,,home ,,poems1 -- ,,by -- ,,kate ,,louise ,,wheeler4 ,copyright #ahig1 ,,by ,,kate ,,louise ,,wheeler ,all ,rights ,reserved4 ,,telegraph ,,publishing ,,co4 ,,nashua1 ,n4 ,h4 ,,author',s ,,preface4 ,i am a ,new ,hampshire girl4 ,i have written these poems in the interests of ,christian ,endeavor4 ,my friends are so much pleased with them that ,i have had them published for our mutual benefit4 ,,kate ,,louise ,,wheeler4 ,to ,,my ,,beloved ,,mother ,,these ,,verses ,,are ,,inscribed1 ,,by ,,kate ,l4 ,,wheeler4 8,thou'lt ne'er be poor nor quite alone1 ,whilst thou a mother call'st thine own40 ,,contents4 ,the ,old ,granite ,state1 #a ,thy ,place1 #b ,constancy1 #c ,fairest ,days1 #d ,my ,petition1 #e ,imperishable ,melodies1 #f ,mother1 #g ,hidden ,treasures1 #i ,in ,life and ,death1 #aj ,progress1 #aa ,only a ,little ,fellow1 #ab ,under the ,pines1 #ad ,prayer1 #ae ,our ,baby1 #ag ,a ,halo1 #ah ,the ,deserted ,farm1 #ai ,seed ,thoughts1 #bb ,school1 #bc ,the ,graces1 #be ,sunshine1 #bf 8,what ,shall ,it ,profit80 #bg ,what ,he ,said1 #bi ,home ,lights1 #cj ,clouds and ,comfort1 #cc ,action1 #cd 8,for ,you ,i am ,praying10 #ce ,sincerity1 #cf ,the ,veiled ,future1 #cg ,labor of ,love1 #ci ,do ,your ,best1 #dj ,immortality1 #da ,in the ,hall1 #db ,at ,night1 #dc ,only1 #dd ,the ,holy ,dream1 #de ,harmony and ,heaven1 #dh ,the ,dandelion1 #di ,lives and ,leaves1 #ej ,to-,day1 #ea ,darkness and ,daylight1 #ec ,within the ,gates1 #ed ,over-,sight1 #ee ,going ,home1 #ef ,the ,gardener1 #eh ,at ,york1 #ei ,peace1 #fa ,she ,sleeps1 #fb ,affluence1 #fe ,christ ,divine1 #ff ,in ,after ,years1 #fg ,faith1 #fi ,united ,effort1 #gj ,my ,soul1 #ga ,the ,text1 #gb ,ethel1 ,in ,memoriam1 #gc ,love's ,roses1 #ge ,influence1 #gf ,lift ,up ,thy ,heart1 #gh ,two ,paths1 #gi ,steadfastness1 #ha ,volume ,one1 #hb ,happiness-,killers1 #hc ,recompense1 #he ,why8 #hf ,class ,ode--#ahhe1 #hh ,two ,sides1 #hi ,the ,changing ,current1 #ij ,sleep1 #ib ,life's ,day1 #ic ,a ,poet1 #id ,thanksgiving1 #ie ,musings1 #if ,seeking and ,striving1 #ih ,some ,day1 #ii ,the ,awakening1 #aja ,love-,letters1 #ajb ,regret1 #ajc ,christian ,soldiers1 #ajd ,a ,question1 #aje ,sweetest ,music1 #ajf ,at ,last1 #ajg ,his ,promise1 #ajh ,life's ,crucible1 #aji ,my ,choice1 #aaj ,endeavor1 #aaa ,service1 #aac ,crowning ,light1 #aae ,nonce1 #aaf ,the ,goal1 #aah ,a ,question ,answered1 #aai ,grandmother1 #abj ,diligence1 #abc ,the ,baby1 #abd ,god's ,love1 #abf ,release1 #abg ,easter1 ,to ,m4 ,m4 ,m41 #abh ,eminence1 #acb ,the ,here and ,there1 #acc ,air ,castles1 #acd ,little ,joe1 #acf ,,poems4 ,,the ,,old ,,granite ,,state4 ,the ,new ,hampshire ,christian ,endeavor ,state ,song4 ,tune1 8,how ,firm a ,foundation40 ,the ,state of ,new ,hampshire is dear to us all1 ,her hills and her mountains respond to the call1 ,her onflowing rivers in gladness awake ,to sound forth the praises of ,old ,granite ,state4 ,her heroes undaunted in times of distress ',neath the flag of the union went forth with the rest2 ,when duty is calling and danger is nigh ,the ,old ,granite ,state will conquer or die4 ,her sons and her daughters are loyal and brave1 ',neath the banner of ,christ they march onward to save2 ,in the battle for right which they undertake ,as firm as the granite in ,old ,granite ,state4 ,from loftiest height to lowliest shore ,new ,hampshire1 our home land1 is our's evermore6 8,for ,christ and the ,church0 she resounds the glad call1 ,the ,old ,granite ,state sends a greeting to all4 ,,thy ,,place4 ,do not dream away life's morning1 ,rise to bless as does the sun2 ,let no shadow fall about thee1 ,till thy given work is done4 ,look not downward1 to the valley1 ,blessings come from heights above2 ,falter not upon thy journey1 ,let each effort teem with love4 ,tho' thy life work may be humble1 ,keep a brave and trusting heart2 ,do it well1 it is thy portion1 ,god himself assigned the part4 ,there is not on earth another-- ,even monarch of the throne-- ,who can fill thy place so nobly1 ,as thyself1 thyself alone4 ,if a few shall rise above thee1 ,and the world their deeds applaud1 ,do not let their fame depress thee1 ,none can judge thee save thy ,god4 ,,constancy4 ,he makes the most of life1 who soonest learns ,that 'tis not best to try for heights too high1 ,nor yet to be content with vales too low2 ,but day by day upon his upward way1 ,accepts the possible for which he yearns1 ,rejects those things that far beneath him lie1 ,and asks the strength of slow success1 to know1 ,which gains the ,heaven for which we mortals pray4 ,,fairest ,,days4 ,the sun is flooding all the land and sky1 ,the waves are dancing o'er the deep blue sea2 ,the world is gay and yet1 they say1 not ,i-- ,since absence makes a gulf 'tween you and me4 ,when you were here the clouds were in the sky1 ,the rain-drops fell1 the sun was hid from view2 ,the world was dull and yet1 they say1 not ,i-- ,for my gay world is centred1 love1 in you4 ,when you are near no matter what the sky1 ,no matter what the sea nor what the weather2 ,the world is gay and so1 my love1 am ,i-- ,the days are fairest when we are together4 ,,my ,,petition4 ,o let me say one little word1 ,ere ,i depart1 ,to soothe one sorrow1 ,teach one truth1 ,and help one heart6 ,o let me sing one little song1 ,before ,i go1 ,to wake one wanderer1 ,lift one load1 ,and wing one woe6 ,o let me breathe one little prayer1 ,while yet ,i live1 ,to bring one blessing1 ,heal one hurt1 ,one sin forgive6 ,o let me write one little song1 ,ere life is o'er1 ,to cause one comfort1 ,save one soul1 ,forever more6 ,,imperishable ,,melodies4 ,around the world they ring to-day1 ,and they will ring forever2 ,like beauteous birds that sweetly sing1 ,good cheer and comfort they shall bring2 ,and saving souls along the way1 ,will be forgotten never4 ,both autocrat and peasant poor1 ,with heaven born inspiration1 ,composed these grand and soulful themes ,that wake the dreamer from his dreams1 ,and shall1 while patriot rights endure1 ,arouse a loyal nation4 ,the mighty chimes ring out the fame ,of him who wrote with feeling1 ,and while sweet symphonies prolong1 ,he lives again to move the throng1 ,and preaches in ,jehovah's name ,from spires where bells are pealing4 ,,mother4 ,in all the wide world there is not another ,whose name is so dear as the sweet name of mother4 ,the babe's tiny head finds it's most perfect rest1 ,when pillowed from harm on the fair mother breast2 ,the youth1 from all sorrow1 temptation and care1 ,seeks the warm mother heart and finds comfort there2 ,the woman1 whose virtues are whispered above1 ,will daily thank ,god for the dear 8mother love20 ,the man1 be he lover1 or husband1 or brother1 ,will ever hold sacred the love of his mother4 ,tho' the years may have turned her tresses to gray1 ,and the rose from her cheek may have faded away1 ,tho' her step1 once so light1 may have feebled with age1 ,and her eyes may have grown too dim for the page1 ,tho' the hand that was once so dainty and fair1 ,may have changed with the seasons of toiling and care1 ,tho' the voice that to youth and it's freedom belongs1 ,may have lost all its sweetness for lullaby songs1 ,yet the years that shall make the dear mother grow old1 ,will but add to her nature a blessing untold2-- ,tho' they rob her of youth1 she retains1 as a prize1 ,a love more mature and a counsel more wise4 ,tho' her life lose it's sunshine and burdens oppress1 ,yet the love of the mother will never be less2 ,tho' her children may wander away from the fold1 ,and the world shuts them out in the darkness and cold1 ,tho' their friends may prove faithless and sin may allure1 ,yet of mother's true love they can ever be sure4 ,tho' to far away lands they may wilfully roam1 ,the fond mother's prayer will be guiding them home4 ,if they climb to the height of honor and fame1 ,they should whisper1 in credit1 the dear mother name4 ,her love inspires all that is noble and good1 ,and ,purity reigneth o'er sweet mother-hood4 ,tho' the great word applaud1 the praise of another ,is nothing compared with the praises of mother4 ,the earth home is dreary1 when she is away1 ,her presence adds sunshine to each changing day1 ,and ,heaven1 in it's glory1 will be the more fair1 ,when the spirit of mother shall find entrance there4 ,,hidden ,,treasures4 ,beneath the waves of ocean blue1 ,the precious pearls are lost from view2 ,within the darkness of the mine1 ,the gold and uncut diamonds shine2 ,from human sight beneath the sky1 ,the little seeds in waiting lie4 ,within the mind1 like pearls of white1 ,some hidden thoughts await the light2 ,which1 brightly polished1 shall outshine ,the varied treasures of the mine2 ,and like the seeds that wake to flowers1 ,shall bless and brighten all life's hours4 ,,in ,,life ,,and ,,death4 ,i see her smile in sleep ,and to her crib ,i creep ,to kiss the baby face where dimples play2 ,i smooth her sunny hair ,and breathe to ,god a prayer ,that ,he will teach me how to lead the way4 ,i see her smile in sleep ,and to her couch ,i creep ,to kiss the saintly face where peace doth stay2 ,i smooth her silvery hair ,and breathe to ,god a prayer ,that ,he will teach me how to find the way4 ,,progress4 ,he1 who to elevate himself ,labors with earnest will1 ,forgets1 that should he wisely try ,to elevate the minds near by ,and public needs to fill1 ,will still continue to advance ,and while their cause he does enhance ,will be their teacher still4 ,,only ,a ,,little ,,fellow4 ,he was only a little fellow ,with a very plain little face ,and his teacher said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan never can keep his place40 ,he was only a little fellow ,with a mouth neither rosy nor sweet ,and his father said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan always is under my feet40 ,he was only a little fellow ,with eyes neither brilliant nor gay ,and his mother said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan always is in my way40 ,he was only a little fellow ,with a little turned up nose ,and his sister said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan must keep away from my beaux40 ,he was only a little fellow ,with tumbled apron and hair ,and his brother said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan is out of place in there40 ,he was only a little fellow ,but at last there came a day ,when every one said1 ,with a shake of the head3 8,dan never was in the way40 ,he was only a little fellow ,yet the neighbors came in to weep ,while the baby face1 ,in a rose-decked place1 ,was calm in eternal sleep4 ,he was only a little fellow ,who left his books and his play2 ,at the ,saviour's call1 ,where there's room for all1 ,he will never more be in the way4 ,,under ,,the ,,pines4 ,under the pines1 on a summer's day1 ,i list to a whisper from far away1 ,and1 lying low1 with my half-closed eyes1 ,behold the beauty of fairer skies4 ,some say 'tis the sound of the sighing sea1 ,whose distant murmer steals over me2 ,some say 'tis the baby breeze instead1 ,that rocks in the branches overhead2 ,but ,i know it is neither wave nor breeze1 ,on shining sands and in leafy trees2 ',tis the music sweet of a voice divine1 ,that whispers peace to each pensive pine4 ,,prayer4 ,pray not for self if thou wouldst be most blest1-- ,the prayers for others are for self the best4 ,christ is not first if self be first in prayer2 ,he blesses most when we for others care4 ,forget thyself if thou wouldst ,christlike be1 ,praying for others1 some will pray for thee4 ,while self's own burdens are of prayer a part 8,thy kingdom come0 is prayed not from the heart4 ,pray not for light to solve thy problems right1 ,but be thyself to other souls a light4 ,god gave thee mighty strength to help the weak1 ,and yet thy prayers of thine own weakness speak2 ,god gave thee power to comfort and to teach1 ,and lift souls up to heights they strive to reach1 ,and yet thy prayers ascend to ,his white throne1 ,pleading for comfort for thyself alone2 ,thou prayest too for wisdom and release1 ,and hands to draw thee upward into peace1 ,forgetting that which ,christ would have thee know1-- ,peace comes to those who make peace here below2 ,forgetting that ,his arms shall draw thee near ,only as thine are held to others here2 ,that wisdom comes to thee each passing hour ,by teaching others what is in thy power2 ,that comfort comes by thy own word and deed1 ,which comforts others in the hour of need4 ,if thou wouldst pray for self1 ask ,god to give ,more power in prayer that other souls may live4 ,to live right is to pray and to believe ,that ,christ will hear1 and that 8thou shalt receive40 ,two gifts are thine1 if thou wouldst pray aright1-- ,peace here below1 and ,heaven's eternal light4 ,,our ,,baby4 ,when baby's soul is claimed beyond the skies1 ,and little eyes are closed in final sleep2 ,when angels hush our darling's cooing cries1 ,what words are there to comfort those who weep8 ,when broken playthings1 lying on the floor1 ,and treasured toys have all been put aside1 ,when baby wakes to play with them no more1 ,and fondest hopes that brightened life have died2 ,when dimpled hands no longer seek the face1 ,and baby lips no more shall feel the kiss2 ,when tiny feet have found their resting-place1 ,what shall be said in such an hour as this8 ,when baby's crib is idly standing near1 ,and cherished form is laid from human sight1 ,when loved ones think they even now can hear ,the little cry that woke them in the night2 ,when mother puts the baby gowns away1 ,and 'round her neck can almost seem to feel ,those clinging arms1 whose touch will with her stay1 ,what helpful thoughts can ,sympathy reveal8 ,a ,,halo4 ,no mortal can unhappy be ,who lives for other's good1 ,and takes an interest in the lives ,of happy brother-hood4 ,depression that destroys the mind ,will thereby disappear1 ,and gloom will all be swept away ,in radiant atmosphere4 ,,the ,,deserted ,,farm4 ,an unkept field1 whose grasses greet the sun1 ,and pure1 white daisies spread like fallen snow2 ,the shady nooks1 where trout brooks gaily run1 ,and1 'mong the trees1 the farm-house quaint and low4 ,like some worn soldier on the battle fields ,it stands upon the old familiar ground1 ,and to the past it's former strength it yields1 ,while naught but desolation broods around4 ',neath shutters closed the phbe builds her nest1 ,while near the eaves the little sparrows fly2 ,all undisturbed they sing their young to rest1 ,as did a mother in the years gone by4 ,the wicker gate is falling to decay1 ,the narrow paths with growing weeds abound2 ,the long1 low shed thro' which the sunbeams stray1 ,is leaning eastward to the grassy ground4 ,the barn door creaks upon it's hinges old2 ,the prop that stayed it from the winds that blow ,no more stands guard against the heat and cold-- ,the summer's rain and winter's drifts of snow4 ,the lofts1 once laden with the new mown hay1 ,no longer echo with the merry din2 ,from beam to beam1 where children loved to play1 ,the spiders many a silken cobweb spin4 ,no more the tinkle of the distant bell ,disturbs the hush of daylight's waning hours2 ,the pasture bars1 beside a covered well1 ,are twined with grape-vines and with fair wild flowers4 ,the 8,bouncing ,bet0 is growing near the gate1 ,the climbing roses bloom beside the door2 ,the brave 8,sweet ,william10 left alone to fate1 ,has struggled upward thro' the grass once more4 ,the clover blossoms1 pink and white and red1 ,fill all the balmy air with perfume sweet2 ,the honey-suckle proudly bends it's head ,close to the door-stone worn by many feet4 ,where once a maiden slied a bit of green ,within her shoe1 and there expectant stood1 ,to-day the self same 8,grandma's pride0 is seen1-- ,a little bunch of fragrant southern-wood4 ,the low-eaved porch supports the clinging vine1 ,while thro' the roof the summer rain-drops fall2 ,upon the floor a rusty hook and line1 ,a well-worn bench and silence over all4 ,a well-sweep1 overgrown with moss and mould1 ,shelters a hornet's nest within it's nook2 ,above the running waters clear and cold ,an old tin dipper hangs upon it's hook4 ,the dull-edged scythe swings idly in the sun1 ,a grindstone crumbles 'neath the maple's shade2 ,a cart-wheel and the faded coat of one ,who long ago beneath the sod was laid4 ,tho' gone the smile of each familiar face ,and merry voices break no more the calm1 ,yet ,memory sweet shall hallow all the place ,and flood with peace the old deserted farm4 ,,seed ,,thoughts4 ,the celebrated ,author pens ,his thorough thoughts from depths of mind1 ,and they are not in proper place ,until the depths of our's they find4 ,the wisest reader may perceive1 ,in writings that shall ever live1 ,a reflex of his own wise thoughts ,that to the world he did not give2 ,but to the mind of him who learns1 ,they are as seeds of knowledge brought ,that soon take root and rarefy ,into a whole great field of thought4 ,,school4 ,life is a school for all mankind1 ,where daily lessons are assigned ,and each may do his best2 ,god is the ,master who will teach ,the truths that lie within our reach ,and leave to us the rest4 ,each has his proper place at start ,and each can learn his little part ,if earnestly he tries2 ,altho' his standard may be low1 ,he surely to the head will go ,who on himself relies4 ,each has a chance among the rest ,to do his worst or do his best ,and his must be the choice1-- ,either to break the golden rule ,and cause confusion in life's school1 ,or heed the ,master's voice4 ,the discipline is not severe1 ,altho' the ,master we should fear ,to keep us from a wrong2 ,there is no need to sigh and fret1 ,or to despair1 with lashes wet1 ,because our task seems long4 ,the lessons that so oft' we spurn ,we know that some time we must learn1 ,then why should we delay8 ,he stays behind who is the dunce1 ,the wisest does his task at once ,and goes upon his way4 ,the ,master's sympathy prevails ,with him who tries altho' he fails1 ,for ,he will help not chide2 ,when rest and honors have been won ,he hears the ,master say3 8,well done10 ,and he is satisfied4 ,,the ,,graces4 ,faith1 the angel of my prayer1 ,hope1 to lighten every care1 ,love1 to lift life's heavy yoke1 ,these the graces ,i invoke2 ,but the greatest of the three ,is the last--sweet charity4 ,,sunshine4 ,the sunshine makes the flowers grow1 ,they cannot thrive in shade2 ,if naught but darkness did they know ,their brightness soon would fade4 ,our lives require the sunlight's glow1 ,they cannot thrive in gloom2 ,if naught but darkness did thy know ,bright hopes would never bloom4 ,the sunny smiles that make life bright ,and bless the passing hours1 ,will do for souls that need the light ,what sunshine does for flowers4 8,,what ,,shall ,,it ,,profit80 ,will it matter1 by and by1 ,when he calls us each by name1 ,whether you1 or whether ,i1 ,win earth's honor and earth's fame8 ,onward1 in the rush of life1 ,for the prizes of the race1 ,shall we mingle in the strife ,crowding others out of place8 ,shall we seek ,ambition's goal1 ,where the earthly treasures stay1 ,passing by some helpless soul ,who has lost the ,heavenly way8 ,if no kindness we have shown1 ,seeking to be first of all1 ,shall we gain a 8welcome home0 ,when we hear the ,master's call8 ,when life's busy day is past1 ,will ,he question you and me ,who was first1 and who was last1 ,in the worldly victory8 ,if earth's laurels we have won1 ,and ,heaven's glories are denied1 ,shall we hear the words3 8,well done10 ,and our souls be satisfied8 ,ere the prize we seek is gone1 ,and the triumph comes too late1 ,love of fame shall urge us on ,but the angels whisper3--8,wait40 ,,what ,,he ,,said4 8,come and play with me10 he said2 ,and ,i saw his curly head ,peeping thro' the fence below4 ,he was four and ,i was three ,and he beckoned unto me ,so ,i could not say him no4 8,come and live with me10 he said2 ,and ,i saw his manly head ,where the threads of silver grow4 ,he was passing forty-three ,and he pleaded long with me ,so ,i could not say him no4 ,,home ,,lights4 ,when the work of day is over1 ,and the weary hours are past1 ,home lights1 gleaming in the distance1 ,fill the soul with joy at last4 ,tho' the trials have been many1 ,and the world has proved unkind1 ,lights of home make burdens lighter ,and refresh the wearied mind4 ,some one where the lights are shining1 ,knows that you are very near2 ,some one waits to bid you welcome1 ,and invites to rest and cheer4 ,some one loves you2 all life's crosses1 ,which have seemed so hard to bear1 ,are forgiven and forgotten1 ,when you see the home lights fair4 ,some one knows that you are weary1 ,some one waits to clasp your hand2 ,some one watches near the home lights1 ,who will surely understand4 ,footsteps falter now no longer ,o'er the distant homeward way2 ,there's a message in the home lights1 ,at the close of busy day4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when the work of life is over1 ,and the weary hours are past1 ,home lights1 in ,eternal glory1 ,satisfy the soul at last4 ,tho' earth's trials have been many1 ,and the world unkind has been1 ,lights of ,home dispel life's burdens1 ,christ will bid you3--8,enter in40 ,some ,one1 where the lights are shining1 ,waits to give your soul release2 ,some ,one waits to bid you welcome1 ,you shall find both rest and peace4 ,some ,one loves you2 all life's crosses1 ,which once seemed so hard to bear1 ,are forgotten in the glory ,of the ,christ1 who greets you there4 ,some ,one knows that you are weary1 ,some ,one gently takes your hand2 ,some ,one knows your every weakness1 ,he--the ,christ--will understand4 ,footsteps falter now no longer1 ,o'er the weary earthly way2 ,there's a message in the ,home lights1 ,at the close of life's brief day4 ,thus on earth1 and thus in ,heaven1 ,gleam the distant home lights fair2 ,some one waits and some one watches1-- ,some one here and ,some ,one there4 ,blessed home lights6 ,may they ever ,shine for you and shine for me1 ,in the shadows of earth's journey ,and through all ,eternity4 ,,clouds ,,and ,,comfort4 ,tho' clouds arise1 in fairest skies1 ,and sunlight glories steal away2 ,tho' snow-flakes fall1 on roof and wall1 ,till all the world is chill and gray2 ,yet why complain8 ,the earth shall gain ,an added glory from on high1 ,for rain and snow that fall below ,will bring more sunshine by and by4 ,tho' doubts we find1 within the mind1 ,and hope and pleasure steal away2 ,tho' trials fall1 to one and all1 ,till life itself looks cold and gray2 ,yet why despair8 ,god has a care1 ,and ,he will comfort while we sigh1 ,for griefs and tears1 within the years1 ,will bring more blessings by and by4 ,,action4 ,action is the golden key ,that unlocks doors to set us free2 ,thro' which the trusting heart that sings ,shall find it's way to better things4 8,,for ,,you ,i ,,am ,,praying40 ,when the hush of early morning ,ushers in the sunbeams fair1 ,and another day is dawning1 ',tis for you1 ,i breathe a prayer4 ,somewhere--all my love confessing ,ere the busy day is here-- ,you will need the morning blessing1 ,while the angels hover near4 ,tho' ,i hear not what you're saying1 ,and ,i know not where you are1 ,yet for you ,i shall be praying1 ,while the sunbeams fade the star4 ,when the moon-beams softly stealing ,thro' my windows come to play1 ,and in robe of white ,i'm kneeling1 ',tis for you ,i fondly pray4 ,somewhere--all my love confessing ,ere ,i close my eyes in sleep-- ,you will need the evening blessing1 ,while the angels guard and keep4 ,tho' ,i may not share your pleasure1 ,and ,i may not know your care1 ,yet while ,god's great love of treasure1 ,i shall breathe your name in prayer4 ,,sincerity4 ,to self and to ,god be loyal and true1 ,fear not what others may say or may do1 ,but what at best you appear2 ,gird on your armor and stand for the right1 ,honest in purpose and earnest in might1 ,then shall your soul be sincere4 ,banish each doubt and deception and dream1 ,be the real saint that to others you seem1 ,dare to face tempters alone2 ,lift up your banner and fear not the foe1 ,valiant in service wherever you go1 ,sincerity claimeth her own4 ,,the ,,veiled ,,future4 ,a baby played beside a covered well1 ,and peeping thro' he saw the waters clear2 ,he clapped his hands1 enchanted by the spell1 ,and knew not that the ,reaper hovered near4 ,the sunlight flooded all the summer sky1 ,a little bird sang sweetly from her nest2 ,while troubled waters hushed his piteous cry ,the baby soul had found it's perfect rest4 ,a woman stood among the flowers fair ,and 'neath her bridal veil she blushed unseen2 ,she said3 8,i will10 and breathed a silent prayer ,and knew not that a shadow fell between4 ,an angel led her from the sacred place ,and whispered of another's priceless love2 ,while smiles yet lingered on her happy face ,the bride's pure soul had found it's joy above4 ,a manly figure near an altar stood ,to consecrate his life to ,god on high2 ,he thought the future promised every good ,and knew not that his summons sounded nigh4 ,the ,sabbath sunshine bathed his cheek and brow1 ,and ,hope deferred1 now triumphed from his eyes2 ,while thrilled his soul with an unspoken vow ',twas called to nobler work in ,paradise4 ,when skies are brightest threatening clouds appear1 ,thro' deepening shades the welcome sunlight steals2 ,when hearts are happiest sorrows hover near ',tis well for us that ,god the future shields4 ,,labor ,,of ,,love4 ,he planted a tree1 on the old home land1 ,where the summer sunlight stayed1 ,tho' he knew full well he should never stand ',neath it's fruit and pleasing shade4 ,he penciled a book1 in his life's last year1 ,when the inspiration came1 ,tho' he knew his heart it could never cheer ,with it's gold and certain fame4 ,but the leaves of his tree grew1 day by day1 ,while it's fruit the hungry fed2 ,and the fruit of his book will ever stay ,while it's leaves are daily read4 ,,do ,,your ,,best4 ,make the best of life to-day-- ,take what ,god has given2 ,do not falter on the way-- ,each step leads to ,heaven4 ,tho' the journey may be long1 ,and the way be weary1 ,make it shorter with a song-- ,days will seem less dreary4 ,let the sunshine fill your heart-- ,all it's shadows hiding2 ,do your humble little part-- ,leave to ,god the guiding4 ,do not soar to highest things ',till you have a reason2 ,he will give the soul it's wings ,in his own good season4 ,little robins in the nest-- ,ere their wings are stronger-- ,learn too late that it is best ,to keep patient longer4 ,if you cannot do to-day ,what you hope and plan1 ,god will show a better way1-- ,do the best you can4 ,,immortality4 ,to live and learn1 to die and to forget1 ,to be forgotten in the by and by2 ,if this is all1 why need we linger yet ,to do our little part1 or even try8 ,but is this all8 ,we learn and we forget1 ,and are forgotten1 on this earth below2 ,we live1 we die1 then1 freed from vain regret1 ,we live again1 and greater wisdom know4 ,,in ,,the ,,hall4 ,in the brilliant hall ,i waited1 ',mong the merry moving throng2 ,and ,i thought he was belated1 ,for it seemed ,i waited long4 ,music mingled with the laughter1 ,like a hush from ,dreamland sent2 ,and the dancers followed after1 ,while the moments came and went4 ,manly faces smiled a greeting1 ,tender glances woke love's song2 ,but my heart tho' wildly beating1 ,to one only did belong4 ,soon he touched me on the shoulder1 ,while his head to mine he bent2 ,and tho' other looks grew colder1 ,yet my soul was quite content4 ,,at ,,night4 ,at night when all the world is still1 ,and stars in glory shine1 ,there comes to earth a whisper sweet ,of peace and love divine4 ,and gazing upward to the sky1 ,where million lights appear1 ,we seem to see the heaven beyond1 ,and feel that ,christ is near4 ,the weary day is past and gone1 ,the angels sing again ,of glory to the ,god on high ,and 8,peace1 good will toward men40 ,we seem to hear beyond the night ,the music soft and sweet2 ,and laying all our burdens down1 ,we rest at ,jesus' feet4 ,our trusting hearts and hope of heaven ,have banished doubt and care1 ,and ,christ is waiting to forgive1-- ,to answer every prayer4 ,this love immortal is our guide1 ,and shorter seems the way2 ,beyond the stars and night of earth ,is home and endless day4 ,,only4 ,by courtesy of ,ladies' ,world1 ,new ,york ,city4 ,it was only a gleam of sunshine ,after a day of gloom1 ,yet it brought it's warmth and blessing ,to a dreary1 darkened room4 ,it was only a strain of music ,wafted upon the air1 ,yet a heart caught up it's meaning1 ,till ,peace was a sovereign there4 ,it was only a smile of welcome ,and a loving clasp of the hand1 ,yet it made the world an ,eden ,to one who could understand4 ,it was only a word1 low spoken1 ,to a spirit burden cast1 ,yet the angels sang3 8,good tidings10 ,for it saved a soul at last4 ,,the ,,holy ,,dream4 ,his reverend head was bowed upon his hands2 ,when in the lamp-light1 thro' his study door1 ,sleep's angel came1 who wisely understands ,how burdened hearts can be revived once more4 ,the day1 with all it's quiet hours1 was past2 ,the sermon1 that his weary brain prepared1 ,had1 with a hopeful heart1 been preached at last1 ,and yet it seemed that not one listener cared4 ,life's crosses looked too great for him to bear1 ,and ,hope was crushed beneath his spirit's weight2 ,his soul1 at last1 had yielded to despair ,and prayed for freedom1 ere it was too late4 ,the answer came1 but not as he had prayed1-- ,life conquered death and sleep had mastered all2 ,like some fond mother gently now she stayed ,to soothe1 and bless1 and wake him at her call4 ,sleeping he dreamed that1 on her heavenly way1 ,the angel ,death had listened to his prayer1 ,and led him upward to the endless day1 ,beyond the valley known as ,heart's ,despair4 ,above1 the gates of ,heaven were swinging wide1 ,and he beheld the ,city of the ,king2 ,his angel friends were standing close beside1 ,who1 near the throne1 the songs of ,zion sing2 ,and1 as he looked1 a chariot of gold ,was passing o'er the pavement pearly-laid2 ,a gleam of heavenly light he could behold ,whose radiance warmed his soul and with him stayed4 8,who passes80 cried he2 8,tell his honored name1 ,and whither will the golden chariot go80 8,to all the world10 the answer sweetly came2-- 8',tis ,christ1 the ,king of ,heaven and earth below40 ,then1 in the brightness of that blessed light1 ,he followed on1 with never-tiring speed2 ,the chariot wheels he ever kept in sight1-- ,for strength was given1 in the hour of need4 ,the chariot stopped1 beside a crystal stream1 ,and ,christ1 descending1 loosed the reins of gold2 ,then1 gazing downward past the heavenly gleam1 8,here lies the earth10 said he2 8,come and behold60 ,the follower came1 as comes the wandering dove1 ,when seeking shelter from the storms of night2 ,and as he looked from that great height above1 ,he saw below a strange and sickening sight2-- ,the earth was there1 like some great marshy tract1 ,with crowds1 like blind men1 wandering to and fro2 ,some struggling upward1 others falling back1 ,and crying out3 8,we know not where to go60 ,he saw among them many of his own ,to whom he preached the word of ,god each year2 ,there stood the little chapel1 built of stone1 ,where once he grieved1 because some would not hear4 ,the darkness came2 he heard their piteous cry1-- ,weeping and moaning sounded thro' the air1 ,as1 one by one1 they lost 8the way0 near by ,and souls were yielding to a death's despair4 ,he saw it all as never seen before1-- ,his eyes were opened1 now he could not stay2 ,standing with ,christ his spirit did implore3-- 8,o send me back that ,i may point the way60 99 99 99 99 99 ,dreaming1 he woke2 the lamp was burning dim1-- ,the moon-beams thro' the casement softly crept2 ,a revelation had been made to him ,which changed his heart1 the while he sweetly slept4 ,despair departed1 love for life-work came2 ,the holy dream had made the man more wise4 ,he knelt to breathe a prayer in ,jesus' name1 ,while angels sang in peaceful ,paradise4 ,,harmony ,,and ,,heaven4 ,our souls are made of harmony ,to sing and live forever2 ,for ,harmony and ,heaven are one ,where discord soundeth never4 ,,the ,,dandelion4 ,one day1 in spring1 ,i took a walk ,and spied1 within a field of green1 ,a slender dandelion stock1 ,upon whose top a flower was seen4 ,soon after1 passing by the place1 ,i noticed that the flower of gold1 ,whose stiffened stalk had lost it's grace1 ,was turning gray and growing old4 ,to-day1 upon the self same ground1 ,i see a stalk undecked and spare2 ,the flower that once was golden-crowned1 ,has lost it's gray--it's head is bare4 ,how like a child is this gay flower1 ,with golden hair and graceful mien1 ,which comes to brighten many an hour ,and add a charm to dullest scene6 ,but soon the golden turns to gray ,and middle life comes on apace2 ,the gray then hurries on its way1 ,and old age comes to take it's place4 ,,lives ,,and ,,leaves4 ,our lives are like the leaves ,that waken to the sun2 ,some fall from airy heights ,ere ,youth has scarce begun2 ,and some are tempest tost1 ,by an opposing power1 ,and driven blindly on ,with every passing hour4 ,some cling to their support1 ,in darkness and in light1 ,and grow from day to day ,more perfect1 strong1 and bright4 ,god grant that lives and leaves1 ,when sunny days are past1 ,may find1 from adverse winds1 ,a resting-place at last4 ,,to-,,day4 ',tis not so hard to do what ,god desires1 ,if1 while we trust and labor on and pray1 ,we look not back upon a ,past decried1 ,nor forward to a ,future yet untried1 ,but do what ,conscience prompts and soul requires1 ,and live within the hours which make to-day4 ,the ,past is gone4 ,the failure and the wrong ,we cannot expiate by vain regret2 ,forgiven have they been1 and if to-day ,we wish to live more nearly as we pray1 ,we must awake a grander1 sweeter song ,within those hours which have been given yet4 ,while pondering o'er the failures of the then1 ,we make a failure of the now and here2 ,for life to-day shall lose it's sunshine bright ,if it recalls the shadows of last night4 ,while past mistakes possess the minds of men ,the heart itself will have no power to cheer4 ,to-day we breathe1 we move1 we speak1 we live1 ,to-morrow's sun for us may never rise4 ,all that we do1 or hope to do1 or say1 ,must be confined within our short to-day1 ,and all the blessings that our life can give ,must be out-poured before the daylight dies4 ,as we shall hope for nobler1 higher things1 ,while up life's mount we seek the ,heavenly way ,we must not measure1 lest we may despair1 ,the height to be yet gained by work and prayer2 ,but like the lark1 who soars and yet who sings1 ,make most of time ,god gives in our to-day4 ,if future plans awaken thought and mind1 ,and we shall say3--8,some day1 some hour1 not yet10 ,we rob the now of that divine reward ,which follows duty1 given us by ,god1 ,and in to-day no pleasure shall we find2 ,and thus to-day becomes a past regret4 ,there falls upon us yet the morning light1 ,and if to-day we gladly do our best1 ,our life itself will be most pure and sweet1 ,for the to-days make up the life complete4 ,the 8little things0 are pleasing in ,god's sight1 ,and humble duties nobly done bring rest4 ,then1 ,soul1 awaken from thy drowsy sleep6 ,dream not of past nor yet of future days1 ,but rouse thyself to-day to grander things4 ,the smile1 the word1 the loving deed take wings ,to bear thy soul and others up the steep1 ,where ,life ,eternal sings its endless praise4 ,,darkness ,,and ,,daylight4 ,when shadows fall1 and earth is gray1 ,life seems less grand1 the heart less gay2 ,the things that vexed in morning light1 ,have grown to sorrows in the night4 ,when morning dawns1 and earth is bright1 ,life seems so grand1 the heart so gay1 ,that ,sorrows1 nursed all thro' the night1 ,wakened by ,wisdom1 fly away4 ,,within ,,the ,,gates4 ,live not for self1 ,but live for ,god2 ,expect on earth ,no great reward4 ,when life is o'er1 ,thy ,self shall stand ,within the gates ,of ,promised ,land4 ,,over-,,sight4 ,earth is not filled with sunshine bright-- ,the rain-drops sometimes fall2 ,and buds that might have seen the light ,may blight at tempest's call4 ,life is not filled with sunshine bright-- ,the tear-drops sometimes fall2 ,and hopes that might have seen the light ,may blight at sorrow's call4 ,but ,god1 who sends the rain and tears ,and knows what things are best1 ,will also send the faith that cheers ,and guides us to our rest4 ,,going ,,home4 8,i am going home10 she whispered1-- 8,home to mamma and the rest2 ,so ,i'll put away my playthings1 ,for ,i think that home is best4 ,mamma will be there to meet me1 ,and ,i'll sit on papa's knee2 ,all the others will be waiting ,with a kiss for little me4 ,look6 it's getting dark already1 ,but there's nothing much to fear1 ,for it only takes a minute1-- ,home1 you know1 is very near40 ,so she put away her playthings1 ,while they smoothed her golden curls1 ,and she sweetly smiled in parting ,to the little boys and girls4 99 99 99 99 99 8,i am going ,home10 she whispered1-- 8,home to ,jesus and to rest2 ,so ,i'll put away my burdens1 ,for ,i think that ,home is best4 ,loved ones will be there to greet me1 ,i shall see and know them all2 ,there will be a glorious welcome ,for the little me grown tall4 ,look6 the night is quickly coming1 ,but there's nothing ,i can fear1 ,for it only takes a moment1-- ,home1 you know1 is very near40 ,so she put away life's burdens1 ,while they smoothed her silvery hair1 ,and she sweetly smiled in parting ,for she found her ,saviour there4 ,,the ,,gardener4 ,he who shall sow the little seeds1 ,must wait for them to grow2 ,some day when he a solace needs ,the pure1 sweet flowers will blow4 ,when wintry storms their peace shall take1 ,and they are lost from sight1 ,these little seeds once more will wake1 ,to ,heaven's eternal light4 ,,at ,,york4 ,the moon-light falls upon the sea1 ,and leaves a path of glory2 ,the waves creep high upon the shore1 ,and roll the shining pebbles o'er2 ,then1 running back in noisy play ,to meet the ever-dashing spray1 ,like loyal lovers1 gay and free1 ,repeat the same sweet story4 ,the light-house1 on the lonely isle1 ,where shadows now are creeping1 ,like sentinel1 so true and brave1 ,stands forth to stay each coming wave2 ,in raging storm as well as calm ,this stalwart giant fears no harm1 ,and thro' the night keeps watch the while ,the fisher folk are sleeping4 ,a little boat now comes to view1 ,and1 in the path of splendor1 ,it seems to drift with idle oar1 ,to distant moon and unknown shore1-- ,till human vision1 at its best1 ,can scarce discern1 on ocean's crest1 ,that tiny speck that rocks the two ,to love dreams new and tender4 ,the stars are peeping from the blue1 ,the 8milky way0 revealing2 ,a row of houses1 on the sand1 ,like line of fronted soldiers stand2 ,how dimly1 thro' the deepening night1 ,the cottage candle throws its light1 ,while breezes blow the curtains through-- ,a glimpse of home life stealing6 ,some faint reflections on the deep ,and to wet sands are creeping2 ,while1 from the light within the tower ,whose steady glare reveals its power1 ,a path of red on land and sea1 ,where waves make sweetest melody1 ,reflects and soothes the mermaid's sleep ,its hourly night watch keeping4 ,o beauteous evening6 ,peace above1 ,o'er sea and shore is falling2 ,on such a calm and glorious night ,the human heart is nearer right2 ,god seems so great1 and ,heaven so fair1 ,that man and earth can not compare2 ,on night like this1 the souls that love ,are roused to higher calling4 ,,peace4 ,when we ask the reason why1 ,and we question3 8,is it right80 ,when we search for hidden truths1 ,praying for the needed light2 ,when our way looks long and lone1 ,and the sky seems dark o'erhead2 ,when our blessings all are gone1 ,and the sorrows come instead2 ,then1 like sunlight thro' the gloom1 ,comes the peace for which we prayed3-- 8,let not your heart be troubled1 ,neither let it be afraid40 ,,she ,,sleeps4 8,she sleeps10 they said2 ,with noiseless tread ,they pass their way2 ,she will awake1 ,at morning break1 ,in endless day4 8,she sleeps10 they said2 ,some tears are shed ,from loving eyes2 ,to-day she sings1 ,with ,king of kings1 ,in ,paradise4 ,one stands apart1 ,with breaking heart1 ,from all the rest2 ,his grief appears ,too great for tears1-- ,to weep were best4 8,she sleeps10 they said ,around her head ,the sunbeams play2 ,when all are gone ,one lingers long ,who wills to stay4 ,he calls her name ,and loves the same ,as when in life2 ,with paling cheek ,he bids her speak1-- ,his promised wife4 ,alone are they2 ,what can he say ,that she may hear8 ,he takes her hand1-- ,she'll understand ,when he is near4 ,he sees the smile ,and waits awhile ,with bated breath2 ,but lips speak not ,her loving thought1 ,whose seal is death4 ,around her face1 ,in girlish grace1 ,falls silken hair2 ,her dear eyes close ,yet well he knows ,the soul light there4 ,his own is she2 ,on bended knee ,once more he prays3-- 8,dear ,father give1 ,while ,i shall live1 ,strength for my days2 ,help me to be ,as pure as she2 ,and then at last ,unite us two ,in ,heaven1 with ,you1 ,when life is past40 ,,affluence4 ,if you want both fame and money ,you will do just as you can2 ,if you do not care for either ,you can do just as you will2 ,and1 among the moving masses1 ,he will be the wisest man ,who adopts these words of counsel ,that shall help him up life's hill4 ,if you wish to be to-morrow ,what you cannot be to-day1 ,you must make the most of moments ,while to-day is passing by2 ,if you would do in the future ,what you really wish and pray1 ,do at present what you can do ,and be happy while you try4 ,should you lose both fame and money ,you will prosper all the more1-- ,for you'll have an education ,that shall loose you from your chains ,and enable you to master ,what you could not learn before1-- ,how to utilize resources ,and rely upon your brains4 ,,christ ,,divine4 ,never can ,i forget ,thee1 ,christ divine1 ,never grow weary of this love of ,thine1 ,never deny ,thee1 from ,thee turn away1 ,nor cease to love ,thee every passing day4 ,when storms of life are threatening very near1 ,thy voice1 dear ,saviour1 let me ever hear2 ,and when my sky is very clear and bright ,be ,thou my sun1 my never-failing light4 ,while ,i shall live1 be ,thou a life for me1 ,and when ,i die1 my resurrection be4 ,when ,i shall enter ,heavenly mansions fair1 ,be ,thou the first to meet and greet me there4 ,while1 thro' the endless years of which ,i dream1 ,i touch the golden harp1 be ,thou my theme1 ,on earth1 in ,heaven1 forevermore be mine1-- ,my first1 my last1 my only ,christ divine4 ,,in ,,after ,,years4 ,out in the grassy meadow1 ,as the light begins to fade1 ,to-day ,i sit in shadow1 ,where in childhood hours ,i played4 ,the old stone1 'neath the maple1 ,the brooklet1 beside the wall1 ,are just as dear as ever ,to this little girl grown tall4 ,the tinkle of bell1 in pasture1 ,the glow of the sunset light1 ,bring back those other twilights ,when ,i drove the cows at night4 ,the whip-poor-will's loud singing1 ,in his leafy bower on high1 ,recalls the times ,i answered ,and my echo made reply4 ,i hear another calling1 ,in the branches overhead1 ,for years they have been many ,and the young must sing instead4 ,adown the little pathway ,that leads to pasture bars1 ,i see the grasses growing1 ,where the footprints numbered stars4 ,in place of dear old homestead ,is ruin and heap of stone2 ,and tears are dimming vision1 ,as ,i think and gaze alone4 ,the same old tree is standing1 ,where it towered years before1 ,with branches reaching outward1 ,to the low-eaved porch and door4 ,a hush is stealing o'er me1 ,like the quiet of the night2 ,i can but breathe a blessing ,for the dear ones gone from sight4 ,tho' feeble steps are silenced1 ,and the smiles no more ,i see1 ,yet there1 where ,home remaineth1 ,they will wait to welcome me4 ,alone6 and yet in dreaming ,i can live and love once more ,the days of happy childhood1 ,in the sunshine gone before4 ,and tho' my light is fading ,and the night must come ,i know1 ,yet the sunbeams will be stealing ,thro' the rifts of long ago4 ,,faith4 ,faith is needed every day1-- ,faith to work and faith to pray2 ,faith to learn and faith to teach1 ,faith to practice1 faith to preach2 ,faith to love and faith to charm1 ,faith to quicken1 faith to calm2 ,faith to bless and faith to chide1 ,faith to follow1 faith to guide2 ,faith to prove and faith to know1 ,faith to stay and faith to go2 ,faith to urge and faith to keep1 ,faith to waken1 faith to sleep2 ,faith to do and faith to dare1 ,faith to bear and faith to share2 ,faith to bind and faith to break1 ,faith to give and faith to take2 ,faith to stand and faith to yield1 ,faith to heal1 faith to be healed1 ,faith to pardon1 faith to seek1 ,faith to listen1 faith to speak2 ,faith to wait and faith to try1 ,faith to live and faith to die4 ,,united ,,effort4 ,working unaided1 striving alone1 ,effort is fruitless and triumph unknown2 ,single endeavor1 battling with sin1 ,loses the laurels union can win4 ,working together1 trusting in ,god1 ,effort united will merit reward2 ,pledging allegiance triumph is sure1 ,union is mighty1 strength will endure4 ,under our motto forces unite1 ,fearless and loyal they pledge for the ,right4 ,onward to victory1 summon the rest6 ,christ is our ,leader1 ,union is best4 ,,my ,,soul4 ,my soul is filled with music ,like the music of the sea2 ,and it takes both storm and sunshine ,to awake it's melody4 ,my soul is often tempted1 ,but from ,god it ne'er can part ,while the heavens shall bend above me ,and the ,muses touch my heart4 ,,the ,,text4 ,the song may be the sweetest1 ,and the story be the best1 ,the sermon most effectual1 ,and the poem well expressed2 ,but the text1 it's inspiration1 ,that the mind retains when heard1 ,may be a line at longest ,or perhaps a single word4 ,,ethel4 ,in ,memoriam4 ,before the little feet had weary grown ,with toiling up life's path from day to day1 ,the ,master sent an angel from ,his home ,to show our baby girl the nearer way4 ,before the tiny hands were clasped in prayer1 ,to ask of ,him--as often seemeth best-- ,to lighten burdens sometimes hard to bear1 ,those hands were folded in eternal rest4 ,before the baby eyes1 so blue and bright1 ,had o'er life's lessons oft' been known to weep1 ,the ,saviour filled them with a ,heavenly light1 ,and closed them1 for a little while1 in sleep4 ,before the little heart could know a sadness1 ,such as is ours who wait with falling tears1 ,he stilled its pulsing--hushed it into gladness-- ,no griefs to bear thro' all the coming years4 ,before the baby soul had known a wrong1 ,or tempted been by sins earth below1 ',twas winged to ,heaven1 by angels' sweetest song1 ,pure and unspotted as the drifted snow4 ,home to our ,master in that ,land above1 ,never to know a heart-ache nor a care2 ,would we recall her1 whom we truly love1 ,to earthly home from ,home ,eternal there8 ,home to our ,father in that ,land of ,light1 ,where angels guard her while we watch and pray1 ,where we shall meet her if we live aright1-- ,for ,home with ,jesus is not far away2 ,and when1 some day1 we hear our ,saviour's voice1 ,we'll breathe to ,him above a thankful prayer1 ,and hearts1 once filled with sorrow1 will rejoice ,that those we love are waiting for us there2 ,and when ,heaven's gracious gate is opened wide ,to show1 to gladdened souls1 ,eternal ,day1 ,a child1 with sunny hair1 will stand beside1 ,to sing a welcome and to lead the way4 ,not long we wait1--our baby goes before1 ,spared from the sorrows which life here doth give1-- ,happy with ,jesus on that ,heavenly ,shore1 ,where those ,he loves forevermore may live4 ,thro' patient toil we'll reach that ,better ,land ,where now our darling finds her sweetest rest1 ,and then ,i think that we shall understand1-- ,and say1 with happy hearts1 that ,god knows best4 ,,love',s ,,roses4 ,when love 'woke from slumber1 ,at the dawn of day1 ,roses without number ,bloomed upon his way2 ,but when noonday splendor ,with her sunlight stayed1 ,roses1 young and tender1 ,soon began to fade4 ,when the night winds sighing ',round ,love's portals play1 ,rose leaves1 crushed and dying1 ,soon will blow away4 ,,influence4 ,the whole vast pyramid1 ,humanity1 ,is built on ,influence1 an unseen power1 ,whose great foundation stone is laid at start1 ,upon which rises day by day a part2 ,until the whole1 imperfect though complete1 ,awaits the ,judge at close of life's brief hour4 ,like swallows who have found a summer sun1 ,and frozen buds which wake to springtime light1 ,so starved ,humanity1 which seeks awhile ,the warmth and light of earth's most friendly smile1 ,bursts into fuller life and glories new ,by strength of influence daily used aright4 ,as song of bird invites to melody ,some other soaring songster of the air1 ,until a chorus1 wakened far and near1 ,fills quiet hour with music and with cheer1 ,so playful ,zephyr may olus wake ,to scatter clouds and make the earth more fair4 ,as raindrop falling to a fainting field ,may summon forth a sweet1 refreshing shower1 ,so little words may speed on loving wings1 ,till earth awakes and all the glad world sings2 ,till fainting hearts revive and souls are saved1 ,by needed influence of cheer and power4 ,if life with ,socrates could make man wise1 ,if ,aristides could make mortal just1 ,then life with ,christ can make a ,christlike man1 ,who lives1 reflecting ,christ1 as best he can2 ,whose nature is o'ertaken1 sanctified1 ,whose influence ensures a sacred trust4 ,the spell of ,christ-life1 deepening o'er the soul1 ,refines and softens conduct1 speech1 and mind2 ,and what men think1 and feel1 and do1 and say1 ,will make the earth less hopeful or more gay1-- ,will show a daring demon to the world1 ,or prove the loving ,god to mortal-kind4 ,,lift ,,up ,,thy ,,heart4 ,lift up thy heart1 ,the day is bright1 ,there is no need of sighing2 ,do well thy part1 ,ere falls the night1 ,be happy in the trying4 ,fear not the way1 ,god knows it all1 ,his love is ever guiding2 ,be true to-day1 ,and hear ,his call1 ,in faith and works abiding4 ,look not before1 ,nor yet behind1 ,the present is thy blessing2 ,doubt ,him no more1 ,but gladness find1 ,his gracious gifts confessing4 ,lift up thy heart1 ,and like a ,king ,rule o'er it1 faithless never2 ,do well thy part1 ,till earth shall sing1 ,and ,heaven be thine forever4 ,,two ,,paths4 ,when eastern skies are bathed in mists of gray1 ,and all the heralds of the night are gone1 ,i watch two shadows1 moving o'er the way1 ,beyond the dim1 uncertain light of morn4 ,adown the years they come1 like fleeting dreams1-- ,no sound disturbs the hush of daylight fair1 ,save song of bird1 or many murmuring streams1 ,like sweetest music filling all the air4 ,near1 and yet nearer1 till each sunlight ray ,reveals no shadows1 as they onward glide1 ,but two young friends1 upon life's unknown way1 ,eager to journey o'er a path untried4 ,youth knows no fear2 the day is near at hand ,and ,mother ,earth breathes forth a welcome sweet2 ,thus do they wander o'er the sun-lit land ,until they come to where the two paths meet4 ,they pause a moment1 in their eager flight1 ,uncertain which to take upon the way2 ,but choose the path now filled with morning light ,where flowers bloom and gentle zephyrs play4 ,now ,pleasure points the way to paths unknown1 ,the prospect brightens1 as new scenes appear2-- ,the world invites them1--they are not alone1 ,but join a moving throng1 who know no fear4 ,to one1 a still voice comes1--a breath1 a prayer1 ,breathed by a brother1 in life's changing day2 ,and1 gazing up1 he leaves the valley fair ,to seek that other path1--the surer way4 ,he climbs the height2 the vale beneath him lies1 ,and angels guide his faltering steps aright2 ,to gain the summit manfully he tries1-- ,above he sees the day's eternal light2 ,but looking downward1 to the valley fair1 ,where1 in youth's morn1 his weary feet have trod1 ,he sees his fellow traveler lingering there ,and1 in his strength1 he leads him up to ,god4 ,happy is he who finds the heavenly way ,and lends to doubting souls a helping hand2 ,god's light directs him1 step by step1 each day1-- ,god's glory waits him in the ,promised ,land4 ,,steadfastness4 ,we never know what we can do1 ,until we try2 ,he who accomplishes the least1 ,stands idly by2 ,while he who makes the most of life1 ,keeps plodding on1 ,and earns at least his perfect rest ,when strength is gone4 ,we never know what we can do1 ,until we dare2 ,he who would gain the victor's place1 ,must not despair2 ,for tho' life's burdens seem too great1 ,the way too long1 ,he will succeed who conquers doubt ,by prayer and song4 ,,volume ,,one4 ,how beautiful is youth that grandly gleams ,with bright illusions and aspiring dreams6 ,book of beginnings1 such as ,fiction paints1 ,with model heroines and hero saints4 ,each precious page with expectation teems1 ,filling the mind as rain-drops fill the streams2 ,sweet and refreshing as the summer shower ,and adding charms to every passing hour4 ,each coming chapter with a new hope beams1 ,but how 'twill end the wisest little dreams2 ,and when1 at last1 the book of ,youth is done ,a less romantic sequel is begun4 ,,happiness-,,killers4 ,we are crossing little bridges ,that we never reach at all2 ,we are climbing mighty mountains ,that are not upon our way2 ,we are looking for a twilight ,while the morning sunbeams fall1 ,and the troubled thoughts of future ,take the gladness from to-day4 ,we are losing ,nature's glories1 ,which are meant for us to see2 ,we are finding weeds and grasses ,where the pretty flowers grow2 ,we are looking for the storm clouds ,which perchance may never be1 ,and we quite forget the sunshine ,which to-day is ours below4 ,we are filling life's brief season ,full of worry and regret1 ,and the thoughts of past and future ,rob the present of its best2 ,and the happiness of others ,we perchance do oft forget4 ,past regret and future worry ,banish peace and conquer rest4 ,life is ours6 ,the day is passing1 ,and the ,present is our all2 ,past has gone1 and future cometh ,in the moments one by one4 ,if to-day we do our duty1 ,love the ,saviour1 hear ,his call1 ,earth will bless and ,heaven receive us1 ,and ,his words will be3 8,well done40 ,,recompense4 ,not he who sins1 but he who does ,god's will ,finds1 in life's cup1 some added sorrows still2 ,not he who soars to heights of rank and fame1 ,but he who climbs1 is he who bears ,christ's name2 ,not he who wins1 but he who daily tries ,shall best deserve the joys of ,paradise4 ,,why8 ,why do ,i love thee and how do ,i know ,that thou art the dearest of all to me8 ,why do the moments1 wherever ,i go1 ,seem brighter and better because of thee8 ,why1 mid the work of the long1 weary day1 ,are burdens of life more easy to bear8 ,why pause ,i so often1 upon life's way1 ,to ask ,god's blessing for thee in prayer8 ,why does my soul1 once so tempted and sad1 ,awaken to thoughts both noble and pure8 ,why does the loving thee make my heart glad1-- ,god seem the nearer and ,heaven the more sure8 ,why1 in my dreaming1 thy voice do ,i hear1 ,thy face do ,i see1 and feel thy caress8 ,why1 dreaming or waking1 seemeth thou near1 ,to soothe1 to comfort1 to help and to bless8 ,i pass others by1 in the crowded street1 ,whose faces1 it may be1 are fair as thine1 ,yet thine1 thine only1 to me is most sweet1-- ,thou only canst waken this love of mine4 ,another's low word and sweet1 winning smile1 ,tho' sought by many1 when given to me ,i dare to confess can charm for awhile1 ,but love meaneth more and ,i love but thee4 ,i hear other voices1 see other smiles1 ,but hearing and seeing bringeth unrest2 ,laughter and music the evening beguiles1-- ,thy voice and thy smile for me are the best4 ,why do ,i love thee8 ,ask ,god why he gave ,to thee1 and thee only1 that power divine ,my heart to touch and my soul to save1 ,and then ,i can answer why thou art mine4 ,why do ,i love thee8 ,ask ,god to reveal ,why ,he hath made thee so unlike the rest2-- ,true and unselfish1 perchance thou mayest feel ,that ,i have good reason for loving thee best4 ,art thou the dearest one8 ,love can but show ,that thou art the dearest1 ideal of mine2 ,knowing1 ,i love thee2 and loving1 ,i know2 ,to know and to love are the gifts divine4 ,,class ,,ode1--#ahhe4 ,we sail far out to sunset's light beyond1 ,on ,life's most restless and most fitful deep2 ,where tempests rage and storms do oft abound1 ,and waves and billows care not long to sleep4 ,in ,ocean's lap most priceless pearls we've found1 ,and gathered them as onward we have passed2 ,we deemed the work but pleasure and reward1 ,rare treasures that in years to come would last4 ,life's dark blue waters cannot be recrossed ,o'er which we passed so joyfully each day2 ,for youth and pleasure can not always last1 ,and ,duty bids us hasten on our way4 ,we know that here our voyage together ends ,and each alone must earn his own reward2 ,but through the storms and sunny days alike ,we shall be guided by the hand of ,god4 ,to-day we all must bid a fond farewell2 ,we know henceforth our lives apart must be1 ,until we cross the deep that lies before1 ,to be no longer tossed on life's rough sea4 ,and when beyond the ever-changing waves ,we anchor on that shining ,heavenly shore1 ,may we1 who linger now to say3 8,farewell10 ,united stand to part again no more4 ,,two ,,sides4 ,the clouds that float above ,each have two separate sides1-- ,one toward the earth below1 ,the other toward the sun2 ,and when we see our lives1 ,which ,god in goodness guides1 ,upon the darker side ,he sees the brighter one4 ,some day we shall behold ,the side that ,he can see1 ,and we shall praise ,his name ,for blessings that are ours2 ,till clouds shall all disperse1 ,and life shall grander be1-- ,refreshed like mother earth ,when sunshine follows showers4 ,,the ,,changing ,,current4 ,a river runs upon its way ,thro' fertile fields and meadows gay2-- ,among the sweetly-scented bowers1 ,and where the sunlight soothes the flowers4 ,it dances merrily along ,and sings sweet ,solitude a song2 ,but ere it meets the distant shore1 ,its current changes more and more2 ,the stones that in its course now lie ,it must rush over or pass by2 ,and while it meets them one by one ,dark clouds obscure the shining sun2 ,the sparkling waters lose their charm1 ,no more to frolic free from harm2 ,for threatening storm has come at last1-- ,the river rushes madly past ,thro' cities and thro' distant towns1 ,as tho' it would escape its bounds2 ,but storm will cease and mists will clear ,till hidden sun shall reappear1 ,and that same river1 calm and free1 ,shall flow in fullness to the sea4 ,thus runs the current of my life ,thro' sun and shade1 in calm and strife2 ,at first among the flowers gay ,it sparkles freely on its way2 ,but while it sings its happy song1 ,and glides so peacefully along1 ,the obstacles and clouds appear ,to hinder and deprive of cheer4 ,when all the barriers have been passed1 ,and threatening storms have ceased at last1 ,my life1 more full1 and calm1 and free1 ,shall end it's course beyond the ,sea4 ,,sleep4 ,when sunset light has faded from our sight1 ,and darkness comes to tell us of the night1 ,we sleep1 refreshed from earthly care and sorrow1 ,to waken to another hopeful morrow4 ,when sun and stars shall no more please our sight1 ,and darkness comes to tell us of the night1 ,we sleep1 unmindful of earth's joy and sorrow1 ,to waken to a never-ending morrow4 ,,life',s ,,day4 ,when the morn has breathed her story1 ,and the noon of life is past1 ,when the sunset's deepening glory ,fills the waiting soul at last2 ,then1 like sweetest music falling ,thro' the splendors of the ,west1 ,we shall hear the angels calling ,to a blest1 eternal rest4 ,when the day in silence sleeping1 ,shows that earthly light has fled1 ,when the heart has ceased it's weeping ,and the final prayer is said2 ,then beyond life's great endeavor1 ,in the stillness of the night1 ,we shall wake to live forever ,and shall know ,god's plans are right4 ,a ,,poet4 ,a poet took in hand his mighty pen ,to move the hearts of lyric-loving men4 ,he wrote of prayer1 not knowing how to pray2 ,he wrote of ,heaven1 not having found the way2 ,he wrote of fame1 not having reached the goal ,where fame's great treasure thrills the seeking soul2 ,he wrote of ,art1 and then of ,nature sweet1 ,while ,nature's flowers were crushed beneath his feet2 ,he wrote of life1 and human love below1 ,the power of which he did not1 could not know4 ,at last1 grown weary of his every theme1 ,a thought aroused him from his restless dream2 ,he seized his pen1--the inspiration grew ,to tell of things he really felt and knew3 ,he wrote of 8mother0 and his 8childhood days20 ,then high and low began to sing his praise4 ,,thanksgiving4 ,not because ,thou givest me ,life from care and sorrow free ,do ,i thank ,thee1 ,lord1 to-day2 ,but because in life's dark hour1 ,thou hast given peace and power ,to sustain me on the way4 ,not for gift of wealth or fame ,do ,i praise ,thy kingly name ,kneeling now with grateful heart2 ,but for home1 for friends1 and health1-- ,greater gifts than fame or wealth1 ,blessings of my life a part4 ,not because the earth is bright ,with a wealth of joy and light ,do ,i thank ,thee1 ,lord ,divine2 ,but because in ,home above ,life eternal speaks ,thy love ,and the hope of ,heaven is mine4 ,,musings4 ,upon the shining sands a man once strolled2 ,and1 looking out across the silvery sea1 ,he saw the waste of waters1 blue and cold1 ,where restless waves were climbing high and free4 ,he paused awhile to watch the changing tide2 ,but1 tiring of the noise and sunlight's glare1 ,he sought a hidden path1 and turned aside1 ,where sweet wild roses scent the balmy air4 ,then1 growing weary as the morning passed1 ,he filled his hands with blossoms that he found1 ,and threw himself beneath an oak at last1 ,whose brawny branches brushed the grassy ground4 ,he bared his head2 and lying 'neath the tree1 ,arranging wealth of roses in his hands1 ,he thought that1 'bove the branches1 he could see ,the same blue ocean rolling to the sands4 ,his mind to rose thoughts turned in dreamy way1-- ,from untrained blossoms1 blooming in the bowers1 ,whose simple petals fade within a day1 ,have been developed grander1 sweeter flowers4 ,the jacqueminot and all her sisters fair1 ,now clothed in colors bright and staying late1 ,because of culture and a proper care ,have found a place within the garden gate4 ,so too with life2 the untrained children we ,whose innocence shall fade within the hours1-- ,with thoughts1 like petals1 simple1 pure1 and free1-- ,and minds to be developed like the flowers4 ,if rightly clothed1 according to ,god's plan1 ,we soon discover1 ere it is too late1 ,that cultivation makes the grander man ,who finds a place within the ,heavenly gate4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the dreamer woke2 his roses1 once so bright1 ,had drooped and faded in the heat of day2 ,his rose thoughts had unfolded to the light ,to bless and help him all along life's way4 ,,seeking ,,and ,,striving4 ,the soul that seeks for ,heavenly things1 ,and mounts above on tireless wings1 ,shall find them by and by2 ,the soul that strives to conquer wrong1 ,and sings a happy trustful song1 ,shall live and never die4 ,,some ,,day4 ,some day1 not far away1 ,in ,heaven above1 ,both you and ,i1 ,who say the last good-bye1 ,shall meet and love4 ,some day1 beyond life's way ,of cares and tears1 ,your soul and mine1 ,with ,christ1 the ,soul divine1 ,shall know no fears4 ,some day1 when others pray ,with tear-stained eyes1 ,you'll take my hand ,and we shall understand ,in ,paradise4 ,some day1 when others stay ,to do life's part1 ,we'll reach the goal ,each standing soul to soul1-- ,not heart to heart4 ,some day1 when others say3-- 8,their lot was sad10 ,we'll know the why2 ,in ,heaven both you and ,i ,shall be more glad4 ,some day1 when earth is gay ,on land and sea1 ,beyond life's shore ,we two1 who patience bore1 ,shall thankful be4 ,some day1--some brighter day ,than all the rest1 ,both you and ,i ,shall say no more3 8,good-bye10 ,but3--8,god knows best40 ,,the ,,awakening4 ,when ,earth is waking from her winter dream1 ,and ,sunlight calls to life each sleeping stream2 ,when songsters shall return on joyful wings1 ',tis then the mind awakes to grander things4 ,faith in our ,god becomes a mighty power1-- ,deep rooted in the soul it grows each hour4 ,hope springs to life and1 like the budding rose1 ,admits the light1 and thus diviner grows4 ,sweet ,charity1 the greatest of the three1 ,unlocks the dormant heart with magic key1-- ,then enters ,joy1 the ever welcomed guest1 ,to quiet ,sorrow1 and to bid her rest4 ,the waking ,earth demands the watchful eye1 ,while day by day new glories round her lie4 ,no longer shall we sleep away the hours1 ,but wake to life as wake the budding flowers1-- ,breathing to others1 in our life's brief day1 ,fragrance and beauty as they pass our way4 ,no longer shall we wait for better days1 ,but1 like the bird1 sing forth ,his endless praise1 ,and in the hour new hope and pleasure bring ,to those who listen but care not to sing4 ,no longer shall we rest and vainly dream1 ,but wake as wakes again the living stream1 ,ever to broaden as we onward go1 ,bearing to thirsting souls the joys we know4 ,,love-,,letters4 ,you may burn the letters1 dearie1 ,tho' they're written from the heart ,and have made the days less dreary ,while we two have been apart4 ,you may burn each loving letter1 ,tho' the sentiment is true1 ,for it may be really better2-- ,they are meant for only you4 ,you may watch the glowing embers ,while the ashes turn to white2 ,for your loyal heart remembers ,tho' my words shall pass from sight4 ,you can burn ,love's secrets never ,that my soul to yours confessed2 ,they1 ,i know1 will live forever ,in the life that ,i love best4 ,so1 my dearie1 burn each token ,that ,i've written just for you1 ,and accept the love unspoken ,from a heart that's ever true2 ,for our love-light burns out never1-- ,it is human and divine2 ,we shall live and love forever1-- ,i am yours and you are mine4 ,,regret4 ,there is no time1 in life1 for vain regret2 ,the days have passed1 the hours are passing yet4 ,each moment wasted by regretful sigh ,will count as worthless in the by and by1 ,till life itself1 which ,god to man has given1 ,will be unworthy of the peace of ,heaven4 ,a vain regret is but an added wrong1-- ,it makes the past a sorrow1 not a song2 ,it robs the present of its very best ,and fills the future with a vague unrest4 ,the little wrongs can never be made right ,by keeping them before the human sight2 ,better it is to give them scanty space ,by putting virtue in its proper place2 ,better it is to let the whole heart sing ,than let it sigh o'er one regretted thing4 ,,christian ,,soldiers4 ,hear the mighty army1 ,marching on the way1 ,with the banner lifted in the light4 ,see the ,christian ,soldiers1 ,in the ranks to-day1 ,as they battle ever for the ,right4 ,under ,christ1 the ,leader1 ,who commands them here1 ,they will stand united1 one and all4 ,they will pledge allegiance1 ,they have naught to fear1 ,they will answer ever to ,his call4 ,in ,his ,service ,royal1 ,theirs will be the fame2 ,they shall wear the laurels by and by4 ,on the ,shore ,eternal1 ,they will praise ,his name1 ,where the soul shall never1 never die4 ,a ,,question4 ,what have you done to-day1 dear heart1 ,for ,jesus' sake8 ,did love for ,him reveal the part ,to undertake8 ,have you been wishing to aspire ,to better things8 ,has your sweet soul been lifted higher ,by willing wings8 ,or has it fallen from a height ,so far above1 ,that naught can make it pure and right ,except ,god's love8 ,what have you done to-day1 dear heart1-- ,what will you do8 ,will you not wisely do the part ,god gives to you8 ,will you not put away the dream ,that fancies fill1 ,and tho' your duties humble seem ,accept ,god's will8 ,,sweetest ,,music4 ,a little child1 at an organ ,in a room across the way1 ,while trying to learn his lesson ,awoke me from dreams to-day4 ,the exercises were simple ,but he soon began to cry1 ,and ,i heard him say with feeling3 8',tis really no use to try60 ,then the master1 bending o'er him ,as patiently as before1 ,said3 8,let me take your place1 dear1 ,and ,i'll show you how once more40 ,soon ,i hear instead of discord ,a sweet1 harmonious sound1 ,while the master's skillful fingers ,the musical keys have found4 ,within the souls of the many ,are keys of ivory white1 ,which will waken to sweetest music ,if in tune and touched aright2 ,but how oft we hear a discord ,when the wrong keys have been tried ,and the amateur is playing ,while the ,master stands aside4 ,,at ,,last4 ,a little stream that danced and played all day ,upon its rough and ever winding way1 ,like some young child1 upon his mother's breast1 ,soon neared the tide and calmed itself to rest4 ,a little flower that nodded here and there1 ,at every passing breeze1 in daylight fair1 ,when sunset splendor lingered o'er the hill ,sent forth its fragrance and at last was still4 ,a little bird that built her airy nest ,nor thought in sunny hours to pause and rest1 ,sang sweeter songs to cheer the passer by ,when light was fading in the distant sky4 ,a man1 who thro' life's day had toiled and wept1 ,when life was o'er lay down in peace and slept2 ,he1 who had borne the burden of the day1 ,found sunset glories flooding all his way4 ,peace comes from ,god1 and rest is sure and sweet ,to those who bear life's burden and its heat2 ,sweet1 starry twilight calms that manly soul ,that strives by toil to reach ,heaven's distant goal4 ,,his ,,promise4 ,oft when the rain-drops fall1 ,we pray for sunlight fair2 ,oft when the day is bright1 ,we seek the cooling shade2 ,oft when the robins call1 ,we long for tree-tops bare2 ,oft when the ground is white1 ,we wish that spring had stayed4 ,but ,god who ruleth all1 ,and keeps us in ,his care1 ,doth plan all things aright1 ,which for our good ,he made2 ,our gifts1 so poor and small1 ,cannot with ,his compare1 ,and if we trust ,his might ,his promise will not fade4 ,,life',s ,,crucible4 ,we do not cut and polish the stones ,that are laid in the common wall2 ,we do not prune the brambles and weeds ,that around our pathway fall4 ,we do not put into crucibles ,a metal unworthy the test2 ,nor do we send a man to the front ,who would not peril his best4 ,the vine that's pruned bears the choicest fruit1-- ,necessity grinds the dull tool2 ,and the keenest and best instructors ,are prepared in ,affliction's school4 ,suffering gives us the richest thoughts ,that to literature can belong2-- ,in poetry it strikes the sweetest note ,and inspires the tenderest song4 ,our troubles are but the inlets small ,that shall lead to the human soul1 ,thro' which the ,comforter comes to heal ,and to strengthen us for the ,goal4 ,the rarest of saints are afflicted ,by ,one who doth know what is right2 ,and the stars shall ever shine brightest ,that contend with the darkest night4 ,,my ,,choice4 ,not the bird that soars the highest1 ,nor whose plumage is the brightest1 ,but the bird that sings the sweetest ,is the bird ,i prize4 ,not the flower that blooms the tallest1 ,nor whose petals are the whitest1 ,but whose fragrance is completest ,satisfies my eyes4 ,not the brook that laughs the loudest1 ,nor whose waters are the purest1 ,but the brook that runs the fleetest ,to the mill and sea4 ,not the soul that soars the quickest1 ,but whose faith in ,god is surest1 ,and whose record is the neatest ,is the soul for me4 ,,endeavor4 ,life's morning hour is never quite complete ,if climbing upward at the break of day ,we fail to show to others1 whom we meet1 ,new glories found along the heavenly way4 ,if by endeavor1 step by step we take1 ,and for another breathe a loving prayer ,and lead him up to see the morning break1 ,we find a blessing as we journey there4 ,the noon of life1 when sunlight floods the skies1 ,is never quite so pleasing to our sight1 ,as when we help a fallen brother rise ,and by his side direct his steps aright4 ,the way grows brighter as we pass along1 ,for not alone we seek the heights untried2 ,a soul is breathing us a thankful song-- ,the weary one is toiling by our side4 ,the twilight of the life ,god gives us here ,is never quite so filled with peace and rest ,as when we journey on with naught to fear1 ,tho' sunset light is fading in the west4 ,the night comes not to those who look above1 ,for on the summit soon they all shall stand1 ,who leave the vale and seek the ,father's love1 ,which bids them welcome to the promised land4 ,thus by endeavor--step by step each day ,we climb above1 where other feet have trod1 ,and leading others up the heavenly way ,find rest and day eternal with our ,god4 ,,service4 ,if you love and trust the ,saviour ,you can find enough to do2 ,his good deeds and ,his compassion ,will be done and felt by you4 ,his great aims will all be cherished ,if with ,him you're really one2 ,can you think of ,christ as idle ,while so much remains undone8 ,his self-sacrificing spirit ,will be exercised by you2 ,and your faith will aid you ever ,while love guides and makes it true4 ,faith and love that work together ,will turn drudgery into joy2 ,and make every service easy ,that doth trouble and annoy4 ,love will show where service waits you ,tho' it be but word or song2 ,faith will prompt you how to do it ,be the service short or long4 ,you can never be discouraged ,while the two together blend2 ,joined to faith1 love meets all trials ,and endureth to the end4 ,you can leave the lower places1 ,and mount upward every day2 ,winning character exalted ,if you faithfully work and pray4 ,you can reach the best attainments ,doing service that you find2 ,and a worthier example ,you can leave to all mankind4 ,,crowning ,,light4 ,there is a ,land1 beyond the gloomy sky1 ,that needs no earthly light for its adorning2 ,where ,god's own children nevermore shall die1-- ,a home of perfect peace and endless morning4 ,we cannot see the ,city's shining towers1 ,but truths divine proclaim the wondrous story1-- ,on earth the cross1 in ,heaven the crown is ours1-- ,while ,gates ajar reveal an inner glory4 ,,nonce4 ,to-day is here2 to-morrow's dawn ,perchance thou may'st not see2 ,the noon-tide of another day ,may come1 but not for thee4 ,the sun at even'-tide may glow ,upon yon mountain height1 ,and pause to bless the ,mother ,earth ,before he sinks from sight2 ,and yet for thee no earthly light1 ,no sunset glow at home1 ,no shadows of life's twilight hour1-- ,no silent night may come4 ,thou knowest not2 the 8brighter days0 ,may never come to thee2 ,the future is thy present time ,formed from life's yesterday4 ,thou can'st not look beyond this hour ,to trace what may befall2 ,but now is the accepted time ,to serve the ,lord of all4 ,to-day then do the good thou canst1 ,and brighten home with love2 ,then shall thy soul more brightly shine ,in ,heaven1 the ,home above4 ,thy blessings oft are in disguise1-- ,what seems to be a sorrow ,may be the shades of deepening night ,before a brighter morrow4 ,,the ,,goal4 ,each day we are grown older1 ,years swiftly pass away2 ,and the world seems strangely colder1 ,the heart itself less gay4 ,the hopes that are brightly dawning1 ,the joys that oft are ours1 ,shall vanish1 in life's fair morning1 ,like dew-drops on the flowers4 ,youth's rosiest tints of splendor1 ,are fading fast from sight2 ,and the trusting heart more tender1 ,in patience waits the night4 ,like the athlete growing weary1 ,no more we run the race2 ,but near to the victors cheery ,we seek a resting-place4 ,just beyond the passing pleasure1 ,and thought of added years1 ,we can see ,heaven's greater treasure1 ,which satisfies and cheers4 ,an eternal light is dawning1 ,to penetrate the gloom2 ,in life's more radiant morning ,peace waits beyond the tomb4 ,a ,,question ,,answered4 ,what is the secret of discontent ,that never for human hearts was meant1 ,and why the needless agitation ,that tries a soul and taunts a nation8 ,a discontent would never be known1 ,an agitation would ne'er be shown1 ,if things that are simply prosy and real ,would correspond with the high ideal4 ,,grandmother4 ,grandmother sits in her high-backed chair1 ,a snowy cap hides her soft gray hair2 ,and while her needles fly in and out ,we wonder what her thoughts are about4 ,beside the chair stands an antique bed1 ,with its modern draperies overhead1 ,while1 close to the wall1 and near at hand ,is the newly polished1 square-topped stand4 ,within its drawer lies her camphor-bag1 ,some spicy cubebs and sugared flag1 ,tomato cushion1 of gaudy red1 ,a bit of wax1 for her sewing-thread1 ,some slippery elm1 in a corner dark1 ,scattered fragments of cinnamon bark1 ,the golden ear-knobs1 and powder puff1 ,near a little box of scented snuff1 ,a baby's picture1 with dimpled face1 ,and a lock of hair1 in its broken case4 ,on its top is her bible1 worn by age1 ,with its faded book-mark and penciled page4 ,the faithful clock1 with its quaint1 carved door1 ,reaches the ceiling and meets the floor4 ,a chest of drawers1 with handles of brass1 ,stands just across from the gilt-framed glass1 ,and is reflected in all its pride2 ,while on its top1 upon either side1 ,whose fancy the modern mind might suit1 ,stand the gypsum dishes of painted fruit4 ,near an open fireplace1 neatly swept1 ,the box of kindling-wood is kept2 ,while across the andirons polished bright1 ,a log lies ready for heat and light4 ,beside the dust-pan and well-worn wing ,the brass topped fire-tongs and shovel swing2 ,on the hearth-stone gray1 'neath the chimney high1 ,the useful bellows in waiting lie4 ,the 8mantle-place0 holds the candle-sticks ,and silver snuffers for lighted wicks4 ,while1 near to the match-safe1 just between1 ,an apple filled with cloves is seen4 ,grandmother rocks as she knits her sock1 ,to-day her thoughts are too deep for talk1-- ,she lives once more 'neath a cloudless sky1 ,and dreams again of the days gone by4 ,in her cherished dream she can seem to see ,the dear old house as it used to be1 ,with its clapboards white1 its blinds of green1 ,and the tiny window-panes between2 ,and lingers there for a little while1 ,ere the modern workman changed its style4 ,she sings to her babies the old time song1 ,and hopes that 8father0 will come ere long2 ,she moves her chair to the waning light ,to watch the glow of the sunset bright1 ,and looks for a few1 pale evening stars ,while the cows come home thro' the pasture bars4 ,she lights the candles1 and smoothes her hair1 ,and breathes for her loved ones a silent prayer2 ,then goes to her work with happy heart1 ,cheerfully doing the house-wife's part2 ,and once again she can seem to feel ,the well known move of her spinning-wheel4 ,as she fondly dreams of those days of yore ,she hears a whisper beside her door2 ,then close to her side the children creep3-- 8,why1 ,grandma has fallen fast asleep60 ,she hears one say1 as they tip-toe out3 8,i wonder what she's dreaming about40 ,little they know what memories arise ,when ,grandmother thinks with half-closed eyes4 ,,diligence4 ,he who cannot do to-morrow ,better than he does to-day ,is a creature of dishonor ,and a failure all the way4 ,from to-day's accomplished labor ,comes the morrow near at hand1 ,just as yesterday's completion ,brought to-day's ambitions grand4 ,all the past is antiquated1-- ,useful but for present guide1 ,and if followed makes the future ,all that has been hoped and tried4 ,he who will not wisely labor ,for the ,present that is here1 ,rather than prefer past pleasures ,or a future's coming cheer2 ,is1 among the world's great workers1 ,but a tramp1 whom few can trust1 ,who destroys the best of morals ,or is held in sheer disgust4 ,happy hearts and willing workers ,make this earth a better place1 ,and receive the ,father's blessing1 ,when they see ,him face to face4 ,,the ,,baby4 ,within his little crib the baby lies2 ,and 'neath the lashes of his closing eyes ,i catch a glimpse of summer's bluest skies4 ,his tiny head1 upon its pillow white1 ,is crowned with curls1 like sunshine fair and bright1 ,half hidden now from his admirer's sight4 ,his cheek1 soon flushed in a refreshing sleep1 ,is like the petal of a wild-rose deep1 ,while in and out the pretty dimples peep4 ,his rose-bud mouth1 in such an hour as this1 ,invites the pleasure of a loving kiss1 ,which even strangers could not take amiss4 ,his tiny teeth are like the precious pearls ,and1 when his lip in childish laughter curls1 ,they shine1 as perfect as a baby girl's4 ,his shapely ears1 like sea-shells pink and small1 ,which soon discern the mother song and call1 ,can quickly hear the slightest sound of all4 ,his little nose1 not yet in proper style1 ,which mother models every little while1 ,is quite enough to make a critic smile4 ,his dimpled hands1 unlike the restless feet ,securely pinned within his blanket neat1 ,oft find a place outside the snowy sheet4 ,when baby sleeps the house is hushed and lone2 ,his rubber playthings to the floor are thrown1 ,while patient pussy seeks her peace unknown4 ,when baby wakes the house is filled with joy2 ,his lusty cries no loving heart annoy1 ,while mother runs to take her darling boy4 ,,god',s ,,love4 ,like a star1 whose beams are brighter ,when skies are dark above1 ,so shines1 in night of sorrow1 ,the light of ,god's great love4 ,we may not see its lustre1 ,while heads are bowed in prayer1 ,but looking just above us ,we find its glories there4 ,our tears may dim the vision ,and we may question why2 ,but some day ,he will answer ,where souls shall never die4 ,above the gathering shadows1 ,beyond the gloom of years1 ,god's star will shine forever1 ,undimmed by ,sorrow's tears4 ,some day1 when ,he shall lead us ,to our eternal rest1 ,we'll know life's hidden meaning ,and we shall say3 8',twas best40 ,,release4 ,fear not to die1 but rather fear to live1 ,for death is not so grave a thing as life2 ,the soul that ,god to mortal man did give ,shall some day be exempt from earthly strife1 ,and from its narrow prison cell at last ,it shall go forth the glorious light to see1 ,when chains are loosened1 which now hold it fast1 ,by ,death1 the warden1 who shall set it free2 ,and it shall live thro' all the days and years ,to know the peace of sunny ,paradise1 ,no more to be the slave of doubts and fears1 ,nor suffer failure when escape it tries4 ,earth's blossoms die1 but from the falling seeds ,shall live again the pure and treasured flowers2 ,and thus we die1 but loving words and deeds ,shall be immortal like this soul of ours4 ,,easter4 ,to ,m4 ,m4 ,m4 ',twas ,easter evening and the church ,was filled with a waiting throng1 ,to listen to ,easter ,service ,with its flowers1 its light and song4 ,the organist1 by the altar1 ,touched the pretty ivory keys ,and sent1 thro' the house of worship ,the sweetest of melodies4 ,just as the notes were ceasing1 ,and the people arose for prayer1 ,a little maid came softly in ,and seated herself by the stair4 ,the service was just beginning1 ,she had never entered before2 ,but while passing had heard the music ,and seen bright lights from the door2-- ,so she thought3 8,i'll look in a moment1 ,to see what it all is about1-- ,and perhaps--if ,i steal in softly ,that no one will find it out40 ,she saw all the people standing ,with heads bowed down in the light1 ,and she heard the words3 8,our ,father1 ,bless this service here to-night40 ,when the good man ceased his speaking ,and each one had taken seat1 ,again the notes from the organ ,thro' the stillness sounded sweet4 ,a little girl came to the altar1-- 8,no older than ,i am0--she thought2 ,she was dressed in snowy whiteness1 ,in her hands sweet flowers she brought4 ,she spoke of the ,christ--our ,saviour1 ,in her pretty childish way2 ,she said3 8,the ,lord is risen ,and he walks with men to-day40 8,he loves us--,he died to save us10 ,said the little maid in white-- 8,he went to the ,home above us1 ,to ,heaven where there is no night40 ,and the little girl by the stair-way ,in her tattered gown of red1 ,listening1 heard the story sweet ,and treasured the words she said2 ,and she wondered1 as she listened1 ,if the ,saviour did truly care ,for one so small and neglected ,as she1 sitting down by the stair4 ,and while she looked at the flowers ,and heard the grand organ play1 ,and sweet voices of the children ,now telling of ,easter day2 ,her little heart grew lighter1 ,she said3 8,i'm alone no more ,for ,christ1 who loves the children1 ,is my ,father now gone before40 ,when the ,easter ,service was ended ,she wended her way alone ,thro' the streets of the great city ,to the garret1 her only home4 ,as she climbed the narrow stair-way1 ,unlighted by cheering ray1 ,her little heart kept singing ,the songs of glad ,easter day2 ,and the woman1 who kept the lodging1 ,heard the little maiden come ,and asked1 in her gruffest manner1 ,what kept her so long from home4 8',twas the ,easter ,service1 madam1 ,and the words0--she made reply2 8,i'm not an orphan any more ,for my ,father dwells on high40 8,see6 ,i've brought you an ,easter lily ,all snowy1 and pure1 and white1 ,which a lady dropped in passing ,ere her coach wheeled out of sight40 8,i almost know you'll like it ,for 'tis part of the ,easter day1 ,and the children spoke of the lilies ,in the verses they had to say40 ,when all was still in the lodging ,and the rest were sleeping below1 ,unmindful of ,christ1 the ,saviour1 ,who died for them long ago2 ,then this loving little maiden1 ,away from all human sight1 ,knelt down1 in the dingy garret1 ,to thank ,god for ,easter night4 ,,eminence4 ,side by side the mountains rise ,toward the blue of distant skies2 ,but tho' roots may interlace ,and each base is joined to base1 ,till the friendly trees incline ,and their branches touch and twine1 ,yet1 while aging day by day1 ,they part union on their way ,till the welcome sunlight seeks ,to crown insulated peaks4 ,side by side the great men rise ,towards the heights of brighter skies2 ,but tho' minds together blend ,and each friend is joined to friend1 ,till their spirits interchange ,and their thoughts have fullest range1 ,yet while aging day by day1 ,they diverge upon life's way ,till ,young ,genius claims his own ,and they choose to soar alone4 ,,the ,,here ,,and ,,there4 ,by courtesy of ,ladies' ,world1 ,new ,york ,city4 ,the ,here and ,there are not so far apart1 ,as oft' they seem to ,sorrow's waiting heart2 ,the waking love that ,here no more shall sleep ,will ,there the souls in perfect union keep4 ,god does not mean1 tho' ,heaven be bright and fair1 ,to break the strands between the ,here and ,there4 ,the heart that loves shall love beyond the skies2 ,the soul that lives shall live in ,paradise4 ,we know that ,he in joy and peace will keep ,our own and ,his until we fall asleep4 ,the same sweet smile1 the loving face so fair1 ,but glorified1 awaits our coming ,there4 ,to those who trust and patiently endure1 ,he gives them back1 bright1 beautiful and pure4 ,they are not lost to such as you and me ,but still shall love us thro' ,eternity2-- ,and from temptation and from earthly care ,shall lead us upward to the ,heavenly ,there4 ,,air ,,castles4 ,sometimes ,i dwell not here-- ,but far away1 ,where not a breath disturbs ,my fondest dream2 ,where1 loitering at ease1 ,myself alone ,i please ,and sing my soul good cheer ,within my castles fair1 ,that ,i have built in air1 ,above ,time's stream4 ,outside1 like haunting ghosts1 ,the clouds appear1 ,but noiselessly pass by ,each bolted gate2 ,around my castle walls1 ,the hush of moon-light falls1 ,while1 like the armied hosts1 ,with torches flashing bright1 ,the stars come out at night ,to celebrate4 ',tis bliss to dwell like this1 ,in airy heights1 ,above the common crowd ,and earthly din2 ,where all the livelong day1 ,with my best self ,i stay ,and naught of glory miss2 ,where neither friend nor foe1 ,to pity or bring woe1 ,can enter in4 ,who dares uplift a latch1 ,like thief at night1 ,to scatter treasured hopes ,and steal my store8 ,who darkens my domain ,where ,i1 an empress1 reign1 ,while subjects wait dispatch8 ,away1 ye dread ,despair6 ,to castles in the air ,still let me soar4 ,,little ,,joe4 ,he stands in crowded city street1 ,poor1 tired1 little ,joe1 ,and sees the people pass and meet ,while moments come and go4 ,he holds sweet flowers in his hand1 ,poor1 patient1 little ,joe1 ,and wonders who can understand ,his poverty and woe4 8,please won't you buy my blossoms bright80 ,cries hopeful1 little ,joe1 ,while daylight fades and sunset light ,floods stirring streets below4 ,but no one lingers1 no one cares ,for homeless1 little ,joe2 ,when mother breathed his name in prayers ,he was too small to know4 ,when father took him on his knee1 ,dear1 little baby ,joe1 ,he used to crow in childish glee ,but that was long ago4 ,the night grows dark1 and no one hears ,poor1 heartsick1 little ,joe2 ,he puts his flowers away with tears ,and turns his foot-steps slow4 ,he passes mansions grand and tall1 ,poor1 homesick1 little ,joe1 ,and hopes that men within the hall ,will gifts of love bestow4 ,sometimes he stops to watch the lights1 ,poor1 lonely1 little ,joe1 ,and sees some whirling1 dazzling sights ,while dancers come and go4 ,in homes he hears the child-like noise1 ,poor1 orphaned1 little ,joe1 ,and wonders if their little boys ,to great1 good men will grow4 ,he seeks1 at last1 a sheltering shed1 ,poor1 hungry1 little ,joe1 ,and makes1 of tattered coat1 a bed1 ,while tear-drops freely flow4 ,and3 8,now ,i lay me down to sleep10 ,says drowsy1 little ,joe1 8,and pray the ,lord my soul to keep10 ,he whispers1 soft and low4 8,if ,i should die before ,i wake10 ,breathes tired1 little ,joe1 8,i pray the ,lord my soul to take10 ,and it was even so4 ,transcriber's ,notes3 ,small capitals have been converted to ,,solid capitals4 ,old or antiquated spellings have been preserved4 ,typographical errors have been silently corrected but other variations in spelling and punctuation remain unaltered4