of the sky<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rolls through the morning's crimson gates.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The orient beams with beauteous light—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath not his soul its radiance caught?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His being grasps a new delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A deep, mysterious change is wrought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A light is kindled in his breast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A temple-veil at length is riven;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in that hour of strange unrest<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
<span class="i2">A thought is born—of God in heaven.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In haste he seeks his tutor's side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he who "bore in grief a part"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will, in this happy hour of pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Responsive hail his joy of heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The glowing cheek, the flashing eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The parted lips—<i>not voiceless now</i>—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, caught from that resplendent sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The marvelous light upon his brow,—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While these, ere yet he speaks, attest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The rapture which that thought has given;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He lifts his finger toward the east<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And softly whispers, "<i>God, in Heaven!</i>"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O blessed hour! and happy he<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To whom, thro patient love 'twas given<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To set a fettered spirit free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wake a hope of God in Heaven<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="NEAL_DOW" id="NEAL_DOW">NEAL DOW</a></h2>
<p class="title">WRITTEN FOR A MEMORIAL DAY SERVICE</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A Soul was stirred as one thro' blinding tears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rehearsed a tale of want and cruel wrong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keen indignation banished doubts and fears;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The purpose of imperial youth grew strong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A Voice was heard: "Alas! that on the side<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of sin and mad oppression there is power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we will change all this, if God so aid":—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Maine's new freedom dated from that hour.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A Life was given; fraught with noble deeds;—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Aflame with words of truth, and tireless zeal,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And boldness for the right that gave no heed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To threatening hate, or sycophant's appeal.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But men decried the fervor of that Soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And would have hushed the Voice that pleaded still<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the oppressors' power, and such control<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As brought <i>them</i> gain, all others loss and ill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And men denounced that Life; and where it came<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ofttimes their scoffings tainted the sweet air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As with malicious scorn they hailed a name<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That calumny itself left clean and fair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now that Soul hath entered into rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Voice is silent, and that peerless Life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath crossed the threshold where the good and blest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Enter, and cease from sorrow, toil and strife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Life and Voice and Soul! O princely one!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our loyal hearts send greeting to thee now;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy name has lighted near a century gone,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Twill brighten ages yet to come, Neal Dow.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="PARADISE_WILL_PAY_FOR_ALL" id="PARADISE_WILL_PAY_FOR_ALL">"PARADISE WILL PAY FOR ALL"</a></h2>
<p class="title">LAST WORDS OF SAMUEL A. PURDIE</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From the charm of idle pleasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From Ambition's siren song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the rush for earthly treasure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the busy, careless throng;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the dawn of life's fair morning<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>
<span class="i2">He had heard the Master's call;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Yea, I come," his heart made answer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Paradise will pay for all."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On through years of toil and struggle<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Walked he, faithful to his word;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blameless life and kind entreaty<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Leading many to the Lord.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meeting dangers, bearing burdens<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Well might stoutest heart appal;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to every doubt replying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Paradise will pay for all."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now at eve, toil-spent and weary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pierced with pain the pilgrim lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Watching still with faith triumphant<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the dawn of brighter day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then upon his ear there falleth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Once again the Master's call:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Come up higher." "Yea," he answers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Paradise will pay for all."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="FORGIVENESS" id="FORGIVENESS">FORGIVENESS</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Father in Heaven, I thank Thee for this hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This blessed hour wherein my contrite soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Humbled and happy bows itself to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pleading that all its error and its sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May be forgiven—even as I forgive.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The cruel wrong swept o'er me like a flood;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my hurt soul in fierce defiance rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all forgetful that itself could sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaped heavy hatred on the offender's head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There came a calmer hour in which I saw<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The strong temptation that had moved him thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To barter all his better life away—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love, honor, principle—to gain the world.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And seeing this I learned to pity him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For well I knew the bauble he had won<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would only mock him with its faithless glare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And well I knew the golden fruit he grasped<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would be but dust and ashes in his hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And knowing this I learned to pity him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as my pity grew it turned to prayer—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That when the glitter of the gold was gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the sweet fruit was bitter to his taste;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the sad memory of the slighted past<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Came, and made deeper still the present gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The darkness might be lifted, and the Soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Self-robbed and famishing, might find its way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the green pastures and the springs of life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in the heart whence love and joy had fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whence hope was exiled, there might yet be peace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But suddenly I queried in my heart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What power had moved me that I should have prayed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For him I counted as my life-long foe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Greatly I marveled what it meant that thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I had called down such blessing upon him—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The kindliest boon of heaven, the peace of God.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deep in my soul there came an answering voice:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O Child, <i>it is but this—thou hast forgiven</i>!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then thanks, O Father, for this plessed hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein my soul, by Thine own Spirit taught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prays with no mockery of words Thy prayer:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Forgive my trespasses, <i>as I forgive</i>."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="A_LOST_SONG" id="A_LOST_SONG">A LOST SONG?</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Horror of combat, and tumult and dread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thunder of cannon and bursting of bomb;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moans of the wounded (who envy the dead)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lost in the clamor of trumpet and drum.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">O where is the song of the angels?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">O when shall we hear it again?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Peace on earth," rang the chorus seraphic,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">"And good will evermore among men."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here is fierce anger and hatred and death,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pitiless slaughter of pitiless foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blessings and curses poured forth in a breath;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brave self-forgetting, and measureless woe.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But where is the song of the angels?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">O when shall we hear it again?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Peace on earth," rang the chorus seraphic,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">"And good will evermore among men."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Blue waves of ocean are reddened with gore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Victor and victim earth holds to her breast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hearts that will thrill with ambition no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Heads that so lately fond mothers caressed.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">O where is the song of the angels?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">O when shall we hear it again?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Peace on earth," rang the chorus seraphic,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">"And good will evermore among men."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Victory, purchased at infinite cost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Honors and titles so fearfully won,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fame, at the price of lives blighted and lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Graves, all unnoted, unnumbered, unknown.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
<span class="i4">O where is the song of the angels?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Dear Christ, let us hear it again;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Peace on earth," send the chorus seraphic,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">"Peace on earth, and good will among men."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_NEW_EARTH" id="A_NEW_EARTH">A NEW EARTH</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I have dreamed a sweet dream; I have seen a fair vision;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have looked the wide universe o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And earth's nations arise in a glory elysian—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They do not learn war any more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There are music and mirth; there are childhood's sweet voices,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Winsome age lends its placid charm there;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There are laughter and glee as when home-life rejoices<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unshadowed by sorrow or care.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In all noble achievement, all worthy endeavor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Men in kindly ambition contend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the valiant of heart may yet know he hath ever<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In his sturdiest foeman a friend.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nevermore the proud boast or the haughty defiance;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without end shall His kingdom increase;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Tis the day of <i>all nations in Holy Alliance</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis the reign of truth, justice, and peace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nevermore shall a nation lift sword against nation,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
<span class="i2">The dominion of Hatred is o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Tis the triumph of Love, 'tis the dawn of Christ's kingdom,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They shall not learn war any more.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="RECALL" id="RECALL">RECALL</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Put up thy sword, O Nation, grand and strong!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Call in thy fleet-winged missiles from the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art thou not great enough to suffer wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Land of the brave, the freest of the free?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Put up thy sword. 'Tis nobler to endure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than to avenge thee at another's cost;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And while thy claim and purpose are made sure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Behold that other's life and honor lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Put up thy sword. It hath not hushed the cry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That called it all too rashly from its sheath;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still o'er the fated isle her children lie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And find surcease from anguish but in death.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Put up thy sword, O Country, strong and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let strife and avarice and oppression cease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall the world thy Star of Empire see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Resplendent o'er the heaven-touched hills of Peace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="PHILISTIAS_TRIUMPH" id="PHILISTIAS_TRIUMPH">PHILISTIA'S TRIUMPH</a></h2>
<p class="title"><small>1 Samuel 4: 10, 11; 7: 3.</small><br /><br />
(WRITTEN ON THE DEFEAT OF THE PROHIBITION AMENDMENT
IN PENNSYLVANIA.)</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They fought with lances in that ancient day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With sword and spear and arrow deftly sped.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At eventide the hosts of Israel lay<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vanquished and spoiled, the dying with the dead;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And the Ark of God was taken.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They fought with ballots in our nearer day;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From morn to eve the light-winged missiles flew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Again Philistia's triumph brought dismay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Wrong, victorious, struggling Virtue slew,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And the Ark of God was taken.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O ye to whom the sacred trust was given<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To guard the altar and the ark of God,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have ye been recreant to the charge of heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That thus we fall before the avenging rod,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And the Ark of God is taken?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rouse from your shameful slumbers. Put away<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your strange gods from among you. Turn again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in the drawing of some nobler day<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The hosts of sin may be rebuked of men,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And the Ark of God re-taken.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="THE_WHITE_RIBBON_ARMY" id="THE_WHITE_RIBBON_ARMY">THE WHITE RIBBON ARMY</a></h2>
<p class="title">(Air: King Bibbler's Army.)<br />
FOR M. B. T.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In the years, years ago, when the true-hearted women,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Started forth on their errand of prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many said, "'Tis the cry of the Home for protection";<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many said, "'Tis delusion and snare."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some said, softly, "God bless you"; some murmured, "Mistaken";<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some the swift shafts of calumny hurled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they went bravely forward, a praying procession,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marching out, out, out in the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a trembling chorus:<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now to save our young men the White-Ribbon Army<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the head of the host came the silver-haired mothers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Arm in arm with the daughters so fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the wives for their husbands, the girls for their brothers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Raise their voices to heaven in prayer.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
<span class="i0">As their pleadings prevail, and "the worst foe" surrenders,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The white banner of peace is unfurled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And we now may behold them, a joyful procession,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marching on, on, on round the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a swelling chorus:<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And oh to save our country the White-Ribbon Army<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They have entered the gates of the Empire Celestial,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They have compassed the Isles of the Sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they carry glad tidings of good to all people,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From the land of the brave and the free.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the peeress of England, on Afric's dark daughter,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is the white-ribbon emblem now twirled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the army moves onward, a dauntless procession,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marching on, on, on round the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a ringing chorus:<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br /></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lo! to save all nations the White-Ribbon Army<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="CHRISTMAS" id="CHRISTMAS">CHRISTMAS</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dawn of glory! radiant morn!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-day the Christ, our King, is born.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our King, our Saviour, Son of Man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Son of God—all-wondrous plan!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Virgin's joy; a world's salvation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Humblest type of exaltation!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Highest form of life despised;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Visage marred, and beauty prized.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By angels heralded on high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By men abhorred and doomed to die.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Entombed secure 'neath seal and stone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Uprisen to the Eternal Throne!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hail, blessed light! Hail glorious morn!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Wonderful, the Christ is born!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_DAY_IN_JUNE" id="A_DAY_IN_JUNE">"A DAY IN JUNE"</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Early Dawn looked out upon the world<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And cried, "How beautiful a world to be!"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Dawn herself was beautiful to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her hair of glowing golden light uncurled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About a face of clear serenity,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereon rose-tinted smiles played daintily and free.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Aye, fair the earth," she said, "most fair—and yet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How can I for one briefest space forget<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How dark a stain its loveliness doth mar;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A stain, a scourge, the cruel curse of war!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even now I dimly see and faintly hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The clang of drum, the clash of sword and spear."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pale with pity, swift she shrank away,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Leaving the world and war to broader day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Sun at noon looked down upon the world;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From depths of vast ethereal blue looked down,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And mused, "You far, fair Earth, sure we must crown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Queen of the Universe. Great flags unfurled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O'er her bright waters witness high renown<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Won by her creature, Man; aye, bring for Earth a crown!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet stay—there riseth over Afric plains<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A cloud of battle-smoke; with crimson stains<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her rivers run; her hills and meadows fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trampled by hostile hordes, lie waste and bare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yonder, in the islands of the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A people struggle vainly to be free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And everywhere the banners of fair fame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trail in the dust of hatred, greed and shame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No crown for Earth; I mourn so bright a star<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lost in the chaos of consuming war."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And veiled in robe of woe, he went his way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Borne by the passing hours to close of day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The twilight lingered, and the Evening Star<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looked back upon the world and whispered low:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"These who have spoken surely could not know:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earth is a great, pure pearl, and seems from far<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Set with fair homes, like gems; in amber glow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or emerald green, or gold or roseate snow.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But hush! In palace hall a bitter cry;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mangled hero is borne in to die;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in yon lowly cot, a widow's moan;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mother's heart-break o'er her only son.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas! 'tis true. Earth's battle-fields destroy<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Her noblest manhood; rob her homes of joy."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sad the Star of Evening sank from sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While Earth lay shrouded in the gloom of night.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But from afar—beyond the Morning's birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond the depths whence Sun looked down on earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond the dreamy distance of the Star,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A voice proclaimed: "They shall no more learn war."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="TO-DAY" id="TO-DAY">TO-DAY</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Light on my pathway, blessed Lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The light of life, I pray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, let the glory of Thy word<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shine o'er my life to-day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I cry to Thee for present help,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Turn not my prayer away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Strength and Refuge of Thine own,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Keep Thou my soul to-day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My willing but uncertain feet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Guide in Thy chosen way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let Thy grace sufficient be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all my need to-day.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="LOSING_VICTORIES" id="LOSING_VICTORIES">LOSING VICTORIES</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My 'Infant Class' one summer morn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was gathered in the maple shade<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Near the church door, and there we talked<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Of the fair world our Lord had made—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The swaying trees upon the hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The waving grain, the shadowy grove—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till every little heart seemed filled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the sweet sense of Jesus' love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A query came: Dear little ones,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As days go by what shall we do—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Jesus has so loved us all—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To show him that we love him too?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I'll mind mama," said wilful Tim;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Ben, "I'll carry in the wood;"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Said Mary, "I will lessons learn;"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While Dimple lisped, "I will be dood."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And how will Helen show her love?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She, with a wistful glance at Rose—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sweet, but pale and timid child—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Replied, "By giving up, I 'spose."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dear girl! To fragile sister Rose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She oft must yield her will and way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now this duty shall disclose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her love for Jesus, day by day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh oft, were we but wise, we'd find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our triumph in another's gain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On glowing altar—coals of love—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would joy to see self-idols slain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In simplest ways the soul may drink<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With Christ the sacrificial cup,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a victory is won,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And nobly won, by 'giving up.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="NOT_MINE" id="NOT_MINE">NOT MINE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy will, Thy way, not mine, O blessed Lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My will would choose the smooth and pleasant way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that might lead from duty's path astray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, I would walk "according to Thy word,"<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Choosing Thy way, not mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy peace, my gracious Saviour, would I choose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My peace might lead me man, not God, to please,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Might lure my soul to take its selfish ease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, gaining all the world, itself to lose,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Give me Thy peace, not mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy will, Thy way, Thy peace, Thou knowest best;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let me but see the guiding of Thine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let me but know Thy voice, and swift reply<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soul shall make to every know behest,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Doing Thy will, not mine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="IN_THE_DESERT" id="IN_THE_DESERT">IN THE DESERT</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah me! what life since hers in age agone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath not known Hagar's hour in desert wild;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Outcast from sheltering home, adrift, alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bereft of love's sweet ministry, her child—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her heart's one treasure—late so fond and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Become a burden more than she could bear;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All earth and sky a strange enfolding scroll<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Writ o'er with nameless pain and sense of need<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To which nor pitying eye nor ear gave heed<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Till came the thought of God.</i> Even so the soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Consumed with vain regret and doubt and dread—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she upon the barren sand her boy—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lays all it once had counted hope and joy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the desolate waste itself had spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Self-abnegating, tho with bitter cry—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I yield thee, but I cannot see thee die."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, passing thence, the agonizing plea<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faith transforms into tuneful harmony,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Glad to remember "Thou, God, seest me."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_PHANTOM_IN_THE_CIRCLE" id="A_PHANTOM_IN_THE_CIRCLE">A PHANTOM IN THE "CIRCLE"</a></h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Written for a literary club, to which the author had formerly belonged,
in Waterford, Va.</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Start not, good friends; there was a time<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When I, whom fate, in kindly mood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made brief sojourner in your clime,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was glad partaker of the good<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That from your "Circle" emanated;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as the seven days went 'round<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The appointed "Fourth-day evening" found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Me with its members congregated.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And also now I recognize<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The smiling lips and beaming eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of some, who, cordial, kind and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had smiles and loving words for me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who, when I entered rose to greet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And welcome gave, sincere and sweet.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that was years ago, and now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There may be wrinkles on my brow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There may have fled from form and face<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The transient charms of youth and grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And time and sadness may have thrown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shadow o'er the "chestnut brown"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of locks that once—well, let that pass;—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These are but sorrowful reflections,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, like those of my looking-glass,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Do but discover imperfections;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So let us leave this train of thought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And start in happier directions.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But first I think it may be due<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alike unto myself and you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest some should think I may have brought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My ghostly presence here unsought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make this note of explanation:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That not for pride, or praise, or gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or curious motive am I come;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor yet for want of occupation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Far from intruding thus, I would<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have it distinctly understood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'm here by "special invitation."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here! and my phantom pulses quicken!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pale memories gather round me fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now they grow, and gleam, and thicken,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fan me with their wings of light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bear me to a realm more bright<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than fairy land or elfin home,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or that sweet world whence dreams do come<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The heaven of a happy Past!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">* * * * *<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Familiar faces on me smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Remembered voices greet my ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And social converse gives the while,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
<span class="i2">The old-time wisdom and good cheer.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But while we're all engaged in chat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of work, of weather, and all that,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And voices rise and smiles grow broader,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Presiding dignity comes forth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With modest but "amazing" worth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And calls the whole concern to order.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then "minutes" penned by snow-white hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Approved without dissension stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hushed is all the talk and noise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The while some soft or manly voice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From gifted author doth unfold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before us treasures new and old.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We grant them rare, yet lay them by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our intellectual strength to try<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In essay, speech, or declamation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We reverence the might of mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here our home-spun thoughts still find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A kindlier appreciation.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With hushed breath and eyes that glisten,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To some fine argument we listen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From one with head so full of lore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That to prevent its brimming o'er<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He must impart his information.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The which he does "by book and rule,"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Achieving in the village school<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A never-ceasing reformation.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With rapt attention now we hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A discourse upon Sound and Ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherein is beautifully blended,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Science and the History,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Knowledge and the Mystery<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So fair, when fairly comprehended.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then some poetic brain is fired,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some secret spring unlocked, for<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A brother brings, with love inspired,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Kind thoughts in glowing words attired,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And prays at once with heart and pen—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the people say Amen—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"God bless the Country Doctor."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And "lesser lights" send out a gleam<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of intellectual glory;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a grave or playful theme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or fact profound, or doubtful dream,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or song, or allegory<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beguiles the gloom of winter night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And makes the slow hours swift and light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To social pleasure adds a charm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes young hearts wise and old hearts warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Life a pleasant story.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">* * * * *<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O friends, I live it o'er again!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cross the gulf 'twixt Now and Then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And live that happy time again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its varied joy and brightness, all—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The crowded room, the lighted hall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The merry laugh, the friendly nod—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bless the Fate that brought—but no,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let us not read these chances so—<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Fate is the Sovereign will of God</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He marks the paths by mortals trod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And He appoints our joy and woe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then bless we God, whose gracious hand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath led us gently on our way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By whose good will to-day we stand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rejoicing that we live to-day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By whose sweet mercy yet we trust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That all of us which is not dust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From time and toils of earth shall rise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To nobler life beyond the skies.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="A_VALENTINE" id="A_VALENTINE">A VALENTINE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Up in the same sweet heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though parted far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We two may see at even<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The same bright star.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So the same blessed guide-star<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Love divine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Illumines with its glory<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy path and mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When thoughts of these, of heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And love are thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be one kind memory given<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy Valentine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_CONVENTION_HYMN" id="A_CONVENTION_HYMN">A CONVENTION HYMN</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bless us now, our Heavenly Father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As we gather once again<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And unite our hearts and voices<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In a grateful, glad refrain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Praises for a Father's bounty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Praises for a Saviour's reign.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Guide us by thy Holy Spirit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lead us in thy perfect way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Show us as we strive to serve Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What to do and what to say;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Teach us how to work and suffer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How to watch and how to pray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gracious Lord, we come with pleading<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
<span class="i2">For our tempted brother's sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the open door of mercy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Praying Thou wilt take him in.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sin-sick, heart-sore and repentant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let him now new life begin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And we bring our sister, moaning<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Over blighted hope and home;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Robbed of all life's best possessions<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the ruthless spoiler—Rum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To her rest in Thy compassion,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bid the heavy-laden "Come."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And we pray, O God of Nations,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That thine outstretched arm of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May rebuke this prowling evil,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May drive back the powers of night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And preserve us Home and Country<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Overruled by Love and Right.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="A_COLLECTION_SONG" id="A_COLLECTION_SONG">A COLLECTION SONG</a></h2>
<p class="title">FOR THE LOYAL TEMPERANCE LEGION</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kind friends, we thank you, one and all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For giving such attention,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While we've arraigned Old Alcohol,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of his faults made mention.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if you'd like to see him now<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Put "in a pretty pickle,"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just lend a hand and help us on<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By giving us a nickel.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He stalks the earth from east to west,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
<span class="i2">A deal of mischief doing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we are "on the war-path" now,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Old Alcohol pursuing.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So if you'd like to see him caught<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And punished for his crime, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just lend a hand and help us on<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By tossing us a dime, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He robs our homes of peace and joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He fills the land with sighing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sets snares and pitfalls for our feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(He'd better be a-dying.)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So if you think he should be slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As we believe he'd or'ter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just lend a hand and help us on<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By handing out a quarter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He boasts himself a King—by law<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And license well protected;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now "the children are a-field"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We'll have him soon ejected.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So if you'd see us tackle him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And take him by the collar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just lend a hand and help us on<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By dropping in a dollar.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_BOUNDARY_LINE" id="THE_BALLAD_OF_THE_BOUNDARY_LINE">THE BALLAD OF THE BOUNDARY LINE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Here shall the Boundary Line be laid."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Not so, but here," the other said.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clamor of contest ran fierce and high,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Defiant challenge and proud reply.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For heights of the Andes rose between<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The Chilean States and the Argentine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the mooted question, day by day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was "What doth limit my neighbor's sway?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The sunlight rose and the shadows fell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On either slope, but none could tell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just where the morning's magic wand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Touched the Argentine or Chile land.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fair in their verdure, pure in their snow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So near to heaven their summits go—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should they ever by man be trod?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Twould seem they should only belong to God.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But the strife went on with passing years,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fed by resentment and pride and fears;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor priest nor people could yet define<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rightful range of the Boundary Line.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The strife went on with its loss and shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As generations went and came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And each in its turn the task essayed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To solve the problem so long delayed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">* * * * *<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then kinder, kinglier thought prevailed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where threat of sword and gun had failed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And love-illumined reason wrought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The adjustment long so vainly sought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For how can a trifle of earth and air<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the worth of human lives compare?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what can it matter if thine or mine<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Be the narrow side on the Boundary Line?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And why should greed and grim distrust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Despoil us of our faith and trust?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enough, enough, let us pledge our word<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To settle by judgment, not by sword.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Let us heed the counsel our good priests bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And raise the standard of Christ our King,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the here or there of the Boundary Line<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let God and the British king define."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then the mother-heart of the nation stirred,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the fair De Costa's plea was heard:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Fathers and brothers! warriors, men!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall we give our bravest to death and pain?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Shall we hush our hearts as we see them go—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God pity!—to strive with a brother foe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Long we have waited, have suffered and prayed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a joy still denied us, a hope still delayed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Enough; let the sun in highest heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pencil the line for which you have striven;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let a princely people on either side<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In friendship and fair accord abide;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Be the strife of the past to the wild winds swept;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The faith of the future unswervingly kept;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let 'The Christ of the Andes' rest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In token of peace on the mountain's crest."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Grandly the people made reply;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pledge was taken, the arms laid by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And glad thanksgiving and festal song<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Witnessed the joy of the gathered throng.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Joy! for the strife of the past was o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Joy! for the promise of war no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Joy in the gladness of land and home,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Joy for the world-wide peace to come.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On snow-tipped height of the Andean range<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They planted the statue fair and strange;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there, to the query of the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its bronze and granite make reply:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I witness the failure of the sword,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The victory of the Love-sent word;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To dust may crumble rock and hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This pledge of nations abideth still."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">* * * * *<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So now the Boundary Line is laid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Christ in the heart hath the conflict stayed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now doth "the Christ of the Andes" rest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In token of peace on the mountain's crest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" />
<h2><a name="MARGARET_LEE" id="MARGARET_LEE">MARGARET LEE</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Margaret Lee—you do not know her?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rightly named—a pearl is she;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Half a score of years I've loved her—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Precious Margaret Lee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Dimples?" No; nor "golden tresses,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor yet "voice of silvery tone";—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If such phrases must express her,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Beauty she has none.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Soft brown hair and grey eyes dreaming<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Visions that none others see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plain her features; <i>you</i> might call her<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Homely Margaret Lee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Margaret owns no stately mansion,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Carries not a heavy purse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heiress to no "lordly acres,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Humble station hers.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Quietly she treads life's highway;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quiet, yet with noble mien;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Mid the lowly, 'mid the lofty<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Journeying like a queen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some have called her cold and haughty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From her bearing, high and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some have said a lofty spirit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dwells with Margaret Lee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why then do the "heavy-laden"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hail with joy her coming nigh?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why the childern love her shadow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she passeth by?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some have deemed her weak, erratic.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some, too self-reliant, strong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One avers, her mood too gloomy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One, too light her song.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All may be; the clouds of error<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ofttimes overshade her way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hiding where the rough and changeful<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Paths of duty lay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But unseen by mortal vision<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Daily bends a suppliant knee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Humbly bows a contrite spirit—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Praying Margaret Lee—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Asking of the All-forgiving<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pardon for her erring life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeking wisdom, faith and patience<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For its coming strife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So with footstep sometimes faltering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But with steadfast hope in God,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keeps she still a blithesome journey<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O'er the earthly road.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And at last all loss and failure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lost in mercy, it may be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaven's gate of pearl will open<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For sweet Margaret Lee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There redeemed from sin and sorrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There from care and conflict free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She will walk the angel city,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Angel Margaret Lee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="SOARING_UPWARD" id="SOARING_UPWARD">SOARING UPWARD</a></h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>A. G. M., lingering on the threshold of eternity, looked lovingly
back to tell of the glory revealed to her purified vision. "Angels are
waiting," she whispered, "and all is beautiful, beautiful." Then, as
her spirit winged its happy way, a sweet murmur again was heard,
and the words were: "Soaring upward, upward into Heaven."</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They call thee dead. They say that thou art gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forevermore from earth. It is not so;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know thy gentle spirit will return<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And linger fondly round the loved below.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They call thee dead. And now thou art not ours;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"God touched thee," for thy work on earth was done.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy presence was to us like summer flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And they are faded now; and thou art gone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I had not thought, fair girl, that thou couldst die;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I knew thee gentle, innocent and gay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dreamed not that the brightness of thine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was destined thus so soon to fade away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Tis well: "He giveth His beloved sleep,"—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O Sleeper, thou so early loved and blest!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say, were it wrong, if we who linger weep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And long to sleep, like thee, and be at rest?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ay, we who linger should not idlers be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Day hath appointed work from morn till even;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And while we wait 'tis sweet to think of thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As "soaring upward, upward into heaven!"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="THE_END_OF_THE_ROAD" id="THE_END_OF_THE_ROAD">THE END OF THE ROAD</a></h2>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">Do you wonder at my smiling?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do you wonder that I faint not 'neath the burden of my load?<br /></span>
<span class="i8">O, the gloom and toil and duty<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Change to light and praise and beauty<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I'm looking toward the end of the road.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">Though the way is long and dreary,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I languish for a happier, a more serene abode,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">As the light of earth grows dimmer,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Looking up, I see the glimmer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of its glory at the end of the road.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">Though the talent seemeth meager,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my Sovereign Lord doth gather, ever, where He hath not strowed,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Yet I would not therefore spurn it,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">But "with usury" return it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At His coming at the end of the road.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">Though I now go forth with weeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I bear the precious seed which the Master would have sowed,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">I shall come again with singing,<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Sheaves of plenty with me bringing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To His harvest at the end of the road.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">Peace shall follow tribulation:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This the boon Divine Compassion upon mortal hath bestowed;<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Heavy now the cross I'm bearing;<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Bright the crown I'll soon be wearing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the Temple at the end of the road.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="full" />
<p class="transnote">Transcriber's Note<br /><br />
Spelling oddities have been retained from the original book.</p>
<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 40237 ***</div>
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