,the ,mountain ,spring and ,other ,poems ,,by ,,nannie ,r4 ,,glass ,,boston ,,sherman1 ,,french ,,company #aiac ,,to ,,the ,,memory ,,of ,,her ,,parents1 ,,who ,,kept ,,their ,,altar ,,fires ,,burning1 ,,the ,,author ,,affectionately ,,dedicates ,,this ,,little ,,book ,,contents ,,the ,,mountain ,,spring ,,go ,,wander ,,love ,,the ,,lilies ,,tell ,,peter ,,the ,,sleet ,,answered ,,alone ,,no ,,other ,,wealth ,,the ,,captives ,,the ,,living ,,water ,,jesus ,,intercedes ,,eve',s ,,flowers ,,come ,,unto ,,me ,,november ,,the ,,travelers ,,daybreak ,,gone ,,awake6 ,,abide ,,with ,,us ,o ,,bethlehem6 ,,ring ,,the ,,bells ,,the ,,desert ,,spring ,,musings ,,bartim,,us ,,zacch,,us ,,april ,,bethlehem ,,nature',s ,,lesson ,,the ,,migratory ,,swans ,,ministering ,,women ,,that ,,jewish ,,lad ,,in ,,sincerity ,,they',,re ,,coming6 ,,the ,,mountain ,,spring ,,and ,,other ,,poems ,,the ,,mountain ,,spring ,and let him that is athirst come4 ,and whosoever will1 let him take the water of life freely4--,revelation #bb3ag4 ,i wandered down a mountain road1 ,past flower and rock and lichen gray1 ,alone with nature and her ,god ,upon a flitting summer day4 ,the forest skirted to the edge ,of ,capon river1 ,hampshire's gem1 ,which1 bathing many a primrose ledge1 ,oft sparkled like a diadem4 ,at length a silvery spring ,i spied1 ,gurgling through moss and fern along1 ,waiting to bless with cooling tide ,all who were gladdened by its song4 ,oh1 who would pass with thirsting lip ,and burning brow1 this limpid wave8 ,who would not pause with joy and sip8 ,its crystal depths who would not crave8 ,this query woke a voice within-- ,why slight the spring of ,god's great love1 ,that fount that cleanseth from all sin1 ,our purchase paid by ,christ above8 ,whoever will may drink6 ,oh1 why1 ,worn toilers in this earthly strife1 ,reject a mansion in the sky1 ,reject heaven's bliss and endless life8 ,,go ,,wander ,go1 wander1 little book1 ,nor let thy wand'ring cease2 ,may all who on these pages look ,from sin find sweet release1 ,through ,christ1 ,god's holy son1 ,who left his throne in heaven ,and e'en death's anguish did not shun ,that we might be forgiven4 ,how should our thoughts and deeds ,exalt this mighty friend1 ,who died1 yet lives and intercedes ,and loves us to the end6 ,,love ,for by grace are ye saved through faith2 and that not of yourselves2 it is the gift of ,god4--,ephesians #b3h4 ,christ might have called the angels down ,to bear him safe above1 ,to shield his brow from sorrow's crown1 ,from death's cold blight1 and bitter frown1 ,had it not been for love4 ,our glorious ,king1 our ,prince of ,peace1 ,has left his throne above ,to give our souls from sin release1 ,to make our pain and anguish cease1 ,and all because of love4 ,by faith in him1 we all may see ,in realms of light above1 ,through streams of blood on ,calvary1 ,a joyful immortality2-- ,the purchase price was love4 ,,the ,,lilies ,consider the lilies4--,luke #b3bg4 ,emblems of ,christ our ,lord1 ,roses and lilies fair1 ,these flowers in ,his word1 ,his glory seem to share4 ,the lilies of the field1 ,sweet teachers of the soul1 ,which will their lessons yield ,long as the seasons roll1 ,they neither toil nor spin1 ,exist without a care1 ,and yet no earthly king can win ,a garb so chaste and rare4 ,frozen1 they burst to life1 ,to nature's minstrelsy-- ,a resurrection type ,of immortality4 ,,tell ,,peter ,and ,simon ,peter stood and warmed himself4--,john #ah3be4 ,peter1 it was not outward cold ,but inward chill thy bosom froze1 ,made thee deny with falsehood bold ,thy ,lord and ,master to his foes4 ,when we find cheer at ,satan's fires ,the world is there to work us harm1 ,to deaden all our pure desires ,with its deceitful lure and charm4 ,peter1 the voice of chanticleer ,fulfilled what ,christ had prophesied2 ,and oh1 that pitying look sincere ,from him whom thou hadst just denied6 ,thy burst of penitential grief6 ,heaven those tears did surely send4 ,tears give the burdened heart relief2 ,dry anguish may its tendrils rend4 ,sin soon will crucify our ,lord1 ,thy sin1 and all the world's beside4 ,he gave himself1 the ,living ,word1 ,our shelter from ,god's wrath to hide4 ,had all the seraphs pens to write ,such love upon the boundless sky1 ,angelic powers could not indite ,its greatness while the ages fly4 ,the hour is hastening4 ,god has willed ,that ,christ should through his own decree ,abolish death and have fulfilled ,our blood-bought immortality4 ,and when the awful tomb he rent1 ,when freed from every earthly thrall1 ,tell ,peter was the message sent2 ,tell ,peter--'tis love's tender call4 ,peter was martyr to his faith2 ,his rock1 ,god's son whom he denied2 ,this faith the key that unlocks death ,to realms where joy and peace abide4 ,tell ,peter6 ,honey drops of love1 ,awaking all the choirs of heaven6 ,tell ,peter--angels from above ,shout1 ,hear1 ,o earth1 and be forgiven6 ,,the ,,sleet ,regal the earth seems with diamonds today1 ,gemming all nature in blazing array2 ,a picture more fairy-like never could be ,than this wonderful icicle filigree4 ,a crystallized world6 ,what a marvelous sight1 ,gorgeous and grand in the ,march sunlight6 ,the frost-king magician has changed the spring showers ,to turquois and topaz and sapphire bowers4 ,and what is the lesson we learn from the sleet1 ,as toiling life's road with wearying feet1 ,upward we strive1 but failing so oft ,in the struggles that bear us aright and aloft8 ',tis this--that the hard breath of winter's chill blast ,alone can this mantle of loveliness cast2 ,and thus our sharp winds of trial may prove ,angels to weave us bright garments of love4 ,,answered ,ye realms of beauty from afar1 ,what speak ye to the saddened soul8 ,what is the message of each star ,as ever ceaselessly ye roll8 ,thus do ye answer3 ,we declare ,god's glory2 and to you 'tis given ,to cast on him your every care1 ,for he hath wound the clock of heaven4 ,ye hoary hills which have looked down ,on all the centuries of time1 ,have felt their touch without a frown1 ,and with indifference sublime1 ,what would ye speak1 if understood1 ,of life with all its woes and ills8 ',tis this3 to all they work for good ,who love the maker of the hills4 ,,alone ,genesis #bh3aj-bb4 ,the sun had set4 ,he was alone2 ,mid twilight shadows he would rest4 ,he laid his head upon a stone ,to woo sweet slumber for his guest4 ,perhaps within those midnight hours ,his rugged bed was cold and chill1 ,but wrapped in ,dreamland's mystic powers1 ,he knew no danger1 felt no ill4 ,a vision in his dreams appeared6 ,angels were stepping to and fro ,upon a ladder which1 upreared1 ,aided their ministry below4 ,and then ,god spake in words which said ,what future ages would unfold1 ,the soil on which he made his bed ,was his1 by prophecy foretold4 ,he further heard that holy voice ,predict that through his tribe would be ,blessings in which all should rejoice1 ,blessings which all the world should see4 ,through ,jacob would the gift be given ,of ,jesus to this sinful earth2 ,god signified within this vision ,glad news of our ,redeemer's birth2 ,the star of ,bethlehem would shine1 ,that star of joy and peace and love1 ,our bleeding sacrifice divine ,to cleanse our hearts1 our guilt remove4 ,if faith and praise in us abound ,toward ,israel's ,god1 angels are near2 ,his word declares they camp around ,all those who look to him in fear4 ,when ,jacob woke1 the ground he trod ,seemed holy2 and he named his stone ,bethel1 which means the house of ,god4 ,with heaven so near1 was he alone8 ,,no ,,other ,neither is there salvation in any other3 for there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved4--,acts #d3ab4 ,swiftly we float upon time's tide ,adown the stream of years4 ,sometimes past hills of joy we glide1 ,sometimes through vales of tears4 ,age follows youth1 which1 ere we know1 ,has vanished like a dream1 ,and takes its glamour from the glow ,of mem'ry's silvery gleam4 ,there is no halt2 and more and more ,there seems an open sea ,reaching us with its ceaseless roar-- ,it is eternity4 ,there is one ,pilot that we need1 ,one who can safely steer1 ,one who at heaven's court can plead1 ,and all our journey cheer4 ',tis ,jesus ,christ2 and all who see ,in him the truth1 the way1 ,are in possession of the key ,to heaven's eternal day4 ,,wealth ,he heapeth up riches and knoweth not who shall gather them4--,psalm #ci3f4 ,o soul1 it is not thine1 ,but lent to thee in trust ,that thou may'st make ,god's glory shine1 ,secured from moth and rust4 ,thou can'st not take one mite ,except as thou dost give ,and waft it in the golden light ,where heaven's glories live4 ,go look for those in need-- ,the hungry and the cold4 ,kind words and actions are the seed ,which yield their fruits of gold4 ,give to the heathen world ,knowledge of ,christ our ,lord2 ,pray that his banner be unfurled2 ,send forth1 his priceless word4 ,he lived for us and died1 ,and intercedes above4 ,his blood1 a sacrificial tide1 ,redeems us by his love4 ,barbarian1 bond and free1 ,the wise and the unwise-- ',tis ours to give and theirs to see ,salvation's blood-bought prize4 ,we know not 'neath the sky ,who'll gather of our store1 ,but if we lay it up on high1 ',tis ours forevermore4 ,,the ,,captives ,psalm #acg4 ,captives by ,babel's limpid streams1 ,we hung our harps on willows there2 ,wept over ,zion2 and our dreams1 ,waking or sleeping1 she did share4 ,our victors1 with their battle arms1 ,derided1 jeered1 and scorned our tears2 ,required mirth1 diversion's charms1 ,to thus allay their guilty fears4 ,sing us a song is their demand1 ,yea1 sing us one of ,zion's songs6 ,how can our voices thus expand ,to what to us and ,god belongs8 ,how can we on this heathen shore1 ,surrounded by idolatry1 ,sing songs that unto us are more ,than all their glittering pageantry8 ,jerusalem1 should we forget1 ,we pray our hearts and tongues be still6 ,jerusalem6 ,oh1 may we yet ,worship upon thy holy hill4 ,babylon1 thou art to be destroyed6 ,thy doom's foretold in prophecy2 ,and happy be the means employed ,to hurl thee to thy destiny4 ,,the ,,living ,,water ,i that speak unto thee am he4--,john #d3bf4 ,she left her home that morn ,in fair ,samaria's land1 ,all heedless of her state forlorn1 ,sin-bound1 both heart and hand4 ,with prejudicial pride ,she scorned the meek request ,of ,one who sat the well beside1 ,with heat and thirst opprest4 ,thou art a ,jew1 she said1 ,and asketh drink of me8 ,samaria's daughter was not bred ,to deal with such as thee4 ,she would not yield a sip ,e'en if its maker sued1 ,while he from love1 with thirsting lip1 ,sought and her heart renewed4 ,he made her ask for life1 ,eternal life through him1 ,and living water was the type ,to her perception dim4 ,o yes6 ,she fain would taste ,and never thirst again1 ,and never cross the burning waste ,in weariness and pain6 ,her life he questioned now2 ,revealed her history4 ,she must have blushed4 ,how could he know8 ,here was a mystery6 ,abashed she now replied1 ,thou art a prophet1 sir6 ,and straightway sought with clannish pride ,instruction's voice to hear2 ,instruction that will bless ,the world each passing day1 ,for every spot man's feet may press1 ,there may he praise and pray4 ,the woman lent her ear1 ,then urged ,messiah's plea4 ,amazing words she now doth hear1 ,i that speak unto thee am he4 ,what joy6 ,the angels too ,must share it from above4 ,she left her water-pot1 and flew ,on feet made swift by love4 ,oh1 will these tidings last8 ,this news1 it must be spread6 ,he knows my present1 knows my past2 ,this is the ,christ1 she said4 ,that woman lost in sin ,drank of the living spring1 ,then swiftly sped dead souls to win1 ,and to that fountain bring4 ,forbid that we should shrink ,to publish grace so free1 ,for all who will that tide may drink ,and live eternally4 ,they begged that he would stay1 ,believed the truths unfurled1 ,and joyfully received that day ,the ,saviour of the world4 ,,jesus ,,intercedes ,seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them4--,hebrews #g3be4 ,when winding up the path of life1 ,sometimes mid thorns1 sometimes mid flowers1 ,oft weary of its toil and strife1 ,oft weary of its wintry hours1 ,there is one thought than all more sweet ,from care my longing heart to free2 ',tis this--oh1 wondrous to repeat-- ,that ,jesus intercedes for me4 ,and always when the path is steep1 ,i cling unto this wayside rope3 ,nothing can give so great relief1 ,nothing can give a brighter hope4 ',tis like a stately spreading palm1 ,which forms my spirit's canopy1 ',neath which ,i breathe the soothing balm ,that ,jesus intercedes for me4 ,and when ,i reach the sea of death1 ,to sail its silent waters o'er1 ,this thought shall calm my latest breath ,and waft me to the golden shore4 ,not only that my ,savior died1 ,the atoning lamb on ,calvary1 ,but--was there ever love so wide8-- ,still lives and intercedes for me4 ,,eve',s ,,flowers ,eve must have wept to leave her flowers1 ,and plucked some roots to tell ,of ,eden's happy1 sinless bowers1 ,where she in bliss did dwell4 ,roses and lilies1 pansies gay1 ,violets with azure eyes1 ,her favorites must have been1 for they ,seem born in paradise4 ,and when they drooped1 did she not sigh ,and kiss their petals fair1 ,thinking1 ,alas1 ye too must die ,and in our sorrow share8 ,and then perhaps unto her soul ,this answer sweet was given1 ,like you we fade and perish here2 ,for you we'll bloom in heaven4 ,roses and lilies are the type ,of him who from above1 ,the lamb of ,god1 gave up his life1 ,a sacrifice of love4 ,he was her hope in those sad hours ,of blight and sure decay2 ,the sin that drove her from her flowers ,his blood could wash away4 ,,come ,,unto ,,me ,come unto me6 ,ah1 gentlest word ,e'er breathed in human ear6 ,i am thy ,savior and thy ,lord2 ,dear child1 thou need'st not fear4 ,come unto me in sorrow's hour ,when life seems dark and drear2 ,i'll shield thee from the tempter's power2 ,dear child1 thou need'st not fear4 ,come unto me when hopes have flown ,like leaves wind-swept and sere1 ,when every joy thou may'st bemoan2 ,dear child1 thou need'st not fear4 ,come unto me4 ,i'll give thee rest1 ,will wipe away each tear2 ,come lean thy head upon my breast2 ,dear child1 thou need'st not fear4 ,,november ,but let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice4--,psalm #e3aa4 ,november is so drear and chill ,whilst making leafless branch and tree1 ,whilst sweeping over vale and hill ,with all her doleful minstrelsy4 ,november wails the summer's death ,in such a melancholy voice1 ,she has a withering1 blighting breath2 ,she does not bid the heart rejoice4 ,yet why repine1 thou stricken one8 ,grief is the common fate of all4 ,this the refrain beneath the sun3 ,mortals must die1 and leaves must fall4 ,they'll live again1 the leaves and flowers1 ,when spring returns to bless the earth2 ,they'll waken 'neath her sunny hours ,through nature's touch to beauteous birth4 ,hope in decay and do not moan ,that ,god has taken one we love3 ,why should our hearts be turned to stone ,when he is safe in heaven above8 ,redeemed through ,christ1 who was his trust1 ,with him in realms of joy on high2 ,for though down here 'tis dust to dust1 ,the ,christian lives beyond the sky4 ,then in the autumn's woe rejoice1-- ,rejoice in calm1 rejoice in storm2 ,in either hear ,god's tender voice1 ,for both his holy will perform4 ,,the ,,travelers ,away from the city1 away from the crowd1 ,two comrades in sorrow traversed hill and dale2 ,the gloom of their hearts did their faces enshroud1 ,and clouds of distress only seemed to prevail4 ,alone1 as they thought2 but a stranger unknown ,inquired thus kindly the cause of their woe3 ,of what are ye talking8 ,why are ye cast down1 ,so burdened with care1 as thus onward ye go8 ,cleopas thus answered1 ,a stranger art thou ,in ,jerusalem1 not knowing the things happening there8 ,what things8 asked the stranger1 desiring now ,their lips should disclose what had caused their despair4 ,of ,jesus of ,nazareth1 one mighty in deed1 ,a wonderful prophet2 him have they slain4 ,to ,israel's redemption we hoped he would lead1 ,but why should we hope if hope is in vain8 ,some women who went to the sepulcher say ,that angels assured them he's living this hour1 ,but they did not see him1 and try as we may1 ,it seems a false rumor of glory and power4 ,the stranger rebuked them ere he would teach ,what the prophets portray of ,christ's sufferings here4 ,their souls were enlivened1 but soon they would reach ,the village they sought1 which too quickly drew near4 ,the stranger seemed passing1 but now they entreat1 ,abide with us here2 the day is far spent2 ,they could not forego yet such fellowship sweet1 ,and he entered in with them whither they went4 ,when supper was ready1 they sat up to partake-- ,they and the stranger1 in whom they delight4 ,he blessed1 as his custom1 the bread ere he brake2 ,they knew it was ,jesus6 ,and he vanished from sight4 ,did not our hearts burn within us1 now they exclaimed1 ,as he taught of himself what the prophets record8 ,we've seen him1 we've heard him1 and he is the same3 ,he is ,israel's ,messiah1 our ,savior and ,lord6 ,we are travelers here on the highway of time1 ,but he will go with us if we seek him aright4 ,his strength will support us as upward we climb2 ,through his blood we inherit immortality's light4 ,,daybreak ,until the day break1 and the shadows flee away4--,song of ,solomon #d3f4 ,gleaming softly1 silvery-faint1 ,heralded by chanticleer1 ,merging from night's shadowy taint1 ,new day of the passing year6 ,born to bless or born to blight1 ,born for you and born for me1 ,leaving1 ere it take its flight1 ,impress on eternity6 ',tis a gift from ,god's own hand4 ,on its pure unsullied page ,let us write at his command ,what will bless our pilgrimage4 ,true repentance giveth joy ,to the angels in the sky4 ,what could be more blest employ ,than to cheer the choirs on high8 ,deeds of patience1 deeds of love1 ,banishing all hate and guile-- ,these will steer toward heaven above1 ,these will make the angels smile4 ,may this child of time unite ,earth and heaven in blest accord1 ,heathen nations see the light ,from the cross of ,christ our ,lord4 ,coming is the glad daybreak1 ,the prophetic jubilee2 ,sin will then all hearts forsake1 ,then will all the shadows flee4 ,,gone ,upon time's surging1 billowy sea ,a ship now slowly disappears1 ,with freight no human eye can see1 ,but weighing just one hundred years4 ,their sighs1 their tears1 their weary moans1 ,their joy and pleasure1 pomp and pride1 ,their angry and their gentle tones1 ,beneath its waves forever hide4 ,yes1 sunk within oblivion's waves1 ,they'll partly live in memory2 ,to youth1 who will their secrets crave1 ,mostly exist in history4 ,ah1 what a truth steps in this strain-- ,they are not lost within time's sea2 ,their words and actions live again1 ,and blight or light eternity6 ,a new ship comes within our view1 ,laden with dreams both sad and blest2 ,to youth they're tinged with roseate hue2 ,to weary ones bring longed-for rest4 ,and still the stream of life flows on1 ,laughing beneath the century new4 ,god's promise gilds the horizon2 ,mercy shall reign2 his word is true4 ,,awake6 ,all my ways are before thee4--,psalm #aai3afh4 ,awake1 ,o soul1 awake6 ,enter thy cell of thought1 ,and there in calmness meditate ,on what ,god's word has taught4 ,there's nought within thy scope1 ,no influence thou hast sown1 ,no gloomy doubt1 no joyful hope1 ,but unto him are known4 ,awake6 but grovel not ,in ashes of despair1 ,christ's precious blood can cleanse each spot2 ,cast on him every care4 ,before him are thy ways1 ,but in his mercy free ,he further yet his love displays1 ,and intercedes for thee4 ,awake to holy fear ,and praise thy ,god on high2 ,be it thy joy to praise him here ,and praise him in the sky4 ,,abide ,,with ,,us ,abide with us6 ,where could we go8 ,thou art our strength1 thou art our tower1 ,our refuge from the ills below1 ,in darkness light1 in weakness power4 ,abide with us6 ,we would prevail1 ,and plead that thou be ever near ,to banish doubts when they assail1 ,and give deliverance from fear4 ,abide with us in words of love1 ,for thou dost say1 ,come unto me4 ,oh1 guide us to thy home above ,to dwell in joy and peace with thee6 ,o ,,bethlehem6 ,for he is our peace4 ,o ,bethlehem1 where ,christ was born ,and angels watched him where he lay1 ,when cradled on that holy morn ,that ushered in earth's promised day6 ,o ,bethlehem1 it was thy star ,which guided o'er the deserts wild ,those who had journeyed from afar ,to gaze upon the sinless child6 ,o ,bethlehem1 'twas thine to see ,god's choir announce the ,saviour's birth1 ,and hear those waves of melody ,chant peace and good will to the earth6 ,o ,bethlehem1 'twas thine to weep ,with ,rachel o'er the crimson woe ,when cruel hands did vainly seek ,to quench heaven's radiance below6 ,o ,bethlehem1 we hear thy call ,to joy and bliss1 and would not cease ,to praise him who has died for all ,who will accept his blood-bought peace6 ,,ring ,,the ,,bells ,ring out the bells of heaven6 ,obey the great command1 ,that all may hear their melody ,on mountain1 sea1 and land1 ,the chimes of glory sounding1 ,ascending to the sky2 ,jesus our ,savior reigneth ,forever more on high4 ,ring how he bore our trials ,and sorrows here below2 ,of his lamb-like1 sinless nature1 ,purer than falling snow2 ,how he gave his life to banish ,the clouds of midnight gloom ,that brooded o'er creation ,and o'er the dreary tomb4 ,ring of the well of ,sichar ,and the everlasting tide1 ,with which its sparkling waters ,his imagery supplied4 ,ring of his mighty power ,to comfort and to heal1 ,his gentleness and sympathy ,in either woe or weal4 ,ring of his blood that speaketh ,than ,abel's1 better things1 ,and to the guilty conscience ,sweet peace and pardon brings4 ,ring how he burst death's fetters ,in rising from the grave1 ,and from its lasting bondage ,will all his people save4 ,ring how he intercedeth ,and ever lives above ,for all who trust and serve him1 ,rejoicing in his love2 ,of the many mansions he's prepared ,of everlasting rest1 ,whose joys no tongue can utter ,nor tell how glad and blest4 ,awake1 then1 to your duty1 ,o church of ,christ1 awake6 ,behold the beauty of their feet ,who the glad tidings take6 ,reach out and ring the bells of heaven2 ,blest be the hands that give ,the truth1 that all who listen ,may hope and joy and live6 ,ah1 'tis a wondrous story6 ,good news to all the world6 ,the gospel means glad tidings ,wherever 'tis unfurled4 ,great ,god1 impart thy ,spirit ,that all who love their ,lord ,may see in life a flitting hour ,to obey and speak his word4 ,,the ,,desert ,,spring ,oh1 no1 my lord1 she cannot stay2 ,cast out this bond maid with her mocking child1 ,for they cannot be heirs with thine and mine4 ,abraham was sad1 for he had prayed1 ,o ,god1 ,that ,ishmael may dwell within thy sight6 ,and now the message came to him1 ,fear not6 ,in all that ,sarah says list to her voice4 ,in ,isaac shall thy seed be called4 ,also ,i'll make of ,hagar's son a nation great1 ,because he sprang from thee4 ,then ,abraham rose ,at early dawn1 and lading ,egypt's child ,with water and with bread1 sent her grief-worn ,with ,ishmael to wander lone within ,beersheba's wilderness4 ,while yet the air ,was cool1 and nature locked in the embrace ,of morn1 likely the child was blithe and gay1 ,unheeding the sad face and drooping form ,of her who doubtless turned from childhood's tents ,in tears of woe4 ,thrilled with his ,arab blood ,he raced along2 and thus to fancy's ear ,he prattled on3 ,o mother1 do not weep6 ,the ,princess ,sarah cannot chide us now4 ,we're free6 ,i love the wilderness6 ,i love ,the earth and sky6 ,look at those birds1 ,far as the fleecy clouds6 ,and here ,are flowers with which to wreathe my bow4 ,with it ,i'll bring thee deer and fowl to dress1 ,when by and by we reach a babbling stream ,where we may safely dwell4 ,on1 still on1 ,through arid plains1 with blistering feet1 ,beneath a burning sky1 they toil along4 ,the lad no longer talks of birds and flowers1 ,but begs for water--water just to cool ,his parching throat2 and likely 'twas that when ,noon's shadows mirrored the encircling hills1 ,he saw the empty flask1 and must at last ,have fainted on the scorching sand4 ,we read ,that ,hagar cast him 'neath a shrub1 and then1 ,withdrawing quite a space1 she prayed1 ,o ,god1 ,let me not see his death6 and so sank down ,upon the ground to watch him where he lay1 ,and wept such tears as touched the world on high ,with sympathy divine4 ,god heard the lad1 ,and from his radiant home an angel spake3 ,what aileth thee1 ,o ,hagar8 ,rise and take ,the lad1 and stand him on his feet4 ,i'll make ,of him a nation great4 ,her eyes were opened2 ,and she saw a well1 from which with joyful haste ,she filled her flask and gave the weakling lad ,a draught which gave him back to health ,and life again4 ,water6--a type of ,christ1 ,god's son1 that whosoever will may drink ,that everflowing stream of love and live ,eternally6 ,the angel's prophecy foretold ,those countless hordes1 those tented caravans1 ,whose graceful steeds have plied through centuries past ,those barren1 trackless wastes2 some of the men ,who1 ,egypt-bound with spicery and balm1 ,halted beside the lonely pit1 and bartered there ,for that young lad whose coat dyed in the blood ,of kids1 made ,jacob with wild agony exclaim1 ,this is my ,joseph's coat6 ,he has1 no doubt1 ,been rent in twain by beasts6 ,the wanderers soon ,lay down to rest1 'neath starry skies to wait ,another dawn1 and on the mother's face ,there must have been a light of joy divine2 ,for had she not held intercourse with ,heaven8 ,were not its guardian bands around them then ,in desert weird and wild8 ,ye weary souls1 ,tired travelers on the sands of time1 ,trust ,god and look to him for strength6 ,the angel of his word speaks faith and peace1 ,and presses to the thirsting lip the cup ,of immortality6 ,,musings ,childhood and youth are vanity4 ,often o'er life's pathway straying ,come sweet strains of long ago1 ,to the chords of memory playing ,music sweet and music low4 ,when upon the gray rock musing ',neath the tree by childhood's home1 ,in the wild bird's note so soothing ,tenderly these strains will come4 ,gazing on the deep fringed mountain1 ,distance robing it in blue1 ,quaffing the familiar fountain1 ,each repeats the story too4 ,wandering by the streamlet flowing ,where we played in hours of glee1 ,hear its murmurs coming1 going1 ,tell of joys that used to be4 ,wandering in the leafy wildwood ,sometimes in our leisure hours1 ,in the sunny days of childhood ,how much fairer seemed its flowers6 ,watching from the hill the sunset ',neath the spreading chestnut tree1 ,youthful dreams and visions come yet ,through the years so magically4 ,yet how vain these memories olden ,if they do not teach the truth ,that within the city golden ,only1 dwells perpetual youth4 ,,bartim,,us ,what means this throng8 a blind man said1 ,whilst begging by the highway side2 ,begging and blind1 and lacking bread1 ,his ears discern the living tide4 ,jesus of ,nazareth passeth by1 ,was answered4 ,had he heard aright8 ,oh1 was the heavenly healer nigh1 ,he who could give the blind their sight8 ,jesus1 have mercy6 lo1 he cried1 ,oh1 son of ,david1 pity me6 ,and when the jeering crowd deride1 ,his accents form a clearer plea4 ,jesus stood still4 ,a kindly voice ,bade him good cheer--,he calleth thee4 ,thus must his lonely heart rejoice1 ,he thinks of me2 yes1 even me6 ,bartimus found the ,living ,light ,who asked and granted his request4 ,his blinded eyes received their sight2 ,with joy he followed with the rest4 ,how oft when ,jesus passes by1 ,the heart-blind hear but don't perceive1 ,else how they would for mercy cry ,ere ,christ their ,lord should take his leave6 ,like him of whom this story's told ,they'd pray1 ,lord ,jesus1 pity me6 ,and find his power and love could fold ,them here and in eternity4 ,,zacch,,us ,jesus entered and passed through ,jericho4--,luke #ai3a-aj4 ,city of palms6 whose ancient name ,suggests a line of scarlet hue1 ,type of thy glorious ,guest who came ,and passed with crowds thy borders through1 ,did aught foretell that on that day1 ,the ,lord of life would favor thee1 ,and centuries ring the novel way ,a soul was made both glad and free8 ,zacchus knew that through thy gates ,came ,one he oft had longed to see2 ,alas6 how adverse were the fates-- ,so dense the throng1 so small was he6 ,considering1 he ran before ,and climbed into a wayside tree1 ,and ever since the sycamore ,is blended with his history4 ,while peering eagerly below1 ,above the tumult of the town ,that soothing voice to mortal woe ,bade him to hasten quickly down4 ,come1 ,jesus said1 ,i must abide ,and tarry at thy house with thee4 ,zacchus the honor swift applied1 ,and entertained him joyfully4 ,the people frowned that ,christ should dine ,with a rich sinner publican1 ,nor knew his act of grace would shine1 ,a star of hope1 to fallen man4 ,zacchus assured his royal guest1 ,lord1 half my goods ,i give the poor2 ,and if ,i falsely have opprest1 ,fourfold ,i unto men restore4 ,his listener reads the human heart ,and all its thoughts unerringly2 ,alone such wisdom can impart ,and judge of its sincerity4 ,jesus received this sin-sick soul1 ,salvation to his house was given2 ,and while time's cycles onward roll1 ,his faith and works will point toward heaven4 ,i came1 the ,lord of glory said 7,nor did he count the pain and cost71 ,to feed the hungry soul with bread1 ,to seek and save that which was lost4 ,,april ,when ,april weeps1 she wakes the flowers ,that slept the winter through4 ,oh1 did they dream those frosty hours ,that she would be untrue ,and not awaken them in time ,to smile their smiles of love1 ,to hear the robin's merry chime1 ,and gentle cooing dove8 ,and when they feel their mother's tears ,so gently o'er them weep1 ,will they tell her of their simple fears ,and visions while asleep8 ,and will they tell her that they dreamed1 ,beneath their sheets of snow1 ,such weary dreamings that it seemed ,the winter ne'er would go8 ,they'll soon be wide-awake and up1 ,in dainty robes arrayed1 ,blue violet1 gold buttercup1 ,and quaker-lady staid4 ,wild eglantine and clustering thorn ,will grace the byway lanes1 ,whilst woodland flowers the dells adorn ,and daisies cheer the plains4 ,the rippling streamlet soon will be ,a crystal mirror bright ,for waving branch and mint and tree ,that nod in golden light ,of summer sunbeams glad'ning rays ,filling the heart with love1 ,while nature and earth1 uniting1 praise ,the ,god who reigns above4 ,in lowly spots will lilies spring ,and scent the summer breeze1 ,and on the earth there'll be no king ,arrayed like one of these4 ,so weeping ,april's tears will bring ,her children from the tomb1 ,will dress the earth in robes of spring1 ,brightened by fragrant bloom4 ,,bethlehem ,now when ,jesus was born in ,bethlehem of ,judea4--,matthew #b3a4 ,bethlehem1 where ,christ was born1 ,bethlehem1 the ,christian's star6 ,bethlehem's prophetic morn ,echoed ages from afar4 ,where the shepherds heard the song ,heralding the holy birth1 ,tidings that would right the wrong1 ,news of joy from heaven to earth4 ,this the song the angels sang3 ,peace on earth1 good will to men4 ,glory in the highest rang1 ,glory now and glory then4 ,christ1 the king of earth and heaven1 ,gave himself to cleanse our sin2 ,through his blood we are forgiven ,and eternal life may win4 ,come to him with every woe2 ,he has said1 ,come unto me4 ,better refuge none can know ,whither to safely1 gladly flee4 ,well may hallelujahs ring ,o'er ,god's gift from heaven above2 ,yet1 although the angels sing1 ,angels cannot tell his love4 ,,nature',s ,,lesson ,we traveled by a mountain's edge1 ,it was ,september calm and bright1 ,nature had decked its rocky ledge ,with flowers of varied hue and height4 ,it seemed a miracle that they ,should flourish in that meager soil1 ,as noble spirits oftenest may ,gleam forth through poverty and toil4 ,below were rippling1 sparkling streams ,through meadows kissed by shadowy hills1 ,reflecting autumn's peaceful dreams ,within those swift1 translucent rills4 ,this lesson should these scenes impart ,as on the road of life we go1 ,to do our duty and take heart1 ,as flowers bloom and streamlets flow4 ,perhaps in ages yet to be ,may flowers wave here e'en as today1 ,these streams still rush in merry glee ,to cheer and charm who here may stray2 ,but we upon ,time's rapid tide ,like morning mists will disappear2 ,but if by faith to ,christ allied1 ,heaven's glory is both sure and clear4 ,we look from ,nature to her ,god2 ,we feel his presence from above2 ,we know that when the earth he trod1 ,he preached through her his wondrous love4 ,what is there in our flitting years ,with this pure treasure can compare8 ,his love can wipe away our tears1 ,his love can lighten every care4 ,,the ,,migratory ,,swans ,a necklace in the depth of blue ,of scintillating1 silvery pearls1 ,which peering eagerly we view ,as gracefully it curves and whirls1 ,safely and swiftly1 far away ,they seek the groves of date and lime2 ,naught can arrest and naught dismay ,from heights so lofty and sublime4 ,in dreams alone their wintry home ,can haunt them with its ice and snow2 ,mingled with visions as they come ,of shimmering waves where lilies grow ,and open lakes are fresh and clear1 ,fit mirror for a plumaged breast1 ,shaded by moss-grown trees4 ',tis here ,they'll dip and dive in gleeful rest4 ,vanished6 and vainly do we try ,to trace upon the distant air ,that scroll which written on the sky ,told of the hand which led them there4 ,could we upon our heavenward way ,from tempting snares as far remove ,and be as disenthralled as they1 ,we'd plainer show a guiding love4 ,we skim too closely to the earth1 ,we press too slowly for the prize1 ,let thoughts and cares of trivial worth ,retard our journey to the skies4 ,oh1 let us watch and pray to have ,a loftier flight from transient things1 ,inspired like swans at last to lave ,in streams of bliss our wearied wings6 ,,ministering ,,women ,and ,joanna1 the wife of ,chuza1 ,herod's steward1 and ,susanna and many others who ministered unto him of their substance4--,luke #h3c4 ,mark #ad3c-i4 ,john #ab3c-h4 ,matthew #bf3f-ac4 ,luke #g3cg-ej4 ,john #aa3c4 ,those women who their ,christ and ,lord ,aided by gentle ministry1 ,have gained their race a rich reward1 ,treasured in sacred history4 ,joanna is unknown at court1 ,although entitled to be there2 ,the record of her life's report ,in fadeless glory has its share4 ,susanna's name is intertwined1 ,a gem as sparkling and as clear ,as those with which it is enshrined2 ,and this is all we know of her4 ,and those whose names have not been given ,are now in realms of light and love1 ,praising him mid the choirs of heaven1 ,crowned with his joy and peace and love4 ,mary of ,magdala was brought ,from mysteries strange and dark and drear ,to heights with joy and gladness fraught2 ,she radiates a luster clear4 ,those chimes from ,bethany will ring ,with power that will not1 cannot die2 ,martha's and ,mary's names will sing ,long as the flitting centuries fly4 ,that spikenard1 which 'twas wholly meet ,mary should pour upon his head1 ,has filled with fragrance rare and sweet ,succeeding ages as they've fled4 ,and when a critic standing near ,censured her act1 misunderstood1 ,christ spoke so that the world might hear2 ,he said1 ,she hath done what she could4 ,this her memorial while the sun ,traverses the blue dome of heaven1 ,fulfilling while time's cycles run ,christ's prophecy which then was given4 ,unto the end these faithful few1 ,regardless of all pain and loss1 ,did what their hearts and hands could do1 ,though bowed with wonder at the cross4 ,such love they could not understand1 ,such love unto his latest breath2 ,that love had our redemption planned ,both in his life and in his death4 ,they haunt the tomb in which he lay1 ,grief-stricken1 desolate1 and lone2 ,but ,magdalene at break of day ,found that her precious charge was gone4 ,two angels said1 ,why weepest thou8 ,the angels knew ere they inquired4 ,they knew her heart could triumph now1 ,these sinless ones by love inspired4 ,she1 weeping1 told her loss and woe1 ,then answered thus a questioner near3 ,sir1 if thou dost his refuge know1 ,tell me4 ,i seek him vainly here4 ,mary6 ,she listened to her name ,uttered by ,christ1 her risen ,lord4 ,master8 her trembling lips exclaim1 ,then wondered1 worshipped1 and adored4 ,her joy is ours6 ,oh1 may we see ,that joy more plainly every day6 ,christ lives and loves eternally1-- ,swift feet such tidings should convey4 ,eternal life and heavenly rest ,he purchased by death's agony1 ,that whosoever will be blest ,with glorious immortality4 ,may we our sisters of the past ,in life and character revere1 ,like them be faithful to the last1 ,like them be loving and sincere4 ,first must the gospel plan of love ,to every land and tribe be given1 ,ere ,he'll return who from above ,is ,god's best gift to earth from heaven4 ,,that ,,jewish ,,lad ,there is a lad here which hath five barley loaves1 and two small fishes4--,john #f3i4 ,he must have been a thoughtful youth1 ,his name the record has not given1 ,but if his heart imbibed the truth1 ',tis written in the books of heaven4 ,a cipher in the multitude1 ,he followed with his meager store1 ,and far from his perception crude ,the miracle that made it more4 ,with loaves and fishes few1 this lad ,by power and aid of one divine ,has made the hungry thousands glad ,and ,god's providing power to shine4 ,when at the midweek hour of prayer ,ye faithful mourn your number few1 ,pray ,he who fed that throng be there ,your faith and vigor to renew4 ,he will your meek petitions hear ,which1 like those loaves and fishes small1 ,will cause his glory to appear ,in showers of blessing that will fall4 ,the centuries are sweeping by1 ,bearing their millions gay and sad1 ,and wafting those to realms on high ,who follow with that ,jewish lad4 ,,in ,,sincerity ,grace be with them that love our ,lord ,jesus ,christ in sincerity4--,ephesians #f3bd4 ,thou saddened one whose longing eyes ,seek quickening thoughts to glean1 ,whose views of ,christ1 the ,heavenly prize1 ,clouds often veer between1 ,that rapture which may be expressed ,by others constantly ,is not thine own2 in truth confessed1 ,where is the mystery8 ,ask now these questions of thy soul3 ,my heart1 is it sincere8 ,do ,i his holy name extol1 ,and is ,he truly dear8 ,like ,peter can ,i1 too1 record ,and urge his earnest plea1 ,thou knowest all things1 gracious ,lord2 ,thou knowest ,i love ,thee8 ,there is no music like his voice3 ,to this can'st thou attest8 ,no message makes thee so rejoice ,as ,come to me and rest8 ,if there's been left within thine heart ,by word or deed a thorn1 ,can prayer extract the cruel dart ,and heal it ere the morn8 ,does prayer cast out disquietude ,and every bitter thought2 ,all hate and enmity exclude ,by ,love with patience fraught8 ,or1 if perchance there may be found ,a hurt that festers still1 ,is this the balm that soothes the wound-- ',twas needed2 'tis ,god's will8 ,is there a saint1 however poor1 ,however lowly born1 ,that earthly treasure could allure ,thee to mistreat or scorn8 ,these queries1 are they answered well8 ,then press with joy toward ,heaven1 ,filled with that peace tongue cannot tell1 ,the sense of sin forgiven4 ,accept your ,saviour's proffered rest6 ,behold6 there's grace for thee2 ,all those who love ,him now are blest1-- ,love in sincerity4 ,,they',,re ,,coming6 ,they're coming6 ,and it seems so long ,since sadly autumn laid them low4 ,they left us with the robin's song1 ,they left us to the ice and snow4 ,they're coming6 ,so the ,march wind saith4 ,though singing songs with icy breath1 ,he's chanting of another ,may1 ,he's chanting of ,king ,winter's death4 ,they're coming6 ',neath the forest's mold1 ,in mossy beds of ferny soil1 ,slowly their tiny robes unfold1 ,yet do they neither spin nor toil4 ,they're coming6 ,with their influence pure1 ,their emblematic power again ,of him who would our steps allure ,to realms of love1 devoid of pain4 ,they're coming6 ,with the summer's breeze1 ,with azure skies and sunny showers1 ,with notes of birds and hum of bees-- ,who will not welcome back the flowers8