,illustration3 ,,julia ,,carter ,,aldrich1 7,,petresia ,,peters47 ,,hazel ,,bloom1 ,,by ,,julia ,,carter ,,aldrich4 7,,petresia ,,peters47 ,mother6 ,o1 holy music in the sound ,of that dear word--,mother6 ,o1 visions sweet ,that crowd the mind and thickly cluster round1 ,to drive out tempting wiles1 and leave replete ,the soul's most lofty plans1 and purest thought6 99 99 99 99 99 ,could man have known the part divine1 repressed ,through youthful life1 for noblest womanhood1 ,when she should pass to dear maternity-- ,had he the ,christ1 in ,mother1 rightly known1 ,kind ,heaven had spared the pains of ,calvary4 ,through her the first of ,heavenly love is shown-- ,through her1 first glimpses caught of ,christ1 of ,god4 ,b4 ,f4 ,aldrich4 ,illustration ,,buffalo3 ,,charles ,,wells ,,moulton1 #ahii4 ,,copyright ,,by ,,julia ,,carter ,,aldrich4 #ahii4 ,in memory of that sainted one1 ,my ,mother1 ,this volume is inscribed to the ,mothers-- ,the ,home-makers of our land1 ,by one who has known ,the breadth and depth ,of maternal hope and joy-- ,whose soul has continually drank1 ,thro' all the years of ,motherhood1 ,from that well-spring of ,blessing-- ,unfailing1 filial devotion4 ,j4 ,c4 ,a4 ,,index4 ,the ,weaver #i ,mystery #aa ,in ,childhood's ,years #ad ,in the ,city of ,suffering #ae ,heliotrope #ah ,constancy #bj ,estranged #bb ,my ,inkstand #be ,history of ,one ,life #bf ,evening #bg ,rondeaux #bi ,solace of the ,flowers #cj ,regret #cb ,hazel ,bloom #ce ,life's ,shuttle #ch ,springtime #dj ,for ,insomnia #db ,mother #de ,eoline's ,dream #dh ,our ,own #eb ,wounded ,faith #ee ,destiny #eg ,unclaimed #fj ,death #fa ,night-,blooming ,cereus #fd ,my ,muse #ff ,we ,never ,know #fh ,a ,june in ,childhood #gj ,goldenrod #gd ,an ,evening in ,june #ge ,yosemite #gg ,blight or ,blessing #hj ,o1 ,for a ,rainy ,day #hb ,the ,great ,poet #hc ,love's ,riches #hh ,complainings #ij ,questionings #ib ,persecuted #id ,o1 ,kindly ,speak #if ,he is ,risen #ig ,the ,christ #ii ,feed ,my ,lambs #ajb ,the ,kingdom of ,heaven #ajc ,supplication #ajf ,the ,portrait #ajg ,out in the ,woods #aji ,unforgiven #aab ,the ,evening and the ,morning #aad ,the ,unseen #aaf ,painting #aag ,the ,christian's ,armor #abj ,to ,my ,friend #aba ,hill-,crest ,home #abd ,lilies of the ,valley #ace ,pearly ,shells #ach ,courage #adj ,trailing ,arbutus #ada ,encouragement #ade ,faith #adg ,nirvana #adi ,heredity #aej ,pebbles #aeb ,words #aeg ,mother #aei ,hands #afa ,endymion #afc ,calypso--,the ,lover's ,pocket #afg ,what is ,love #aga ,sleighing #agc ,first ,love #age ,man #agf ,trust of ,childhood #agg ,alone #ahj ,night #ahc ,disappointment #ahe ,love's ,ideal #ahf ,a ,legend of the ,lily #ahg ,to ,james ,newton ,mathews #aij ,the ,great ,hereafter #aia ,late ,october #aie ,on the ,beach #aih ,hidden #bjj ,my ,robins are ,gone #bjb ,winterbloom #bjd ,the ,old ,home #bjf ,thought #bji ,columbus #bab ,,hazel ,,bloom ,the ,weaver4 ,with warm desire to please the captious ones1 ,whose fervency the finished fabric suns1 ,with ardent conjurations she besought ,the thronging sprites1 that feed the loom of thought1 ,to gather shining woof1 from climes afar-- ,from lands where all things bright and wondrous are-- ,to seek the dame whose tireless hand doth hold ,the distaff yielding threads of fine spun gold1 ,and bring the gathered treasures in to her1 ,all sweet with far-fetched frankincense and myrrh3 ,instead of quest in distant lands for woof ,from near they brought1 and with it sharp reproof4 8,the glow and flame of thy desire ,is lit by an unholy fire4 ,we bring thee shreds for needs of life ,with which its ways are ever rife2 ,weave these as we shall bring them in 7,none leads with ,lotus-charm to sin7 ,and when the web falls from thy care1 ,who needs takes self-apportioned share4 ,if one is girt by it for storm1 ,or one lone home1 made glad and warm-- ,if one bruised heart finds through it balm1 ,one groping soul1 up-lifting psalm1 ,then1 thank thy ,god that thou hast wrought ,the humble shreds that we have brought40 ,mystery4 ,all the earth's history ,is mingled with mystery2 ,thrid its long pathways thro' ,time's gathered pages1 ,struggle with theories1--delve as you will1 ,wrapped in uncertainty1 mystery still1 ,baffling the lore of philosophy's sages4 ,wishes ungratified1 ,longings unsatisfied2 ,search is untiring and effort is eager1 ,reaching for aye for the far1 unattained1 ,feeling the spirit to narrowness chained1-- ,all we may know1 to the unknown is meager4 ,yet1 human pomposity1 ,rich in verbosity1 ,leads us afar1 thro' the limitless spaces1 ,parting so boldly the cometal robes1 ,shows us their bodies1 as infantile globes1 ,sportively seeking maturity's places4 ,it measures ,infinity1 ,questions ,divinity--,talks of the universe at its inception2 ,theory1 feeling the pulse of the ,earth1 ,tells us how long since the planet had birth ,and when we may look for its utter disruption4 ,yet ,,life',s remote decimal-- ,the infinitesimal1 ,puzzles the agnost for ,nature's great mother2 ,never a blade without fertilized germ1-- ,never a seed without blossoming term1-- ,each is a subsequent unto the other4 99 99 99 99 99 ,most wondrous1 mysterious1 ,throned and imperious1 ,mind1 in the beautiful temple of ,being1 ,rules o'er its realm with absolute sway ,till1 broken and crumbling1 the structure of clay1 ,then swift on the wings of the silences fleeing4 ,thought1 strained to intensity1 ,ranging immensity1 ,asks for their home--for the spirit's bright heaven2 ,a speck in the universe--our little earth1 ',mong millions1 all grander and greater of girth-- ,will ,god's central glory to this one be given8 ,ah6 ,safely ,he has hidden it1 ,from earth-gaze forbidden it3 ,humbled and weary the bold ,thought1 returning1 ,nestles down closer to ,god's written word2 ,by grief's parching thirst its sweet fountains are stirred2 ,its pages yield balm that will soothe the heart's yearning4 ,there1 ,heaven comes near to us1-- ,those who were dear to us1 ,safe in its mansions--we'll question not where1-- ,live in the light of an ,infinite ,love6 ,faith sweetly whispers--8,they beckon above1-- ,the loved ones1 who've left us1 are waiting us there40 ,the hidden earth-histories-- ,the sought-after mysteries ,are veiled1 but in blessing2--we seek for them ever2 ,wisdom hath woven this mystical bond1 ,binding the soul to ,god's greater ,beyond1 ,enlarging1 enriching1 thro' constant endeavor4 ,in ,childhood's ,years4 ,in childhood's years1 what dreamy days ,in spring's soft airs or autumn's haze6 ,how golden bright the sunset skies ,where just beyond our heaven lies6 ,each dawn the sun has merry plays ,with ,rosy-mist1 who veils his rays ,to shield us from his glory blaze1 ,while she paints morn such lovely dyes ,in ,childhood's years4 ,we tread but joy-lit1 sunny ways1 ,nor dream of dread1 that is decay's3-- ,no sorrow comes but quickly flies-- ,no love is known that cools and dies-- ,no crafty selfishness betrays ,in childhood's years4 ,in the ,city of ,suffering4#a ,in the city of suffering souls grow large1 ,and money-greed languishing lies2 ',neath the hurrying feet1 of ,god's messengers there1 ,that pompous1 old ,selfishness dies3 ,ambition1 so eagerly climbing to heights ,where glory1 alone1 is the prize1 ,forgets his wild dreams at the shriek of distress ,and goes where ,humanity cries4 ,in the city of suffering1 sympathies blend ,as valley rills1 blend in a stream2 ,the high1 and the low1 all forgetful of rank1 ,are thrilled by calamity's scream4 ,there ,wealth's jeweled hand and the toil-hardened palm1 ,have neither a preference in claim1 ,but agony ardently stretching them forth1 ,makes common appeal1 in ,his name4 ,in the city of suffering hearts grow warm-- ,aye1 flame in the darkness of woe2 ,the spark ,god gave1 from ,his infinite love1 ,neath the hot breath of pain is aglow4 ,there1 swift to the rescue1 goes valorous strength1 ,surprising the world with his deeds-- ,there1 ,courage will struggle with death for a life1 ,while yielding his own up1 if needs4 ,in the city of ,suffering1 ,avarice hides ,in the gloomy old vault with his gold1 ,nor dares to meet ,charity's love-lighted face1 ,his own is so pitiless and cold2 ,there1 cowardice1 envy--all drosses of soul ,in the crucial test are consumed-- ,dark altars1 once glowing with brotherly love1 ,in the shadow of sorrow1 relumed4 ,the city of ,suffering is ,heaven's wide door ,for victims its horrors enthrall2 ,e'en martyrs have sung when the fagots blazed high-- ,so ever ,he heareth our call2 ,and those who1 with fellow-love prompting their deeds1 ,fought there1 with the mounting flame fiends1 ,have wrought in the plan1 for ennobling the world1 ,with ,god's own1 mysterious means4 ,in the city of ,suffering souls break the bonds ,that indolent selfishness forged in the womb1 ,and lives1 that were dwarfed by their mammon-cut groove1 ,find growth in ,love's labor1 and sunshine in gloom4 ,when raven-winged ,sorrow sweeps over the land1 ,an angel attends where its shadow may fall1 ,and1 out from its darkness1 brings heavenly light1 ,and faith1 in the ,wisdom1 that's over us all4 #a 8,there was a puff--a muffled roar1 and the tower was literally rent by an explosion4 ,a moment later the flames burst out thro' every rent and fissure1 and the men1 away up there1 in mid air1 fighting the fire1 were cut off from the world below1 by an outpour of smoke and flame1 soon to become a mighty conflagration40 ,heliotrope4 ,there's a charm in its fragrance bewitchingly sweet-- ,a something that binds with a magical spell2 ,e'en silence1 thro' this1 to the heart can repeat ,the message that's sent in its purple fringed cell4 ',tis an odorous breath1 from the heavenly heights-- ,an angel hand1 beckoning to the bloom scented fields1 ,where the soul in its freedom may taste the delights ,that the garden of ,paradise yields4 ,like childhood's sweet dreams of the holy and true1 ,that float thro' ,life's dusk in the ether of ,thought1 ,or morn's rosy blush1 melting into the blue1 ,with tint of the beryl and amethyst caught4 ',tis an exquisite messenger1 given the heart1 ,that winsomely speaks to the spirit1 alone1 ,and whatever sentiment sent1 will impart-- ,will tell it so sweetly1 in language its own4 ,when souls must needs pass thro' ,grief's wordless abyss1 ,then heart unto heart1 through it1 uttereth speech-- ,the sympathy1 seeking expression through this1 ,is told with a tenderness words never reach4 ,if you've aught that's too sacred for words to express1 ,too tender to breathe in a wish or a hope1 ',twill be fittingly draped in the delicate dress1 ,and borne in the perfume of ,,heliotrope4 ,constancy4 ,the ,fates have decreed thou canst never be mine1 ,yet1 constant1 my soul turneth ever to thine ,with love that outreaches ,time's cruel decree4 ,too holy the passion with others to name-- ,thoughts deepest and purest feed ever the flame1 ,that burns on the altar1 kept sacred to thee4 ,as ocean in silence embosoms the light ,that beams from the gems in the crown of the night1 ,yet dimming its purity never1 ,so thou1 in my bosom a presence shalt be1 ,as stars shining down in the depths of the sea-- ,unsullied thy brightness forever4 ,like a verdure-girt spring in the wide desert plains-- ,like the stroke1 bringing freedom1 by the riving of chains1 ,aye1 ,life's every essence of pleasure ,had been love's requital1 that long ago morn2 ,still ever ,i'll count1 7yet this rose has its thorn7 ,having loved1 though ,i lost1 as a treasure4 99 99 99 99 99 ,tho' hopes were all blighted that haloed my youth1 ,and withered the flowers ,i deemed rooted in truth1-- ,tho' sunshine will brighten no morrow1 ,yet never accusing's deep bitterness stirs ,the heart1 that would only pour joy into her's1 ,and the tenderest soothing for sorrow4 ,her spirit dwelt ever in dreamy ideal1 ,while mine was so earthy and chained to the real1 ,with the heavens all brazen above me3-- ,all nature to hers echoed hymnings divine1 ,while doubts of a future1 stirred ever in mine-- ,no marvel she never could love me4 ,but somehow1 with ,destiny's mystical skein1 ,my love has entangled my infidel brain ,and bound it with hope1 to a heaven2 ,i dream of a sphere1 we may find beyond this ,where--blessed fruition6 life's coveted bliss ,to the purified soul will be given4 ,estranged4 ,o1 to be near to you6--,oh1 to be dear to you6-- ,to feel in my heart1 that your heart is my own4 ,all days have been dreary--my soul is aweary1 ,and still1 must ,i walk in this dark way alone8 ,o1 fond was my dreaming1 when hope's star was beaming1 ,when fancy's bright web like a mantle of gold1 ,lay over life's losses--its trials and crosses1 ,and hid them1 in splendors1 of fold upon fold4 ,i thought then to follow 7,oh1 heartless and hollow67 ,where ,fashion's throng led1 and to kneel where it knelt-- ,thought ,love's nectared chalice was found in a palace-- ,in princely halls only1 true happiness dwelt4 ,but ,fashion's vile brew1 is of wormwood and rue-- ,it prays where the virtues are trampled and dead-- ,the bane we thought gladness1 has led to this madness2 ,dissipation came in1 and the ,peace-angel fled4 ,no wandering emotion e'er sullied devotion1 ,but anger's hot lava my reason o'erran2 ,in the coolness of pride1 7that love's fervor belied7 ,the sorrows and pangs of estrangement began4 ,be rashness forgiven1 bring back to us heaven-- ,our ,eden-like home1 with its love-lighted skies2 ,tho' parted forever1 affection dies never-- ',tis knit into life with indissoluble ties4 ,the rills that have mingled1 can never be singled-- ,they'll flow on as one in their course to the sea2 ,by love1 early plighted1 our souls were united1 ,and ever--forever united must be4 ,entwining each thought--with tenderness fraught-- ,is loving1 enduring remembrance of thee1 ,and1 deep in your heart1 in its holiest part1 ,i know there's a hidden affection for me4 ,shall life be all nighted--,love's flame ne'er be lighted1 ,while ,i--by its altar with ashes o'er strewn-- ,must ever remember thro' constant ,december1 ,the balmy bright days and the roses of ,june8 ,o1 desert1 ,sahara6--,oh1 waters of ,marah6 ,i tread the hot sands--press the fount with my lips-- ,in sorrow1 go roaming1 thro' the shadowy gloaming ,that falls1 o'er a life1 with love's sun in eclipse4 ,my ,inkstand4 ,this new one is thought both convenient and nice-- ,the atmosphere forcing the ink to the brim2 ,i question the worth of this modern device1 ,for seldom great thoughts on the surface will swim1 ,but something like whales1 when they find themselves sought1 ,down1 swiftly from sight1 in the depths they will sink-- ,at the bottom1 the angled for ideas are caught1 ,and only by multiplied thrusts in the ink4 #ahee4 ,history of ,one ,life4 ,its morning dawned thro' penury's narrow pane-- ,a noon of wealth1 with glory's laurel crown-- ,human weakness--one mistake--a felon's stain-- ,the evening gloomed with all his fellow's frown4 ,evening4 ,vermillion and gold ,in beauty unfold ,on the light1 floating clouds of the ,west2 ,the low1 crooning sound ,of all ,nature around ,is lulling the world into rest4 ,like a rover of ,sin ,the zephyr steals in ',mong roses and carnations rare-- ,in ecstatic bliss ,gives each one a kiss1 ,then scatters their sweets on the air4 ,in the shadowy hush ,the linnet and thrush ,have gone to their nests in the grove2 ,the blue pimpernell ,to the lilly's wee bell ,is whispering his story of love4 ,blest hour of delight ,that verges the night1 ,what beauties and glories are thine1 ,when the great car of day ,with its din rolls away1 ,and silence seems ,presence divine4 ,now the sparkle of dew ,and the rich violet hue ,of the fast purpling clouds of the ,west1 ,hint of time's rapid flight ,and of life's coming night ,that shall lull into heavenly rest4 ,rondeaux4 ,a brilliant thought leaps out and glows1 ,or scatters fragrance like the rose1 ,nor needs an artizan's design ,to plan and shape to make it shine1-- ,not all is brilliance in rondeaux4 ,the labored effort plainly shows ,the mind has passed thro' mighty throes ,to give the world1 with stamp divine1 ,a brilliant thought4 ,the music wins which sweetly flows1 ,not that which falls like stunning blows1 ,and ease and grace1 with sense combine1 ,to clothe with elegance the line1 ,where ,genius gives1 in verse or prose1 ,a brilliant thought4 ,solace of the ,flowers4 ,oft a deep1 unspoken anguish ,in the secret soul is stirred1 ,and the wounded heart1 though yearning ,for a kindly1 loving word1 ,opens not its sacred portal1 ,for the arts of friendly healing-- ,only ,god is told the sorrow1 ,through a mute-lipped1 sad appealing4 8,i am with you0--seems responded1 ,from the hush of ,nature's bowers1 ,and the spirit feels ,god nearer ,where ,he's strewn the earth with flowers2 ,nature's language1 rich with blessing1 ,for its unobtrusive words1 ,speaks through softly murm'ring streamlets1 ,and the low1 sweet trill of birds4 ,e'en a tiny1 bruised allyssum1 ,or a trampled mignonette1 ,teach the heart1 by sweet example1 ,that 'tis better to forget4 ,like the touch of seraph pinions1 ,or a faintly whispered hope1 ,is the charm of perfume floating ,from a hidden heliotrope4 ,ah6 there's soothing for the spirit ,where the humid coolness lingers1 ,where the breezes touch us gently ,with their dainty1 fairy fingers1-- ,where the woodland nymphs are gliding1 ,noiseless1 o'er the mosses bright1 ,spreading ,sylva's vestal altar ,with a cloth of violets white4 ,all these tiny1 fragrant flowers ,speak to us in tender tone1 ,gently winning us from sorrow ,with a language all their own2 ,little beauties1 sent in blessing1-- ,in our pathway angels strew them1 ,that we hear1 when joy is shrouded1 ,loving voices whisper through them4 ,regret4 8--if only it never had been ,all the world had been brighter and then--0 ,will a hope never throb1 but it comes back a sob1 ,from the echoing halls of the soul8 ,do the joy-bells stirred1 by a low thrilling word1 ,forever resound with a funeral toll8 ,will the roses we grasp1 like the bite of an asp1 ,give back to our sense but the stinging of pain8 ,can there float a perfume1 from the lillies' white bloom1 ,that blends with enchantment ,tofana's slow bane8 ,where but flowers were sown1 has a thistle seed blown1 ,to root in their soil1 a vile bramble to grow8 ,doth each lovliest vine1 'round a hyssop entwine8 ,and out from sweet fountains must bitterness flow8 ,does there lurk in each joy1 a vile fiend to destroy ,all the pleasure and blessing it brought1 ,with the stings of regret1 as with thorns thickly set1 ,that will pierce1 as it turns1 every retrospect thought8 ,ay1 there's never a spot1 where this demon is not2 ,like a serpent he creeps in this ,eden of ours1 ,where its pleasures are purest1 its treasures securest1 ,and blights with his poison its loveliest flowers4 ,but we'll act for the right1 as ,god gives us the light1 ,nor complain that the end from our vision is veiled2 ',twas in blessing and love1 that the ,father above1 ,secured us from loss that prevision entailed4 ,in mercy1 dear ,father1 still veil from our sight1 ,the dawn of a joy1 or a grief's brooding night1 ,that we faint not1 expecting the gathering gloom1 ,nor cease in the strife that ennobles the life1-- ,that we cloud not our joys with a shadowy tomb1 ,nor a heart ever miss the delectable bliss1 ,of a sweet1 unexpected delight4 ,hazel ,bloom4 ,when paths that in summer were fringed with lush grass1 ,are raspy with frost-whitened blades as you pass1 ,when the arbor's denuded of clusters and leaves1 ,and the ,ivy's bare vines are entwining the eaves1 ,when the bright tinted sumach has changed to a brown ,and the wind-shaken forest drops summer wealth down-- ,the autumn's rich robings of crimson and gold ,in the path of the years1 to be trampled as mould-- ,when the beauty of purple-hued asters is shed1 ,and the glory of goldenrod faded and dead1 ,when the song-birds1 we loved for their jubilant tune1 ,have gone where they find a perennial ,june1 ,when clouds that were downy on the summer's bright blue1 ,have draped all the skies in a somberly hue1 ,when the orchard has yielded its riches of fruit1 ,and its life-feeding myst'ry is hid in the root-- ,the ,aftermath gathered--the last sheaves of grain-- ,when ,nature seems all in a funeral train1 ,then ,hazel buds burst thro' their scales into bloom1 ,and glow like the stars that rob midnight of gloom4 ,when brooklets1 unfettered1 went leaping in glee1 ,o'er rocks and thro' woodlands1 adown to the sea-- ,when the bloom-time of ,spring1 in its glory1 was here1 ,and earth all resounding with music and cheer1 ,when asphodels loaded with fragrance the air ,and vied with the roses in loveliness rare1 ,witch-,hazel1 from ,nature1 seemed standing apart1 ,the wee1 golden buds were asleep in its heart1 ,and sunshine and shower besought it1 in vain1 ,to star1 with its bloom1 ,flora's garlanded fane4 ,oh1 marvel of beauty--bright blossoms of gold6 ,they show us the life leafless branches enfold4 ',tis the flower of hope with this lesson of cheer-- ',tis the season of rest1 not 8,the death of the year10 ,when1 ,nature1 reposing in the bosom of ,god1 ,feels the throb of ,his heart 'neath her snow-mantled sod-- ,at the soul of ,all-life with new life is imbued-- ,at the ,fountain of ,beauty1 enriched and renewed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,aye1 symbol of ,hope and the star gleam of ,faith1 ,that give to ,life's autumn a glow-- ,a spirit revealed1 while the seeming of ,death ,lies palled in the brown leaves below4 ,a mission it has that was given of ,him ,who gave it its blossoming time2 ,thus blooming alone--desolation around1 ,defying the glittering rime1 ,it speaks to the soul--'tis an oracle sweet1 ,his token1 ,his promise and bond ,that1 tho' passing thro' change that leads down thro' the tomb1 ,there's a beautiful ,springtime beyond4 ,life's ,shuttle4 ,the ,shuttle went flying ,with sympathy sighing1 ,while it shot all the gold weft with threadings of woe4 ,there was murmured complaining1 ,the ,shuttle arraigning-- ,that grief1 with the joy1 was unwound in the throw4 ,a whispered regretting3-- 8,no blessing forgetting1 ,god knoweth thy needs--it is ,his to bestow3-- ,from ,,love ,i'm receiving ,the woof ,i am weaving40 ,the ,shuttle's reproof was subduing and low1 ,and1 blent with ,time's beating1 ,i heard it repeating ,the lesson it taught in love's tenderest flow4 ,aye1 softly it chanted this simple refrain-- 8',tis wisdom that mingles the sorrow and pain4 ,the sunlight1 that gilds1 with its glory the earth1 ,would blight with its blaze1 but for clouds and the rain1 ,and lives would be arid and smitten with dearth ,if beamed on forever with joy and mirth-- ,in blessing ,i weave in the sorrow and pain40 ,springtime4 ,when meadows are strewn with the buttercup's gold1 ,there's gladness for childhood that song never told2 ,the laugh of a child1 bubbling up from the heart1 ,is linked with the spring1 a most beautiful part4 ,a bevy of children--sweet far away dream6-- ,they trip o'er the sward1 lit with dandelion gleam-- ,we'll join in their sports with a heartiness true2 ,our own vanished springtime1 with them1 we'll renew4 ,the woods1 7that are reached by a romp thro' the lane ,where the grass is made velvet by sunshine and rain7 ,have infinite beauty1 in blossom outspread-- ,delights for the gods in the fragrance they shed4 ,come1 drink in the perfume of blossoming trees-- ,take lessons of patience from murmuring bees1 ,and listen to brooklets--they'll sing you a song ,as1 wild in their glee1 they go leaping along4 ,come1 watch the wild birds as they cheerily dart-- ,their music1 with sunshine1 take into your heart-- ,let the gladness of childhood thrill you1 and be gay1 ,thus keeping your soul in perpetual ,may4 ,when ,nature is robing her forests anew1 ,and heaven spreads over her loveliest blue-- ,when earth is aglow with spring's ravishing bloom1 ,ingratitude only sits shrouded in gloom4 ,for ,insomnia4 ,when ,somnus is giddy and flies from my pillow1 ,and care's elfin throngs come to vex me-- ,when mem'ry1 perverse1 all the sweet things forgetting1 ,will mention but those that perplex me1 ,i ask that monotony's rigid insistence ,shall drive out the gibberous crew2 ,they flee from his presence--will hie back to elfland1 ,where their ,night shade and astrofell grew-- ,ask thought for a theme that's subduing in power-- ,the sea1 with its billows all hushed to a calm-- ,not mantled with darkness1 but lit with the sunset1 ,when ,day1 unto ,evening1 is chanting her psalm4 ,all life's petty griefs in the grandeur evanish1 ,the spirit is freed from its thrall1 ,and unto the faint heart a trustfulnesss whispers1 8,be brave--there's a ,god over all40 99 99 99 99 99 ,in fancy ,i launch on the shimmering sea ,that's lighting with glory its waters for me2 ,like a sprite of the ocean the boat seems to glide1 ,as lightly the oars dip the opaline tide1 ,till out in expanses1 afar from the shore1 ,away from life's din and tumultuous roar ,where1 gently ,i'm rocked on the breast of the deep1 ,while symphonic waves woo the ,lethe of ,sleep4 ,a broad1 shining pathway is westward unrolled-- ,i watch the bright wavelets1 with tresses of gold1 ,run out in wild play to the visual rim ,where the sky bends to kiss them in distance so dim1 ,till thought is enchanted--anxiety flees1 ,and weariness slips into somnolent ease2 ,the silences seem to have rhythmical beat-- ',tis footfalls of wakefulness1 now in retreat4 ,forgetfulness softly creeps into the mind1 ,suspecting no trace of resistance to find1 ,but wakefulness turns back1 commands and forbids-- ,yet1 ,slumber steals past her and touches the lids2 ,then ,morpheus bears me away in his arms ,to his realm that's swept of all fears and alarms ,where1 lulled with his stupors1 of poppy and rose1 ,i dreamily1 dreamily sink to repose4 ,mother4 ,when evening falls softly1 with far away dreaming1 ,oft steals o'er my spirit a rapturous seeming-- ,i feel the light touch of her hand as of old1 ,when bending above me with good night caresses1 ,she lovingly pushed back the long heavy tresses1 ,and smoothed out the tangles of gold4 ,touch memory's harp in the silence of even1 ,and loved ones will leave e'en the raptures of heaven1 ,and come to us then when the gates are ajar3 ,with mother's face1 ever most central and tender1 ,they light all the ,past with a rosy-hued splendor ,and the soul's secret chamber's unbar4 ,from hidden recesses they bring out its treasures-- ,among them are shining youth's dream-lighted pleasures1 ,when mother-love blent with1 and hallowed them all2 ,the haunts that the years with their sunsets have gilded1 ,the castles of beauty that child-fancy builded1 ,all come in the gloaming at memory's call4 ',twas down by the river1 where bluebells were sweetest ,and swift-footed hours forever ran fleetest1 ,enthralled by the charm1 that ,i loved most to roam-- ,to watch where the sunshine and ripple wove wimples1 ,like smiles1 on a rosy face1 dancing with dimples1 ,forgetful of duty till mother called home4 ,right-angled with the river-bank's water-worn ledges ,the forest and farm knit their raveled-out edges1 ,in a brambled rail-fence4 ,from the pasture's green field1 ,thro' the edge of the woodland1 a path1 fringed with mosses ,and bushy green tangles with clematis flosses1 ,half the charms of the deep wood revealed4 ,when sunset was tinting each shadowy hollow ',twas gladness1 the kine1 from the pasture1 to follow ,and dream1 as ,i wandered1 of fairy and gnome-- ,to loiter 'mong ferns1 with great trees spreading over1 ,and breathe the perfume of wild roses and clover ,enrapt1 until mother called home4 ,i'm lingering now on the banks of the ,river-- ,the sunset of ,time on its ripples a-quiver-- ,how peaceful the flowing--no turmoil or foam-- ,a luminous mist o'er the landscape is falling-- ,the evening has come1 ,i hear a voice calling1-- ',tis mother's voice calling me home4 ,eoline's ,dream4 ,one long day of toil was ending1 ,and my head was hot with pain ,when a thought1 akin to envy1 ,racing thro' my throbbing brain1 ,muttered to my fevered fancy 8,only wealth has power to please-- ,rocking in the lap of riches ,life were fair as summer seas40 ,wealth for me would bridge the ocean1 ,open ,europe's storied lore1 ,rome and ,greece1 with art and beauty1 ,each would open wide her door2 ,these my hungering soul had longed for-- ,oft they seemed within my clasp1 ,but like gold beneath the rainbow ,they escaped my eager grasp4 ,how ,i spurned the homely hangings ,that in poverty were wrought1 ,e'en the couch1 whose dingy plushings ,now in weariness ,i sought4 8,common things10 ,i said1 repining1 8,ne'er for me can blessing hold02 ,but the ,sun1 just then declining1 ,flooded all with molten gold4 ,and a benison1 descending ,on the wings of closing day1 ,soothed and hushed my wild complaining-- ,drove the evil sprite away-- ,brought before me my possessions1 ,richest in the long array1 ,wealth of home1 where all my dear ones ,make it bright with love1 alway4 ,lightly drooped the shining fringes ,of the evening's twilight hour1 ,while the playful1 roving zephyr ,gently kissed each folding flower2 ,softly gliding into dreamland ,on the sunset's gilded car1 ,soon for me1 his golden splendor ,wrapped all objects1 near and far4 ,in his grand effulgent shimmer 8,common things10 grew strangely bright2 ,and my home became a palace ,all resplendent in the light2 ,e'en the russet garb of labor1 ,if unstained by deed of shame1 ,there outshone imperial purple1 ,with its throne and titled name4 ,sweeter than the grand exotics1 ,were my lillies1 pure and white-- ,all was beauty--all about me ,whispered to me--8,life is bright10 ,and its sweetest flowers are blooming ,in the toil-worn paths of earth1 ,and its purest gems will sparkle ,on the brow of honest worth4 ,diamonds1 oft1 are but the tear-drops ,avarice wrings from orphaned trust1 ,and his gorgeous1 gilded trappings ,steal their hues from hearts he's crushed4 ,more ,i saw in raptured dreaming-- ,seraphs holding crowns of gold1 ,beckoning up the shining pathway ,where the gates of ,rest unfold4 ,some whose wealth did bow them earthward ,sought for this to enter in1 ,others1 wearing robes of priesthood1 ,thought that these absolved from sin2 ,but no easier passed the portal1 ,those in purple1 cowl1 or gown2-- ,he who bore life's burden's bravely1 ,won the race and wore the crown4 99 99 99 99 99 ,then a touch of dimpled fingers ,woke my heart with mother-joy-- ,golden head upon my bosom-- ,tired1 sleepy1 baby boy ,poured a wealth of love and kisses ,on the lips that had complained4 ,he 7sweet angel6--,god had sent him7 ,quick the demon1 ,envy1 chained4 ,our ,own4 ,not all we name as friends1 the soul receives as such1 ,nor ever those whose lip-born love weaves smoothest claim2 ,those only who1 to ours1 give genial spirit touch ,can light that hidden shrine with friendship's holy flame4 ',tis by this sign the friends ,god made for us are known2 ,dear ones6 ,we count their names as precious gems which lie ,within the hearts most sacred place--its very own-- ,a circlet bright that's bound by sympathy's silken tie4 ,there's still another bond for which no word is found-- ,a gift of ,his1 so high the minds extremest reach ,doth fail to find it name1 or ontologic bound1 ,tho' undefined--beyond the subtlest grasp of speech1 ,this wondrous1 unseen realm1 to spirit sense1 remains1 ,and o'er its lines the soul1 to kindred soul1 conveys ,joy's glad1 exultant flash1 or sorrow's woeful pains1 ,which1 thro' this gift divine1 love's tenderness allays4 99 99 99 99 99 ',tis sweet in twilight's hush1 when noisy day has fled ,and evening's azure glows with beauty's single star-- ,when roses1 gemmed with dew1 their richest fragrance shed1 ,to feel the silence thrill with signals from afar ,feel the thought-lines warmly pulsing with a message from ,,our ,,own-- ,to know the call of dear ones1 as we know the breath of flowers1 ,and catch love's fond impulsion1 thro' this mystic ,psychephone1 ,trembling on the stillness of the dreamy1 evening hours4 ,thro' distance1 o'er these subtile1 sentient threads of mind1 ,we feel1 by finest sense1 our answering heart-beats throb ,till every fluttering1 white-winged joy doth find ,response1 and every grief a sympathetic sob4 ,o1 blessed bond6 ,it links us to the ,life ,divine6 ,thro' this our prayers may reach the holy ,fount of ,love-- ,the league of kinship which these spirit cords entwine1 ,by fervent sway of soul1 is felt in realms above4 ,wounded ,faith4 ,mine open enemy hath no power to wound-- ,his poison shafts fall hurtless to the ground2 ,he may wreak a treach'rous lynx-like deed ,and yet will never cause my heart to bleed4 ,if he should glare on me in hottest hate1 ,with tiger fierceness1 plan the direst fate1 ,with claws distended1 lusting for the roon1 ,i'd smile and do him kindness over soon1 ,or1 give a sure nepenthe for his wrath ,by silent1 strewing favors in his path4 ,but when those to whom my heart is bound in trust1 ,with aim concealed1 make unexpected thrust1-- ,when those ,i'd counted friends1 as friends had served1 ,whose joy and weal my strongest effort nerved-- ,if ,,they shall stab and gaze with hungry eyes ,to catch my wince of pain1 'neath friendship's guise1 ,then1 a wound is made1 that all the quivering senses feel-- ,a wound1 that only trusted friends could deal2 ,and1 saddest hurt of all1 the heart will find1 ,the same stab struck its faith in human kind4 8,destiny40 ,she freighted a thistle-down once with a wish1 ,and gave to the breeze with her breath2 ,the ,fates were to hold its invisible leash ,and1 if to be granted ere death1 ,bring back1 at her will1 to her out-reaching hand ,this wealth-laden embassy sent4 ,unheeding her will and its pleading command1 ,up1 up toward the zenith it went1 ,till will1 it would seem1 at the last had controlled1 ,when1 earthward it came1 like a fairy rigged sail-- ,came straight toward the hand that was eager to hold ,the zephyr-tossed feather1 whose course should unveil ,what ,destiny held1 in the ,future concealed-- ,life's weightiest questions decide4 ,almost within grasp and it wavered and reeled1 ,then1 mounting again the etherial tide1 ,it floated--was lost in the depths of the blue4 ,that thistle down1 swayed by a pulse of the air1 ,had wrecked her heart's hopes on the rocks of despair1 ,as billows of ocean rich argosies strew4 ,now listless and faithless she sits on the shore ,where ,time's restless surge casts its wrack at her feet2 ,she sees not the sunshine--hears only the roar ,of dark1 sullen waves as they ceaselessly beat4 ,in ,fate-ridden weakness she shrinks from all strife-- ,lets ,destiny's elves to her fancy repeat ,the early 8decrees0 that have shadowed her life-- ,no effort essays that might wreak a defeat-- ,just waits for the stroke of pale ,atropos' knife4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a faith in the hidden controllings of ,,fate1 ,enchains1 with its might1 even ,reason and ,will3 ,in wreakless inaction her devotees wait ,for the slow-turning grind of her mill--,let circumstance bind them with torturing gyves1 ,pass doors that would open to ,industry's keys ,and when1 with his braided pangs1 ,poverty drives1 ,receive all his lashings as 8,fortune's decrees40 ,e'en tho' ,opportunity's latch-string is out1 ,they1 shelterless1 wait for events to compel1 ,and deem themselves goaded by ,destiny's knout ,while held in the toils of her mystical spell4 ,credulity1 ,sloth and their following throngs ,forever are weaving entangling snares-- ',tis not till a victim is bound with their thongs1 ,to thwart his endeavor that ,destiny dares4 ,bring ,,will to the front--strike ,destiny down1 ,and throttle the ,fate that would hinder success-- ,you'll find that dame ,fortune will put off her frown ,and yield1 for past sufferings1 an ampleredress4 ,unclaimed4 ,just beyond the reach of thought1 ,just beyond the grasp of mind ,is a sense of ,presence--fraught ,with blessing--felt1 yet undefined4 ,at times it seems a wondrous power-- ,a strength1 awaiting ,faith's command-- ,for trusting soul1 a proffered dower1 ,that's held by ,love's omniscient hand4 ,is it the gift1 reserved of ,god ,for those whom ,faith brings nearest ,him8-- ,the power that smote the rock8--the rod ,that rives the fountain's brim1 ,that all ,his thirsty souls may drink8 8,o1 ye of little faith10 ,he cries-- ,so many faithless ,peters sink1 ,and the proffered power dies4 ,death4 ,when thou1 ,o ,death1 art come to be the old man's guest ,who1 bowed beneath the heavy weight of toil and years1 ,so longeth for thy rest1 ,or to the weary mother1 looking through her tears1 ,to the bright celestial shore ,where her loved have gone before1 ,then1 truly1 thou art blest4 ,to them the ties that bound are broken1 all1 ,and they will stretch glad hands of welcome unto thee ,who comes to break their thrall-- ,to slip the leash of weary life and set them free2 ,they1 impatient1 wait release ,to pass the golden gates of ,peace ,and gladly list thy call4 ,but1 in ,love's young home1 where ,life is one bright1 pulsing sea ,of joy and hope1 thy summons hath heart-breaking sound1 ,like cruel ,fate's decree2 ,as tho' alone1 by stealth1 she had thy gyves unbound1 ,when thou hadst to this ,eden crept ,and wrought1 while guardian angels slept1 ,what ,envy's dream might be4 ,we feel the surging depth of ,sorrow's stifled cry1 ,yet in thy presence1 helpless1 dumb with grief1 we stand ,and silent question--,why8-- ,why budding life is frozen by thine icy hand1 ,why yielded to thy devastating claim ,are all the loveliest of earth1-- ,e'en ,god's sweetest1 dearest gift of birth-- ,a mother-love1 ,which is for life's most holy joys1 the precious name4 ,while cloud-depths veil in gloom the steely form of truth1 ,the heart1 athrob with grief1 still questions why3-- ,ah1 why ,love's brightly burning flame ,is ever smothered by thy breath1-- ,its altar1 dark and cold1 whereon dead ashes lie2-- ,oh6 why are love1 and hope1 and youth1 ,all left within thy grasp1 ,o1 ,death8 ,night-,blooming ,cereus4 ,birth of darkness6 bloom of night6 ,bringing me such rare delight2 ,floating charm1 thy rich perfume ,stirs the lagging1 weary brain1 ,hushes all the thoughts of gloom1 ,soothes or dulls the pangs of pain4 ,this floral wonder1 glistening white1 ,scorning ,day's broad1 glaring light1 ,in the sacred stillness now ,beams in beauty on my sight1 ,as the star on evening's brow ,beams upon a moonless night4 ,like a rainbow on the skies1 ,looked for1 yet a glad surprise-- ,like a meteor's flash and gleam ,crossing midnight's sullen gloom1 ,like the fairy forms of dream ,is this wondrous1 starry bloom4 ,tell me lovely1 mystic flower1 ,why you gem this gruesome hour8 ,were the jasper gates ajar8 ,did the ,night1 from angel's crown1 ,pluck for us its brightest star1 ,and cast the gleaming jewel down8 ,o1 thou1 pearly1 radiant flower6 ,why give ,night such wealth of dower8 ,why with anthers1 dipped in gold1 ',round a carpel1 rosy red1 ,wait in darkness to unfold1 ,and thy queenly beauty spread8 ,now a sentient presence seeming-- ,ah6 it whispers1 or ,i'm dreaming3 8,an evangel ,i'm to thee1 ,with this message from the ,past2 ,how e'er full life's joys may be1 ,like my bloom they may not last4 ,throngs are gone--the voices stilled ,that once these halls with gladness filled2 ,here1 with thee1 ,i stand alone ,where1 before ,night's ebon throne1 ,silence holy1 waits to bear ,from thy heart its inmost cry1 ,wrought into such fervent prayer ,as doth bring ,god's presence nigh40 ,my ,muse4 ,she wanders on1 at her sweet will1 ,thro' gloomy vales or paths of pleasure1 ,nor asks the world if grave1 or gay1 ,shall be her theme and measure4 ,she scorns the stilty1 stiff ,rondeau ,that artizans must fashion1 ,but loves the brooklets romping flow ,and ,nature's gush of passion4 ,tho' common use has smoothly worn ,the ,sonnet's polished fetter1 ,she wonders how its chains are borne ,when freedom's range is better4 ,the triolet she never tries-- ,she'd lose in such endeavor ,the glory of the sunset skies1 ,the music of the river4 ,my muse is not a ,hellenese ,with bright1 ,olympian halo1 ,but that strong1 helpful one1 that feels ,the heart-throbs of her fellow4 ,she lifts me from the slough1 ,despond-- ,bids ,nature hush my sighing ,by crooning for me sweetest song1 ,while in her bosom lying4 ,the violets1 the ,spring first kissed1 ,to us1 are sweet as heather-- ,we climb the hills1 thro' shining mist1 ,in ,autumn's golden weather4 ,when1 ,lotus-drugged1 ,ambition sleeps1 ,she whispers--8,come up higher0-- ,thro' starry fields of azure deeps ,i'm led and feasted by her4 ,she breaks the locks which golden keys ,could only open to me1 ,and kindly joins her gift1 with ,art's1 ,earth's grandest views to show me4 ,while those who sing for fame and crown ,must bide the ,poet's tether1 ,dear ,muse and ,i will wander down ,thro' ,freedom's vale1 together4 ',tis sweet to us1 the path we tread-- ,all ,nature's song is ours1 ,her wildest scenes1 the stars o'erhead ,and all her fragrant flowers4 ,we ,never ,know4 ,ah1 me6 we never know ,what cold1 wild winds may blow ,across the springtime's balmy promise1 sweet-- ,by what untimely frost ,the fruit germs may be lost1 ,and rosy petals beaten down with sleet4 ,the eyes that glow tonight ,with childhood's loving light1 ,to-morrow may1 with pallid lids be veiled-- ,the bounding pulse be stilled1 ,life's crimson current chilled1 ,and rich1 red lips with ,death's cold kisses paled4 ,we never know the fate ,so near1 until too late2 ,tho' oft the black-winged demon's shadow falls ,in heavy gloom upon the heart-- ,a thousand dreads upstart1 ,yet onward1 all1 until the shock appalls4 ,warm love anticipates1 ,with open arms awaits1 ',till hissing wires the stunning message brings4 ,oh1 ,god6 the wild despair ,that hushes e'en the voice of prayer1 ,and makes the soul forget all offerings4 ,such sudden1 crushing grief6 ,hope1 rising1 scouts belief1 ,but falls down1 prone1 before the sorrow-flashing wires4 ,hear ,sympathy's whispered tone1 ,oh1 ye1 who sit alone1 ,with but the light of memory's altar fires4 ,a ,june in ,childhood4 ,i stood in the flush of an evening in ,june ,when leafage and blossom and fragrance triune1 ,crown this1 of the months1 the most queenly and fair2 ,the clover and roses had poured on the air ,a nectar ,i drank with enjoyment rare2 ,baptized in this flood of ecstatic delight ,my child eyes were blessed with miraculous sight4 ,o1 gladly ,i'd yield up the wisdom of years1 ,if gazing out now1 thro' the mist of my tears1 ,i could think as ,i tho't in that beautiful dream1 ,that the gates were ajar1 and the shimmer and gleam ,of golden-paved streets on that silvery stream1 8,the ,river of ,life0--shining thro' in the west1 ,gave us a bright glimpse of the home of the blest4 ,i saw1 as ,i gazed with my dream-lighted eyes1 ,a broad1 gilded stairway let down from the skies1 ,and angels came out with their robings of white1 ,all 'broidered and shining with flosses of light1 ,and bound on each brow with a coronet bright1 ,was a veil of soft gossamer1 fold upon fold1 ,with amethyst border1 and flutings of gold4 ,and spread on the sky1 to my glorified view1 ,was a foam crested ocean1 pavillioned with blue2 ,bright islands of azure thro' cloud-rifts were seen1 ,then sunk1 like ,atlantis1 in billowy sheen3 ,while ships1 that ,i fancied from shores evergreen1 ,afloat on its bosom1 at anchor would ride1 ,or cut with their prows thro' the rose-tinted tide4 ,some angels sailed far1 where the cloud-waves grew dark1 ,in boats that were graceful as gondolier's barque1 ,and those ,i tho't sailing far over the seas ,to watch over missions and little ,burmese2 ,then others swept down1 where the glory-crowned trees ,hid them on the stairs1 but ,i knew from that band ,some went to each household1 all over the land1 ,where children would whisper 8,i lay me to sleep1 ,send angels dear ,father1 my spirit to keep ,thro' midnight and darkness1 to guard me from harm1 ,to give me sweet dreams1 and to shield from alarm-- ,to watch me till morning dawns1 rosy and warm1 ,or1 dying before1 let them bear me above ,to the bosom of ,jesus1 on pinions of love40 99 99 99 99 99 ,these memories float in on the fragrance to night1 ,while sunset is veiling in glory the light1 ,and seasons1 repeating in cyclical rune1 ,bring forward in beauty1 rose-garlanded ,june2 ,all earth seems an altar with flowers o'erstrewn-- ',tis ,nature's thank offering--my heart is in tune ,with her grand ,de ,profundis1 now rolling in praise2 ,send angels1 dear ,father1 a grown-up child prays1 ,and a rose-wreathed ,june for my sunset of days4 ,goldenrod4 ,o1 ,goldenrod1 bright goldenrod6 ,it fringes all the wayside hedges1 ,and makes the forest mantle rich ,with lovely tasseled edges4 ,it lights with sunshine of its own ,each dark1 neglected dingle1 ,and links itself with memories of ,the cheery1 old-time ingle4 ,despite the summer's burning drought1 ,it blooms profuse and bright as ever1 ,and where spring fountains rippled forth ,with laughter to the river1 ,it kisses now their parching lips ,to woo their music mellow1 ,and wreaths our dying flowers with ,an aureole of yellow4 ,it gaily lifts its nodding plumes ,above decay's inceptive traces1 ,and hides beneath its cloth-of-gold ,the season's fading graces4 ,bright goldenrod6 'tis autumn's crown ,and summer's sunset glory-- ,each blooming-time is new with joy ,as ,love's old charming story4 ,an ,evening in ,june4 ,glory won 'gainst beauty's brush in painting sunset skies1 ,but paling now1 upon the hills in rosy languor lies3 ,all breathing life1 with her1 seems panting for a cooling breeze1 ,for winds have stopped 'mid ocean isles1 to toss the gleaming spray ,and spicy odors rich1 along the golden path of day2 ,and motionless1 awaiting ,beauty's ,star1 stand all the trees1 ,while ,erse1 from her stores1 besprinkles earth with gems1 ,from mantling robes of green1 to flower-broidered hems4 ,but mortals1 restless aye1 will burden all life's golden hours ,with low complainings1 forgetting bounty's blessing showers1 ,impatient1 beg the one withheld for other days and needs1 ,nor see the plan inwoven1 that the world's wide hunger feeds2 ,nor ken the flashes on the sultry air1 above the plain1 ,are the wings of ripening angels1 sweeping o'er the grain4 ,yosemite4 ,with humbled heart1 subdued and awed ,i look on thee1 ,thou time-defying granite pile2 with senses rapt ,behold thee1 grand and world-renowned--,,yosemite-- ,thy spray-enwreathing stream-- ,thy rock-walled vale and sunset clouds1 all glory capped ,with evanescent gleam4 ,aye1 gaze and wondering gaze1 until the centuries swing ,their massive doors ajar1 and glimpses give when ,earth was young2 ,but farthest grasp of human thought but weakling reasons bring ,to solve thy problem vast2 ,in vain the ,present asks the voiceless silences that hung ,their mysteries o'er the ,past-- ,the far1 dim ,past1 that wrapped our sphere in shoreless sea-- ,the mantling gloom1 that swathed its infancy in mist1 ,while yet our central orb did wait ,omnipotent decree ,to bless the world with ,light-- ,ere ,day's first1 smiling morn with rosy beams had kissed ,away the brooding night4 ,what engine wrought in ,nature's great completing plan ,to ope for thee thy chasm's broad1 abysmal deeps8 ,was it the glacier's ponderous plow1 that smoothed for man ,the verdant1 fertile plain1 ,or1 rolling waters that thro' circling eons1 wore thy steeps ,with solemn1 sad refrain8-- ,or from ,earth's central fires1 did fierce1 volcanic throes ,expel1 in molten mass1 the elemental rock1 ,that o'er the wilds to mountain majesty arose1 ,and while yet warm with throbbing strain1 ,did earthquake rend with pole-disturbing shock1 ,thy mighty walls amain8 ,o1 puny mind6 be still and catch the chant sublime1 ,of ,nature's psalm1 that here is poured in never ending praise2 ,accept the truth that ,god1 by ,his right hand1 did raise ,these templed rocks1 to stand thro' an eternity of time1 ,an altar place of worship1 where ,all nations come1 and every heart an offering lays ,of mingled praise and prayer4 ,blight1 or ,blessing4 8,but saddest is the tho't of joys ,that never yet were tasted40--,john ,hay4 ,and yet the heart will never turn1 ,tho' all its wealth beside were wasted-- ',twill never cease to plead and yearn ,for joys it covets1 yet untasted3 ,and at its secret altar kneeling1 ,whereon the life an offering lies1 ,the soul will lift its one appealing ,for joy that ,wisdom still denies4 ,it watches for the longed-for beaming ,with hidden1 cherished1 fond delight1 ,as tho' the hoping1 wishing1 dreaming ,could make the shadowed pathway bright2 ,as tho' from out some shining mist1 ,by radiant bow of promise kissed1 ,that joy might come1 to bless it yet ,and soothe the pain of long regret4 ,tho' at our feet fall blessing showers1 ,all worthless in our grasp they seem1 ,de-gloried1 as are withered flowers1 ,if still denied the soul's fond dream4 ,for lack of it--that single joy1-- ,the life is robbed of sweet employ2 ,each cup seems blent with ,upas drips1 ,each day seems gloomed with cold eclipse4 ,sweet sleep will sometimes give the boon1-- ,possession's own supreme delight1-- ,oh1 sad that ,day dissolves so soon ,the bright1 warm vision--gift of ,night6 ,brief joy6 ,the rapturous dream diffused1 ,swims round the soul like golden mist1 ,and life a moment seems suffused ,with dawn's own rose and amethyst4 ,and shall it be1--this sorest need-- ,to us1 eternal1 haunting loss8 ,or will this spirit-hunger lead ,up1 from this life-enduring cross1 ,with sentience large1 evolved by this1 7,when change the mortal veil shall rift17 ,to take our own supremest bliss ,from ,god's infinitudes of gift8 ,o1 ,for a ,rainy ,day4 ,,by ,,request4 ,these days are hot1 and dry1 and dreary2 ,the burning sun seems never weary ,the vine lies limp on the thirsty earth-- ,the grass grows sere in the long1 long dearth-- ,the days are dusty1 hot and dreary4 ,the sky is cloudless1 brassy1 dreary1 ,the wind seems ever languid1 weary ,but hope still clings to the gifts of the ,past-- ,we trust that the rain will come at last ,and the days be damp and cheery4 ,o1 clouds sweep o'er1 veil the sun's hot shining6 ,with copious rains1 come1 hush all repining1 ,swell the shrunken grains of the sun-burnt lands1 ,with new1 green grass clothe the arid sands1 ,then the days will be bright and cheery4 ,august1 #ahie4 ,the ,great ,poet4 ,upon ,parnassian heights he walked and gazed below2-- ,from wing of ,jove's high soaring bird he plucked his pen2 ,attuned to poet soul1 his lofty numbers flow-- ,his stately verse ne'er stoops to common needs of men4 ,the earth-born1 toiling throng1 he saw1 but from afar2 ,no interlinking brotherhood bound him to them2 ,for them no warmth his glory shed--a cold1 bright star1 ,on which they gazed as on a costly1 dazzling gem4 ,to those who nearest reach his altitude of thought ,he bends himself to speak1 but yet1 with lofty mien2 ,of these1 but few1 familiar comradship1 have sought2 ,they stand1 his far1 dim height and earth's green vales1 between1 ,to take his gift1 which often falls like vivid lightning flashes1 ,and crystalize1 and link for comprehension's reach-- ,they trace his subtle thread1 entangled with the shining meshes ,of universal lore1 and weave in wefts of wondrous speech4 ,sometimes1 it seems1 an idea vast1 his measure strains1 ,when he doth crush the whole1 as quartz is crushed for gold1 ,and then1 reject and cleanse1 until there's naught remains ,of quartz or dross4 ,the massive idea we behold ,upon his page1 aglow in shining1 golden grains4 ,then alchemistic souls1 in study's crucial heat1 ,must fuse and integrate--must clothe1 and warm1 ,and breathe into it soul1 when lo1 with life replete1 ,the world will praise for breadth and depth1 embracing form4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in this bright world of ours ,god placed some humble ones ,with loving hearts1 o'erwelling with sweet tenderness2 ,they soothe the wounds of war1 they cheer earth's toiling sons ,and where grief broods these faithful ones are there to bless2 ,and e'en when fiends come forth with pestilential breath ,to pour their reeking poisons on the stagnant air1 ,forgetting self1 they wrestle long with ,death1 ,and1 with devotion's strength1 the black-winged demon1 dare4 ,tho' humble these1 their elder ,brother sits enthroned ,at ,god's right hand2 ,his golden words1 impressive1 deep1 ,still speak to us in sweet monition1 gentle toned1 8,if ye love me feed my lambs1--aye feed my sheep40 ,o1 many sheep have need of thee4 ,go feed them 8,in ,his ,name10 ,or seek that shelterless1 that lone one that has strayed1 ,nor deem thy labor lost because1 unknown to fame1 ,for whoso lifts the cup1 by which there's one soul's thirst allayed1 ,the same shall eat of hidden manna4 ,he is blest of ,god4 ,tho'1 but faintly we can echo the loving ,shepherd's call1 ,we'll find in ,duty's obscure ways1 ,his sweetest blessings fall-- ,in these same1 lowly paths1 earth's sainted ones have trod4 ,it may be grand to tread ,olympian heights and breathe ,ambrosial airs1--to win high praise 'mong those whose souls ,are lit with ,heaven's fire2 but sweeter far to wreathe ,a simple worded song1 whose swelling music rolls ,a tidal wave of feeling1 thrilling into life ,a long chained serfdom4 ,greater mastery of the art ,is his1 who lifts to light1 from savagery and strife1 ,earth's darkened isles--whose pen can touch the world's great heart ,with philanthropic fire1--whose verse has1 throbbing thro' the whole1 ,in sympathy with man1 a loving1 human soul4 ,love's ,riches4 ,rich blessings are scattered around us-- ,why heedlessly trample them down ,and ask for the millionaire's coffers1 ,or sigh for a kingdom and crown8 ,we've ever the sunshine of loving1 ,unmixed with the drosses of gold-- ,its pleasures are not in wealth's giving ,or e'en in its power to withhold4 ,the jewels1 whose splendors we covet1 ,gain much of their sparkle and glow ,from the flutter and tumult of bosoms ,where heart-aches are throbbing below2 ,in palaces1 often1 is hidden ,a skeleton presence of dread1 ,that quenches the flame on ,love's altar ,while hope in the darkness lies dead4 ,a queen may be rich in dominions1 ,have crown and a scepter and throne1 ,yet all of the riches of loving ,to her be forever unknown2 ,far greater the kingdom for woman ,where love is the power--her throne ,in a heart of unswerving devotion1 ,its measureless realms her own4 ,thro' the tapestried halls of the mansion ,the ghost of dead honor may glide-- ,a sense of life's holiest joys departed ,in the lordliest castle abide4 ,tho' the chalice wealth drains should be golden1 ,no sweeter to him is the draught ,than the cup with the sparkle of water1 ,that humble contentment has quaffed4 ,earth's mines1 and her jewel-strewn caverns1 ,with the station that title confers1 ,all poured at her feet1 would not purchase ,the treasure a mother counts hers4 ,ay1 hid in your home you will find them-- ,love's riches--vast treasures untold2 ,more precious than worldly possessions1 ,though counted1 by millions1 in gold4 99 99 99 99 99 ,then let not the demon of envy ,e'er enter the soul to enthrall2 ,the ,father is tenderly watching-- ,is keeping a record of all4 ,rewards we have missed in our earth-life ,we'll find in that mansion above1 ,all decked with the beauties of ,heaven ,and lighted with ,infinite ,love4 ,complainings4 ,never a dove came to nestle by me1 ,but green-eyed ,envy was there to see-- ,soiling its plumage of spotless white1 ,making it vile as a raven of night4 ,never a rose in my garden was born1 ,but was surrounded by many a thorn4 ,never a sweet but was mingled with gall-- ,and freedom1 forever1 is shadowed by thrall2-- ,fruit1 that looked luscious while hanging in view1 ,is blighted ere ripe1 by a blistering dew2 ,gold1 that we gather and count as a joy1 ,has little of pleasure and much of alloy2 ,jealously burns1 in her caustical fire1 ,my tenderest hope1 with malevolent ire-- ,ashes1 of all1 she has strewn in my path1 ,and mocks at my pain with demoniac laugh4 ,but hush thy complaining1 my heart1 and be still-- ,if ,heaven1 our measure1 with blessings should fill1 ,how soon would the soul with satiety cloy1 ,and life would be robbed of delightsome employ1-- ,incentive would sleep1 and all motive would die1 ,if needs of our nature should utter no cry2 ,but lacking the goal our ambition would gain ,arouses our powers--gives strength to attain4 ,our grandest achievements have birth in the throes ,of ,penury's labor2 and multiplied woes ,but nerve us to action--resist and endure1 ,and highest endeavor gives aid to secure ,success to the valiant in the struggle for right-- ,though failure may sometimes descend like a blight-- ,oft failure is blessing1 that's sent in disguise ,to turn us from groveling to gaze on the skies4 ,then learn through each trial1 my soul1 to rejoice1 ,and e'en from the cloud will ,compassion's own voice ,be heard thro' the gloom1 in response to your cry1 8,fear not the tempest1 my child1 it is ,i40 ,questionings4 ,when the pallid lids have fallen ,o'er the eyes in dreamless sleep-- ,eyes that wake no more with watching ,nor in loneliness will weep1 ,will a touch of pity soften-- ,warm that unimpassioned gaze8 ,for a moment will affection ,hallow all their clouded days8 ,when the heart1 no longer beating1 ,all its painful throbbings o'er-- ,when it stirs life's crimson current ,with its hopes and fears no more1 ,will another heart feel sorrow ,for the stillness resting there8 ,will it for a whole tomorrow ,wear a saddened shade of care8 ,when the weary hands are folded ,for that long unbroken rest1 ,and the spirit wings in freedom ,to its home among the blest1 ,will one tender feeling waken ,in that heart a fond regret1 ,that will last thro' summer's blooming-- ,that will never quite forget8 ,when the lips are cold and silent-- ,hushed for aye their gentle speech1 ,with love's whispers dying on them1 ,will their mute appealing reach ,to the rock-girt fount of feeling8 ,will ,remorse with stinging rod1 ,smite and bring the welling tear-drops ,to bedew the new-laid sod8 ,persecuted4 ,alone1 alone ,i tread the shore ,where surges beat forevermore ,with deaf'ning1 hollow wail2 ,the sky1 o'ercast with angry frown1 ,doth drop the loaded clouds1 low down1 ,to beat me with their hail4 ,and1 helpless here upon the strand ,with no out-reaching friendly hand1 ,i face the roaring sea4 ,with reverent love my soul is stirred1 ,and seeking ,,truth within ,thy word ,i come1 dear ,lord1 to ,thee4 ,aye1 take my hand in thine ,oh1 ,god6 ,and lead me1 where ,thine own have trod1 ,by waters1 pure and sweet4 ,o1 send thy ,comforter to calm ,the aching heart with holy balm1 ,and keep me at thy feet6 ,nature's gift had been more kind ,if a pulpy1 plastic mind1 ,to fit1 with ease1 their mold2 ,then self-assumed1 8straight orthodox0 ,had gathered me1 with petted flocks1 ,within the church's fold4 ,o1 loving ,christ6 ,am ,i not thine8 ,and ,thy disciples1 truly mine1 ,each my sister or my brother1 ,by the heritage of heaven-- ,by the new commandment given1 ,that we all love one another8 ,o1 help me ,lord with thee to pray6-- 8,forgive them ,father10 ,thou didst say1 8,they know not what they do40 ,may sheltering love1 dear ,lord1 be mine-- ,o1 keep my life thine1 only thine1 ,my soul to conscience true6 ,o1 ,kindly ,speak4 ,the chiding word that chills the flow ,of warm child-feeling1 ere it gush ,in sparkling jets1 to catch the glow ,and tinge of ,life's bright morning flush1 ,is the human thunder-bolt--its path ,is marked by dwarfed and shrunken minds1 ,souls scarred1 as trees by lightning scath1 ,which show1 like them1 the spoiler's lines4 ,he ,is ,risen4 ,crown of all our joys supernal ,is the hope of life eternal2 ,burst in bloom ye lillies white6 ,wreathe the altar and the cross1-- ,dawn is born of brooding night1 ,heaven's joy of earthly loss1-- ,he is ,risen6 ,in the starry fields of ,heaven ,mansions bright1 to us1 are given3 ,triumph o'er the grave ,he won ,in the resurrection morn-- ,life eternal is begun1 ,hope to all the world is born1 ,he is ,risen6 ,he hath passed thro' ,heaven's portal1 ,we1 thro' ,him have life immortal-- ,death is met with faith and trust-- ,the tomb is lighted by ,his love2 ,earth may claim the crumbling dust-- ,souls will dwell with ,christ above4 ,he is ,risen6 ,think not thou art left forsaken ,tho' by sorrow's tempest shaken2 ,from ,his son1 ,god veiled his face-- ,heaven's light was e'en withdrawn1 ,but the cruel cross made place ,for the glorious ,easter dawn-- ,he is ,risen6 ,the ,christ4 ,in olive-crowned ,gethsemane1 ,alone the ,savior sought the power ,that wrought through him at ,galilee1 ,to stay the tide of that dark hour4 ,with grief bowed soul he prayed1 but grace ,was ,his1 to say3 8,thy will be done40 ,from ,christ the ,father veiled his face ,and gave the world ,his only ,son4 ,tho' ,his displeasure hid the day1 ,spread brooding terror o'er the land1 ,tho' yielding hate its earth-born sway1 ,o'er-ruling ,love in wisdom planned2 ,while human might did glut its greed ,with nod of law to sanction crime1 ,a good1 by higher law decreed1 ,went forth1 encircling earth and time4 ,far-reaching1 'twas to win the world-- ,their cruel deeds of blinded rage-- ,their mocking taunts like hell-brands hurled1 ,still echo from the sacred page2 ,that bitter cup--the crown of thorn ,upon ,his suffering1 sinless brow-- ,that wail1 adown the ages borne-- ,are loving worship winning now4 ,o6 blot the hard1 blasphemous creed1 8,a sacrifice for wrath of ,god20 ,and teach the world 'twas human deed ,that stained with blood ,golgotha's sod4 ,the reeling earth and darkened sun ,proclaimed aloud ,jehovah's frown2 ,yet taught us that ,his holy one ,had by life's cross won ,heaven's crown4 ,that tho' he passed thro' death--the tomb ,to calm a world in maddened strife1 ,from out its broken bars of gloom ,a joy would beam to beacon life1 ,and bless for us that morning light ,that points the glory path he trod ,from persecution1 death and night1 ,through ,resurrection1 up to ,god4 ',tis through ,his bearing mortal woes ,we feel the throb of ,love ,divine6 ,though wrung with agonizing throes1 ,his words with ,god-like mercy shine2 ,they wake the world to faith and hope-- ,e'en from old ,memnon's music trill1 ,they turn the dusky ,ethiope ,to catch their soul-impassioned thrill4 8,forgive--they know not what they do60-- ,o1 holy prayer6 ,in every tongue ,its tender pleading pulses thro'1 ,as when from ,calvary's cross it rung6-- ,o1 arms of ,love's infinitude6 ,they still reach down to earth from ,heaven ,to bind in one great brotherhood1 ,through ,him1 the rescued world--forgiven4 ,feed ,my ,lambs4 ,jesus said1 with tender pleading1 8,if ye love me1 feed my lambs02 ,thro' ,his word ,he's interceding-- ,feed my lambs1 my precious lambs2 7,chorus7--,if ye love me1 feed my lambs1 ,feed my lambs1 my precious lambs-- ,if ye love me feed my lambs4 ,from the hedges and the highways1 ,bring the lambs all safely in2 ,seek the wanderers in the byways1 ,save them from the blight of sin4 ,if ye love me1 etc4 ,find each little son and daughter1 ,bring them in with tender care2 ,lead them to the crystal water1 ,in the pastures green and fair3-- ,if ye love me1 etc4 ,the ,kingdom of ,heaven4 8,thy kingdom come1 ,thy will be done1 in earth as in ,heaven40 ,o1 the kingdom of ,heaven will come6-- ,when ,his will shall be done ,upon earth1 as above1 ,and victory won ,through a union of love1 ,then1 the kingdom of ,heaven will come4 ,our ,christian ,endeavor ,has linked1 and forever1 ,the lands of all climes ,where the ,savior is known4 ,o1 bright is the morning ,that brings us the dawning ,of the day that's to band1 ,in one army1 ,,his ,,own6 ,o1 the kingdom of heaven will come6 ,when ,christians1 uniting1 ,the common foe fighting ,forget every difference ,of doctrine and creed1 ,and1 hushing their pleading ,for selfish succeeding1 ,beg ,heaven's best gift ,for humanity's need1 ,then the kingdom of ,heaven will come4 ,when fervent in action ,they trample on faction1 ,intolerance1 arrogance1 ,tread them all down1 ,and put forth endeavor1 ,through loving work ever1 ,for the saving of souls ,with no thought of the crown1 ,then1 the kingdom of ,heaven will come4 ,when earnest endeavor-- ,most powerful lever-- ,is thrust under sin ,by all ,christendom's might1 ,its walls will soon crumble-- ,the structure must tumble ,when hotly assailed ,by the legions of ,right1 ,aye1 the kingdom of heaven will come4 ,when ,christians are one1 ,like the ,father and ,son1 ,and sects of all names ,at one altar can kneel1 ,in ,god's love believing1 ,for heaven achieving1 ,this creed and this purpose ,inspiring their zeal1 ,then the kingdom of heaven will come4 ,supplication4 ,o1 thou ,savior1 ,brother1 mine1 ,god's own love and tenderness1 ,sent of ,him with power divine-- ,sent to soothe1 sustain and bless3-- ,light of ,life6 ,oh blessed ,word1 ,be my help6 ,dear ,savior come6 ,hear my spirit's pleading1 ,lord-- ,pleading tho' my lips are dumb4 ,groping now in sorrow's night ,guide1 oh1 guide me1 ,lord1 ,i pray1 ,quicken ,thou my spirit's sight ,that ,i walk in wisdom's way-- ,be ,thou1 ,lord1 a presence nigh-- ,thou canst still the angry sea1 ,thou hast known ,gethsemane-- ,o1 ,compassion1 hear my cry6 ,deep in agony of soul ,mother-love cries up to ,thee-- ,fiends have bound him to the bowl-- ,o1 break his chains and set him free6 ,the ,portrait4 ,o1 arms of protection1 now folded so still6-- ,alone in the world1 so wide and so chill6 ,o1 eyes that would glow in a worshipful gaze6-- ,they'll bless me no more with their love-beaming rays6 ,o1 heart of devotion6 thy warm throbbings o'er ,can give me asylum from sorrow no more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o1 veil it6--this lifeless creation of art-- ,the perfect is sacredly shrined in my heart6 ,not silent1 compassionless1 framed in with gold1 ,nor mantled with shadows of coffin and mould1 ,but youthful and strong and warm with the fire ,that glows in a soul lit with noble desire4 ,ay1 thought gropeth not thro' the darkness and gloom ,where the mortal is held in the bonds of the tomb4 ,,progression is stamped by the hand of ,god's love2 ,the life coming after to this is above6 ,our faith reaches up to the realms of bliss1 ,the sphere ,he has fashioned--the ,home beyond this4 ,the deeds that gave blessing in the pathways of earth ,give impress and form to the ,heavenly birth4 ,that face1 beaming ever with the glorified light ,won here1 in defending convictions of ,right1 ,my soul1 in its holy of holies1 where free ,from earth's thronging distractions in spirit ,i see4 ,this portrait ,i gaze on--the glorified one-- ,and that is1 to this1 as a star1 to the sun4 ,out in the ,woods4 ,glad haunts of the summer6--the dim forest aisles1 ,where ,sylva receives us with welcoming smiles-- ,gives couch of soft mosses1 embowered with vines1 ,and smoothes from the forehead1 care's deep written lines4 ,refreshing1 she brings1 for the world-weary brain ,and soothes1 with her silence1 its fever and pain6-- ,bids ,somnus pour sweets from which restfulness flows1 ,and1 hushing her realm into holiest calm1 ,she lulls the sick soul into gentle repose1 ,while winds1 with the leafage1 are chanting a psalm ,that charms with its rythm4 ,rev'ry's doorways unclose-- ,we slip to forgetfulness--sleep that is balm4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the musical tinkle of the murmuring stream ,gave warp1 for the web1 of a beautiful dream1 ,and woof for the weaving1 the slumber-god chose ,from fragrance of violets1 and queenly wild-rose4 ,the sunshine that sifted thro' the crowns of the trees1 ,made threadings of gold with the shadows of these6 ,the breeze1 touching lightly1 with cool finger tips ,was the kiss of an angel on the tired spirit's lips4 ,o1 the eider-down couches of slumberous ease1 ,and the tapestried halls that the millionaires please1 ,can never1 such rest1 on the weary bestow1 ,as we find in this palace1 where the luxuries grow4 ,majestical forest6--,asylum of ,,rest1 ,where the crowd-jostled soul is ineffably blest-- ,where primeval old trees1 in their grandeur and might1 ,guard ,solitude's shrine1 from the vandal-world's sight2 ,where spice-bearing shrubs1 and the sweet-scented ferns ,float odors as rich as when frankincense burns1 ,and the praise-breathing song of the thrush1 from the boughs1 ,wakes worship unknown thro' the low-muttered vows4 8,first temples of ,god60--and still nearest ,his throne1 ,where the spirit may drink1 at the fountain1 alone1 ,receiving ,his blessing through the still1 small voice1 ,while ,nature's true ,acolytes whisper--rejoice4 ,unforgiven4 ,ah6 that 8,past0--that bitter parting1 ,long ago1 yet vivid seems-- ,oft in midnight's black arms folded ,i have lived it o'er in dreams2 ,as a presence it has shadowed ,every path of life ,i've tried-- ,if ,i joined the festive circle ,it was stalking by my side4 ,if ,i sat at hush of even ,with a sense of love and trust1 ,it would come and stand before me1 ,hissing out the word--unjust2 ,it has stretched its ghostly fingers ,for all blessings to destroy1 ,and has poured its gall and wormwood ,in each lifted cup of joy4 ,had you winged a sweet forgiveness1 ,sent it o'er the 8silent line10 ,it had proved a benediction ,falling on your life and mine4 ,through the years that phantom presence1 ,like a black bird o'er my door1 ,seemed to say1 by silent glowering1 8,i will leave thee nevermore40 ,you can drive this haunting demon1 ,send in place a snowy dove-- ,only breathe the longed for blessing1 ,not youth's fervent tale of love1 ,and on friendship's sacred altar ,light a pure and holy flame1 ,that may burn before the angels ,without blanch or blush of shame4 ,the ,evening and the ,morning4 8,at ,evening time it shall be light40--,bible4 8,the evening twilight of this life meets the morning twilight of the next and they kiss each other40--,l4 ,h4 ,f4 ,when ,life's evening twilight gathers ,darkling shadows from the tomb1 ,then a bright celestial morning ,kisses back the gathering gloom2 ,robed in beauty's bright adorning ,this aurora--dawning glory1 ,kisses back the gathering gloom4 ,when the crimson tide is throbbing ,with the hopes that wildly mount1 ,and the sensuous soul is drinking ,from enjoyment's sparkling fount1 ,then the thoughts will turn with shrinking ,from the coming of life's gloaming-- ,death seems then a ,stygian fount4 ,but when life's weary day is closing-- ,when the lengthening shadows fall1 ,sweetly singing angel voices ,come with blessing in their call6 ,the departing soul rejoices ,with prevision1 of ,elysian1 ,gladly welcoming the call4 ,as the spirit fetters loosen ,and the soul gains greater height1 ,it will see the evening shadows ,meet and kiss the dawning light2 ,and1 dispelling all the shadows1 ,this supernal life eternal1 ,opens into morning light4 ,aye1 the golden gates swing open6 ,to reveal the splendors bright2 ,from ,his throne the glory streaming ,haloes ,death with holy light2 ,angels voicing their rejoicing-- ,heaven's mansions brightly gleaming1 ,flood ,life's evening time with light4 ,the ,unseen4 ,do you feel my spirit with you-- ,feel my kiss upon your lips8 ,doth your heart throb with the message ,that the messenger outstrips8 ,ay1 ,i know your thought1 responding1 ,know this soul-touch is of thine1 ,that you send me tender soothing ,o'er love's subtile1 unseen line4 ,soul to soul can tell its sorrow1 ,sympathy response impart-- ,joy can flash o'er lines of distance1 ,touch and thrill a kindred heart4 ,loneliness6 ,i scarcely know it2 ,loved ones in my spirit's reach ,know my call and give me answer-- ,silence pulses with their speech4 ,we have glimpse of joys1 thro' this one1 ,that await the soul above1 ,where unbroken1 sweet communion ,flows thro' sympathy and love4 ,painting4 ,o1 beauteous ,art6 with heart o'erfilled with joy ,i stand ,and offer up to ,god its silent1 grateful praise ,that ,he1 in blessing1 hath endowed a human hand ,with gifts so near divine2 ,thro' these creations1 warmed to life in ,genius' blaze1 ,doth inspiration shine4 ,here1 oriental scenes are brought within my reach2 ,the beauty of the castled ,rhine1 in softened hues1 ,with fine1 bewitching charm o'er-mastering speech1 ,my raptured gaze enchains2 ,i roam in dream the land whose purple vintage strews ,with wealth its hills and plains4 ,and thus ,i dream and drink the blest enchantment in1 ,that flows from art1 with full1 ineffable delight2 ,forgetting earth is cursed with sorrow1 death and sin1 ,i taste supernal bliss1 ,and1 in this ecstacy of joy1 a world of light1 ,it seems1 hath dropped to this4 ,yet not with those ,i'd join who throng ,art's crowded hall1 ,whose motive is to prove themselves profound in art ,by use of bulky words1 but which1 in strident fall1 ,each hearer doth impress ,with lack of gift to grasp what colors may impart1 ,or canvass may express4 ,nor go with her whose hand1 with long and tedious drill ,has learned to daub with paint--whose tongue1 with flippant ease1 ,can toss artistic nomenclature round at will1 ,yet nothing knows of art-- ,of art's true self1 whose secret power to hold and please ,is soul1 in every part4 ,i'd put the shoes from off my feet1 and then1 alone ,before the work1 would feel ,i stood on holy ground-- ,that there a spirit with its ,god had talked1 and by ,his own ,had been informed1 inspired-- ,aye1 minds should be1 before they range this sacred bound1 ,in thoughtfullness attired4 ,and thus prepared1 ,perception's polished plates receive ,the artist's dream1 that seems with pulsing life aglow1 ,and o'er it ,fancy's magic fingers silent weave ,her draperies so real-- ,we seethe dimpling lake--we hear the streamlets liquid flow1 ,and shadowed coolness feel4 ,the ,christian's ,armor4 ,for the ,band of ,hope4 ,firmly stand1 unyielding wrestle1 ,all ye noble1 earnest1 youth1-- ,you are soldiers--,god is calling1 ,gird yourselves about with truth4 ,wear the helmet of ,salvation-- ,let your feet with peace be shod1 ,turn the fiery darts of evil ,with the shield of 8,faith in ,god40 ,arm you with the ,spirit's weapon1 ',tis ,god's blessed1 holy word1-- ,with the breast-plate of the righteous ,you shall conquer ,satan's horde4 ,then with earnest supplication ,hold the way to ,heaven's throne2 ,by the spirit's true devotion ,god will know and bless his own4 ,to ,my ,friend1 ,,mrs4 ,,anna ,,prichard4 ,and is time old8 ,how swift he runs6 ,his months like birds of passage fly4 ,how slow he rolled a year of suns ,when we were children1 you and ,i1 ,how far away the spring time seemed ,when winter wore his angry frown-- ,an age1 when apple blossoms gleamed ,ere they would drop their fruitage down4 ,then childhood's eager heart was waiting ,for expectations to unfold1 ,and churlish time seemed years belating ,the wished-for blessings to withhold2 ,then ,fancy's fingers held the brush ,and painted all the future bright2 ,its clouds but showed the rosy flush ,each dawn had woven with its light4 ,impatient then1 our youthful feet ,to climb the distant sun clad hills ,where ,pleasure1 from her vintage sweet1 ,for each1 a golden chalice fills--,to stand beneath the shining arch1 ,by rainbow-tinted promise spanned3-- ,what fine advance1 in ,life's grand march1 ,our strong1 young courage planned4 ,but ah6 in life's late afternoon1 ,no worldly wealth1 no laurels won-- ,i grieve that time has fled so soon ,with so much planned1 left all undone2 ,the barren years1 like surf-worn sand1 ,with glints of sun and shadow flecked1 ,are strewn with fragments as the strand ,and show where ,hope's rich cargoes wrecked4 ,no mould of sloth lies o'er the years-- ,no waste of dissipation's fire ,is smoldering in regrets and tears1 ,yet youth's fond dream--intense desire ,a cruel fate has still denied2 ,or1 was it ,heaven's kind decree ,that set that cherished wish aside ,to bring a richer gift to me8 ,there's naught in ,god's infinitude ,of gifts for us1 like home and wife1 ,and happy1 blessed motherhood1 ,the crowning gift of woman's life4 ,these gifts transmute to dear delight ,each humble task1 all toil and care1 ,and keep home's sacred altar bright ,with love's sweet offerings there4 ,all these1 and one more gift is mine ,that stirs with joy my brooding thought-- ,a friendship rare and true as thine1 ,a chain--all precious links--inwrought ,with sacred trust4 ,oh hush1 my heart1 ,no more in bitterness complain3 ,thou wouldst not with thy treasures part ,youth's wildest dream of power to gain4 ,hill-,crest ,home4 ,,to ,,mrs4 ,a4 ,,foskett ,,potter4 ,the picture1 you rave over there on the wall1 ,is weak by the one hung in memory's hall4 ,while that one is held by the fetters of art ,to rules of perspective--can only give part1 ,the other has range over hill-top and dell1 ,from the vaulted blue sky to the depths of the well-- ,can even give sense of refreshing from this-- ,show stars gleaming thro' from its seeming abyss4 ,it has other delights1 never reached with a brush1 ,the ravishment held in the notes of a thrush 7,the sweetest voiced bird of the singing-bird throng7 ,reverberant groves all a-thrill with its song4 ,then the river1 that knit a bright edge on the farm1 ,enmantled with vapor--etherial charm6 ,as if dawn and the dew1 meeting1 playfully kissed ,when the sun peeping over dissolved them in mist2 ,like a gauzy1 white chrisom cloth lightly it lies ,o'er the rosy-faced morning1 new-born of the skies4 ,now1 mellow and sweet as the music of dream1 ,or a softly touched lute1 comes the song of the stream2 ,enchanted ,i listen1 ay1 listen and gaze ,till sound seems enwreathed with this luminous haze ,that's woven for nymphs1 of the sunshine and spray2 ,and veiled in these light robes they mingle in play ,till on bloom scented breezes they're floated away4 ,i promised to tell of my humble old home1 ,but my pen wanders off where my feet used to roam1 ,so the home of my childhood ,i picture for you ,must cover the rambles 8my infancy knew40 ,come1 stand 'neath that maple with me1 if you will3 ,the manse1 looking south from the brow of the hill1 ,has the ,river1 the valley1 8,the ,island0 in view-- 7,o6 if mem'ry's bright search-light could give it to you1 ,and you1 with my childhood's own vision1 could see ,the love-lighted beauty1 that glowed there for me67 ,while eastward the valley-farms glint thro' the trees1 ,whose grandeur had saved them to the thither-most shore1 ,and hills1 as a back ground of beauty for these1 ,a richly-robed forest in stateliness bore2 ,and this1 to my child fancy1 held up the skies ,where the dawn1 stealing in thro' their bright rosy dyes1 ,peeped in at my window to waken me when ,the sun-gleams1 aflash in the dew-spangled glen1 ,out rivaled ,golconda in jewels and gold-- ,when lambkins went frolicking down from the fold ,to nip the soft grass or to drink from the brook--,ah1 there was a spot1 just beyond where they drank1 ,where the brook cut the hill for its opposite bank1 ,and nestled above was a shadowy nook ,with a rustic root-bench which a wind-warring tree ,had thrown out to anchor its hold on the hill3 ,there1 glad as the laughter of innocent glee1 ,came the musical tinkle and play of the rill1 ,a melody sweet1 to that rie of mine1 ,where1 safe from intrusion as cliff dweller1 ,i ,heard1 fresh from her lips1 ,nature's message divine1 ,told sweetly1 thro' beauties1 of earth and the sky4 ,an old fallen tree made a foot-bridge across ,that led to this hiding--this sanctum of mine4 ,bright fern fringes bordered its soft rug of moss-- ,a wild grape had thatched with a clambering vine ,that hid for my coming bright sparkles of dew4 ,o1 bower of beauty1 so temptingly cool6 ',twas the home of the fairies and they only knew ,the hours spent there that were stolen from school4 ,the brook-bordered fields of that moderate farm ,had each1 for my heart1 individual charm4-- ,the skies that bent over had glories unknown ,to all other lands1 even ,italy's own4 ,more golden its sunsets than any since seen3-- ,its shadowy woodland1 so rich in its green1 ,had springs purling down in a dusky ravine3 ,there oft at the fount1 where the waters distilled1 ,my leaf-fashioned cup ,i have held to be filled4 ,o1 nectar twould be if again ,i could drink ,of the sparkles that fell there like pearls from its brink1 ,as it tinkled down sweetly from its rock-basined source ,to join with its peers in their river-ward course4 ,in those shadowy depths1 hid away from the world1 ,most delicate forms of the fronds were uncurled3 ,spring-beauties1 anemonies1 clematis white1 ,with violets1 bluebells and maiden-hair fern1-- ,there were some of them ever to keep the spot bright1 ,to waft me good-bye and to greet my return4 ,then the hillside1 our play-ground--,i never can tell ,its riches of beauty in bower and dell4 ,the sunrise would kiss with its first ruddy glow ,then slip to the river that murmured below ,and lighting its ripples with flashes of gold ,it made all the valley a joy to behold4 ,that ,river6 ,it ever kept time with my heart1-- ,grew into my soul1 of my life was a part4 ,it echoed my laughter1 was sad when ,i wept-- ,when drowsy it lulled me with song till ,i slept4-- ',twas playmate and teacher1 companion and friend1 ,from the 8deep-hole0 that mirrored the trees at 8the bend0 ,to that spot of enchantment1 where the willows bent low ,to whisper their love4 ,there the river went slow ,as if hushing its wonted1 wild1 rollicking flow ,to linger and listen--the story1 so sweet1 ',twould have all the zephyr-swayed branches repeat4 ,but the loveliest view from the home on the hill-- ,the one that could ever enrapture and thrill1 ,was a calm summer eve with the stars beaming thro' ,from the unclouded depths of the fathomless blue1-- 8,the city of ,god0 filling vastness above1 ,each mansion aglow with the light of ,his love4 ,enhancing the beauty a broad1 rising moon1 ,that followed a day with a languorous noon-- ,a day that in going left the sun-door ajar1 ,when a breeze1 that was born of a rain-cloud afar1 ,had stolen thro1 softly1 with the great evening star1 ,and whispered a vow to the languishing flowers ,to bring them1 ere morning1 refreshing in showers4 ,then the murmur of waters--the ripple in view1 ,the robings of ,nature1 aglitter with dew1 ,the sway of the trees1 and the rose-petals strewn-- ,the kiss of the breeze1 that has breath of the ,june4 ,just sit in our group on the balcony there ,and dream of this scene1 inexpressibly fair 7,remember this gable looks square at the noon73 ,how the gateways of glory thrown wide by the moon ,could pour their white floods on the beautiful scene-- ,what charm in the mingling of shadow and sheen6 ,the river went north in its tortuous trend ,and wound thro' the valley with many a bend4 ,this lake-like expanse1 deep and smoothe1 as you see1 ,lying right in the pathway1 'tween ,luna and me1 ,on an evening like this seemed a great burnished glass4 ,the ,island shore here1 had a margin of grass-- ,the round little cove cutting into its edge ,grew ferns on its banks and was dotted with sedge4 ,in the far-reaching shadows of lofty old trees ,this part of the ,island was hid from the noon2 ,its quiet invited to slumberous ease2 ,here the ,river flowed gently as ,afton or ,doon4 ,kind ,nature had woven a pleachy thick screen ,of forest and vines that were standing between1 ,and made this remote from the town and its mills4 ,the zephyr-stirred leaves with their mystical chant-- ,that soft1 lulling murmur1 that muffles and stills-- ,hushed the tumult and jar of the noisy 8old plant0 ,and made this a spot ever calm and serene1 ,fit temple for worship1 embosomed in green4 ,here1 the river seemed charmed by some mythical lore-- ,it loitered along1 seemed reluctant to pass1 ,while eddying wavelets crept up on the shore ,and kissed1 with their cool lips1 the velvety grass4 ,on1 slowly it flows until reaching a place ,where a glimpse may be caught of the swift running 8,race20 ,there it breaks into foam with a current so wild-- ,they rush to the meeting like mother and child4 ,with a plaint in its story that the mother-stream thrills1 ,race babbles and tells how it toiled at the mills--,was prisonned and held1 by the strength of the flume-- ,was power that wrought on the spindle and loom4 ,received in her bosom with loving embrace ,they mingle their songs1 then1 the ,river and ,race1 ,delighting us all with their musical tones1 ,while silver-capped ripples go dancing o'er stones4 99 99 99 99 99 ,aye1 8,hill-crest0 had beauty beyond all compare1 ,but words can ne'er picture how wondrously fair ,for one whose misfortune 'tis not to have seen ,that river--that hillside--the trees in their green-- ,heard the music of waters1 o'er pebbles at play1 ,or1 lapping 'mong rocks and then swirling away-- ,the brook leaping down to be lost in the stream ,as womanhood merges our girl-hood's young dream--,if her childhood's bare feet have ne'er pressed that cool sod ,where first ,i loved ,nature1 thro' ,nature her ,god4 ,illustration3 ,,hill-,,crest ,,home4 ,lillies of the ,valley4 ,o1 pearly1 waxen1 lilly bells6 ,glad the tale your coming tells-- ,blithest time1 of all the year1 ,happy1 blooming spring is here ,with lillies-of-the-valley4 ,shining like the precious gem1 ,divers bring from ocean's floor2 ,god in blessing scattered them ,blooming by the humblest door2 ,springing in some sheltered nook1 ,peeping by a mouldering wall1 ,nodding by a babbling brook1 ,purest1 sweetest flowers of all1 ,are lillies-of-the-valley4 ,hidden from life's cares and frets ,is the loved embowered spot ,sacred to our floral pets-- ,lillies and forget-me-not2 ,tho' the poet's fondest dream ,wreaths about the violet1 ,with the morning's dew agleam1 ,lovlier and sweeter yet ,are lillies-of-the-valley4 ,roses fade and fall apart-- ,lose their beauty with their bloom1 ,in the lillies perfect heart ,lingers long its sweet perfume2 ,mem'ries dear we'll ne'er forget1 ,with their tender thrills of bliss1 ,hover round the mignonette1 ,yet1 a charm supreme to this1 ,have lillies-of-the-valley4 ,queens of color1 tall and proud ,bloom among the asphodels1 ,but of all that lauded crowd ,none so loved as lilly bells6 ,pansy bright with dreamy eyes ,seems acquaint with mystic lore1 ,whispers 8hope0 when sorrow sighs1 ,yet1 we love the lillies more1 ,sweet lillies-of-the-valley4 ,they will breathe the tender thought ,sympathy would fain reveal1 ,but1 with love's fond message fraught1 ,half their charm is to conceal4 ,lillies of the ,valley4 ,rosebud boldly tells the tale ,cupid sent it to confess-- ,with the fragrance they exhale ,lillies whisper1--8,you may guess40 ,pearly ,shells4 ,all the rainbow hues are hiding ,in the pearly shells of white1 ,but their beauties are depending ,on the mystic powers of light2-- ,going1 coming1 like the blushes ,on a modest maiden's cheek1 ,as her heart-throb quick confesses ,what her lips would never speak4 ,husband1 there's a heart that's loving ,with devotion pure and deep2 ,if you'd know its fullest blessing1 ,if the treasure you would keep1 ,you must flash the light upon it1 ,beaming out from loving eyes2 ,then1 as shell1 reflecting sunlight1 ,it will glow with lovely dyes4 ,all within and all about it ,soon will catch the won'drous charm1 ,by reflection and absorption ,home will aye be bright and warm2 ,but if left alone in darkness1 ,through a life of gloom and night1 ,like the sea-shell1 pure and pearly1 ,it will be but cold and white4 ,courage4 ,now with zeal that will not falter ,rally once again for ,right1 ,trusting ever and believing ,god is all supreme in might4 ,let us work--give earnest effort1 ,ere the day in darkness set1 ,work with faith and love untiring-- ,he will crown our labors yet4 ,though allies of rum are legion1 ,fear no evil may betray1 ,for ,he's given angels o'er us ,charge to keep us in the way4 ,we shall 8tread upon the adder10 ,if our faith be strong in ,god2 ,aye1 8the dragon we shall trample0 ,if with 8,gospel ,peace0 we're shod4 ,trailing ,arbutus4 ,emblematic ,flower of ,michigan ,w4 ,c4 ,t4 ,u4 ,in ,flora's dominion no flower's so fitting ,to symbol our union of labor and love2 ,not tender and petted1 a hot-house exotic1 ,it lives when the tempest is raging above4 ,sweet forest-born flower6 ',twas ,michigan's dower ,when ,nature apportioned her gifts that are rare-- ,so lovely1 yet lowly6 ,affection1 that's holy1 ,seems blent with its fragrance and breathing a prayer ,that the loved may be borne in the arms of ,his care4 ,its coming we hail as a promise of blessing-- ,that chains shall be riven1 a glory be born2 ,its delicate hue is a hint of our mission-- ,the soft1 rosy blush that first tinges the morn1 ,when hope is awakening and gloom is receding-- ,a pressage of light that shall gladden the world1 ,when darkness has fled and the cloud-rack is lifted ,and day's golden banners on the hills are unfurled4 ,it needs not the florist1 with art and punctilio ,nor asks for the smiles of the sun-lighted skies1 ,but richest and brightest1 'tis found in seclusion1 ,in depths of the woodland where dark shadow lies2 ,far up on the highlands1 or creeping on lowlands1 ',mong towering oaks or 'neath whispering pines1 ,the shell-tinted bloom of our sweet1 trailing laurel ,the lowliest objects with beauty entwines4 ',tis ,purity's emblem--,priscilla's loved flower6 ,oft springing in fenlands where dark1 sodden mould ,grows vile-odored herbage1 e'en poison-fed night-shade1 ,yet1 pure there1 its waxen1 sweet blossoms unfold4 ,thus white-ribbon bands1 thro' the moral morasses1 ,tho' threading the paths which the vilest are in1 ,with purity throned in the soul of all action1 ,may labor 'mid evils1 unsullied by sin4 ,ah6 truly1 no flower in ,flora's dominion1 ,can symbol the virtues and graces like this-- ',tis faith and endurance in winter's wild tempest1 ,while gentleness tenderly speaks in the kiss ,that comes in its fragrance1 on fairy winged zephyr ,and hope1 in the buds swelling under the snow1 ,is whispering of joys when the full opened blossoms ,shall herald the summer1 with roseate glow4 ,we'll gather it in1 from our own native woodlands1 ,and wreathe1 with its beauty1 our altar of prayer2 ,the holiest thought1 with its ambient odor1 ,is stirred1 as with incense1 afloat on the air4 ,we love it6--we love it6 our sweet trailing laurel1 ,and make it our emblem in labor for ,god-- ,for home1 with its blessings and love-lighted altar1 ,and land of our birth1 with its trial-tracked sod4 ,encouragement4 ,what wealth of enjoyment a sentence may hold ,that flows in a rill of encouraging words6 ,the heart's weary wings with new strength will unfold1 ,while quick resolution all feebleness girds4 ,the sunset may brighten--outrival the dawning1 ,if sympathy's warm touch the drooping life thrills2 ,tho' autumn has put out her gold-tassled awning ,and mantled with haze all the woodlands and hills-- ,tho' the vintage hath yielded the first of its wines-- ,tho' shadows lie eastward in wavering lines1 ,and evening has whispered the low uttered warning-- 8,the glories of ,day have all drifted afar0-- ,the spirit will rally encouraged by love4 ,e'en twilight may deepen1 if only this star ,shall gleam with its vestal light brightly above1 ,we'll work thro' life's gloaming1 till angels unbar ,the orient gates of ,eternity's morning4 ,faith4 ,o1 by and by the sun will shine again-- ,will throw glad light on hill1 and field1 and plain2 ,the earth will smile 'neath ,plenty's joyous reign1 ,and we shall know that 8,god remembers the world40 ,aye1 by and by the clouds will roll away ,and then a greater boon1 a golden day ,will seem1 because we've known a gloomy ,may ,when ,doubt1 o'er brooding1 shadowed all our world4 ,let ,hope's bright sunshine gladden every hour1 ,e'en tho' the skies with angry tempests lower2 ,believe1 beyond1 above1 a higher ,power ,doth watch and guard1 with loving1 care the world4 ,shrink not nor e'er1 with dread1 thy part delay2 ,with faith and courage meet each coming day-- ,let duties well performed pave all thy way1 ,thus make a royal pathway thro' the world4 ,tho' sorrows should be thick along thy path1 ,remember none are sent to thee in wrath2 ,love fires the bolt that makes the lightning scath-- ,a law that gives a brighter1 better world4 ,with frowning face ,calamity may come1 ,ay1 strike a hemisphere with terror dumb1 ,but let no boding fear thy faith benumb1 ,for ,he who made1 in wisdom rules the world4 ,tho' skies and seas their floods together roll-- ,tho' earth should pass1 a shriveled scroll1 ,his care is over each immortal soul-- ,he'll gather us to ,his eternal world4 ,nirvana4 ,possession blest of that ,celestial sphere ,beyond the reach of hope and fear2 ,salvation's port--,elysian shore ,where souls remain1 forevermore1 ,in blissful calm1 disturbed by naught ,evolved by ranging1 restless ,thought1 ,and where ,eternal arms of ,peace ,enfolding1 give secure release ,from chains that bind1 to ,death and ,sin-- ,a severance from the ,what-has-been-- ,an end of seeming endless range2 ,no farther transmigrating change1 ,but ,,rest of soul1 that's sweet1 supreme1 ,beyond1 the touch of ,life's wild dream3 ,a draught that quenches all desire-- ,extinguishes ,ambition's fire1 ,and leave1 an essence1 pure1 divine1 ,that shall with ,brama ever shine1 ,quiescent in that blest repose ,to which the wise ,guatama rose4 ,heredity4 ,thro' your ,eden creeps the ,serpent ,luring to the paths of sin3 ,in your own1 weak self-indulgence ,life accursing crimes begin3 ,aye1 you blight your own with evils ,yielding to the tempter's sway1 ,hushing conscience1 ,sin imputing ,to ,eve's early1 shadowed day4 ,science swings her torch above you ,from her lofty templed heights-- ,paths1 by which the ,race climb upward1 ,by command of ,god she lights2 ,can you1 with ,his laws before you1 ,violate your sacred trust8 ,dare you taint the soul you're moulding ,for ,eternity1 with lust8 ,holy is your mission1 mother1 ,lives confided to your care-- ,shall they1 of your dissipations ,foulest scars forever bear8 ,hush the voice of self-indulgence-- ,thrust the serpent from your heart1 ,that he lure not to partaking ,of the sins you may impart4 ,while the fires of ,being kindle ,at your own life's flame and glow ,and the mother love is springing ,from this holy interflow-- ,while the crimson tide is pulsing ,thro' but one heart1 for the two1 ,stain not thou1 with sin1 the fountain ,that the new life passes through4 ,pebbles4 ,pebbles1 thrown upon the shore ,by a storm-stirred wild commotion1 ,tell of tumult1 crash and roar1 ,when wild furies lashed the ocean4 ,pebbles1 gathered from the shore ,when the waves were only sighing1 ,tell of balmy evening strolls ,when the sunset fires were dying4 ,pebbles--some of brightest hue-- ,that were snatched by dimpled fingers ,when the waves came rolling in-- ,loving thought around them lingers4 ,pebbles1 in life's pathway lie ,that the careless roughly tread1 ,while another passing by ,finds them gems that lustre shed4 ,pebbles--scan them--cast away ,wave-worn1 rounded bits of stone1 ,but if one hath lighting ray1 ,keep the treasure as thine own4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when the heart is sorrow-laden ,seek the spirit's shrine of prayer1 ,jesus there will meet and bless you ,and you'll leave your burdens there4 99 99 99 99 99 ,as the blessed1 healing mentha ,holds for mortal pains nepentha1 ,so hath sympathy the art ,to soothe the bruises of the heart4 99 99 99 99 99 ,from each act1 however small1 ,some result must ever fall2 ,drop a pebble in the wave ,distant shores its ripples lave4 99 99 99 99 99 ,give gladness to childhood6 'twill brighten life's years2 ,pour hydromel for it1 unmingled with tears1 ,so fondly1 caressingly1 memory clings ,to youth's every joy1 forgetting its stings4 99 99 99 99 99 ,experience teaches some lessons of worth-- ,that wealth is not always of lordliest birth1 ,that duty makes labor1 tho' humble1 sublime-- ,that crucial trial gives strength to the soul3-- ,there's no royal road to ,life's coveted goal1 ,earth's throngs must all pass the same doorway of ,time4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if ,heaven's light beam on your tears1 ,hope's bright bow will span the cloud1 ,while ,god's own promise1 calming fears1 ,will lift the soul by sorrow bowed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,mystery deep1 thy doors unbar1 ,and let us look within6-- ,thought goes ranging far--afar1 ,on webs our fancies spin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the life ,i live is not my own-- ',tis subterfuge and dross1 ,the yearning soul makes hidden moan1 ,with secret sense of loss4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o1 dear ,savior1 ,i am weary-- ,let me rest my soul with ,thee6 ,mansions bright1 ,thou art preparing-- ,wilt thou1 ,jesus1 welcome me8 99 99 99 99 99 ,for the bright1 warm joys1 once cherished1 ,there's a withered rose and a brown1 sere leaf2 ,ah6 dear were the hopes that perished1 ,yet there's wealth of life1 in the golden sheaf4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when a gleam of the sun1 thro' a rift in the storm1 ,throws a light on our path1 that was shadowed before1 ,we look to the cloud1 for the beautiful form ,of the bow1 that is promise to us1 evermore4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the rose is girt with thorns about1 ,the berries sweet1 with briars-- ,thus ,fate doth ever hedge us from ,our heart's supreme desires4 99 99 99 99 99 ,tossing1 rolling1 restless sea1 ,picture thou of ,life to me--,shadow-clouds now floating o'er1 ,foam and drift-wood on the shore3-- ,depths of dark and billowy waves1 ,wrecking hopes and hollowing graves-- ,breaking on the beach in moans1 ,seem thy cavern's echoed groans4 ,prosperous winds1 and thou wilt bear1 ,on thy heaving bosom fair1 ,snowy sails1 with treasures laden ,from the distant1 sun-kissed ,aden1-- ,costly fabrics--richest stores1 ,for their own1 dear1 home-lit shores1 ,where ,love's altars brightly burn1 ,while she waits their glad return4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in all this beauteous world of ours ,what gift1 of ,love1 so sweet as flowers6 99 99 99 99 99 ,o1 sweet is the fountain of soothing ,that ever is found in ,his ,word-- ,drink deeply when heart-wounds are bleeding ,and the peace of the spirit is stirred4 ,words4 ,o1 words may be loving and mellow in tone1 ,sweet as the dew on the flowers of ,hermon1 ,gently imparting a blessing their own1 ,precious with promise1 as ,olivet's sermon4 ,words may be careless1 and cruel and coarse-- ,be tauntingly hurled1 or so bitterly spoken1 ,resistless as lightning's destroying force1 ,they scar with their scathing the heart they have broken4 ,words may have edge that is keener than steel-- ,may pierce with their points like the swift-flying arrow2 ,they hurt with these stings while the victim will feel1 ,then tear through the heart like a torturing harrow4 ,words may be venomed with malice and spite1 ,may wither with scorn1 with contempt and derision-- ,be dreaded like adders when coiling to bite ,or hiss out their poison in whispered suspicion4 ,aye1 words may be vile as a basilisk's breath-- ,a falsehood the germ--an ovum of evil1 ,impregnate with calumny's virus innate1 ,then heated and hovered by envy and hate2 ,thus 8brooded by serpents10 like the monster medieval1 ,come forth with his powers of blasting with death4 ,but words that are warmed in the sunlight of love ,will soothe with their feeling a brother's affliction2 ',tis the ,spirit from heaven that comes like a dove1 ,so gently descending in sweet benediction4 ',tis blessed receiving what kindness imparts1 ,how trifling so ever the token1 ,thrice blessed1 the giving of solace to hearts ,that words of injustice have blighted and broken4 ,there's comfort and balm for life's various smarts ,in words of true sympathy1 tenderly spoken4 ,mother4 ,oh6 mother1 mine1 mother1 mine1 come to me now1 ,with a touch of thy hand sweep the care from my brow2 ,oh1 come1 on the wings of the silences come1 ,dear mother1 my own1 as you reigned in our home4 ,oh6 mother1 mine1 mother1 mine1 come now at eve4 ,i sit in the gloaming1 in loneliness grieve2 ,the world is so selfish1 so cold and unkind1 ,sweet solace for pain in thy love ,i would find4 ,oh6 mother1 mine1 mother1 mine1 hear me1 ,i pray6 ,in the silence of night1 blot the sorrows of day2 ,and point me away from the earth and its care4 ,to the beautiful dwelling--that mansion so fair1 ,where mother1 mine1 mother mine1 waiteth for me1 ,with loved ones who're watching my barque on life's sea-- ,who'll stretch out their welcoming hands from the shore1 ,when ,i reach the glad haven1 all buffetings o'er4 ,hands4 ,there are hands we fondly cherish ,not alone for form and grace1 ,but the loving deeds that mold them1 ,place them next a sainted face4 ,they can soothe as if with magic1 ,when the fever-furies rage2 ,their caresses1 unobstrusive1 ,e'en a heartache can assuage4 ,hands can emphasize a welcome1 ,far beyond the gifts of speech1 ,and their language1 plain and truthful1 ,doubt did never yet impeach4 ,aye6 there's feeling warm and tender1 ,ever pulsing in the palm1 ,in whose kindly1 silent pressure ,sorrow finds a healing balm4 ,love's sweet mysteries course their fingers1 ,for their lightest touch of tips ,has the secret gift of thrilling1 ,like affection's clinging lips4 ,they can knit with mystic flosses ,such a net about the heart-- ,earth has naught so near a heaven ,as this thraldom doth impart4 ,hands have heart-beats throbbing through them ,and the lightning flash of thought2 ',tis by such that grand impulsions ,into living deeds are wrought4 ,hands may be a sculptor's pattern1 ,tipped with smooth1 shell-tinted nails1 ,yet convey a touch1 repulsive ,as of scaly serpent trails4 ,if the soul is gross and selfish1 ,there's no art the trait conceals1 ,but the hand in mold or clasping1 ,to the sentient heart reveals4 ,idle hands are limp and nerveless1 ,lack expression1 fervor1 grasp-- ,they receive nor give sensation1 ,simply lie within your clasp4 ,hands may flash a wealth of jewels1 ,yet display a pauper soul-- ,god inscribes these outspread tablets ,from the spirit's hidden scroll4 ,endymion4 ,when the noble son of ,zeus ,asked the gift of youth immortal1 ,little wot he of the ages ,stretching onward from life's portal2 ,tho' he walked with gods1 he wearied1 ,wished for rest1 intense and deep1-- ,asked another gift of ,zeus2 ,that of everlasting sleep4 ,and his thoughtless wish was granted2 ,glad he hushed his soul's repining ,in the winged god's misty vapors ,and1 on ,latmos' height reclining1 ,laid down all earth's cares and trials-- ,all its wearying heat and strife1 ,yet within his dormant being1 ,held the essences of life4 ,fair ,selene1 robed in beauty1 ,wandering forth in loneliness1 ,bent above the youth admiring-- ,touched him with a light caress2 ,and her gazing woke his spirit ,to a dream's ecstatic bliss1 ,as her lips1 with tender fondness1 ,snatched from his that holy kiss4 ,and her heart's new1 quickened pulsing ,thrilled along love's unseen wires1-- ,stirred in him responsive passion1-- ,lit his soul's electric fires4 ,then the roused1 enrapt ,endymion1 ,shaking off the slumbrous air1 ,cried1--8,ye gods1 take back your giving1 ,all life's perils ,i will dare2 ,wake my soul to keenest feeling1 ,let its sense of pleasure reign1 ,tho' my path were paved with spear-points ,i would count the waking gain40 ,glad he left the heights so longed for1 ,sought the lowland's balmy air1 ,leading her1 the loved ,selene1 ,thro' the flowery valleys fair1 ,where the paths all flash with diamonds ,from the jewelled crown of ,night1-- ,where the lake upon his bosom ,rocks the sleeping lillies white1 ,and his lullaby in whispers ,floating thro' the leafy dell1 ,mingling with perfume and zephyr ,wove a sweet entrancing spell4 ,and 'twas there at ,sylva's altar1 ,with the gazing stars above1 ,soul to soul1 by mute impulsion1 ,that they pledged eternal love2 ,ay1 'twas then the spheric paean1 ,through the great expanses spread1 ,when in ,beauty's listening stillness1 ,peace and ,purity were wed4 ,and tonight ,i see them roaming ,thro' the flowery paths of eld-- ,thro' the valley1 by the lakelet1 ,where their nuptial feast was held2 ,where the moon-beams dance with shadows1 ,in the hushed1 half-hidden glen1 ,shunning ,mammon's crowded cities ,and the busy walks of men4 ,but linger not too long1 ,selene1-- ,hasten from thy lover's side1 ,or1 in fleecy cloud-wrought vesture ,from the gaze of ,eos hide2 ,else like darkly mantled ,pleiad1 ,wailing robes of forfeit glory1 ,thou wilt find thy charms are stolen ,by the jealous1 fair ,aurora4 ,hasten1 hasten1 for she cometh1-- ,venus bright doth herald now1 ,all ,jove's pageantry attends her1 ,erse's gems bedeck her brow1 ,and her royal robes are 'broidered ,rich with rose and amethyst2-- ,hasten1 but with thine ,endymion ,keep the holy evening tryst4 ,calypso--,the ,lover's ,pocket4 ,erastes saw with vain regret ,a hedge of guards was thickly set ,around the fair one he would woo2 ,for ,flora's aid he quick applied-- 8,be art of yours with ,love's allied ,and ,cupid's throng shall kneel to you40 ,then ,flora wrought that mystic flower ,and graced with it ,love's ,sylvan bower1 ,and there a wildling still it grows2 ,the hue she gave was pearly white1 ,but ,love would add one more delight ,and mingled in a blush of rose4 ,t'was given such an artless guise ,that e'en suspicion's prying eyes ,doth no intriguing plan suppose3 ,and there within1 securely hid1 ,beneath the blossom's fringy lid ,the lover's missive finds repose4 99 99 99 99 99 8,wilt thou1 dear maid1 thy wealth resign ,and drink with me love's ruby wine-- ,in weal or woe my fortune's share80 ,she wrote and hid--8,i will be thine-- ,with love's devotion ever mine ,there's naught but ,i could dare40 ,a closely folded plan for flight 7,that marked the nearest moonless night17 ,the ,orchid in its heart concealed4 ,while vigilance unconscious slept1 ,two dusky steeds thro' darkness swept ,across an unfrequented field ,and brought the lovers quickly where ,a waiting priest1 with pledge and prayer1 ,the sacred bonds of wedlock sealed4 ,paternal pride aroused1 irate1 ,with bluster came1 a moment late1-- ,the holy rite had joined their hands1 ,the vows were made1 the pledges given ,that bound the twain as one in heaven1 ,despite his wrath and stern commands4 8,how could you thus10 he cried in rage1 8,defy my will1 disgrace my age6 ,i'll disinherit and disown--,and you shall have eternal scorn ,for wedding with that lowly born-- ,aye1 you shall reap as you have sown40 99 99 99 99 99 8,o1 woman6 thou art gall and wine-- ,deceit's worst name1 to me1 is thine6 ,i thought her will succumbed to mine1 ,so cheerful1 happy1 she had seemed4 ,i felt within a conscious pride ,in power to hold1 subdue and guide-- ,that she was conquered1 fondly dreamed40 8,along the wood she walked with me1 ,among the wild flowers1 gay and free1 7,i guarded her with watchful eye17 ,with eager hand she plucked and smiled ,as guileless as a happy child-- ,no love-lorn look--no sob or sigh40 8,aye1 woman's ways and woman's wiles ,are knitted in with looks and smiles ,by which man's wisdom oft is foiled4 ,she'll seem so gently yielding will ,while scheming for her own way1 still-- ,with sweet deceits will blind us1 till ,our dearest hopes have been despoiled40 8,but1 'tis senseless nursing helpless wrath1-- ,shall ,i strew thorns along her path ,whose only dower's a father's curse8-- ,drive them out with want to roam8 ,i think ,i'll take the couple home-- ,in truth1 her parents did much worse40 99 99 99 99 99 ,calypso1 still with winning grace1 ,adorns the ferny1 sedgey place ,by purling brook or shaded dell1 ,and only ,cupid knows its art ,of hiding in its fragrant heart ,the secret1 sweet1 that ,love would tell4 ,what ,is ,love8 ,not the fierce-destroying power ,of the hot sirocco's breath1 ,withering every tender flower1 ,strewing all its path with death ,or helpless1 silent sorrow4 ',tis a strength that holds each feeling ,but a slave to do its will-- ,every wish1 abjectly kneeling1 ,waits its mandate to fulfill ,or creeps1 by stealth1 in shadow4 ',tis ,life's sacred1 golden chalice1 ,from as rich a vintage filled ,for the cottage1 as the palace-- ,sweetest draughts have been distilled ,with want upon the lever4 ',tis a tender1 true devotion1 ,never soiled by thoughts of pelf1 ,but with gladsome1 sweet emotion ,to its altar bringing self1 ,a sacrificial offering4-- ,joy's bell whose silver ringing ,down the ages has been borne ,ever since in ,eden1 singing1 ,wedded love hailed rosy morn-- ,still the tones fall sweet as ever4 ',tis the ,horeb of the spirit1 ,where no coarse-shod thought may tread1 ,the part divine1 which souls inherit ,from love's holy ,fountain-,head1 ,influent with our being4 ,sleighing4 ,hear the bells1 distant bells6 ,how the merry music swells1 ,as the steed1 with noble speed1 ,nearer1 nearer1 nearer comes1 ,strength doth wing his flying feet2 ,onward1 onward1 onward going1 ,with a strong and rythmic beat2 ,youth1 with health and beauty glowing1 ,blends a rippling1 laughter peal ,with the ringing hoofs of steel-- ,how the mingling music hums6 ,hear the bells1 joyous bells6 ,love's sweet tale their music tells1 ,as they go o'er glistening snow2 ,wildly1 wildly1 rushing by1 ,fainter grow the hoof-beats now1 ,fainter1 fainter1 fainter growing2 ,venus shines on evening's brow1 ,moonlight floods o'er earth are flowing2 ,o1 the reckless wild delights ,of a sparkling1 winter night's ,sleighing1 'neath a moonlit sky6 ,ho1 the bells1 merry bells6 ,rapture in their music dwells2 ,raptures sweet1 in bliss repeat1 ,gliding1 gliding1 o'er the snow4 ,every pulse with pleasure thrills2 ,to the heart new joys revealing4 ,as when springtime1 bird-note trills ,stir the sweetest fount of feeling1 ,welling with all tender thought1 ,from the dulcet music caught1 ,blending all in joyous flow6 99 99 99 99 99 ,hark1 the bells--homeward bells6 ,something now their music quells1 ,for they go1 tinkling--so-- ,tinkle--tinkle--seem to wait2 ,why that steed such lagging feet1 ,when returning1 homeward going8 7',mong the furs their faces meet7-- ,ah6 that nag is very knowing1 ,stepping lightly o'er the snow-- ,have their whispers1 soft and low1 ,changed his mood and changed his gait8 ,first ,love4 ,tender and true as the starlight of heaven1 ,sweet as the heart of a bud when it opes1 ,swift as the flash of the cloud-leaping levin1 ,rich as the springtime in promise and hopes1 ,pure as the gleam of the dew on the flowers ,is love's first awakening in youth's dreamy hours4 ,it sings in the heart like a forest-hid rill-- ,runs over its rim like a rock-basined spring2 ,strong1 it o'erpowers cold reason with will1 ,impulsively binding two lives with a ring4 ,it goes where it listeth1 unreined as the wind1 ,so reckless1 'tis said1 that the love god is blind4 ,joyful1 yet trembling like a zephyr-kissed rose1 ,flushing and paling like skies of the dawn1 ,silent1 lest speech shall the secret disclose1 ,wayward and shy as a mountain-bred fawn1 ,flying the bosom where yearning to rest1 ,hushing the tenderness1 thrilling the heart1 ,palpitant tempests disturbing the breast2 ,enjoying--enduring the sweet and the smart ,that comes of the wounding with ,cupid's first dart4 ,man4 ,o1 grand and worshipful that being ,,man1 ,as fashioned by a maiden's dream-lit mind6 ,to her1 his soul has nobleness enshrined-- ',tis pure--,love's altar-place1 where ,god began1 ',neath ,eden's flow'ry groves1 the household plan4 ,in rose-mist wreathed1 by sweet enchantment blind1 ,how oft she's worshiped1 wedded1 but to find ,the real1 no more her dream1 than piping ,pan4 ,some 8noble deeds0 bear cold ambition's stain1 ,and chaff is found among ,love's golden grain4 ',tis well the rose-mist lifts and clearer beams ,show man's real self1 e'en tho' it give her pain1 ,else1 so idolatrous1 she might1 it seems1 ,forget her ,god1 if he were all she dreams4 ,trust of ,childhood4 ,an angel comes down from the realms of light1 ,to guard me in slumber1 thro' hours of the night2 ,her presence is gentle1 ,i feel she is there1 ,as soon as ,i've uttered my evening prayer2 ,so tenderly watching she stays in my room ,till darkness has folded his mantle of gloom4 ,i've felt on my forehead her soft finger tips ,and the touch of her kiss1 lightly pressed on my lips1 ,to waken me gently1 ere leaving my bed1 ,when morning's bright beauties o'er earth had been spread4 ,forbearing to open my earth-gazing eyes ,to look on the guardian sent from the skies1 ,i've listened and heard1 e'en the rustle of wings2 ,and then at the casement1 where mocking bird swings1 ,a sweeping of roses and jasmines ,i've heard1 ,and knew that their beauty and perfume were stirred ,by her gossamer robes1 as she hastened away1 ,to the rose-tinted gateway that opens to day2 7,for ,heaven1 ,i know1 is but little beyond1 ,where glories of morn1 in its borders have dawned72 ,and then by the holiness left in the room1 ,afloat1 like the fragrance from violet bloom1 ,i knew that a presence had surely been there1 ,had left with me blessing1 and wafted my prayer ,to the throne of the ,father for guidance and care4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o1 trust of my childhood6 bright halo of youth6 ,come1 veil for tonight the stern visage of truth2 ,with faith that's elysian1 ,i'd drift down the stream ,to imagery islands1 with beauty agleam1 ,and hear1 as ,i heard in the far away years1 7,ere fancy's young dream had been melted in tears71 ,a strain from a harp1 floating over to me1 ,from a cloud-bannered sky1 bending down to the sea1 ,where golden-crowned angels could plainly be seen ,with robings of white1 in the glimmering sheen4 ,then ,heaven was near1 and the curtain of blue ,so thin1 that at sunset the glory shone through2 ,those silken illusions1 inflated with joy1 ,phylosophy's hand has been swift to destroy2 ,and reason's keen steel1 that's so cruelly cold1 ,has cut thro' the shimmer of heavenly gold1 ,and left but the hard-featured science of light ,that will not be veiled for a dream of tonight4 ,alone4 8,laugh and the world laughs with you2 ,weep and you weep alone40 ,in her soul's secret temple she's standing alone3 ,her being's real self1 in the silence will bow2 ,o'er that altar1 once glowing1 cold ashes are strown-- ,where sunshine once flooded1 the shadows fall now4 ,away from the world1 and alone with her ,god1 ,she kneels in this consecrate place and may weep2 ,this temple1 by coarse sandaled grossness1 untrod1 ,is never unbarred till the world is asleep4 ,she leaves there her grief1 with its shadowy stole1 ,concealing her anguish1 with trembling and fear2--,must laugh1 tho' it lines a black scath on her soul1 ,for the world will not pay for the sigh and the tear4 ,aye1 leaves there her sackcloth and shuts to the door2 ,she puts on the mask for the frivolous world ,her frail barque is launched 'mid its tumult and roar-- ,unhelmed1 thro' its mammon-cut channels 'tis hurled4 ,the laugh1 the world echoes1 grows empty and hard ,when the jingle of gold is the mirth-stirring power2 ,the soul is1 by ,avarice1 shrivelled and scarred ,when it barters for pottage1 a heavenly dower4 ,god fits us1 thro' suffering1 for ,sympathy's needs2 ',tis warring with wrong that will win for the ,right2 ,oft ,sorrow's lone path1 to ,his ripe vineyard1 leads-- ,christ gave us1 through ,gethsame1 heavenly light4 ,go work in ,his vineyard wherever 'tis needed ,and earnestly work for the sake of the need2 ,be ,fame's fickle promise forever unheeded1 ,unknown1 in thy labor1 the miser's low greed4 ,night4 ,thro' azure paths fair ,venus comes with golden bars ,to close the gates of ,day4 ,the twilight's dusky stole ,is lightly spangled o'er with heaven's brightest stars2 ,soon ,night will bring her countless ones whose ceaseless roll ,thro' boundless depths of space1 repeat creation's song4 ,thus canopied by ,god's omnipotence1 outspread1 ,the earth doth lull and soothe her surging1 restless throng ,with brooding calm4 ,sleep's poppied sweets for toil are shed4 ,when strife is hushed to rest1 by ,nature's drowsy hum ,and barter's dins are stilled--its flaunting ensigns furled1 ,when1 drugged with ,somnus' wines1 earth's noisy crowds are dumb ,and stillness spreads her slumber-robe1 so softly o'er the world1 ',tis joy to watch ,night's queenly orb1 climb up the eastern stair1 ,and pour her flood of silver light o'er hills and bowers1 ,that in the sacred silence gleam1 so radiant and fair1 ,in glistening robes of green and dewy1 fragrant flowers4 ,all hail1 blest hour of cool repose1 when ,labor's chains ,that bind the mind1 thro' all the day1 to weary tasks ,are loosed6 ,ay1 now1 the soul1 in freedom from their pains1 ,may drink from founts of pure supernal joy4 ,it basks ,in glories which the night o'er earth and sky hath strown4 ,compassion sweet1 the dewy coolness doth impart ,and dreamy perfumes1 by the balmy breezes blown1 ,are evening's sweet acopic1 when she folds us to her heart4 ,disappointment4 ,we plant sometimes a tender flower-- ,watch and wait through sun and shower2 ,mark its tiny leaflets1 green1 ,then1 the upward shoot between1-- ,springing1 springing1 tendrils clinging1 ,hopes like cherubs round it winging ,whispering of the blooming time4 ,watch the buds burst thro' their sheathing1 ,beauty's promise1 round them wreathing1 ,dream of fragrance they enfold1 ,lovely blooms1 almost1 behold1 ,reach an eager hand for grasping-- ,find the tendrils all unclasping-- ,withered1 ere the blooming time4 ,love's ,ideal4 ,was there ever a love like the love of my dream8 ,love1 holy1 unselfish1 devoted and pure1 ,unfailing and sweet as the flow of a stream ,whose source is a spring1 that ,god made to endure4 ,a love that is ,,love1 with no blending of dross2 ,where soul1 unto soul1 giveth strength of its own-- ,a love that knows never of languor or loss1 ,or silently grieves that its spirit has flown4 ,a love with its possibles nobly fulfilled1 ,where heart unto heart is e'er loyal and true1 ,where blessing for each1 is thro' kindness distilled-- ,a rodomel never embittered with rue4 ,a love that the angels1 rejoicing to see1 ,would guard in life's paths from the harpies that roam2 ,peace1 ,happiness1 ,charity1--loveliest three-- ,would make1 for such lovers1 a ,heaven of ,home4 ,a ,legend of the ,lily4 ,abroad1 ,june moon was brightly beaming ,in the depths of heaven's blue1 ,while the asphodels were bending ,with the clinging beads of dew1 ,when the silver rays in silence1 ,glinting thro' the swaying trees1 ,saw a modest flower turning ,to a roving1 balmy breeze4-- ,heard the zephyr softly whisper3 8,ah6 my ,lily1 charming1 sweet-- ,sure the god of love has led us ,in this bowery place to meet2 ,richest odors ,i will bring you ,from the islands of the sea2 ,aye1 your beauty has enchained me-- ,will you give your heart to me80 ,with a touch exquisite1 subtile1 ,then he turned to his1 her face2 ,in her blush of deeper crimson1 ,that she faltered1 he could trace4 8,i have sought you--will you trust me8 ,faithful as the stars ,i'll be-- ,with your fragrant breathings1 answer1 ,will you give your love to me80 ,frail the flower1 tranced enraptured ,by the lover's soft caress1 ,to his tender wooing answered1 ,with impulsive rashness1--8yes40 ,then1 exultant1 zephyr gloried ,in the treasure he had won-- ,deftly stole her sparkling jewels1 ,sharing with the rising sun4 ,brushed the spangles from her tresses ,with his playful finger tips1 ,bolder grew with his caresses-- ,gathering sweetness from her lips2 ,robbed her beauty of the freshness ,that was hers in early morn-- ,left her 'neath the sun of noonday1 ,burning like the gaze of scorn4 ,drooping as in heat of censure ,evening found her in the dust1 ,lifted her with tearful pity ,from the blight of trampled trust2 ,but the tender flush of loving ,from her face was blanched and gone1 ,yet a beauty1 born of trial1 ,met the radiant glow of dawn4 ,now for her the moon is shining ,with a calm and holy light2 ,dew-like gems of rarest beauty ,sparkles on her brow at night2 ,with her white face turned toward heaven ,in her vestal robe she stands1 ,as a priestess1 at an altar1 ,lifting consecrated hands4 ,chastest forms of beauty round her-- ,stars that gem the vaulted blue ,join with her in silent warning1-- 8,let thy love be pure and true-- ,trusting e'en the black-browed storm-cloud1 ,with its leaping lightning-blaze1 ,rather than the rover's whisper1 ,neath the moon's enchanting gaze40 ,to ,james ,newton ,mathews4#b ,must write a sonnet6--ere the ,poet's rank1 ,with its devouring hopes1 ,i dare to claim-- ,ere ,i with them may seek a place or name-- ,ere ,i may taste ,castalia's fount1 where drank ,the bards of eld1 or find the flowery bank ,of clear ,penneus1 flashing back the flame ,of sunset fires4 ,thro' moorlands1 low and dank1 ,alone1 must grope1 unlit by torch of fame4 ,tho' ,poesy should stir my soul to song ,that flowed like liquid tenderness along1 ,or1 wild and glad as leaping forest rills-- ,tho' ,nature's music thro' my being thrills ,and ,imagery1 with all her fairy throng1 ,my dreamy world of thought and vision fills1-- ,alas6 ,i'm doomed--this stanza is a line too long4 #b 8,you must write a ,sonnet to gain a ,poet's diploma40--,j4 ,n4 ,m4 ,the ,great ,hereafter4 ,will the wrongs of life be righted1 ,fruited there the hopes here blighted1 ,in the great hereafter8 ,will the darkened lives be lighted ,and dissevered souls united ,in the great hereafter8 ,will this wearing1 wild commotion ,sink to rest and sweet emotion ,calm all strife hereafter8 ,will love's slighted1 fond devotion ,reach beyond life's tossing ocean ,to the great hereafter8 ,will the vows here lightly broken ,with repentant tears be spoken ,in the great hereafter8 ,the wounded one accept the token ,of the heart's remorse unspoken ,in the great hereafter8 ,gladly from its idols turning ,will the soul forget its yearning ,in the great hereafter8 ,thro' a quickened sense discerning ,that the labors we've been spurning ,keep love's holy incense burning ,in the great hereafter8 ,shall we find that hopes deceiving ,helped us on to grand achieving ,in the great hereafter8 ,and be blest with glad receiving ,what is now but faith1 believing ,in the great hereafter8 ,will the soul that's drunk the vial ,of a bitter self-denial ,feel the loss hereafter8 ,or1 thro' sacrifice and trial1 ,will it triumph o'er ,belial1 ,in the great hereafter8 ,will the bands by dogmas riven ,scathed and scarred by anger levin1 ,make a peaceful1 joyous ,heaven ,in the great hereafter8 ,for the good for which they've striven ,will their errors be forgiven ,in the great hereafter8 ,there1 with pomp1 his work resuming ,will the bigot1 still presuming1 ,god's prerogative assuming ,in the great hereafter1 ,sit as judge1 his brother dooming1 ,and with creed-lit torch reluming ,fires of torture 8unconsuming10 ,through the great hereafter8 ,will the ,wrong1 the ,right assailing1 ,wring from suffering helpless wailing ,in the great hereafter8-- ,conquered ,good1 with banners trailing1 ,seeking streams for ,hope's regaling1 ,be mirage-lured1 till faint and failing1 ,faith becomes a phantom1 sailing ,through the great hereafter8 ,or1 shall our spirit eyes beholding ,god's mysterious plans unfolding ,in the great hereafter1 ,see ,his strength the ,right upholding ,and his love the weak enfolding ,in the great hereafter8 ,struggling here with opposition1 ,gives1 perchance1 the strong volition ,some may need for angel mission1 ,in the great hereafter2 ,and the ills of life's condition1 ,to the tried may bring fruition ,of a joyous1 sweet elysian ,in the great hereafter4 ,what has seemed ,fate's unfair dealing1 ,may unveil1 a joy revealing ,in the great hereafter3 ,though denying our appealing1 ,made in agony of feeling1 ,god may still1 with love's own healing1 ,higher destiny1 be sealing ,for the ,great ,hereafter4 ,late ,october4 ,the night was black--the dismal rain ,first dripped from sullen1 inky clouds1 ,and then was dashed against the pane1 ,by winds that shrieked like demon crowds2 ,when1 on the midnight's ebon breast1 ,the storm1 a moment1 lulled to rest1 ,i heard this low1 half stifled moan ,with sorrow braided in the tone-- 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 who80 ,the lurid lightning's fitful glare ,lit all the far1 horizon's rim-- ,it showed the walnut1 stripped and bare1 ,and clutching one great1 leafless limb ,sat something weird1 of dusky form2 ,defenceless1 in the pelting storm1 ,she faced alone that angry sky-- ,october's voice seemed in the cry1 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 ,who80 ,with rush and wrench an angered fiend ,the loosened shutters clanged and swung1 ,his single stroke the grove had preened ,and wide its deadened branches flung1 ,and from the wide1 o'er-hanging eaves ,he tore the crimson ivy leaves ,and wildly whirled them on the blast-- ,the phantom murmured1 as they passed1 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 ,who80 ,the maples writhed as1 tempest torn1 ,their branches beat the gables high1 ,and1 in the storm's dark bosom borne1 ,mad thunders bellowed thro' the sky4 ,she spurned the spruce1 with stately form1 ,whose robes of green might shield and warm1 ,and yet1 like sobbing on the gale1 ,was monotoned that dismal wail1 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 ,who80 ,again the leaping lightnings glared1 ,the wind swept down the clinging vines1 ,in twisting gusts the trees were bared1 ,it rocked and tossed the rasping pines2 ,unmoved1 amid the tempest there1 ,and as the wraith of grim despair1 ,still clutched the limb1 that dusky form1 ,repeating to the driving storm1 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 who80 ,the arbor gleamed with tangled vines1 ,where1 erstwhile1 hung1 'mid emerald sheen1 ,the clustering wealth of unpressed wines2 ,and charms of scarlet1 gold and green1 ,with opulence of fruit and grain1 ,poured riches for ,october's reign2 ,now1 conquered1 robbed1 usurped her throne1 ,her sorrow welling in the moan1 8,who cares for me8 ,who1 who80 99 99 99 99 99 ,the morning sun is mocking cold-- ,the vanquished queen stands1 pale1 forlorn1 ,her gauzy veil of dream and gold1 ,and royal robes1 all rent and torn1 ,with bannered glories1 trampled down1 ,to bring her victor's sparkling crown4 ,she feebly smiles and passes on ,to join the old ,october's1 gone-- ,november wails--8,who cares40 ,on the ,beach4 ,o1 tell me1 rolling1 tossing billow1 ,where thy place of rest may be6-- ,who shall find1 and who peruse them1 ,were these lines consigned to thee6 ,will the wild winds catch and carry1 ',mid the waves tumultuous roar1 ,leaving them where golden glory ,flames along the sunset shore8 ,pillowed on thy throbbing bosom ,where will this wee1 waifling drift8 ,will an eager hand stretch for it1 ,thinking some strange tale to lift-- ,a record brief of direst peril ,in a storm-wrecked sinking ship-- ,the moment when all hope had left them-- ,the tale ne'er told by human lip8 ,or1 will thy rolling1 rocking cradle ,hold the casket unrevealed1 ,till thy wrenching1 prying fingers ,hath its secrets all unsealed8-- ,dropping then the worthless trifle ,where wealth's storm-wrecked treasures lie1 ,in thy mystic1 wave-worn caverns1 ,hidden aye1 from mortal eye4 ,hidden4 ,oft the heart is full of weeping ,when no tears escape the lids2 ,bravely will stands guard o'er feeling ,and the tell-tale flow forbids1 ,and for love of those who love us ,every sign of sorrow hides1 ,counterfeiting joy and gladness ,where in secret1 grief abides4 ,though we try to gild with sunshine ,thorny paths we needs must tread1 ,hiding1 'neath a show of courage1 ,that we go with shrinking dread-- ,tho' we hush the sob of mourning ,for the strong true love we knew1 ,yet affection's sacred altar ,with forget-me-nots we strew4 ,every sentient heart holds hidden1 ,from the gaze of prying eyes1 ,all its sorrows4 ,e'en its raptures ,from such sharing it denies4 ,love of some and dread of others ,shut the heart with bolts and bars2 ,we shrink to wound our loving dear ones-- ,we dread the sympathy that jars4 ,but1 when night is darkly brooding ,over earth with raven wings1 ,feeling may1 with unseen fingers1 ,sweep the spirit's trembling strings4 ,then1 within its secret chamber1 ,may the heart's own words be said-- ,there alone1 with ,love's one taper1 ,all its bitter tears may shed4 ,my ,robins ,are ,gone4 ,my robins are gone-- ,the last one has flown2 ,with a pang in my breast ,i look into the nest ,and know ,i'm forever alone4 ,the night will come in thro' the crimsoning west1 ,repeating that lesson of pain-- 8,the robin that once has flown out of the nest ,seeks never its shelter again40 ,my robins are gone1 etc4 ,o1 glad was my heart with its fullness of love ,when fondly ,i cared for them all1 ,but now ,i'm alone1 in the shadowy grove1 ,and they are too far for recall4 ,my robins are gone1 etc4 ,the world was so wide1 and the skies were so blue1 ,they tempted my darlings away2 ,in the bright1 dewy morning so buoyant they flew1 ,nor dreamed of the noon-heat of day4 ,my robins are gone1 etc4 ,i'll stay by the lonely1 embowered1 old nest-- ,some stars will beam down thro' the night2 ,i'll hush my heart's cry with a 8,god knoweth best10 ,and wait for the dawn of the light4 ,tho' my robins are gone1 ,tho' the last one has flown1 ,they'll think of the tree ,that is sheltering me1-- ,they'll be to me ever my own4 ,winterbloom4 ,oh6 beautiful winterbloom1 why did you tarry8 ,o1 why in ,spring's glory of budding and bloom1 ,were hidden your jewels1 wee1 golden and starry1 ,to open them now1 in ,november's chill gloom8 ,the crocuses first heard the warm breezes calling1 ,the dandelions glowed in their emerald sea ,and lilies1 sun-kissed1 in the lakelets were lolling-- ,all ,flora's enchantments were beckoning thee4 ,when ,june1 in soft airs1 swung her rose-freighted censer1 ,and dew gems were set with the buttercup's gold--,the annual bloom1 growing brighter and denser-- ,why still1 from the summer1 your beauty withhold8 8,when ,spring in her gladness poured beauty around you1 ,and joy bells rang with most musical tone1 ,when opulent ,summer with riches had crowned you1 ,my coming had then been unheeded1 unknown4 ,now flowers of springtime and summer have left you1 ,the winter's foreclosure has shadowed the home-- ,of the last clinging leaves the cold winds have bereft you-- ,as a friend in ,adversity1 now ,i am come40 ,the ,old ,home4 ,the empty hammock1 in the grove1 ,the playful breeze is swinging-- ,wild birds1 of varied note and plume1 ,in ,babel jargon singing1 ,come boldly near my silent door1 ,and e'en the woodland thrushes ,pour forth for me1 their floods of song1 ,in sweet1 melodious gushes4 ,and nearer still1 the squirrels come1 ,among the walnuts leaping1 ,and gather in their winter stores ,without the toil of reaping4-- ,the tennis plot is overgrown ,with long1 untrodden grasses-- ,above it hangs1 from unpruned boughs1 ,their foliage wealth in masses4 ,the lichens lengthen on the trees-- ,they blotch1 with gray1 the fences ,and prove decadence is of years1 ,whatever our pretenses2 ,the storm-worn roof and gables all ,suggest inceptive mosses-- ,the ample house1 with silent rooms1 ,hope's argosy and losses4 ,the shrubs that once bore stately bloom ,are now a bushy tangle1 ,where tribes of beetles1 thro' the spring1 ,o'er blighted beauty wrangle2 ,and goldenrod1 with kindly grace1 ,hides1 with her shining tassels1 ,neglected spots1 where once was built1 ,young ,fancy's airy castles4 ,the bell1 that called the dinner hour ,with deep1 revibrant clanging1 ,is woven round with maple boughs1 ,its stranded rope1 down-hanging1 ,has won a morning-glory bloom ,to twine its frayed out fringes1 ,and trumpet vine creeps o'er the gate ,to hide its broken hinges4 ,now silence reigns where once was heard ,the ring of childish laughter2-- ,they'll come no more--8our little boys0-- ,in all the years hereafter2 ,yet winds oft join with listless mood ,to cheat me with the seeming-- ,a dimpled hand tugs at the latch-- ,but ah6 'twas only dreaming4 ,they're out upon the field of ,life ,where blades of strength are clashing1 ,where true and false contend for aye ,with thought's bright spear-points flashing1 ,and we must hush love's hunger-cry ,and still the selfish yearning-- ,must hide the heart's fond worship1 tho' ,its altar fires are burning4 ,but mother-love can make her strong ,to check her own heart's throbbing1 ,and bid them go with steady voice ,while self's in secret1 sobbing2 ,then she will whisper broken words ,alone with ,god in prayer1 ,and find that heavenly blessing falls ,for every cross we bear4 ,thought4 ,backward1 backward ,thought has traveled1 ,back into the dim unknown1 ,when the spheres in cosmic star-dust ,circled ,his eternal throne-- ,back where cosmogonic darkness1 ,wrought upon by ,spirit light1 ,yielded elemental centers ,and protoplastic satellite4 ,back1 where first creative forces1 ,by impulsion from 8,the ,cause10 ,start the universe in motion1 ,guided by unerring laws-- ,hurl the spheric fiery masses ,thro' abysmal depths of space-- ,meting out to each an orbit ,with defined1 unchanging place4 ,thought1 from thence1 fares down the aeons ,thro' the long chaotic night1 ,while ,his omnipresent agents 7,each a vast deific might7 ,fashion to ,his will and purpose ,thro' infinitude of spheres2 ,in our own group change evolving ,till ,earth's infant life appears-- ,till creation felt ,time's fullness1 ,surging thro' unmeasured night1 ,that should rend the swathe of vapors ,with command--8,let there be ,light--0 ,felt the rolling1 tossing tumult ,of the fierce1 internal sweep ,when the thunder-toned volcanos ,lifted lands from shoreless deep4 ,then1 from formless void emerging1 ,earth spread wide her fields and hills1 ,woke the untrod glooms with music ,of her new-born leaping rills2-- ,then the firmament1 in grandeur1 ,lit its unveiled depths of blue ,with the moon in full-orbed beauty ,and the young stars beaming through4 ,and the sunshine thrilled earth's bosom1 ,quickened germ-imprisoned life-- ,soon the hillsides and the valleys ,were with floral beauty rife2--,forests robed the mountain ranges1 ,bound their sun-crooned brows with green1 ,while the mighty1 sea-fed rivers ,rolled in majesty between4 99 99 99 99 99 ,farther on in ,life's gradations ,he who tuned the spheric roll1 ,back in ,nature's barred ,arcana1 ,gave and clothed the human soul4 ,hush1 oh thought1 nor dare to question ,how creative laws adjust6 ,canst thou comprehend ,jehovah ,or the elemental 8dust80 ,here1 oh spirit1 rest with child-faith2 ,covet not forbidden things4 ,,life1 the vainly sought for secret1 ,proof1 to us1 of ,godhood brings-- ,of the ,infinite1 beyond us-- ,far beyond the grasp of mind2-- ,kneeling1 trusting1 here we worship ,god--,jehovah1 ,undefined4 ,columbus4 ,o'er the stormy1 pathless seas1 ,nobly proud1 the ,genoese ,to a shadowed realm sailed2 ,with a will to brave and bear1 ,sought he chance to do and dare1 ',mid the perils he must share ,that ,earth's grandeur be unveiled4 ,pilgrims sailed to lighted shores1 ,hope and ,home with open doors1 ,but thro' dusky deeps1 unknown1 ,boldly this explorer plowed1 ,facing danger's darkling crowd ,and ,fate's looming1 gestant cloud1 ,from the waste of waters blown4 ,heaven gave to him a soul ,finely fashioned to control ,with a wondrous spirit might-- ,that should sweep of doubt and fear1 ,broad and bright1 a pathway clear-- ,by it lift a hemisphere ,into ,freedom's joyous light4 ,purpose1 daring were sublime-- ,his the crowning deeds of ,time2 ,life1 for others' gain1 was spent ,opening ,earth's great treasure-doors-- ,half a world with ,bounty's stores-- ,mountains1 rich in precious ores-- ,caves with sparkling gems besprent4 ,justice gave unquestioned claim ,to the highest niche of ,fame1 ,but what recompense was ,spain's8 ,she1 thro' craven sons of lust1 ,honor stabbed1 with feigned distrust-- ,trampled his great soul in dust1 ,scorned and loaded him with chains4 ,now she comes to steal his bones3 ,earth revile6 ,in thunder tones ,tell the tale of wrong and shame2 ,write this edict out in flame-- ,in the hemisphere he gave1 7,which he begged might be his grave7 ,she1 of ,greed1 the wasted slave1 ,shall have nevermore a name4 ,transcriber's note ,poem titles were originally printed in a stylized1 8,gothic0-variety typeface 7think ,new ,york ,times masthead74 ,fonts which are a reasonable approximation of this1 and which this ebook will display if you have them installed1 include ,old ,english ,text ,,mt1 ,chomsky1 ,cloister ,black1 ,old ,london4 ,the following probable printer errors were corrected4 ,page #dg1 8i ngering0 changed to 8lingering0 7,i'm lingering now7 ,page #hi1 8,indnite0 changed to 8,infinite0 7lighted with ,infinite love7 ,page #ih1 8temptest0 changed to 8tempest0 7by sorrow's tempest shaken7 ,page #ajd1 8,chrstians0 changed to 8,christians0 7,when ,christians are one7 ,page #adi1 8,queiscent0 changed to 8,quiescent0 7,quiescent in that blest repose7 ,page #agh1 8prsence0 changed to 8presence0 7,i knew that a presence had surely been there7 ,page #aia1 8herafter0 changed to 8hereafter0 7beyond life's tossing ocean _/ ,to the great hereafter7 ,page #aig1 8,wtih bannerd0 changed to 8,with bannered0 7,with bannered glories7 ,page #aih1 8rollng0 changed to 8rolling0 7thy rolling1 rocking cradle7 ,page #bjj1 8shrniking0 changed to 8shrinking0 7,that we go with shrinking dread7 ,page #bji1 8satelite0 changed to 8satellite0 7,and protoplastic satellite7 ,page #bji1 8unchangnig0 changed to 8unchanging0 7,with defined1 unchanging place47 ,page #baj1 8,lfited0 changed to 8,lifted0 7,lifted lands from shoreless deep47 ,page #baa1 8migthy0 changed to 8mighty0 7mighty1 sea-fed rivers7 ,punctuation1 hyphenation1 and word spacing errors were amended without further note4