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Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Arch - - - - - - - - - - - POEMS OF - PEACE AND WAR - - [Illustration: decoration, bells] - - ELIZABETH H. CONNOR - - [Illustration: decoration, bells] - - THE RECORD PRESS - HAVERHILL, MASSACHUSETTS - - 1917 - - Copyright, 1917, by - ELIZABETH H. CONNOR - - - - - POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR - - - - - SIMPLICITY. - - - Simplicity is the essence, - In all God’s wondrous work, - This glowing truth divinely blest - Within our hearts should lurk; - So God will come as we perceive, - This kingdom to possess, - And all that’s base will fade away, - All evil He’ll suppress. - - - - - A WORLD REPUBLIC IS ARISING. - - - A torn sunset of purple and crimson - Floats o’er the warring breeze, - While a powerful new light is forming - Far o’er the briny seas, - For the day of dynasties is fading - Into the darkest night, - As a world republic is arising - Clear as the morning light. - - Faith in God will enlighten our vision - Shining through grim despair, - For a wonderful light is approaching, - Glowing with love and care, - Completely trusting in God above us, - Though sad our hearts may be, - Will reveal the dawn of a brighter day - In fair democracy. - - - - - THE BIRTH OF THE FLOWERS. - - (A Reverie On Creation.) - - - The sun’s bright rays through breaking clouds, - On tiny beads of crystal fell, - While o’er the earth in mantle green - A rainbow circled hill and dell; - Brilliant, majestic it appeared, - In many colors to be seen, - Neath misty heav’ns and setting sun - O’er man’s first paradise serene. - - The angels winged their flight from heav’n, - Towards the many colored bow, - Like seagulls sweeping o’er the sea, - Then lighting on the waves below; - Down through the clouds they beat their wings, - From the depths of heavenly blue - So perched on this celestial arch, - They gazed in wonderment anew. - - Far below on a field of green, - Stood Eve so beautiful and fair, - Adam her spouse gallant and true, - With fiery glance and flowing hair; - Angels and seraphims above - With golden heads and wings so white, - From this frail arch of varied hues, - Dropped to the earth in sudden plight. - - Lo! o’er the earth mid verdure clad, - Flow’rs grew in colors sweet and true, - Just like the rainbow over head, - Softly nurtured with heavenly dew. - Then back they flew through mist and clouds, - From flow’ry meads far, far away - To the depths of eternal love - Chanting to earth their sweetest lay. - - - - - THE GUARD AND GLORY OF THE WORLD. - - (Fair Columbia.) - - - The guard and glory of the world, - Columbia is thee, - To your fair shores the pilgrims came, - From o’er the briny sea; - Like beacon lights from shore to shore, - The stars of freedom shine, - Brilliant, majestic they appear, - As viewed from ev’ry clime. - - Of fair Columbia we will sing, - Her forests mounting high, - Her lakes and rills with music thrills - Our hearts as we draw nigh; - We hear the glad notes of the birds, - Winging their merry flight, - O’er shrub and tree, o’er hill and dale, - Through sunshine warm and bright. - - Here the oppressed have found a home, - Here equal rights for all, - Emblazoned forth on ev’ry page - In justice loudly call, - That despotism has had its day, - Democracy must rule - This universe from zone to zone - In fair Columbia’s school. - - - - - IN THE FIRELIGHT. - - - No light save the flick’ring fire flames, - As they dance and purr in the gloom, - Leaping and casting weird shadows - That illumine the quaint old room, - Outside the wind whistles and moans - Through the shutters and leafless trees, - But signals of comfort and warmth - Flash a greeting o’er storm and breeze. - - So the wayfarer homeward bound, - As he nears the old home once more, - Sees a picture he’ll ne’er forget, - As he stands by the open door, - For there circled ’round as they sit - In the glow of the flick’ring flames, - How their faces light up with joy - As he speaks the familiar names. - - - - - THE BUGLE CALL. - - - Oh hark! we hear the bugle call, - Resounding o’er the land, - To arms, to arms, yes one and all, - Now by our country stand; - The flag our fathers died to save, - Unfurled for ever more - In ev’ry clime, long may it wave, - The wide world o’er and o’er. - - Of justice, freedom, honor sing, - Of peace for all mankind, - With love let glad hozannas ring, - From ev’ry heart and mind; - Our country’s flag, our emblem fair, - Inspires us with zeal - To love and cherish, do and dare, - All for our country’s weal. - - Her famous banner raised on high, - Sweet liberty proclaim, - For all beneath God’s arching sky, - All o’er earth’s vast domain, - Now we see her arm extending, - Far o’er the briny deep, - Hopes of freedom she is bringing, - To hearts that ache and weep. - - - - - LIFE’S FLOWERS. - - - A little flow’r is born to earth, - It blooms then fades, yes fades away, - But its influence and beauty, - Within our hearts remain for aye; - We can hear a sweet voice calling, - We see the sunshine of a smile, - We feel a joy sublimely sweet - Just radiating all the while. - - For dear mem’ries cluster round us, - Sweet messages of love are they, - And they tell us, plainly tell us - All earthly life is but decay, - But the spirit liveth ever, - And all the good and ill we do - Reflect sunshine or cast shadows - O’er life’s flowers so good and true. - - - - - OH POWERFUL BUT PEACEFUL WEAPON. - - PRAYER. - - - The sword that conquered Greece and Rome, - And brought to Christ’s most sacred feet, - The pagan of the ancient world, - Was pray’r, yes pray’r with wings so fleet. - - So raise your hearts, heav’n storm with prayer, - In supplication bend the knee, - Be not afraid, do not despair, - For pray’r is heaven’s golden key. - - While war is waged relentlessly, - For honor, justice, love to all, - Prayer’s influence for world wide peace, - Through divine justice cannot fall. - - - - - AMERICA’S STANDARDS. - - (To the Flag and Cross We Cling.) - - - Long may our flag float on the breeze, - A story it doth tell, - Of freedom, loyalty and love, - Of hearts that bled and fell - Mid the thickening smoke of battle, - ’Though tattered it may be, - It speaks of struggles, triumphs won, - All, hallowed memory. - - So unfurl that silken banner, - On high a cross we see, - Symbol of faith, and hope, and love, - The cross of Calvary; - Rich mines of truth and of feeling, - Our glorious standards bear, - The cross of Christ our redemption, - The stars and stripes our emblem fair. - - - - - MORNING OF LIFE. - - - Sweet morning of life, like the dawning day, - Like the sparkling waves on a sunkissed shore, - That ripple and dance in the sun’s warm ray, - Breathing love, joy and gladness ever more; - Now dreaming of castles so grand and high, - On bays o’er looking a wonderful sea, - Where bright groves of orange and myrtle lie, - On wooded heights filled with sweet melody. - - For there the full voiced songsters as they fly, - Sing and warble their love from tree to tree, - While sparkling fountains splash, glisten, then sigh, - In huge basins of stone carved daintily; - The cool murm’ring wind and the bird’s soft trill, - The babbling brook on its way to the sea, - Oh, sweet morning of life stay with us still, - Through the sterner hours keep us good and free. - - - - - THOUGHTS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS OR EVIL: WHICH SHALL IT BE? - - - O, solemn thought, who could but choose, - The righteous way divinely blest - Where kindness, smiles, and gentle deeds, - Live on forever, never rest; - For no man’s work dies with his life, - But in the long forgotten years, - Down through the ages still live on, - Perpetuating joy or tears. - - An evil thought is born of man, - Conceived within a sordid mind, - The seed thus sown grows on and on, - We see despair, all crimes we find - Are lurking in the hearts of men, - Where justice, love and truth should be, - Thoughts influence for good or ill, - Immortal is, as you and me. - - - - - THE SUPPLICATION. - - - Out of the depths of warring strife, - Of selfish greed, ignoble life, - Of lust for gain and pow’r to hold, - The lives of men, their very souls; - Out of the depths we cry to Thee, - Oh loving God make all men free; - O’er flash of cannon, musket roar, - Oh angel of peace ever soar. - - - - - THE SONG OF THE NIGHT. - - - From crimson to a sombre gray, - Now softly shades of night draw nigh, - The birds are twit’ring on the boughs, - As flowers droop their heads and sigh; - We hear low murm’rings of the sea - In grand harmony rise and fall, - Ev’ry ripple a cadence sweet, - And ev’ry wave a distant call. - - Oh music so wistful, sublime, - Entangled in joy and in tears, - Sweet mem’ries of old you recall, - Yes dim visions of by-gone years; - Oh ling’ring breath of darkness dense - Seeming lost in cavernous hill, - Little murmuring, hidden streams, - Low chanting the spirits’ sweet will. - - Beautiful is thy mute appeal; - Majestic the grandeur of night, - As dawn is stealing from afar - ’Mid shimmering darkness and light; - So on shadowy wings of love, - Waft us thy song across the foam, - Over the bounding billows free, - Singing softly of home sweet home. - - - - - THOUGHTS FOR ALL CONTEMPLATING MATRIMONY. - - (The Building of a Home.) - - - The strongest joy of all instinctive human joys - Is embodied in the building of a home - Where every thought of the inner soul employs, - Animates the intellects beneath its dome; - Where the child life gardens are sheltered from the winds, - And storms of life by loving unselfish care, - Blooming forth in beauty, bright symbols of the minds, - United devoted to their treasures there. - - Like the crimson sunset or burning rubies red, - Blending together into one perfect light, - When the sun of past strength, and cherished youth are dead - And the silv’ry moon of beauty shines far less bright, - Like the valiant stars our treasures will remain - Sparkling and bright with love’s most radiant hue, - Guiding us on and on o’er the watery main, - Through the twilight shadows tender and true. - - - - - OUR FLAG AND OUR CHIEF. - - (The Spirit of America.) - - - Our country’s flag for honor stands, - We see our chief with outstretched hands, - Raising that flag unfurled on high, - Now waving ’neath a cloudy sky; - O’er the sea from this rock-bound shore - We hear the din of battle roar, - Brother ’gainst brother, worldly strife - Ruin and turmoil, life for life. - - God of justice and love and might, - Preserve our nation in this fight - For selfish greed, not honor true, - Where pure unselfish love we view; - We pray thee fill our hearts with care - For all earth’s people, will and dare - In righteous love peace to proclaim, - For all mankind in joy, not pain. - - - - - INTERNATIONAL BROTHERHOOD. - - - Yes, an international brotherhood, - Of peace, justice, freedom for all, - Where love reigns supreme in ev’ry man’s heart, - Then the dogs of warfare must fall, - When men of all nations, races and creeds, - Remember the old golden rule, - Then friendships will strengthen, hate will decay, - God speed the good doctrine and school. - - - - - AT DAWN. - - - Behold a rose of crimson hue, - Just opening to the light of day, - Velvet petals, all wet with dew, - Bearing a message on its way; - A message of love pure and bright, - God’s holy tribute to the dawn - Ere we greet the gathering light, - Ere we meet the day new born. - - A joyful chorus fills the air, - Before the mists have rolled away, - From mountain side, and valley fair, - In wooded glen they seem to say, - Awake, awake ’tis early dawn, - The night has passed, and day is here, - Behold the glories of the morn, - For lo! the rising sun appear. - - Just o’er the summit of the hill, - In all its splendor to be seen, - Our hearts and fancies it doth thrill - With homage to the morning’s queen, - For colors like the purest gold, - And royal purple circle round - On crimson waves of light, and fold - The shades of night beneath a mound. - - - - - THE NEW STAR OF MANKIND. - - - Behold the new star of mankind, - On the flag of the western world, - Pow’rful in spirit and purpose we find - It resplendent where e’er unfurled, - A people united and free, - With love in our hearts for all men - Gaze heav’nward on that star and see - Sweet liberty shining therein. - - Such strength and devotion we gain, - These days of confusion and strife, - For freedom and peace we maintain - Will bloom with new vigor and life; - Where dynasties long have held sway, - And to the weak justice denied, - The new star of freedom alway - Will brighten the path they defied. - - - - - LEAD THOU ME ON. - - - Lead thou me on, oh guiding light, - Yes over life’s tempestuous sea, - My bark is frail as I set sail, - Over the bounding billows free; - The white caps glisten in the sun, - The angry waves dash on the shore, - But thy beacon light is shining, - Brightly shining to guide me o’er. - - When night’s shadows close around me, - And I’m nearing the other shore, - Keep the beacon light a’burning - To safely, safely guide me o’er - To that land of joy and beauty, - To that land of love, truth and song, - Ever beckoning, beckoning onward; - Lead thou me on, lead thou me on. - - - - - WOMANHOOD. - - - To the pagan mind, years ago, - O woman, what were you? - A slave, subject to brutal strength, - Not mental prowess true; - As woman was by nature raised, - To motherhood of race, - Should she below man’s level stand? - Nay, rather face to face. - - But through Christ’s cross and legacy, - E’en higher she is raised, - And on a pedestal enthroned, - Sweet reverence is paid; - Yes, behold Christ’s blessed mother, - Ideal of womanhood, - Inspiring theme for poets’ dreams, - All graciousness and good. - - So woman in thy sphere as queen, - And mother of the race, - God gave to you of all on earth, - The highly honored place - Of teacher, sculptor of mankind, - For with your hands you mould - The plastic mind of youth and child, - More precious far than gold. - - - - - CHRISTMAS LYRIC. - - (Mystery of Love.) - - - Myst’ry of love, most holy love, - We worship thee our new born king, - Sween angels’ voices from above, - Heavenly strains of joy doth bring; - Lo! in Bethlehem’s holy shrine, - We see within a manger laid, - The infant Christ, the babe divine - Of heav’n and earth, come to our aid. - - - - - A CHAPLET OF FLOWERS. - - - A chaplet of flow’rs for our lady’s shrine, - Nature’s sweetest gift in the halls of time, - The years roll by, the seasons come and go, - And deep in our hearts doth the flowers grow. - - We love the sunshine, the air, the showers - That nurture the earth bringing forth sweet flow’rs; - How much more our lady the virgin mild, - Who gave to us Bethlehem’s holy child. - - Dear lady we pray our guide you will be, - Our clear shining star over land and sea, - Like the breath of the flow’rs so pure and sweet, - Mary our mother and our queen we greet. - - - - - THIS WORLD WAR. - - - Why this tragedy and blood shed, - For pow’r to hold full sway - O’er the lives of men and nations? - Lives, nations, what care they? - Sown broadcast over this fair earth - Pride and greed caused it all, - But right, not might, will conquer yet, - For pride and greed must fall. - - What blasphemy to say that God - Is with such sinful deeds, - No, God is love, and all that’s just, - From him all good proceeds; - Peace he proclaimed, good will to men, - Is that what we see now? - Nay, rather hatred and ill will, - To gold and pow’r they bow. - - Stop, despot in your carnage bold, - Pause, think, ere ’tis too late; - For what are you but dust and clay, - Stop, think, of your sad fate; - Where is the soul God gave to you? - With avarice consumed, - Just for today; but tomorrow - What awaits thee, when doomed? - - - - - PERILS OF THE SEA. - - - Cold and cheerless dawned the morning, - Dark frowning clouds swept o’er the deep, - Tinging the rough foaming waters - While anxious hearts sad vigils keep. - - All night long the storm was raging, - The angry waves dashed on the shore, - As the tempest with fury howled - And moaned around each cabin door. - - All night long a light shone brightly, - A beacon light flashed through the storm, - From the light house rays of guidance - Pierced the darkness to hearts forlorn. - - Far, far out where sky and ocean - Seemed to meet on the crested wave, - Lo! a boat with sails all shattered, - Bearing the fishermen so brave. - - Nearer, nearer o’er the billows, - Seemingly clutched in their embrace, - They have weathered storm and tempest, - Now meet their loved ones face to face. - - - - - SOLDIERS OF THE REPUBLIC. - - - God bless you and keep you, brave soldier boys, - With hearts undaunted, hearts so true, - Ever faithful to God and your country, - As you sail o’er the ocean blue. - - In the din of battle, ’mid smoke and shell, - Oh fear not, you cannot falter, - While gazing on the flag that waves - In glory before God’s altar. - - For the day of triumph is drawing nigh,-- - Lift up your hearts; men will be free - Through your endeavors, and your country’s flag - Will proclaim world democracy. - - - - - WHISPERING SHADOWS. - - - The shadows are whispering through the leaves, - In the beautiful twilight hour, - O’er the sparkling fountains murmuring seas, - In the wake of each lovely flow’r, - So serenely still, and unearthly fair, - Just like the moonbeams gentle ray, - Now they glide away through the forest deep - To the mansion house old and grey. - - Yes, on to the mansion house far above, - The shadows, fleeting souls of light, - On love’s bright golden wings go whispering, - Of vice and greed, of right and might - Of the battles fought, the victories won. - The good and the ill that men do, - Then back through the twilight they softly steal - Whispering hope to me and you. - - - - - THE THISTLE AND THE SHAMROCK. - - - The thistle soft and downy - Gently swaying to and fro, - Bends low its head to Scotland - With every breeze that blow. - - The little shamrock nestles - Within its emerald bed, - And breathes a pray’r to heaven - To renew old glories fled. - - - - - THE WORLD’S CATHEDRAL. - - - In the world’s Cathedral with the vast throng, - See the lined and masked faces floating by, - Could we know what emotions stirred their souls, - Unconquerable passions therein lie, - Smitten by swords of flame by unkind deeds, - Or may be fate’s unerring obloquy. - - We might wonder at the myst’ry of all, - The august grandeur or heart rending woe, - Could we but gaze down deep into the hearts - Of the multitude passing to and fro, - Passing along like a dream or vision - From whence do they come? Oh where do they go? - - - - - FAIR COLUMBIA OR PICTURESQUE AMERICA. - - - Fair Columbia, freedom’s land, - Rising ’mid oceans vast and grand, - Signal tower of flashing light, - Beckoning all in freedom’s might, - O’er mountain peaks and woodland dells, - Where Nature in all beauty dwells. - - ’Round mossy banks in shady nooks, - In ripples flow thy babbling brooks, - Sweet music there in echo dwells, - As the bird-voiced chorus swells - Through leafy bow’rs and forest glade - ’Neath spreading oak and maple shade. - - Thy winding bays, thy lakes and rills, - Chant gladsome psalms, like sweetest trills - Of music singing through the trees, - Then dying as the wavering breeze, - Sighs where the monarchs of our land - In forests primeval stand. - - ’Mid verdure green the wild flow’rs grow, - In brightest colors, all aglow, - Sweet violets, roses, daisies meek, - Fair lilies floating in the creek - That curves the woodland path below, - The mountainside where laurels grow. - - Fair Columbia, poets sing, - While laurel for thy brow we bring, - And place thereon a wreath so fair, - That nothing with it can compare, - Studded with virtues pure and bright, - Most precious gems in freedom’s light. - - - - - A WORLD STATESMAN. - - - With our President as leader, - Lies the world’s destiny, - Where in righteousness and freedom - Will prevail equally. - - Holding forth the very brightest - Aspirations for all, - A universal peace and trust, - In freedom’s bugle call. - - Highest ideals personified, - The noblest of mankind, - Where honor and democracy - Together are combined. - - When might will be replaced by right, - And peace shall dawn again, - Our nation’s annals will reveal - The glory of his reign. - - - - - SPRING IS HERE. - - - Oh Spring is here, awake, awake, - Flowers are blooming in the vales, - In forests deep, by brook and lake, - Where soft voiced winds blow gentle gales. - - There lucid waters as they flow, - And ripple in the ebbing tide, - In the bright sunshine come and go, - Sighing, then merging far and wide. - - Oh Spring, sweet Spring, youth of the year, - Love opens her casement to peep - At the lilac bloom nestling near, - The garden gate where trysts they keep. - - Sweet voiced songsters warble and coo, - Building their nests in trees o’erhead, - For the first breath of Summer’s dew, - And the lilac bloom will soon wed. - - - - - MEMORIES. - - - The aged sire in thoughtful mood, - Sits by the hearth stone bright, - And seems to see with pensive glance, - In soaring flames of light - The old camp ground with tents outspread, - Where comrades good and true, - Are waiting for the bugle call, - The call they all well knew. - - Ere the notes die o’er the valley, - And smould’ring fires grow dim, - To arms, to arms, attention all, - He hears with strength and vim, - Then forward march, away they go, - The enemy to meet, - Through fire and smoke he sees them fall, - Aye, dying at his feet. - - The old man wakes as from a dream, - His eyes are wet with tears, - Then his dauntless spirit rises - As in the by gone years, - And a smile lights up his visage, - Old and wan though it be, - For visions of the old camp ground, - In the firelight he sees. - - - - - A LULLABY. - - (Go to Sleep.) - - - Go to sleep, await the day, - Fair in dreamland far away, - Through the shadows of the night - ’Till the early morning light. - - Slumber sweetly, do not fear, - Angels voices hover near, - Lullabies so soft they sing, - Messages of love doth bring. - - Sleep, O sleep, ’till dawning light, - Wakes thee on thy pillow white, - Then arise with glad heart sing - Praises to our heav’nly King. - - - - - THE SEASONS. - - - We greet Spring’s warm rain and sunshine, - The budding trees and flow’rs; - Summer’s blue skies so radiant, - Above the rose leaf bow’rs; - We greet Autumn as we harvest, - All efforts we have made; - Then Winter like the close of life, - Comes creeping in the shade. - - - - - LOVED MINSTREL OF ERIN. - - - Oh loved minstrel of Erin chant forth thy sweet lay, - All down through the ages you’ve sang, - From the first breath of dawn ere the mists rolled away, - Through Erin thy melodies rang; - For thy soul stirring themes of joy and of sorrow, - Inspire us with love and with zeal, - With hope in our hearts that the dawning tomorrow, - The sunburst of freedom reveal. - - Of her glories, her triumphs, and her vict’ries sing, - Her art, learning, culture and songs, - Of brave hearts ever loyal to country and king, - On battle fields fighting her wrongs, - Yes, the wrongs of a nation down trodden forlorn, - For centuries long they have bled, - For the faith of their fathers, the cross they have borne, - And planted where ever they fled. - - - - - THE AVE’S, OR LIGHTS OF HOME. - - - In that land of haunting beauty, - Our Mary’s own sweet month of May, - In a thatched cottage years ago, - While the birds chirped in the hedgerows, - And the flowers were veiled in sleep, - Sweet Ave’s from fond hearts did flow. - - In the shadows of the turf fire, - Several figures knelt in pray’r, - The soft breeze lingered by the door, - While the oft repeated Ave’s, - The sweet Hail Mary full of grace - Their beads they counted o’er and o’er. - - Oh for this the May breeze waited, - And then at last went on its way, - The hawthorn’s perfume filled the air, - For the incense of those Ave’s - It bore away to Mary’s throne, - A tribute of love and prayer. - - - - - THE TRUTHS OF OLD, OH HEART OF MAN. - - - The truths of old, oh heart of man, - Speak forth with free impressive tongue, - For righteousness thy thoughts express, - The seeming mysteries of God’s plan; - Let thoughts emerge from heart and brain, - In spoken accents sweet and low, - Give to the world your very best, - For in His plan God willed it so. - - All nature moves in harmony, - No discord mars the glad refrain - Of sun, and moon, and stars above, - Of trees and flow’rs on hill and plain; - Oh! heart of man with truths of old, - In love and justice rule the earth, - Resplendent shine like purest gold, - Without alloy, oh heart of man. - - - - - THE MESSAGE OF THE ROSE. - - - See a beautiful rose just unfolding - Breathing its fragrance on the summer air, - While on the emerald green at its feet - A modest blue violet bloomed so fair; - And thought oh how happy the rose must be - Queen of the garden, nodding gracefully. - - But there is ne’er a rose without its thorns - While on its beauty we may always gaze - If we go near why we must have a care - Or those thorns will pierce while still we may praise. - - Then the rose bending low her stately head - Kissed the sweet violet tender and true - As a pearly tear from her petals fell, - On the violet’s lips bedecked with dew, - And said, “Little flower contented be. - No thorns probe your side, nodding gracefully.” - - - - - THE TIES THAT BIND. - - - How dear the ties that bind us to the past, - Fond thoughts of them around our hearts doth twine; - We seem to feel the essence of their love, - Like fragrance of the rose in summer time. - - Though passd from earth, their influence remain, - Their earnestness, their work, their loving care: - The rift within the clouds cast forth sunshine, - Sweet rays of hope, The Beautiful Somewhere. - - Somewhere beyond in that haven of rest, - Where bright light divine shines forth from its dome, - Where heavenly choirs are chanting His praise, - We place forget-me-nots around their home. - - - - - WHERE SHALL I HIDE? - - - Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried, - Where shall I hide I pray, - Why is it so, where e’er I go, - Along my weary way, - The path seems all beset with thorns - No roses can I see? - Where shall I hide? where shall I hide? - Lo! Christ says hide in me. - - Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair, - Full well I loveth thee, - For thee I died, so do not hide - So far away from me, - But look beyond this vale of tears, - With faith’s unerring light, - Roses you’ll see mid garlands free - Along your path so bright. - - - - - EASTER MORN. - - - From the garden fair of heaven, - Like dewdrops from the skies - Falls the perfume of a flower - That is now in paradise. - May the essence of his virtues - Steal softly o’er the dawn, - Dispelling all the shadows grey - As on that Easter morn. - - As captives here we may languish - All peace will soar away, - ’Till refreshing dews from heaven - Guide us on day by day. - God’s love and light will sustain us - Like the lily so fair - We will drink of His sweet fragrance - And banish ev’ry care. - - - - - LOVE’S SECRET. - - - I breathe it to the rose at dawn, - To the violets blue, - The secret of my soul new born, - And love ’tis all of you. - I tell them of a vision fair, - A dream of bliss divine, - And as their perfume fills the air, - My heart seeks only thine. - - I plucked the buds all blushing red, - The violets so blue, - They seem to say with drooping heads - Fond thoughts we’ll take for you, - To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidings - While nestling on her breast, - We’ll breathe of love the poet sings, - Of love supremely blest. - - - - - CHRISTMAS IN THE CLOISTER. - - - Without the earth was robed in white, - Stars glittered in the wintry sky, - The altar lights shone fair and bright, - Sweet heav’nly music rose on high, - Breathing in the language of the soul, - All that the soul so longs to hear, - While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stole - Soft rays that flickered far and near. - - And lo! the scene, the Cloister choir, - The nuns in silent pray’r with God, - The crib of Bethlehem, all inspire, - Uplift our hearts from earth’s cold clod; - All hallowed by God’s holy priest, - Raising the host of sacrifice, - While rays from the star of the east - Seem to guide us away from vice. - - Non omnis moriar, they say, - Not dead the flow’rs beneath the snow, - They’ll come forth from the earth so gray, - Live and bloom in the sun’s warm glow; - Above the snow beyond the stars - They who have gone in soft tones sing, - Non omnis moriar, afar, - We dwell in peace with Christ our King. - - - - - THE MUSICIAN’S LOVE-SONG. - - - A thousand harps are breaking music in my heart, - In wild picturesque corners where the nymphs might prance, - Strains, half sweet, half sad, in my daily life apart, - Gush forth as from a fountain where the sun’s light dance. - - The dusk of night is hov’ring o’er the twilight hour, - Its hidden existence through ever changing years, - The sun’s last rays shed a halo o’er our bower, - The flowers in their beauty seem diffused with tears. - - All nature blends in song, in harmony so grand, - Oh why not my soul in sweet melody divine, - Soar ever onward, upward over sea and land, - Through space and eternity to the heav’nly shrine. - - - - - A VISION. - - - I gazed at the sky half dreaming, - Through the whispering trees, - I lay enrapt in its beauty, - While hope sighed through the leaves, - A sense of sublime awakening - Stole o’er my slumb’ring soul, - I awoke in this universe, - Where, oh where was the goal? - - Then the world seemed slowly fading - The godlike seemed to shine - My heart throbbed under the vision - The infinite divine. - I awoke to face life’s battles - Those mem’ries floating o’er - As a safeguard in temptation - A safeguard evermore. - - - - - FOOTPRINTS OF GOD. - - - Ev’ry flower by the wayside, - Ev’ry shrub, ev’ry tree, - The little brooks ’neath mossy banks, - Sing joyfully of Thee. - - As we gaze upon the heavens, - The solar system, where - We see order all about us - Thy footprints, God, are there. - - Oh the glory and the grandeur - Of Thy Godhead we see - In all Harmony and beauty - Revealed to us by Thee. - - All creation speaks Thy presence, - All hallowed be Thy name, - From zone to zone, from east to west - Thy footprints will remain. - - - - - IN MEMORIAM, A BEAUTIFUL ROSE FROM ASHES BORN. - - - Oh, sacred spot where ashes rest, - Where thy dear form is laid away, - ’Way from our sight so calm, serene, - Only waiting the judgment day; - Lo! from thy heart a rose is born, - Like thy soul with beauty and grace, - Opening its petals o’er thy grave, - Yes, shedding its perfume through space. - - Like bird on the wing a message - As sweet as the nightingale’s song, - Pure as the rose leaves o’er thy breast, - Proclaiming to the world’s great throng, - There is no death, sin, gloom or strife - After we reach the other shore, - From the ashes a rose is born, - To bloom in God’s love ever more. - - - - - EVENTIDE BY THE SEA. - - - Far, far out as the foaming waves, - Dance and glisten in caps of white, - See the setting sun’s crimson rays, - Reflected in the waters bright. - - The crested billows rise and fall, - The mermaids chant their evening song, - In murmurs low the sea doth call, - The evening bell its tones prolong. - - Echoing softly o’er the sea, - Then resounding along the shore, - As ebbing tides flow glad and free, - Forever sighing evermore. - - The waters in green, blue and gold, - As the mist arises from the sea - In weird fantastic shadows bold, - Seem gently calling you and me. - - Behold, oh great Creator blest, - Oh! Sovereign King of earth and heav’n, - Thy myst’ries sooth our souls to rest, - Faith and hope to us are given. - - - - - BEAUTY. - - - Now, “Beauty is what beauty does” - We hear the poets say, - As, “Beauty is what beauty does,” - We all may hope and pray - Our minds to high ideals will rise, - Our bodies hold in sway; - The thoughts within will shine without - Emit the brightest ray, - Of love, and sunshine, faith and truth - Self sacrifice each day. - - The souls that speak from out such eyes, - With wondrous beauties shine, - The smiles that hover o’er such lips, - A wealth of love define, - The graceful poise, sweet manners born - Of deeds and truths sublime; - All animation, charm, repose, - Produced from such a mine - Of wealth untold, of gifts so grand, - We see at beauty’s shrine. - - - - - FAREWELL, SWEET SONGSTER. - - - Farewell, farewell sweet songster, - We are sad from thee to part, - Thy soul inspiring music, - Cheered many a weary heart, - The lark soars tow’rd the heavens, - Yes, far upward in its flight, - The nightingale’s sweet music - Often thrills us with delight. - - Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish, - Our bright shining star of love, - Thy melodies would waken - The celestial choirs above; - For strains of sweetest music, - Now seem wafted o’er the sea, - List’ning to the grand old songs - That so charmed us sung by thee. - - - - - THE LIGHT OF PRAYER. - - - Oh light of pray’r divinely blest, - Within our hearts there find sweet rest; - Oh vision bright of faith supreme - More beautiful than poet’s theme, - On all the beauty earth can give - But to decay, with thee we live. - - We’ll live with thee in heav’n above, - Where all is happiness and love, - When from this sphere we’re called away - To live in the eternal day. - The light of pray’r our guide will be, - Faith’s vision of eternity. - - - - - VISIONS OF ETERNITY. - - - Far, far away o’er the meadow, - Watching the sunset’s glow, - List’ning to the songbirds chirping - To the night, sweet and low, - Oh there as the twilight shadows - Bid goodbye to the day, - How our souls go out in rapture - From tenements of clay. - - For there in the dim seclusion - Of nature’s magic hour, - A glorious beauty is revealed - Of God’s most sacred pow’r. - A sublime myster’ous vision, - A halo from above, - Casting sunshine o’er the shadows - By virtue of His love. - - - - - LOVE IS THE FULFILLMENT. - - - Love is the fulfillment for God is love, - From Him all blessings flow, - Peace, truth and righteousness comes from above, - Deep in our hearts they grow; - The world is progressing, aye, slow but sure, - Time’s ever on the wing; - A new day is dawning, born to endure, - Love, truth and peace will bring. - - Love ruleth ever and all men will be, - Of one vast brotherhood, - Kingdoms are tot’ring far over the sea, - Yes, crumbling as they should, - God will be apparent the God of love, - All will know He is King, - The rule of right like the carrier dove - A message sweet will bring. - - - - - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Poems of Peace and War, by Elizabeth H. 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