,transcriber's ,note3 ,poems are ordered by publication year 7goal is the earliest available at least with legible text71 then alphabetically intrayear 7ignoring 8,a01 8,an01 and 8,the074 ,poems appear as printed in source unless changes are given in the notes4 ,investigation of spelling involved ,google's ,ngram ,viewer 7_/_/books4google4com_/ngrams_/74 ,title case is used for all poem titles for consistent appearance4 ,where ,mr4 ,flynn reused a title1 the version is indicated by the year in the title 7e4g4 title v#aiba74 ,alternative text was created for illustrations4 ,appendix #a was created for this book and is ordered alphabetically by poem title4 ,appendix #b also was created for this book4 ,appendix #c provides a way to make this collection more complete4 ,additional new material1 and the compilation1 are granted to the public domain4 ,this plain text version of the book uses underscores 77 to denote the start and end of italicized text4 ,however1 when an entire poem is italicized1 a bracketed note is used instead in order to retain the poem's structure4 ,,collected ,,poems ,,of ,,clarence ,,edwin ,,flynn ,first ,edition1 #aibi and ,earlier ,,acknowledgements ,,preface ,,poems ,,appendix #a3 ,,bylines1 ,,bibliography1 ,,notes ,,appendix #b3 ,,index ,,appendix #c3 ,,inaccessible ,,poems ,,acknowledgements ,i would like to thank several librarians4 ,geoffrey ,ross 7,history1 ,philosophy1 and ,newspaper ,library at the ,university of ,illinois ,urbana-,champaign7 scanned the necessary documents allowing 8,the ,measure of ,life0 to appear in this first edition4 ,terese ,de,simio 7,greene ,county ,,oh ,public ,library7 saved resources in the intercity transfer of an extract about ,clarence ,edward ,flynn4 ,lauren ,day 7,university of ,michigan ,library7 verified the bottom of the physical publication containing 8,the ,age of a ,heart0 had been cut off4 ,she then advised ,hathi,trust to seek a source with a complete scan of the publication4 ,,preface ,what follows is a brief introduction to ,mr4 ,flynn1 his authorship of poems1 and how this book came about4 ,from my research on his life1 which ,i made available at _/_/prabook4com_/web_/clarence4flynn_/#a jhdhjb1 ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn 7#ahhf-aigj7 was an ,american ,methodist ,episcopal clergyman1 writer1 hymnist and lecturer4 ,he's described as a 8writer of stories1 articles and verse appearing in periodicals and anthologies0 and is 8represented in anthologies of verse4 ,general character writing1 religious1 educational40 #a #b ,his poetry alone appeared in more than #cjj different domestic and international publications4 ,despite variation in bylines over his career1 ,i believe all poems in this collection belong to ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn4 ,specifically1 the variation in middle name_/initial in this first edition amounts to ,e 7#ahf71 ,edwin 7#d71 none 7#c71 and ,f 7#a74 ,to put those numbers in a wider context1 the variation associated with poetry published in #aicj and later shows the following preliminary results3 ,edwin 7#dae71 ,e 7#ih71 ,edward 7#ae71 none 7#c71 and conflicts within the same publication 7#b74 8,edward0 appears in bylines between #aica-aied4 ,there was an educator named ,clarence ,edward ,flynn 7#ahij-aief71 but one description of his authorship published a year before his death is very specific and does not mention verse3 8,a ,county ,plan of ,work for ,elementary ,schools2 ,a ,workbook for ,elementary and ,high ,schools40 #c ,it may be that bylines with 8,edward0 are due to error and name interchangeability 7see www4familysearch4org_/en_/wiki_/,ireland ,naming,customs74 ,the benefit of any doubt about ,clarence ,edward ,flynn's authorship of verse should be given to well-established poet ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn4 ,this brief analysis is limited by ,a7 the absence of ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn's personal papers 7their status is unknown to me7 and ,b7 only rare inclusions of his blurb in publications to which he contributed4 ,how did this book come about8 ,the gateway was an anthology of short stories and poetry that was partially lacking in primary sources4 ,i applied my penchant for research in finding them4 ,the search for a primary source for one particular anonymous poem initially turned up more secondary sources without a named author4 ,i stuck with the search1 and it transformed into a rabbit hole4 ,i eventually came across a primary source attributing the poem to ,clarence ,flynn--my introduction to his name4 ,as ,i continued to look for the oldest primary source available for that poem1 ,i discovered more of his poetry and became a fan4 ,after finding his inclusion in prominent sources like those in the first two footnotes to this preface1 the questions came4 ,why haven't ,i heard of this person8 ,why doesn't he have a ,wikipedia page8 ,as previously mentioned1 ,i went with prabook4com instead4 ,why hasn't his poetry been collected8 ,and so here1 emerging from the rabbit hole1 is the inaugural collection4 ,this first edition is limited to poetry published in #aibi or earlier in accordance with a copyright rule governing works first published before #ie years ago4 ,but with more than #gjj additional poems waiting in the wings1 future editions are planned as increments of these poems enter the public domain on an annual basis4 #a ,who's ,who in ,america3 ,a ,biographical ,dictionary of ,notable ,living ,men and ,women4 ,vol4 #bd1 #aidf-aidg1 ,two ,years4 ,chicago3 ,the ,a4 ,n4 ,marquis ,co41 #aidf4 p4 #ghj #b ,lawrence1 ,alberta1 ed4 ,who's ,who ,among ,north ,american ,authors4 ,vol4 #e1 #aica-aicb4 ,los ,angeles3 ,golden ,syndicate ,publishing ,co41 #aica4 p4 #ajhi #c ,who's ,who in the ,east4 ,vol4 #e4 ,chicago3 ,the ,a4 ,n4 ,marquis ,co41 #aiee4 p4 #bfh ,,poems ,si ,gidders 7#aijb7 ,there's an old man named ,si ,gidders lives on ,uncle ,henry's place1 ,jest a common farmer feller1 that is all2 ,tall1 an' lean1 an' lank in figger1 with an awful homely face1 ,but as much as you could estimate of gall4 ,gidders has one wretched failin'1 that of wonderin' at things1 ,an' it takes most all his time to humor that1 ,for it's wonder1 wonder1 wonder till yer ear jest fairly rings1 ,with the how1 an' who1 an' which1 an' where1 an' what4 ,he will wonder why the sun don't shine by night as well as day1 ,an' why all the leaves ain't red instid o' green2 ,why them brindled kind o' chickens air the ones that allers lay1 ,an' why ,johnny ,smith ain't fat instid o' lean4 ,he will wonder why the sky is blue an' why it isn't brown1 ,an' why twelve o'clock don't come at early morn2 ,he will wonder why things don't fall up instid o' fallin' down1 ,an' why ,seckel pears don't grow on stalks of corn4 ,he will wonder why ,jim ,perry's hair ain't black instid o' red1 ,an' why summer don't start in at ,christmas time2 ,why it is that folks can't never go to heaven till they're dead1 ,an' why three times three ain't ten instid o' nine2 ,why don't daisies bloom in winter1 an' why don't we have no snow ,when the temperature's a hundred in the shade2 ,why don't tomcats never whistle1 en why does a rooster crow ,when his mate has just informed him that she's laid4 ,so ,si ,gidders' tongue is runnin' an' each new thing he may see ,allers sets a wonder workin' in his head1 ,he will wonder what it is an' how it ever came to be1 ,an' why it ain't painted black instid o' red4 ,an' ,i 'spect that when he dies an' comes to heaven's pearly gates ,that he won't find time to step inside at all1 ,for he'll want to stop an' wonder why they hain't all made of tin1 ,an' nailed up with old shoeleather to the wall4 ,hagar's ,song 7#aijf7 ,thou ,god of mercy1 ,thou who art ,to ,abraham a sword and shield1 ,must ,i myself1 an infant1 yield ,unto the desert's burning heart8 ,have ,i been so undutiful ,that this death be my recompense1 ,that ,ishmael in his innocence ,should die so young and beautiful8 ,is he so worthless in ,thy sight1 ,is all that he might do and be ,so insignificant to ,thee ,who lovest justice1 truth1 and right8 ,but though ,i crave ,thy tenderness1 ,no longer will ,i plead with ,thee ,whate'er ,thy will so let it be4 ,for even death can bring but rest4 ,so not unto the burning sands ,do ,i commend my dearest joy1 ,my innocent1 my precious boy1 ,but into ,thy most gracious hands4 ,but ,i am like a wreck at sea2 ,my throat is parched1 my heart is sore2 ,i sigh for rest1 not that of yore4 ,do to me1 ,lord1 as pleaseth ,thee4 ,the ,cry of a ,human 7#aijf7 ,when the cares of life are heavy and the world looks dark to me1 ,when board is high and funds are running low1 ,i can look back at the faces that ,i used to love to see-- ,the faces of the balmy long ago4 ,i can wander back along the brooks ,i loved when but a boy1 ,when ,i didn't have to mend my shirts and sew ,the buttons on ,i busted off1 ah6 those were days of ,joy1 ,when ,i lived1 a careless laddie1 in the happy long ago4 ,somehow1 when my dinner's heavy1 then my heart gets heavy1 too4 ,and ,i long to see the cooky jar again4 ,it isn't any wonder that the world looks black and blue1 ,when you owe at least a half dozen men4 ,i am longing for the good old days when ,i could live care free1 ,and when ,i was hungry ,i could just tiptoe ,into the dark old pantry1 and eat all that ,i could see1 ,and only get my britches fanned in the happy long ago4 ,give me back the nice hot biscuit1 give me back the fresh clean clothes1 ,give me back the swimmin' hole and all its joys1 ,give me back the tenderness that a mother only knows ,makes the very life and soul of sturdy boys4 ,give me back the apple-butter1 and ,i'll stir it till ,i die4 ,give me back the places that ,i used to know4 ,give me back the fresh fried sausage and the yellow pumpkin pie ,that ,i used to do the chores for in the happy long ago4 ,the joy of being grown up has lost all its charm for me1 ,since my clothes are growing threadbare down the seams1 ,and my ,sunday hat needs darning1 and my necktie seems to be ,drawing near the murmur of ,elysian streams4 ,i am longing for the good old days1 when life was new to me1 ,and the parties where ,i used to love to go1 ,the old-time apple cuttin' and the jolly huskin' bee1 ,where ,i used to swing the lassies in the happy long ago4 ,child's ,prayer 7#aijg7 ,now ,i lay me down to sleep ',mid the twilight's gentle gloom1 ,soothing me to slumbers deep ,in my angel-guarded room1 ,while the stars look tenderly ,down upon the world and me4 ,i pray the ,lord my soul to keep ,while the shadows hover near4 ,o1 may angel pinions sweep ,where an evil would appear1 ,angel footsteps softly press ',round my bed in watchfulness4 ,if ,i should die before ,i wake1 ,and lightly leave my snowy bed1 ,and wander out1 my way to take ,unto the side of ,him who said ,beside the lake of ,galilee3 8,forbid them not to come to me40 ,i pray the ,lord my soul to take ,to walk with him #8neath clearer skies ,where only joyful souls awake1 ,where grander1 sweeter songs arise1 ,through all the years to come1 the same ,i humbly pray in ,jesus' name4 ,my ,father's ,house 7#aijh7 ,some times ,i see in quiet1 thoughtful hours ,adown the winding journey of the years1 ,beyond a valley full of faded flowers ,whose petals still are wet with human tears1 ,an open door that looms beside the way1 ,and many weary pilgrims entering where ,a glad face waits to welcome them alway1 ,and then ,i know my ,father's house is there4 ,i care not whether it be built of gold1 ,with pearly gates and shining sapphire walls1 ,or whether it be humble1 low1 and old1 ,with footworn thresholds and with homely halls4 ,i only ask that when my feet have pressed ,the journey through1 and ,i have come alone ,unto my ,father's house1 that ,i may rest ,among the loved and lost1 and feel at home4 ,hope 7#aiji7 ,when every flower has shed its bloom ,afar upon life's changing ground1 ,and in the chilling autumn gloom ,their leaves are drifted all around4 ,one blossom still will lift its eyes ,unto the changeless summer skies4 ,when life's poor lyre has ceased to play1 ,when faith and love no longer sing1 ,still through the shades of closing day ,will tremble one unbroken string ,to make life's music still ascend ,in harmony unto the end4 ,oh1 flower of hope with deathless hue1 ,oh1 song of hope1 unsilenced still1 ,beyond the vast1 eternal blue ,ye shine and echo on until ,the journey's ended and the way ,leads into ,god's eternal day4 ,the ,king 7#aiji7 ,when the ,king came ,he was so like ,his own1 they knew ,him not2 ,and cast in ways of poverty ,his lot4 ,there was no blazoned heraldry of fame ,when the ,king came4 ,when the ,king died ,not many wept4 ,the memory of ,his years ,did not bring many blossoms dewed with tears ,unto the new tomb in the mountainside1 ,when the ,king died4 ,when the ,king rose ',twas not to go to some far distant land1 ,nor yet to dwell within a palace grand1 ',twas to the palace of the hearts of men ,he rose again4 ,battle ,hymn 7#aiad7 ,the world has seen from age to age ,two marshaled hosts upon the plain ,each other in a war engage1 ,and strew the years with heroes slain2 ,and though they seem at times to fail1 ,the hosts of ,god shall still prevail4 ,between the hosts of right and wrong ,the conflict long has raged afield4 ,it still must rage1 however long1 ,till one shall see the other yield4 ,but1 though a countless horde assail1 ,the hosts of ,god shall still prevail4 ,the days of blood are in the past1 ,and gone the conflict of the sword4 ,unseen the lines of war are cast ,against the armies of the ,lord4 ,but1 though their words be fiery hail1 ,the hosts of ,god shall still prevail4 ,by night and day the conflict goes1 ,unheard1 unseen1 but great and real2 ,and back and forth ,god's friends and foes ,contend for this world's woe or weal4 ,fear not their weapons nor their mail1 ,for we shall see ,god's hosts prevail4 ,hearts1 lose not courage4 ,brains1 take fire1 ,and grow not listless in the fight4 ,the arms of ,god shall never tire1 ,and nothing can withstand ,his might4 ,what though at times our banners trail ,in dust1 our ,god shall still prevail4 ,the world shall know the ways of ,god4 ,the nations all shall walk in peace4 ,wherever human foot has trod1 ,the sway of selfishness shall cease4 ,no more shall horse and rider pale ,go forth1 when ,god's hosts shall prevail4 ,beneath serene and peaceful skies1 ,and from an earth without a stain1 ,redemption's anthem shall arise ,throughout the years1 for ,god shall reign4 ,his cause shall not forever fail1 ,for1 soon or late1 ,he shall prevail4 ,song of the ,dove 7#aiad7 ,o ,,dove1 whom do you woo ,with your soft and gentle coo ,in the freshness of the morning 'mid the sunlight and the dew8 ,when the first ,spring flow'rs are fair ,and your voice floats everywhere ,on the bosom of the palpitating air8 ,o dove1 how glad the note ,that echoes from your throat ,when the lazy clouds like castles of the sunny islands float ,in the azure ,summer sky1 ,ah1 let your joy run high1 ,for the dreary ,winter's coming by and by4 ,o dove1 how sad the tone ,as you sit and grieve alone ,in the gathering of the twilight1 in your sad1 sweet monotone1 ,with the ,autumn hillsides gray ,stretching far--so far away1 ,but the joys of ,spring and ,summer gone for aye4 ,the ,gateway of the ,kingdom 7#aiae7 ,,the gateway of the ,kingdom ,it bendeth very low1 ,within the reach of every place ,where common people go4 ',tis grand1 but grandly simple4 ',tis great1 yet very small1 ,though wide enough that ever ,there's passage-way for all4 ,the gateway of the ,kingdom ,is not of common gold4 ,its pearl is far more precious ,than earthly realm can hold4 ,it has no rusty hinges4 ,no marble steps are piled4 ,the gateway of the ,kingdom ,is the spirit of a child4 ,magi and ,shepherd 7#aiae7 ,there's a ,babe within the manger4 ,humble men are on the hills4 ,where the sheep are safely folded1 there the silver moonlight spills4 ,there's a rift across the heavens4 ,there's a light along the sky4 ,there's a glory in the valley4 ,there's an angel song on high4 ,there's a ,babe within the manger4 ,on the hills are humble men4 8,peace on earth10 rings forth the chorus1 and their hearts respond1 8,amen60 ,there's a ,babe within the manger4 ,there's a star that shines above4 ',tis a star of age-long promise4 ',tis the morning star of love4 ,there are wise men4 ,they are kneeling4 ,they have brought their tribute there-- ,gold1 and frankincense1 and myrrh4 ,behold the majesty they wear4 ,there are wise men4 ,they are kneeling4 ,wisdom comes upon its knees4 ,in its simple recognition of the birth and reign of peace4 ,humble men are on the hillsides1 men of wisdom in the stall ,where the new-born ,king of ,glory deigns to find ,his earthly all4 ,high and low have met together4 ,there before a common shrine ,rich and poor1 unlearned and lettered1 each has found the ,king ,divine4 ,christ is ,lord of humble peasant4 ,he is ,lord of royal son4 ,at ,his feet all men are equal4 ,in ,his way all men are one4 ,the ,open ,tomb 7#aiae7 ,a thousand gates ,lead to the grave2 and through the weary years ,the race of men1 through bitter1 blinding tears1 ,have seen the forms they loved most enter there ,where ever waits ,an open road on which all feet must fare4 ,one only gate ,leads from the grave2 one portal outward swings4 ',tis one alike for peasants and for kings4 ,beside it lies a stone that's rolled away2 ,and1 soon or late1 ,god's people shall fare forth into the day4 ,o1 ,mighty ,one1 ,we praise thee that when we have finished all ,the day's full hours will hold1 and night shall fall ,that we may see1 although we die upon ,a bed of stone1 ,one door that opens outward on the dawn4 ,a ,price ,unpaid 7#aiae7 ,upon one battlefield is writ in blood ,the story of more woe than all the years ,can wash away1 e'en with the cleansing flood ,of centuries of peace4 ,blind1 sickening tears ,are caused to flow that never mailed hand ,will seek to dry4 ,there glassy grows the eye ,of him who looked with joy upon the land1 ,rich now with death's ripe harvest4 ,one weak sigh1 ,then fades the sky1 the fields1 and all--and then ,the awful silence which alone will say ,to those at home1 he died1 but how or when ,remains a secret of the bloody day4 ,what logic is there that can justify ,the wasting harvest field1 the empty home1 ,the blank despair that comes at last to lie ,on faces left to fare their way alone1 ,widowed and orphaned--and for naught but this-- ,to keep a royal throne from tottering down1 ,to hold a mile of boundary where it is1 ,to save a scepter1 or preserve a crown8 ,two ,princes 7#aiae7 ,the ,war ,lord dwells within his palace walls ,in all the bright insignia of power2 ,he gives the word by which a city falls1 ,or ships go thundering through ,death's awful hour4 ,the ,prince of ,peace knew not an earthly throne1 ,had not one resting place to call his own4 ,the ,war ,lord in the pomp of place doth ride ,across the borders of the blood-drenched land4 ,on splendid charger1 strong and fiery-eyed ,in every place he keeps a presence grand4 ,the ,prince of ,peace knew but a humble seat ,and walked the earth with weary1 dusty feet4 ,the ,war ,lord hears the plaudits of the crowd4 ,unnumbered men would perish for his name4 ,to keep his royal robes they wear a shroud1 ,and bleed to save him from an hour of shame4 ,the ,prince of ,peace with thorns upon his head1 ,unfriended1 through the hard-eyed crowd was led4 ,the while the ,war ,lord speaks the myriad waits1 ,and at his word it cannot choose but die4 ,his armored hand is laid upon the gates ,of life and death4 ,what matter reasons why8 ,in one dark hour of loving agony ,the ,prince of ,peace expired upon a tree4 ,the ,voices of ,god 7#aiae7 ,a ,,thousand voices speak of ,god4 ,the gayest flower1 the meanest clod1 ,the highest hill1 the deepest sea ,proclaim his messages to me4 ,i read his story in the ,book4 ,i hear it in the babbling brook2 ',tis written all across the sky1 ,and in the silent majesty ,of mountains1 lifting from the land4 ,a note of his undying word ,is in the song of every bird1 ,and but to-day my ,saviour smiled ,from out the features of a child4 ,the ,wealth of ,cheer 7#aiae7 ,what's the use of weeping ,when the day goes wrong8 ,better to be keeping ,pace with mirth and song4 ,december is ,december1 ,but ,may is always ,may1 ,and shine and shade1 remember1 ,will each come in its day4 ,gloom's an old1 old story1 ,as ancient as the earth4 ,and men with heads now hoary ,have measured out its worth4 ,they speak with one opinion ,that1 not in gloom and mists1 ,but in sunshine's dominion ,the wealth of men consists4 ,true ,values 7#aiaf7 ,one day an angel came and asked a king1 ,sated with power1 with love of pomp and gold1 ,four things that ,god must dearly love1 to bring ,and set them in his presence1 so 'tis told4 ,the king went forth and came again ere night1 ,and set before the angel in that hour ,a jewelled crown1 a scepter gleaming bright1 ,a battle weapon1 and a throne of power4 ,the angel's face grew shaded as he gazed ,upon the king's poor playthings gathered there4 ,at last again his countenance was raised4 ,he said3 8,these are the trappings pride may wear1 ,but ,god's great kingdom knows a richer worth3 ,a truer value is its high concern40 8,go01 pled the king1 8and from the mighty earth ,bring me those things4 ,i wait for thy return40 8,nay1 come with me01 the angel said1 8and ,i1 ,though ,i may lead a long and weary way1 ,will show you what is best beneath the sky40 ,these are the things he showed the king that day3 ,a kindly life that served unselfishly1 ,a flower that grew in sweetness undefiled1 ,a fireside where were love and purity1 ,the unspoiled spirit of a little child4 ,pictures 7#aiah7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the days are pictures1 and they pass ,as comes and goes some mirage sheen1 ,as fireflies in the tangled grass1 ,or shadows thrown upon the screen4 ,pictures they are of love and care2 ,pictures of toil and happiness2 ,of mighty men1 of ladies fair-- ,incarnate strength and gentleness2 ,pictures of battle and the night ,that touches woe with cooling breath2 ,of calm years following the fight1 ,when blossoms deck the fields of death2 ,pictures of paths that wind1 and meet ,where ,fate's decrees have willed it so1 ,or where erstwhile companion feet ,are led in separate ways to go4 ,the days are pictures1 and they run ,their hastening course of smiles and tears4 ,as shadows flit 'twixt sun and sun1 ,so pass the ever-dying years4 ,when the ,curtain ,falls 7#aiah7 ,when the end is reached1 and the curtain falls1 ,and the echoes die from the voiceless walls1 ,this is the thing that alone will tell3 ,the actor's part--has he played it well8 ,a few swift scenes and the course is run2 ,a few brief facts and the play is done4 ,may it be well when the far voice calls1 ,and the lights go out1 and the curtain falls4 ,the ,world's ,drama 7#aiah7 ,the world's a screen4 ,across it flit the shadows ,of all the multitudes that come and go4 ,they move in dusty lanes1 o'er sunny meadows1 ,and where the hand of toil moves to and fro4 ,there is the mourner and the long procession2 ,there is the maid with joy of which to sing2 ,there is the warrior1 with his blood-possession2 ,there is the shade of some forgotten king4 ,soon is each gone4 ,soon yonder in the distance ,each comes amid the mists to disappear1 ,where dying light falls on his face or glistens ,for one brief moment on his helm or spear4 ,yet as each goes another is approaching4 ,a multitude is shadowed on ahead2 ,so moves the line1 forevermore encroaching ,upon the borders of the silent dead4 ,thus goes the drama1 each his fond part playing1 ,for what he plays to him is all in all-- ,striving1 pursuing1 loving1 toiling1 praying1 ,until the darkness overshadows all4 ,jim 7#aiai7 ,a chicken-hearted boy was ,jim1 ,a lad with a gentle face and eye4 ,the boys all joined in a laugh at him ,whenever he chanced to be passing by4 ,he wouldn't set foot on a helpless thing4 ,for a crawling worm he'd turn aside4 ,he was always making a splint or sling ,for some wounded creature that else had died4 ,well1 ,jim grew up1 and the war came on4 ,justice and right in the dust lay low4 ,one day they noticed that ,jim was gone1 ,and wondered if he could face the foe4 ,it was said that no braver soldier fought ,in all the marshaled ranks than ,jim2 ,from many battles he finally brought ,the name of a hero home with him4 ,we looked to see a steely eye ,and a hardened face from his soldier ways1 ,but the same old lad came marching by ,with the gentle eyes of his boyhood days4 ,he had heard the voices of battle ring2 ,he had faced the peril from death's grim shore2 ,but to-day he treads on no helpless thing1 ,though they call him chicken-heart no more4 ,two illustrations cover the time span of the poem4 ,the first illustration's foreground has a boy facing the viewer1 walking along a neighborhood street1 and approaching a small1 sitting dog whose back faces the viewer4 ,the street bends right and into the background past homes and a few neighbors looking in the boy's direction4 ,a church steeple is prominent above the homes and trees4 ,the second illustration has the same viewpoint of the neighborhood4 ,people line the side of the street1 their backs to the viewer1 as a troop formation carrying an ,american flag parades towards the viewer4 ,let ,us ,be ,right 7#aiai7 ,let us be right1 though all the world may follow ,the broken fabric of some failing dream4 ,as sounds upon our ears its outcry hollow1 ,and men lose all for some deceiving scheme1 ,let us forsake the gold and tinsel masking1 ,and live for things enduring and secure4 ,whate'er the prize the idle crowd is asking1 ,let us be right4 ,the path of truth is sure4 ,let us be right1 whatever seem our losing1 ,some day the tide will turn1 and men will know ,the thing abiding4 ,then the common choosing ,will be the substance1 not the empty show4 ,let us be right4 ,when self's poor plans are shattered ,and all the castles lifted mountain high ,by evil hand1 are broken down and shattered1 ,the right shall stand beneath the mighty sky4 ,light and ,shadow 7#aiai7 ,a ,,bit of sunshine and a bit of shadow1 ,and each succeeds the other on the screen4 ,they chase each other over hill and meadow1 ,alternate triumph through each act and scene4 ,the smile and tear has each in turn its season1 ,the right and wrong their coronation day1 ,and foolishness contends for place with reason --such is a play4 ,a bit of gladness and a bit of sighing1 ,a warm sun's beaming and the cloudland's chill ,each comes and goes the while the day is dying ,from western hill to farther western hill4 ,so runs the tale as passing years grow hoary2 ,so will it be forever and for aye4 ,a bit of sorrow and a touch of glory --such is a day4 ,the ,new ,day 7#aiai7 ,put up your guns1 ye nations1 and lay your swords away4 ,forget the roar of battle ye heard but yesterday4 ,forget the vanished era of autocrats and kings ,and turn to face a future of better1 finer things4 ,we strung our rows of crosses on ,flanders' flow'ry plains4 ,we touched the fields of ,europe with our hearts' reddest stains4 ,we walked the shadowed valley3 we felt its deadly chill4 ,some lingered on its bosom with voice forever still4 ,among the wreck of empires1 the dreams of yesterday4 ,built on self's foundations 7the dreamers3 where are they874 ,we face a dawning future upon a shattered earth4 ',twill be as we shall make it--a thing of threat or worth4 ,o ye returning manhood1 baptized in battle flame1 ,ye who have fought for honor and saved the world from shame1 ,ye who have stood for justice beyond the mighty seas1 ,come to the task awaiting on battlefields of peace4 ,put up your guns1 ye nations1 and lay your swords away4 ',twas yours to live beholding the world's redemption day4 ,let now the earth1 forgetting its reign of strife and blood1 ,welcome the dawning era--the day of brotherhood4 ,poem is on cover page with the following additional text3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal1 ,march #aiai1 ,volume ,fifty-,one1 ,number ,three4 ,the poem overlays an illustration of the ,statue of ,liberty4 ,the ,new ,year 7#aiai7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,each ,new ,year day ,time cuts the thread ,that binds us to the vanished past4 ,its tears1 and cares1 and pangs are fled4 ,its woes are gone1 its troubles dead1 ,and we are free at last4 ,it is the road ahead we scan ,whene'er the year is new4 ,again we gird our hearts1 and plan ,for better days4 ,we hope again ,in things secure and true4 ,thanks for the hand that steals away ,the cares of moments sped4 ,thanks for the years we leave today1 ,but more for all that seems to say3 8',tis better on ahead40 ,god's ,garden 7#aibj7 ,there blooms a lovely garden ,beneath the smile of ,god1 ,where fairest flow'rs are nodding ,above the smoothest sod4 ,from it has come the harvest ,of everlasting worth1 ,enriching yonder heaven1 ,as well as hither earth4 ,kind friendships are the breezes ,that come with soothing breath2 ,love is the life stream1 springing ,where else had been but death2 ,a teacher is its gard'ner2 ,its sunlight is the truth2 ,and in its soil doth blossom ,the flower of lovely youth4 ,poem is framed by illustrated flowers4 ,outside the frame--from middle-left to middle-top--is an illustration of two young1 smiling girls standing in the midst of flowers4 ,the older girl is cradling several picked flowers in one arm while her other are is extended and selecting another4 ,the ,open ,soul 7#aibj7 ,there is a way ,that leads to some rich joy in every day1 ,to where through immemorial ages gone ,calm ,peace has sat upon her regal throne4 ,there is a road to joy's supremest goal1 ,but pilgrims say ,it is discerned but by the open soul4 ,there is a song ,that has the power to scatter courage strong ,through all the moments of the busy day1 ,and blunt the thorns along the weary way4 ,its music always lessens sorrow's toll1 ,though suffered long4 ,it is no secret to the open soul4 ,there is a gleam ,that lights with loveliness the hill and stream1 ,blesses the days with hours supremely rare1 ,and threads a line of gladness through each care4 ,before it all the shadows swiftly roll ,from fettered beam4 ,it breaks like morning on the open soul4 ,the ,outcome 7#aibj7 ,life's always at its best upon the screen4 ,it is not perfect4 ,life is never so4 ,there runs a struggle thru each shifting scene1 ,and shadows often come1 their pall to throw ,across the landscape4 ,things go wrong a while4 ,but always comes at last the shine's glow1 ,and gloom is followed by the song and smile4 ,in every drama wrong must have its reign1 ,in every tale the villain has his day2 ,gladness we see1 contrasting it with pain1 ,and truth is valued but by error's sway4 ,the right and wrong are alternate in power1 ,the scene is now in sun1 now shadow cast1 ,but tho the wrong may triumph for an hour1 ,the right is seated on the throne at last4 ,the ,silent ,drama 7#aibj7 ,out of the silence often comes ,a voice that breaks the stillness deep1 ,and with an eloquence unheard ,calls hidden mem'ries from their sleep4 ,it carries power unknown to speech2 ,it speaks directly to the heart1 ,grown thoughtful in the silences4 ,such is the screen's appealing art4 ,it calls the strong to lost resolve4 ,it thrills the weak to better things1 ,it touches sleeping hopes to life ,and in the songless heart it sings4 ,it opens scenes of loveliness ,for eyes long used to barren spot1 ,this sacred silence that is heard ,where thought is all and voice is not4 ,a ,trouble ,making ,world 7#aibj7 ,there's a word that keeps us from the best of things1 ,making some men peasants1 making others kings1 ,making all to sorrow1 forcing some to die1 ,for uncounted sorrows the one reason why4 ,there's a word begetting bitterness and strife1 ,evermore beclouding all the sky of life1 ,driving men to battle when they ought to be ,linked in soul together by fraternity4 ,there's a word that enters in the holy place1 ,writes its tale of trouble on the fairest face2 ,makes of life a struggle1 fraught with grasping greed1 ,when its years were given for high thought and deed4 ,there's a word that robs us of the happy song2 ,makes the earth a treadmill1 elevates the strong2 ,drives the weak from justice2 grinds the poor and worn2 ,fills the years with hatred2 seeds the world with scorn4 ,there's a word absorbing manhood's fruitful hour1 ,careless of life's meaning1 prodigal of power1 ,making regal spirits satisfied with pelf1 ,it is short but powerful1 and its name is self4 ,the ,builders 7#aiba7 ,each stone that goes into the wall ,and lifts it higher from the clay ,is but a life that heeds the call ,to serve its ,god from day to day4 ,no hammers on their anvils beat1 ,yet in some wondrous time to be ,the finished work will stand complete-- ,the temple of humanity4 ,the patient builders--who are they1 ,whose hands have toiled and oft alone1 ,through many a hard1 discouraged day ,to set e'er night another stone8 ,they are the teachers who have brought ,the word of righteousness and truth1 ,the great ideal1 the noble thought1 ,and dropped them in the heart of youth4 ,poem is on cover page with the following additional text3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal1 ,august #aiba4 ,cover has an illustration of a path1 lined by bushes and trees1 leading to a large church4 ,the view of the church is partially obscured by the trees1 but its steeple rises above them4 ,the sky is dominated by tall1 white1 billowing clouds4 ,the ,children v#aiba ,,when two gray-haired old parents meet ,in quiet home or busy street1 ,the talk will run in formal style ,on formal things a little while4 ,then1 following a silent spell3 8,the children1 are they doing well80 ,then faded eyes grow quickly bright4 ,worn features take a sudden light1 ,as they recount with pride and joy ,the story of each girl and boy4 ,how these old parents love to tell ,that every child is doing well6 ,the great ,all-,father up above1 ,i often think1 in words of love ,recounts each vict'ry and success1 ,joys in ,his children's happiness4 ,i think ,he1 too1 delights to tell ,that all ,his own are doing well4 ,climaxes v#aiba ,one climax comes in every play1 ,and only one2 ,and after it has had its day ,the struggle's won4 ,untangled is each vagrant thread2 ,sad hearts to happiness are led2 ,and1 with the days all fair ahead1 ,the play is done4 ,one climax comes in every life1 ,and only one-- ,the apex of our human strife1 ,the race we run4 ,then woes are banished2 tears are dried2 ,our answered questions put aside2 ,life's dearest hope is satisfied2 ,then life is done4 ,home v#aiba ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the joy that some hearts treasure1 the hope that others prize2 ,the wistful wish that1 buried deep1 sometimes in others lies2 ,a word so dear that men will die with gladness for its sake2 ,the forge at which are welded strong the ties that naught can break2 ,a garden in the wildest waste of this world's desert life2 ,a spot where dwell both peace and calm amid the fiercest strife2 ,a refuge from each storm that beats2 the place in all the land ,where there are souls who sympathize and hearts that understand2 ,the rock whereon the anchors hold that keep us safe and fast ,when else would perish all we are and have amid the blast2 ,the shrine before whose holy light does fondest worship come2 ,the choicest ideal of the heart--its sacred name is ,,home4 ,the ,magic ,gateway 7#aiba7 ,i turned the cover of a book1 ,and found it was a gate ,into a field where one might look1 ,unwearied1 soon and late4 ,the dreams of every land and sea ,were all about me there4 ,kind spirits came and talked with me1 ,and flowers bloomed everywhere4 ,i saw the years that long had sped1 ,the wondrous scenes of yore4 ,the mighty past gave up its dead1 ,they lived and spoke once more4 ,the greatest minds that ever thought1 ,and hearts that ever beat1 ,came1 and their richest treasures brought ,to lay them at my feet4 ,shadows v#aiba ,we are moving shadows cast ,on the world's great picture screen2 ,shadows in a drama vast1 ,filled with varied act and scene4 ,shadows flitting in the sun ,like the bees among the flowers2 ,shadows hast'ning one by one ,down the course of passing hours4 ,shadows in the sunny space2 ,shadows on the tangled grass2 ,shadows on the river's face2 ,shadows in the winds that pass4 ,shadows playing in the lane2 ,shadows fighting battles brave2 ,shadows walking ways of pain2 ,shadows falling in the grave4 ,shadows moving in the grove1 ,falling on the summer lawn4 ,on and off the screen they move1 ,but the play goes ever on4 ,the ,sunbeam and the ,shadow 7#aiba7 ,the sunbeam and the shadow ,are met upon the screen4 ,each mingles in the making ,of yonder lovely scene4 ,if all were only shadow1 ,a leaden cloud would pall4 ,if it were only sunshine1 ',twould be no scene at all4 ,in life are intermingled ,the sunshine and the rain4 ,in each day strangely blended ,are happiness and pain4 ,where'er is told life's story1 ,however grave or fair1 ,the sunshine and the shadow ,succeed each other there4 ,the ,teacher v#aiba ,,who shapes a mind doth shape the years ,that are to be1 the joys and tears ,of those unborn4 ,he lays his hand ,upon the future of the land ,and turns by thought's resistless force ,the stream of hist'ry in its course4 ,who shapes a life1 its hopes1 its worth1 ,doth shape the future of the earth4 ,his is a sculptor hand1 to mold ,the periods as they unfold4 ,his hand is laid upon the rod ,that speeds the purposes of ,god4 ,after-,images 7#aibb7 ,the lights go low1 the organ swells1 ,and pours its rhythm everywhere-- ,now thunder1 now the ring of bells1 ,sounding at twilight o'er the dells1 ,now but a whisper in the air4 ,the whisper and the thunder loud ,are both reflected on the crowd4 ,the pictures come1 and pass away1 ,as morn departs or evening stills4 ,ambition fights its fevered fray4 ,the wrong and right have each their day4 ,love walks with love upon the hills ,life's long procession there appears4 ,and hurries onward thru the years4 ,the music dies4 ,the crowds depart4 ,each goes his way1 pursues his aim2 ,but something in the thing of art ,has left a mark upon his heart4 ,somehow the world is not the same4 ,the music and the scenes so fair ,have left their after-imagine there4 ,almost 7#aibb7 ,the fish we almost captured1 ,the race we almost won1 ,the task we almost finished ,before the day was done4 ,the plan almost accomplished1 ,the dream almost come true-- ,these bring but little comfort ,or help to me and you4 ,near heroes win no laurels2 ,near victories are cheap2 ,and near achievements bring us ,no crowns we care to keep4 ,to come but near is failure4 ,a miss is like a mile4 ,the word 8almost0 can rob us ,of all that is worth while4 ,along the ,road 7#aibb7 ,the folks we meet along the road1 ,they are a varied throng-- ,a pilgrim struggling with his load2 ,the singer of the song2 ,a youth with bright1 expectant gaze1 ,his face with hope alight2 ,an old man bowed with many days1 ,and stumbling toward the night4 ,the rich1 the poor1 the high1 the low2 ,the faithless and the true2 ,the face of joy1 the form of woe1 ,all pass in grand review ,we meet1 and see their forms no more2 ,but when the eve is gray ,the sweetest thought we ponder o'er ,is whom we've helped today4 ,compensation 7#aibb7 ,for everything that happens wrong ,a dozen things go right4 ,for every tear a flood of song ,rings out across the night4 ,for every dark and stormy day ,a week of days are fair4 ,however chill the clouds and gray1 ',tis always bright somewhere4 ,for every heart of bitterness ,a host of hearts are light4 ,for every hour of deep distress ,a whole long day is bright4 ,for every faithless friend we find ,that many friends are true4 ,so1 after all1 ,god's mighty kind ,to such as me and you4 ,a ,creed 7#aibb7 ,i ,,do believe ,that1 while in this old world few things are sure1 ,right1 truth1 and love forevermore endure2 ,that these are 'mongst the things most worth our while --,a song1 a smile1 ,the wiping of a tear from eyes that grieve4 ,i do believe ,that in the day of famine or of feast ,that one is richest who has sought the least2 ,that1 spite of all earth's woes1 and tears1 and pains1 ,love is1 and reigns2 ,and sunshine through the ages ,time doth weave4 ,i do believe ,god plants some seeds of gladness in each day1 ,and smiles on children happy at their play2 ,that living men1 though paupers1 churls1 or slaves1 ,are more than graves ,to which the grass and mosses damply cleave4 ,the ,engineer 7#aibb7 ,i ,,must not be a minute late1 ,nor yet too hasty be4 ,i have a load of human freight ,depending upon me4 ,i know that loving eyes tonight ,are all along the line1 ,waiting to see them each alight-- ,these passengers of mine4 ,when at the finish of my run ,i reach the hour of rest ,i want to think on what ,i've done1 ,and know it was my best4 ,of hearts that never felt a fear ,i want to dream tonight1 ,hearts that were sure the engineer ,would bring them through all right4 ,illustration of a head crowned with a wreath made from a plant4 ,the person is facing the viewer4 ,a tree 7perhaps the source for the wreath7 is shown next to the head4 ,the ,flag at ,sea 7#aibb7 ,have you ever felt a craving ,on the vastness of the sea1 ,to behold the silken waving ,of the banner of the free8 ,have you searched with tired precision1 ,far from where the land unbars1 ,for a passing moment's vision ,of the flag of stripes and stars8 ,does it thrill you to remember ,when it stood against the sky1 ,how your heart was like an ember ,and a tear was in your eye8 ,how the old flag thrilled your spirit1 ,how it made you feel at home1 ,when your ship that day sailed near it ,on the wideness of the foam8 ,the ,gift of the ,farm 7#aibb7 ,we thank you1 old farm1 forever ,for the gift you have freely made ,to the world and its hard endeavor1 ,of the boys and the girls who played ,on your beautiful hills and meadows1 ,who digged in your kindly soil ,and who learned in your sun and shadows ,the lesson of honest toil4 ,we thank you for hands so ready ,their manifold tasks to do1 ,for minds that are keen and steady1 ,for hearts that are strong and true1 ,for people of lowly station1 ,for those who have won renown1 ,for the best who have served the nation ,in the country and the town4 ,the ,gifts of the ,church 7#aibb7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the dearest friends that life has known ,in any time or place ,were made before the wondrous throne ,of mercy and of grace4 ,the bonds of brotherhood were wrought ,in high communion there ,where we have walked with ,god in thought1 ,and bowed in common prayer4 ,the sweetest mem'ries of the years1 ,the joys most keen and true1 ,the kindest words that blessed our ears ,the sanctuary knew4 ,the highest peaks our hearts have scaled1 ,the fairest roads we trod1 ,the hours by which all others paled ,were in the house of ,god4 ,god of ,to-,day 7#aibb7 ,,our ,,thanks are thine1 ,o ,mighty ,one1 that thou has safely led ,our fathers through the grim and trying past ,and made a way for us in days now dead4 ,our gratitude before thy throne we cast1 ,that hands divine ,have kept our feet and ordered all our ways1 ,god of the yesterdays4 ,we thank thee1 too1 ,for that blest hope we treasure fond and deep-- ,the hope our worn hearts lean so heavy on-- ,that somewhere in time's mighty onward sweep ,the day of ,god and righteousness shall dawn ,serene and true4 ,for all of this we bring our thanks to thee1 ,god of the years to be4 ,but most of all ,we thank thee for the golden fruitfulness ,of fields now rich with grain or bright with flowers1 ,for grace and pardon1 joy and blessedness1 ,and every good that even now is ours4 ,and so we call ,in confidence that thou dost bless our way1 ,god of this present day4 ,the ,heart of a ,child ,is a ,scroll 7#aibb7 ,,the ,,heart of a child is a scroll1 ,a page that is lovely and white2 ,and to it1 as fleeting years roll1 ,come hands with a story to write-- ,a story of laughter and mirth1 ,a story of sorrow and tears1 ,of love that encircles the earth1 ,or sin that embitters the years4 ,be ever so careful1 ,o hand2 ,write thou with a sanctified pen4 ,thy story shall live in the land ,for years in the doings of men4 ,it shall echo in circles of light1 ,or lead to the death of a soul4 ,grave here but a message of right1 ,for the heart of a child is a scroll4 ,illustration of a mother looking at an infant cradled in her arms4 ,backdrop is an unrolled scroll1 feather pen1 and inkwell4 ,infant's shadow is cast onto the blank scroll4 ,his ,epitaph 7#aibb7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,,he wasn't rich2 he wasn't great1 ,his place was lowly and obscure4 ,his clothing was not up-to-date1 ,his house was tumble-down and poor4 ,no honor did he claim4 ,he never walked with lords and kings4 ,no glory has illumed his name1 ,but he was kind to helpless things4 ,he won no victories to boast4 ,he made no conquests1 waged no strife4 ,he never led a conquering host2 ,he lived an unpretentious life4 ,but1 when is writ the judgment scroll1 ,and ,time its final verdict brings1 ,this will be said of him3 his soul ,was rich in love for helpless things4 ,the ,lens 7#aibb7 ,here is a little piece of glass ,set in a tube of shining brass4 ,through it had passed in grand review ,all that the world's heart ever knew ,of joy1 hope1 sorrow1 love and fears1 ,the ceaseless struggle of the years1 ,the darkest schemes the evil know1 ,the noblest service men can show4 ,through it the risen dead have walked1 ,the spectres of the past have stalked4 ,hope realized has lingered there1 ,likewise the shape of dark despair4 ,this bit of glass is seasoned well1 ,for human tongue could never tell ,the half it knows of peace and strife1 ,and all that makes the old world's life4 ,the ,magic of the ,screen 7#aibb7 ,,we look down summer lanes on winter days1 ,we see the snow amid the summer's heat4 ,far lands are brought and laid before our gaze4 ,the woodland stream runs by the city street4 ,the light of noonday breaks the shades of night1 ,and then is softened to the starlight's sheen4 ,the dawn and twilight mingle in our sight1 ,such is the fairy magic of the screen4 ,,the heavy-hearted slip away from tears ,and find the gladness of a fleeting hour ,in fairer spaces and more peaceful years1 ,where is no dearth of laughter1 sun1 and flower4 ,youth sees the future4 ,age with faded eye ,looks back in joy on many a vanished scene1 ,and walks again among the days gone by4 ,such is the fairy magic of the ,screen4 ,photo of palm trees with the caption3 ,photography by ,rice1 ,los ,angeles ,the ,making of ,heaven 7#aibb7 ,,god took the paths we longed in vain to go1 ,and built a golden street beside a river4 ,he took the gates ,time closed to us below1 ,and built a portal that shall stand forever4 ,he took the longings that were vague and dim1 ,and hedged about by human limitation2 ,and built a world without a scar or rim ,to be our everlasting habitation4 ,he took the bitter pangs that life has cost2 ,transformed them into joy1 and song1 and wonder4 ,he took the treasured blessings we have lost1 ,and planted them beside the waters yonder4 ,he took our thoughts of hills1 and woods1 and streams2 ,and made them real1 with added beauty given4 ,he took the shattered fragments of our dreams1 ,and built a city fair1 and called it ,heaven4 ,the ,man ,who ,knows 7#aibb7 ,we owe our debt to the man who thinks1 ,for he leads our minds afar ,till they stand and tremble on the brinks ,of the strangest things that are4 ,we owe our debt to the man who hopes1 ,for he keeps our courage strong4 ,he speaks his cheer to the soul that gropes1 ,and it wakens into song4 ,and here's to the man whose soul believes1 ,in whose heart convictions burn ,through the day of life1 and who dying leaves ,them to others in their turn4 ,but the old world's mighty tasks are planned ,and done1 as it onward goes1 ,by the balanced mind and the steady hand ,that belong to the man who knows4 ,the ,marine 7#aibb7 ,he has made a hundred harbors4 ,he has sailed the seven seas4 ,he has trod the ,arctic ice fields4 ,he has felt the tropic breeze4 ,he has dwelt in peaceful cities4 ,he has taken shade and sun-- ,he has never hunted trouble ,nor from trouble ever run4 ,grim and rugged are his features1 ,brown his arms and hard his hands2 ,yet his eyes are frank and winsome1 ,with a boyish air he stands4 ,readiest of all our fighters1 ,true his aim1 and dread his gun-- ,he has never hunted trouble ,nor from trouble ever run4 ,the ,measure of ,life 7#aibb7 ,not what ,i get1 but what ,i give ,as days go fleeting past4 ,not how ,i feel1 but how ,i live ,must tell the tale at last4 ,not what ,i have1 but what ,i do1 ,the loads ,i bear1 the paths ,i hew ,through forests no man ever knew1 ,the highways that ,i cast4 ,not the advantage that ,i take ,but give amid the strife4 ,the service for some others' sake ,where selfishness is rife4 ,the effort that ,i make to bless ,my time and fellows with success1 ,and brotherhood1 and happiness1 ,measures this little life4 ,monuments 7#aibb7 ,sometimes the angels go searching ,for the graves of the sons of ,god4 ,they traverse the reaching mountains1 ,the sea1 and the rolling sod4 ,they never on earth would find them ,by the marks we so long have known1 ,for they never stop to decipher ,our records in bronze and stone4 ,they find the graves of ,god's children ,by the monuments builded fair ,through years of struggle and toiling ,by the hands that are buried there ,or words that were fitly spoken1 ,of service devoted1 true4 ,we mortals may never see them1 ,but ,god's messengers always do4 ,my ,riches 7#aibb7 ,in no triumphal line ,i ride1 ,no praise falls on my ears2 ,but ,i've a flag that waves in pride1 ,above me through the years4 ,a flag whose folds are dear to me1 ,whose glory ,i confess-- ,the symbol of my liberty1 ,and peace1 and happiness4 ,little of riches have ,i known1 ,little perhaps deserve2 ,but ,i've a land to call my own1 ,a people ,i can serve4 ,a country that's as broad and fair1 ,as any on the ball2 ,with happy people everywhere-- ,an equal chance for all4 ,a ,parents' ,prayer v#aibb ,god bless our little ones tonight1 ,our little ones--and thine4 ,protect their slumber by thy might4 ,grant them thy peace divine4 ,help us no duty to forget ,we owe to them or thee1 ,and leave us nothing to regret ,in years that are to be4 ,god1 bless our little ones tonight1 ,our little ones--and thine4 ,help us to rear them true1 and right1 ,and clean1 and strong1 and fine4 ,lead them in ways more beautiful ,than we have ever seen1 ,and make them each more dutiful ,than we have ever been4 ,patchwork 7#aibb7 ,a bit of cloud and a bit of blue ,make the wide and mighty sky4 ,a touch of drought with the rain and dew ,make the seasons passing by4 ,a bit of black and a bit of white ,on the canvas make the scene4 ,a bit of shade and a gleam of light ,make the drama on the screen4 ,a bit of toil and a bit of rest ,make our winding human way4 ,the rosy ,east and the flaming ,west ,make the glory of a day4 ,a bit of hope and a bit of fear ,make the heart's eternal strife4 ,a song of joy and a falling tear ,make the daily round of life4 ,a ,perfect ,day 7#aibb7 ,a ,,perfect day is made of perfect hours1 ,and perfect hours of perfect moments run4 ,of blessings realized and gathered flowers ,between the rising and the set of sun4 ,soon they are gone4 ,swiftly the light that played ,on crests of gladness all has passed away4 ,dawn turns to ,noon4 ,noon dies to ,evening's shade4 ,each at its best helps make a perfect day4 ,a perfect day is in the reach of all ,who will but fill each moment to the full ,with joy1 and meaning1 thought1 and dream1 and all ,that makes life deep1 and rich1 and wonderful4 ,it is within the reach of all who hold ,the will to serve1 and laugh1 and sing1 an play ,until the sunset covers all with gold1 ,and darkness falls upon a perfect day4 ,picture ,books 7#aibb7 ,,they are long gone1 those pleasant hours1 ,when we as girls and boys ,turned from our play among the flowers1 ,from all our painted toys1 ,to turn the leaves of picture books1 ,to live with lords1 and kings1 ,swineherds1 and chimney sweeps1 and cooks1 ,soldiers1 and such like things4 ,how still they stood6 ,from day to day ,no figure ever stirred4 ,the armies never marched away1 ,nor ever spoke a word4 ,now soldiers march with fife and drum4 ,men move in every scene4 ,the picture books of old have come ,to life upon the screen4 ,picture ,writing 7#aibb7 ,of old our fathers wrote in pictures4 ',twas in an age of savage men4 ,the years have rolled a mighty cycle1 ,and we've got round to it again4 ,they carved their story on the mountain ,where it for ages might be seen4 ,we write ours on a filmy ribbon1 ,and throw it on a silver screen4 ,if they who carved on cliff and hillside ,might but return today and see ,the picture writing of the present1 ,big with surprise their eyes would be4 ,we learned their message from the pictures1 ,tho tiresome was the task and slow2 ,but we shall pass along a story ,that all the world may read and know4 ,a ,prayer for ,thanksgiving 7#aibb7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,while we are seated at our board ,in comfort here today1 ,with happy face1 and kindly word1 ,let us not fail to pray ,for all who do not have their share ,of comfort and of gain1 ,for troubled people everywhere ,in hunger or in pain4 ,where weary mothers toil unfed ,in places foul and dim1 ,where little children cry for bread ,and none is given them1 ,lord1 let ,thy mercy have its way4 ,sow plenty in the land1 ,and teach us in our joy today ,to lend a helping hand4 ,a ,psalm of the ,movies 7#aibb7 7,with all due apologies47 ,tell me not in sturdy measure ,what it says upon the screen4 ,it does damage to my pleasure1 ,and the words are plainly seen4 ,i am really in earnest1 ,as the titles onward roll2 ,and so1 when to me thou turnest1 ,do not read aloud their scroll4 ,many peevish eyes remind us1 ,tho each passage be sublime1 ,folks before and folks behind us ,all can read both prose and rhyme4 ,in the scene of love and battle1 ,as the swift film pictures life1 ,if you do not cease your prattle1 ,there most surely will be strife4 ,let us watch and see what's doing ,till the hast'ning drama ends1 ,and not work the play's undoing1 ,reading titles to our friends4 ,the ,radio ,neighborhood 7#aibb7 ,while we have struggled patiently ,toward the larger good1 ,friendship on every land and sea1 ,a world-wide neighborhood1 ,space set its limits everywhere1 ,its hedging curtains swirled2 ,but now we speed o'er land1 through air1 ,and talk around the world4 ,who is our neighbor8 ,yesterday ,it was the man whose home ,was down the road or o'er the way ,where we might often come4 ,today the golden tie that binds ,men's souls in joy or care1 ,the word uniting hearts and minds1 ,is vibrant everywhere4 ,the ,section ,foreman 7#aibb7 8,i ,,like to have my section here ,the cleanest on the line4 ,i tell the men to keep it clear ,of every weed and vine4 ,the ties are new4 ,the rails are bright4 ,the ballast's firm and strong4 ,the road's a shining groove of light ,the trains may slip along40 8,and on the road we all must take1 ,the journey all pursue1 ,though 'tis not marked by line or stake1 ,i have a section1 too4 ',twill be inspected some bright day ,by the ,great ,judge divine1 ,and how ,i'd like to hear ,him say3 ,the cleanest on the line'60 ,the ,shadow ,world 7#aibb7 ,there is a world of shadows2 ,we see it on the screen --,a world of grassy meadows1 ,with sunlit streams between1 ,streams flowing to the ocean4 ,they come from everywhere4 ,love1 hope1 despair1 devotion1 ,joy1 sorrow--all are there4 ,this world of wondrous seeming ,is not a distant place4 ',tis a new way of dreaming ,to walk in it a space1 ,to tread its flow'ring meadows1 ,to sit beside its streams4 ,it is a world of shadows1 ,and yet how real it seems6 ,the ,stars and ,stripes for ,me 7#aibb7 ,i bare my head to banners ,that others know and love1 ,but one ,i hold the fairest ,that decks the blue above4 ,whatever be their emblems1 ,wherever they may be1 ,stand1 if you will1 beneath them-- ,but the ,stars and ,stripes for me4 ,it stands for all ,i covet1 ,it leads in all ,i seek2 ,its folds afford protection ,and succor to the weak2 ,it stands for right and justice1 ,and peace and liberty4 ,to others you are welcome-- ,but the ,stars and ,stripes for me4 ,no flag shall wave above it ,on any purpose bent1 ,nor snatch its honor from it-- ,at least with my consent4 ,it speaks of proud traditions1 ,high hopes for years to be4 ,no other scheme or banner ,but the ,stars and ,stripes for me4 ,the ,station 7#aibb7 ,,this is a place of endings and of startings1 ,of journeys finished1 journeys just begun4 ,it is a place of meetings and of partings1 ,of heart-ties welded and of struggles done4 ,it is a place of laughter and of sighing1 ,and both commingled in some heart that swells2 ,a place of whispered questions1 low replying1 ,lost in the clanging din of engine bells4 ,it is a place of partings and of meetings1 ,a place of hoping and a place of fear1 ,a place of farewells and a place of greetings4 ,the mountain crests of life are rounded here4 ,here does the world pass by in long procession4 ,here do the heart's tides ebb1 and flow1 and surge4 ,earth's best and worst are mingled in the station4 ,here do the paths of all the world converge4 ,poem title in cursive font is above an illustration surrounding the author's name4 ,left side has city skyscrapers and a dollar sign4 ,middle has a train station4 ,right side has a simpler home in the countryside and a heart4 ,white1 billowing clouds form a prominent background for the city and country settings4 ,one double-line encircles all structures and the author's name4 ,the ,teacher v#aibb ,the eyes of the ages are toward him4 ,the love of the race is his own4 ,the heart of the world will reward him ,with a name that is more than a throne4 ,the life that he lives is unending1 ,for he is the servant of youth4 ,earth is lit by the flame he is tending --,this priest at the altar of truth4 ,poem is on cover page with the following additional text3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal1 ,august #aibb4 ,the cover has an illustration of a historical setting4 ,a man wearing robes and headband1 sitting in a prominent stone chair on a raised platform1 is looking at an unrolled scroll in his hands4 ,he faces the viewer while four nearby children dressed in chitons and sandals look at him3 one stands on each side of the chair1 the third sits in front1 and the fourth stands in front4 ,the chair and people are left of center4 ,a large column frames the right side4 ,the poem is between the people and column and prominently displayed in a housing resembling the facade of a temple4 ,a tiger skin--head attached with gaping mouth--is in the foreground4 ,immediately behind all this is a stone wall with an engraving of a person whose activity is obscured by the publication's title4 ,the ,temple 7#aibb7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,when each home is a temple1 ,its every room a shrine1 ,its hearth a sacred altar ,inscribed to things divine2 ,when each eye in the circle ,reflects that altar flame1 ,each mealtime sacramental ,unto the ,wondrous ,name2 ,when each morn is a prayer-time ,each evening hour is blessed ,with all the grace of kindness ,and all the peace of rest2 ,when each task is a service1 ,each word a psalm of praise1 ,the world will swing in sunshine ,through all the golden days4 ,voices of the ,dawn 7#aibb7 ,soft breaths of wind that gently pass1 ,sigh in the branches of a tree1 ,and whisper in the tangled grass2 ,the early droning of a bee1 ,shaking the dew from dripping wings ,among the blossoms on the lawn2 ,the sprightly chirp of waking things4 ,these are the voices of the dawn4 ,the falling of a loosened leaf1 ,that seems loud where all is so still2 ,a field-mouse rustling in a sheaf2 ,the low of kine around the hill2 ,a little tinkling waterfall1 ,whose bubbles gurgle and are gone2 ,a skylark's song2 a robin's call4 ,these are the voices of the dawn4 ,the ,watchdog of the ,sea 7#aibb7 ,her silent body1 slim and gray1 ,hangs grimly off the bar1 ,then1 like a wraith1 she slips away1 ,through mist to ports afar4 ,she tells not where her course may lie1 ,nor cares what perils be1 ,she goes1 nor ever questions why-- ,the watchdog of the sea4 ,she plows alike through light and dark1 ,she scents the far wind's breath2 ,only at foemen does she bark1 ,and then her bark is death4 ,she keeps our coasts from every threat1 ,guards home and liberty2 ,her courage has not failed us yet-- ,the watchdog of the sea4 ,where ,is ,heaven8 7#aibb7 ,,who has not heaven in his soul ,may seek o'er land and main1 ,from ,east to ,west1 from ,pole to ,pole2 ,but he will seek in vain4 ,he may traverse the mighty sky1 ,ascend through spaces dim2 ,but heaven with all its ecstacy ,will not exist for him4 ,who carries heaven in his heart1 ,its sunshine in his breast1 ,need never seek a place apart1 ,for every place is blest --,the hill1 the vale1 the sea1 the air1 ,the stream1 the forest dim4 ,the light of ,god from portals fair ,shines everywhere for him4 ,climaxes v#aibc ,we live thru drab1 prosaic days ,that slowly come and go2 ,we tread a thousand weary ways1 ,and heavy burdens know2 ,we toil in patience thru the years1 ,alike in sun and shower1 ,paying the price of blood and tears ,for one climactic hour4 ,we tread the boards thru action long1 ,face conflict grim and hard1 ,to gain one triumph over wrong1 ,one moment of reward4 ,we move upon the mighty screen ,from dawn to set of sun ,to make one little perfect scene ,before our part is done4 ,the ,creator 7#aibc7 ,i looked in the face of a rose ,as it nodded in springtime and smiled4 ,i saw where eternity glows ,in the sweet1 tender eyes of a child4 ,i looked in a sunbeam in air4 ,they each bore an image divine4 ,the ,creator was everywhere4 ,i looked at the set of the sun1 ,and the crag that reflected its light4 ,i thought on the day that was done1 ,and ,i pondered the stars of the night4 ,and ,i looked in the eyes of a man ,who had stumbled through sinning to prayer4 ,god's fingerprints there ,i could scan4 ,he awaited me everywhere4 ,electricity 7#aibc7 ,mankind's great servant ,i1 ,a servant long unknown ,and still unseen1 save in the sky ,when ,i illume its zone4 ,i sweep around the stars1 ,ascend through spaces dim4 ,i light my lamps where night unbars ,above the mountains grim4 ,but still my chief delight ,is not to rock the deep1 ,and flash my fires across the night ,where angry tempests sweep4 ,it is to drive the keel1 ,bear words from place to place1 ,to swing the beam1 and turn the wheel1 ,and serve the human race4 ,illustration of a stormy night4 ,foreground fills bottom third of the frame with wind-swept grass4 ,pine tree fills the frame and is illuminated by a single lightning bolt4 ,behind the tree whiteness fills the middle third of the frame2 its rounded top together with its juxtaposition with the rounded foreground gives it a crescent shape 7the moon874 ,a few stars are visible4 ,an ,electric ,personality 7#aibc7 ,a most electric gentleman ,he was his whole life through4 ,down busy ways his current ran1 ,as all his friends well knew4 ,he was live wire1 so to say1 ,he liked to see things go1 ,magnetic in most every way --,a human dynamo4 ,one day a blue coat collared him ,when on some mischief bent1 ,and in a jail cell dark and dim ,his next few days were spent4 ,what was the charge against him8 ,yes ',twas natural1 you see1 ,so much so you could really guess --,assault and ,battery4 ,the ,end of the ,trail 7#aibc7 ,i must travel the miles till the journey is done1 ,whatsoever the turn of the way4 ,i shall bring up at last at the set of the sun1 ,and shall rest at the close of the day4 ,let me deal as ,i journey with foeman and friends ,in a way that no man can assail1 ,and find nothing but peace at the roadway's last bend1 ,when ,i come to the end of the trail4 ,we are brothers who travel a great1 common road1 ,and the journey is easy for none4 ,we must succor the weary and lift on the load ,of the pilgrim whose courage is done4 ,let me deal with them each on my way to the ,west ,with a mercy that never shall fail1 ,and lie down to my dreams with a conscience at rest ,when ,i come to the end of the trail4 ,if ,christ ,is ,not ,divine 7#aibc7 ,if ,christ is not divine1 ,then lay the ,book away1 ,and every blessed faith resign ,that has so long been yours and mine1 ,through many a trying day2 ,forget the place of bended knee2 ,and dream no more of worlds to be4 ,if ,christ is not divine1 ,go seal again the tomb2 ,take down the ,cross1 ,redemption's sign2 ,quench all the stars of hope that shine2 ,forget the upper room2 ,and let us turn and travel on ,across the night that knows no dawn4 ,the ,making of ,home 7#aibc7 ,god took a hearth-fire1 warm and bright1 ,and planted love beside it2 ,spun happy laughter through its light1 ,so gay no gloom could hide it4 ,he wove a golden thread of song ,among the flick'ring shadows1 ,like that where days are bright and long ,upon the summer meadows4 ,he made a sanctuary fair ,with ,his own presence gifted4 ,he built a holy altar there ,where hearts should oft be lifted4 ,with ,his watch-care perennial ,he wrapped it 'round and framed it4 ,he flung a roof above it all1 ,and ,home was what ,he named it4 ,no ,room in the ,inn 7#aibc7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the stars in the heavens were gleaming ,on mountains1 and meadows1 and rills4 ,the song of the angels was streaming ,while shepherds kept watch on the hills4 ,the wise men bent low by a manger1 ,apart from ,earth's striving and din1 ,to welcome the ,heavenly ,stranger1 ,for there was no room in the inn4 ,the years have not halted their sweeping1 ,it is ,christmas again on the earth4 ,again the glad season we're keeping1 ,recounting the tale of ,his birth4 ,let not our hearts be1 as ,he sees us1 ,so crowded with pleasure and sin ,they can offer no welcome to ,jesus4 ,lord1 let there be room in the inn4 ,our ,hearts ,forget 7#aibc7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,our hearts forget1 ,amid the daily round of toil and fret4 ,they are so weak1 so prone to lose their hold ,on dreams of yesterday1 and treasures old4 ,the thoughts that thrilled them in a vanished day1 ,forgotten now1 are cold in ashes gray4 ,life brings us wondrous days and hours1 but yet ,our hearts forget ,the times of joy and vision we have met1 ,the binding vows we once so bravely made1 ,the fond petitions that we trembling laid ,before the ,great1 ,white1 ,shining ,throne above1 ,the tender1 wistful1 clinging bonds of love1 ,contrition's anguished and tear-washed regret ,our hearts forget4 ,a ,prayer 7#aibc7 ,we thank ,thee1 ,father1 for the care ,that did not come to try us1 ,the burden that we did not bear1 ,the trouble that passed by us1 ,the task we did not fail to do1 ,the hurt we did not cherish1 ,the friend who did not prove untrue1 ,the joy that did not perish4 ,we thank ,thee for the blinding storm ,that did not loose its swelling1 ,and for the sudden blight of harm ,that came not nigh our dwelling4 ,we thank ,thee for the dart unsped1 ,the bitter word unspoken1 ,the grave unmade1 the tear unshed1 ,the heart-tie still unbroken4 ,the ,second ,wind 7#aibc7 ,when 8,lizzie0 starts to climb a hill ,too hard to make 8on high10 ,she goes it very well until ,her power begins to die4 ,then1 shifting to another gear1 ,she leaves the slope behind1 ,and hustles on without a fear ,upon her second wind4 ,i notice it is so with men4 ,they start out with a will1 ,they go it well awhile1 and then1 ,slow down midway the hill4 ,but1 seeing that their strength is run1 ,they change their gear1 and find ,the world's best work is often done ,on people's second wind4 ,the ,serving ,giant 7#aibc7 ,the mighty giant of the air1 ,more ancient than the sun ,whose power is vibrant everywhere ,that restless force may run ,shakes the foundation of the hill1 ,or rends the ground in twain1 ,or blasts the forest at his will ,and levels all again4 ,and yet he stoops to hold the light ,that aged eyes may see4 ,he warms the baby's feet at night1 ,and cooks for company4 ,he does a thousand little things ,to help the world along4 ,he who the most of service brings ,is strongest of the strong4 ,the ,teacher v#aibc ,,he ,,never wandered far from his own town1 ,the little hamlet where he lived and died1 ,and yet his pupils traveled up and down ,the whole wide world of town and countryside4 ,he sought no honor to adorn his name ,nor dreamed of crowns that tarnish and grow dim2 ,but those he taught achieved undying fame ,and in their triumph hour remembered him4 ,he had no time to mold the wide world's life ,or take a hand in the affairs of state2 ,but others did he send into the strife ,and through them helped to shape his people's fate4 ,he won no earthly riches for himself4 ,he had no time to waste in seeking gold ,but every day bestowed on him a pelf ,of love whose value never could be told4 ,poem is on cover page with the following additional text3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal1 ,september #aibc4 ,the cover has an illustration of a rural scene4 ,bottom third is landscape4 ,a dirt road in the foreground gradually descends into a town having a church on its outskirts4 ,the road is lined with bushes4 ,fields extend from the bushes4 ,a large oak tree in the foreground frames the scene's left side and top half4 ,transforming ,love 7#aibc7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,love transforms all things4 ,lone days are touched with light1 ,and trying moments lose their stings1 ,and vexing things come right4 ,love's ointment to our eyes applied1 ,we see with vision glorified4 ,love transforms all things-- ,worn faces1 hardened hands4 ,to the poor hovel glory clings1 ,for ,love's heart understands4 ,whatever it beholds is fair2 ,it sees each hidden beauty there4 ,the ,window of ,dreams 7#aibc7 ,there is a little window4 ',tis called1 ,i think1 a screen4 ,thru it the strangest people ,and fairest things are seen4 ,calm valleys1 silent woodlands1 ,tall summits1 shining streams1 ,long roads and busy cities ,are in this world of dreams4 ,there weary hearts may travel1 ,each to its wonted place2 ,and lonely ones may revel ,in pictured act and face4 ,there to our hidden longings ,the waiting answer gleams ,the while our thoughts inhabit ,this pictured world of dreams4 ,brotherhood 7#aibd7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,let black be black and white be white1 ,as they were meant to be2 ,but let the hearts of men be right ,on every land and sea4 ,let brown and yellow boast their race1 ,their blood no taint e'er tell2 ,but let them each possess the grace ,to wish a neighbor well4 ,let us forget our foolish strife1 ,and all our groundless hate4 ,we needs must live a common life1 ,and share a common fate4 ,whatever troubles we must stem1 ,whate'er our place or name1 ,beneath the crust that covers them ,our hearts are all the same4 ,the ,builder v#aibd ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the builder of the future ,is not the trader keen1 ,the driver of the turbine1 ,nor any swift machine2 ,not he who rides in triumph ,through the admiring town1 ,fawning for public praises ,and seeking for renown4 ,the builder of the future ,sits not upon a throne4 ,he toils among the shadows1 ,his struggles oft unknown4 ,he is the one who kindles ,and keeps the fires of truth1 ,the teacher who is molding ,the plastic heart of youth4 ,childhood on the ,farm 7#aibd7 ,in many a crowded city ,where moves the human tide1 ,eyes look with eager longing ,to some old countryside4 ,hearts that have long been sated ,with earth recall the charm ,of life's morning splendor ,in childhood on the farm4 ,from many a path of glory ,and many a throne of power ,is still recalled the wonder ,of some dear1 distant hour4 ,men look through years of toiling1 ,of sorrow1 strife1 and harm1 ,and treasures unforgotten ,their childhood on the farm4 ,the ,clock 7#aibd7 ,,what is the matter with our clock ,i cannot understand4 ,it sounds its steady old tick-tock ,with mien and manner grand4 ,to look at its great open face ,you'd think it truthful quite4 ,i'm sorry such is not the case4 ,it's hardly ever right4 ,just yesterday when ,i was blue ,because ,tom didn't call ,to play with me when work was through1 ,its hands scarce moved at all4 ,when ,i went to his house today ,to spend an hour or so1 ,we'd scarce got started at our play ,till it was time to go4 ,the ,dream 7#aibd7 ,i had a dream the other night1 ,too sweet for word of tongue1 ,of days when1 beautiful and bright1 ,the children all were young4 ,i saw them playing on the floor ,and 'mongst the dooryard flowers4 ,soft baby voices came once more ,from unforgotten hours4 ,i came from work when eve was late ,and all the sky was gold4 ,they ran to meet me at the gate ,with greetings as of old4 ,i helped to tuck them in at night ,with prayers of happiness1 ,but my arms ached when dawn was bright ,with a great emptiness4 ,an ,easter ,vision 7#aibd7 ,whene'er ,i hear the ,easter ,bells ,ring out their carols gay1 ,the graves from all the hills and dells ,dissolve from sight away4 ,i see the mighty planet left ,without a marble stone ,to tell of death1 or one bereft ,who comes to weep alone4 ,dear hands1 long folded to their rest1 ,return to touch my own1 ,and voices memory has blessed ,in each familiar tone ,speak as in other days to me2 ,while on the springtime's breath ,is borne to every land and sea ,the news3 8,there is no death40 ,the ,electric ,spark 7#aibd7 ,,see this snappy little spark ,flashing pertly in the dark2 ,coming with its sudden gleam ,out from nowhere1 it would seem2 ,glowing here against the shade1 ,fire unkindled1 light unmade1 ,brother to the bolt's fierce blow ,and the driving dynamo4 ,here is hid the mystery1 ,mayhap1 of the land and sea4 ,all creation's story may ,hide within this flashing ray4 ,light1 and heat1 and force it holds2 ,boundless energy unfolds2 ,tells the secret1 if we find it1 ,of the ,god who stands behind it4 ,fade-,outs 7#aibd7 ,faces1 like stars1 rise on our little ken2 ,shine on our souls with warm and cheering ray4 ,then1 like the stars1 they pass from us again1 ,leaving the dreary world of yesterday4 ,friends slip into our little world awhile4 ,joys come to thrill us with their rapture keen4 ,the friends go trudging on their winding mile ,the joys fade as a picture on the screen4 ,altho unseen1 they are not wholly gone4 ,a friendship once established cannot die4 ,a joy once tasted sweetly lingers on1 ,a perfumed presence never seen but nigh4 ,in the great drama of the fleeting years ,they come upon the stage and play their part4 ,then1 tho each wondrous vision disappears1 ,it leaves its deathless image on the heart4 ,film ,judgment 7#aibd7 ,the man who reads the titles1 ,the man who tramps our toes1 ,the man who holds the end seat ,whatever comes and goes1 ,the man who laughs so loudly ,that all the house can hear1 ,the man who with his snoring ,outrages every ear4 ,all died1 and took their journey ,where the unseen begins1 ,and stood before the judgment ,to answer for their sins4 ,they got a common sentence4 ,each one was ordered flat ,to sit and fume forever ,behind a picture hat4 ,finding ,god 7#aibd7 ,i found ,him in the whisp'ring pines1 ,and in the beauty of the rose2 ,i found ,him where the first star shines1 ,above the ,summer day's soft close2 ,i found ,him where the storms grew wild2 ,i found ,him in the happy face ,and manner of a little child1 ,revealing loveliness and grace4 ,i found ,him in the swinging suns ,that wheel their way through endless space1 ,and in the humblest path that runs ,to love's sequestered dwelling place2 ,i found ,him where the violets dwell1 ,and where the bluebirds wheel and dart2 ,but never really knew ,him well ,until ,i found ,him in my heart4 ,the ,firefly 7#aibd7 ,we've never gotten to it1 ,with all our learning keen4 ,we simply cannot do it ,with any fine machine4 ,old ,nature's lanterns greet us ,when dusk succeeds the sun4 ,a thousand miles they beat us ,on all we've ever done4 ,in spite of shining crescent ,and starbeam's boasted light1 ,the firefly's incandescent ,most glorifies the night4 ,across the meadows flying ,cold light it generates4 ,we1 too1 have long been trying1 ,but ,time still stands and waits4 ,the ,god of the ,beginning 7#aibd7 ,,in the beginning was ,god4 ,beyond ,time's threshold he hovered1 ,back of the earliest dawn or the flush of the first fair spring4 ,farther than eye has disclosed or the keenest thought has discovered1 ,moved in the silences vast the ,maker of everything4 ,back of the first heart-ties and the first warm heart-fires lighted1 ,back of gleaming sky1 the sea1 and the shining sod1 ,back of the first fond dream that a hopeful heart e'er sighted1 ,lingered the ,soul ,divine and brooded the ,love of ,god4 ,,in the beginning was ,god4 ,o'er struggle and strife diurnal1 ,the void1 and the mist1 and the darkness1 the mire1 and the slime1 and the clay1 ,through the long course of the ages has watched the ,spirit ,eternal ,seeking for men the dawn of a better and kindlier day4 ,brooding1 watching1 and hoping--but1 withal1 ever beseeching1 ,over the track of time a saving shade it has cast1 ,and into the distant future as far as the years are reaching4 ,in the beginning was ,god1 and ,god shall be at the last4 ,jove's ,plaint 7#aibd7 ,the good old days have vanished1 ,and ,i suppose forever4 ,my thunderbolt once quivered ,o'er mountain1 plain and river4 ,but now they have it captured1 ,these humans so audacious4 ,they dole it out through cables1 ,to serve their plans rapacious4 ,they sell it through a meter1 ,howe'er the gods may scoff it4 ,they send a monthly statement1 ,and make a profit off it4 ,alas1 my bolt of thunder 7,and what worse could befall it87 ,is hopelessly commercialized4 8,juice0 now ,i think they call it4 ,the ,land of ,heart's ,desire 7#aibd7 ,there is a land of wonder ,with fields and towers agleam4 ,i often see it yonder ,beyond the ,hills of ,dream1 ,touched by the glow of morning1 ,lit by the sunset's fire1 ,or with starbeams adorning-- ,the ,land of ,heart's ,desire4 ,along the road of duty ,we daily struggle on2 ,but e'er we touch its beauty1 ,eluding us1 'tis gone4 ,yet through the clinging shadows1 ,the brambles1 and the mire1 ,it lures us toward its meadows-- ,the ,land of ,heart's ,desire4 ,minds 7#aibd7 ,,some minds are flaming rockets ,that flit among the stars2 ,and some are gaily nickeled ,and painted motor cars2 ,and some are lumbering wagons ,that slowly make their way1 ,with nothing keen to offer ,and nothing fine to say4 ,,the swiftly flaming rocket ,loses its brilliancy4 ,the fine car is supplanted ,by one more fair to see4 ,but the slow-moving wagon ,that lumbers down the road ,is certain of arrival ,and bears the heavy load4 ,miracle 7#aibd7 ,whoever saw a garden grow1 ,or watched a robin build her nest1 ,or lingered in the flaming glow ,of sunset blazing in the ,west2 ,whoever walked the fruitful plain1 ,and saw the green stalks reach1 and swell1 ,and ripen to a field of grain ,knows earth is full of miracle4 ,whoever wandered in the wood1 ,and rambled down its aisle of dreams1 ,or sought the orchard path1 or stood ,where falls the murmur of a stream2 ,whoever watched a cloudland wild1 ,or sensed the twilight's gentle spell1 ,or prattled with a little child ,knows life is full of miracle4 ,the ,picture's ,lament 7#aibd7 ,they take great liberties with me1 ,nor ever ask me yea or nay4 ,i'm just as weary as can be ,from prancing on a screen all day4 ,i've dug1 and climbed1 and laughed1 and wept1 ,loitered1 and danced to make a show2 ,and not a moment have ,i slept4 ,they keep me always on the go4 ,no choice is mine4 ,i needs must move1 ,swiftly1 obedient1 silently4 ,no fields of freedom do ,i rove4 ,my course is parceled out for me4 ,but this ,i cannot quite forget --,if ,i can wake some old refrain ,or still a rush of wild regret1 ,i shall not then have toiled in vain4 ,prayer for ,normal ,men 7#aibd7 ,for every poor1 defective soul that wanders ,in the dark shades of subjectivity1 ,for each deluded mind that glibly flounders ,in the foul mire of abnormality1 ,give us a host who cheerful laughter scatter1 ,whose willing hands toil on in love's sweet right1 ,who plant the roses1 guide the feet that patter ,around the hearth of happiness at night4 ,give us1 ,o ,god1 a race of normal people ,who walk no paths of morbidness apart2 ,who dwell not in the bog1 nor yet the steeple1 ,but in the dusty way1 the busy mart2 ,who like their work1 care for the folks about them1 ,and make each day a thing of joy and song4 ,this world of our's could never do without them4 ,they are the men who make it move along4 ,the ,railroad 7#aibd7 ,,where do they go1 these shining rails ,that ramble so far away ,that seem to reach where the twilight pales ,at the beautiful gates of day80 8,they run to the wider world1 my boy1 ,of dreaming1 and strife1 and again1 ,with its mingling of weariness and joy1 ,to the city--and back again4 ,out of the valley and o'er the hill ,where childhood has had its day1 ,out of the hamlet so small and still ,and into the far away1 ,on1 on to the world of toil1 my lad1 ,with its struggle of brawn and brain1 ,some of it good and some of it bad1 ,to the city--and back again4 ,shadows on the ,wall 7#aibd7 ,coming1 going1 thru the play1 ,flashing on the screen1 ,do the actors take their way4 ,briefly each is seen4 ,what are they--these shapes that move1 ,forms that rise and fall1 ,urged by hope1 or fear1 or love8 ,shadows on the wall4 ,in the daily strain and strife ,shift and change appear4 ,on the larger stage of life ,mingle smile and tear4 ,here our little race we run1 ,then are vanished all4 ,what are we when all is done8 ,shadows on the wall4 ,sorrow 7#aibd7 ,god sometimes drops the shadows o'er us1 ,and leaves them for a space1 ,that we may clearly see before us ,the image of the love he bore us ,reflected on his face4 ,he sometimes sends us hours of grieving1 ,that we may slip away ,from sounds and voices so deceiving1 ,and once again in faith believing ,kneel at his throne and pray4 ,he sometimes leaves us to our weeping1 ,though bitter seem our tears1 ,that briny drops from we eyes creeping ,may wake some happiness long sleeping ,for gladder1 sweeter years4 ,the ,things ,that ,i ,believe 7#aibd7 ,the things that ,i believe --,these things are life to me4 ,some all the senses might deceive1 ,for some ,i cannot see2 ,but in the tempest fierce and old ,i feel their strong truth grip and hold4 ,the things that ,i believe --,i cannot let them go2 ,and empty-hearted grope and grieve ,in darkness and in woe4 ,so1 ,god1 ,i thank my every star ,they are no fewer than they are4 ,today and ,tomorrow 7#aibd7 ,could something only make today ,as lovely as tomorrow1 ,as free from care and shadows gray1 ,as void of tears and sorrow1 ,the world would be a perfect place1 ,without a woe to blight it4 ,earth would be rich in every grace1 ,with happiness to light it4 ,yet day is day1 and life is life4 ,time e'er repeats its story4 ,each morning brings its toil and strife1 ,likewise its gleam of glory4 ,each brings its mingled shine and shade1 ,its mingled joy and sorrow1 ,for each today ,god ever made ,was wrought from a tomorrow4 ,the ,tree 7#aibd7 ,it stood upon a meadow fair1 ,a green and leafy tree4 ,gaily it met the breezes there1 ,lovely it was to see4 ,one night a storm of wind and rain ,rent it from earth apart4 ,the reason then was very plain4 ,decay was at its heart4 ,he was a youth of promise fine1 ,the strongest of the crowd4 ,his features wore the stamp divine1 ,his eye was clear and proud4 ,he could have lived to purpose high ,and played a noble part4 ,but no1 he fell4 ,the reason why8 ,decay was at his heart4 ,the ,unknown ,soldier 7#aibd7 ,the guns are silent in the valley now4 ,the river creeps serenely on its way4 ,still clings the ivy to the rugged brow2 ,of yonder hill1 and roses grace the day4 ,no grave was heaped4 ,no word of prayer was said4 ,no stone was reared against the pitying sky4 ,none ever knew where rests the silent dead ,as unrevealing years go drifting by4 ,and yet he is not lost4 ,this quiet sod2 ,can rest him quite as well as anywhere1 ,beneath the gentle1 sleepless eye of ,god1 ,whose robins sing for him when ,spring is fair4 ,his life is wrought into the victory4 ,glory is his4 ,he need not urge his claim4 ,he lives on in the better age to be1 ,though sleeping in a grave without a name4 ,what ,does ,it ,matter8 7#aibd7 ,what does it matter if here or there ,is a strand of joy or a thread of care1 ,if when the web has been finished all ,the final pattern is beautiful8 ,the ,one who weaves on the world's great loom ,must make ,his fabric of shine and gloom4 ,it takes the gold and the somber hue ,to make it lovely when ,he is through4 ,what does it matter if there or here ,is a song of joy or a falling tear1 ,if at the hour of the setting sun ,a lovely product is held forth done8 ,the ,one who orders the passing hours ,with ceaseless cycle of sun and showers ,fashions the color and rare design ,of a growing tapestry divine4 ,why ,we ,are ,here 7#aibd7 ,,our minds were made to search the deeps ,of ,truth's clear-flowing stream2 ,our feet to scale the rugged steeps ,of faith and hope and dream2 ,our hands to toil and serve and lift1 ,to help and heal and bless2 ,our hearts to bring the priceless gift ,of love and tenderness4 ,our lives were made to struggle on1 ,the upward path to plod2 ,our souls to catch the glint of dawn ,from the white throne of ,god2 ,our lips the helpful word to speak1 ,the tender song to sing2 ,our eyes to search the world and seek ,the good in everything4 ,the ,age of a ,heart 7#aibe7 ,,so ,,long as stars are bright and fair ,and skies are blue and clear2 ,so long as joy is in the air ,and ,dreamland hovers near2 ,so long as roses blossom gay ,and song is on the tongue-- ,tho brow be lined and hair be gray ,that long the heart is young4 ,but when the sky grows dull and sere ,and roses fade and die2 ,when song no longer holds the ear ,nor ,dreamland hovers nigh2 ,when passing days no wonder bring1 ,no great adventure hold-- ,in spite of time or anything ,transcriber's note3 ,last line is missing from source4 ,the ,children v#aibe ,the dear little children that climb on the knee1 ,the promise and hope of the morrows to be --,their song is unfailing2 their spirits are bright2 ,their hearts are courageous from morning till night1 ,how helpless they are6 ,on our mercy they wait4 ,the hands of their elders must fashion their fate4 ,they are frail little barks to be launched on the sea --,these dear little children that climb on the knee4 ,oh guide them with hands that are tender and true4 ,the voyage is long and the lighthouses few4 ,what struggles await them6 ,what conflicts and fears6 ,what dream castles shattered6 ,what heartaches and tears6 ,their skies will have clouds1 and the clouds will bring rain4 ,then all will give way to the sunshine again4 ,bound upon their souls are the ages to be --,these dear little children that climb on the knee4 ,credo 7#aibe7 ,lord1 ,i believe ,that thou hast made the earth1 the sky1 the sea1 ,and all the members of immensity1 ,the rose that blooms beside the traveled way2 ,that thou didst weave ,the fabric of the dawn and close of day4 ,lord1 ,i believe ,that thou hast fashioned me to be thine own1 ,hast made my human heart to be thy throne1 ,hast made this voice of mine that it should sing ,from morn till eve1 ,these hands the precious gift of love to bring4 ,lord1 ,i believe ,that yonder1 past the valley's shaded rim1 ,the lifting crest that seems so cold and dim ,is but the outlines of another shore ,that doth receive ,the loved and lost of earth forevermore4 ,the ,fabulous ,city 7#aibe7 ,there rises in the distance ,across the ,vale of ,dreams ,a fair and lovely city1 ,built on get-rich-quick schemes4 ,its towers are bright and shining4 ,its streets are paved with gold1 ,paid for by mine promotions ,and stock sales bad and bold4 ,wondrous that shining city ,before our vision stands1 ,but when we come to touch it ,it crumbles 'neath our hands4 ,ethereal its fabric1 ,intangible its soil4 ',twas builded with the fortunes ,we never made in oil4 ,home v#aibe ,standing beside a quiet path they found it4 ,a humble little house it was1 and low4 ,with patient hands they planted flowers around it1 ,and flung its windows to the sun's warm glow4 ,they laid an open book upon the table1 ,and hung a simple picture on the wall4 ,they trained a vining rose around the gable4 ,they built a throne and crowned love ,lord of all4 ,they kindled on the hearth a fair flame gleaming1 ,and set a row of chairs before its light ,where happy eyes should cast their cheerful beaming ,with rest and song that come with falling night4 ,they reared with loving hands a fireside altar ,where hungry hearts in reverence might come1 ,where trembling lips might their petitions falter ,before the ,throne of ,grace1 and lo1 'twas ,,home4 ,palm ,sunday v#aibe ,adown the ringing street he came1 ,the ,lord of all the years4 ,a thousand voices of acclaim ,were ringing in his ears4 ,silent was he who knew his way ,of mingled joy and loss ,began where ,bartimaeus lay1 ,and ended at a cross4 ,and ever it has been as then4 ,the path of triumph trod ,amid the loud acclaim of men1 ,beneath the smile of ,god1 ,begins where need holds forth its hands1 ,and pleads with weary eyes1 ,and ends where1 grim and silent1 stands ,the ,hill of ,sacrifice4 ,roads v#aibe ,there is a road to happiness2 ,there is a road to pain2 ,a road to failure and success2 ,a road to loss and gain2 ,a road to meadows gay with flowers2 ,a road to evenfall2 ,a road to bright and shadowed hours-- ,god lets me tread them all4 ,there is a quiet road that finds ,the little singing streams2 ,a road that reaches till it winds ,along the ,hills of ,dreams2 ,a road to hope1 to duty done1 ,and to that last clear call ,across the gates of setting sun-- ,god lets me tread them all4 ,the ,teacher's ,reward 7#aibe7 ,who dwells with everlasting truth ,and lets that truth possess his soul2 ,who has companionship with youth ,to keep him young as swift years roll2 ,who writes his story on the page ,of history by labor hard2 ,and builds his life into his age1 ,has his reward4 ,who opens eyes that else were blind ,till they behold the earth and sky2 ,who wakens interest in the mind ,that else were barren1 dead1 and dry2 ,who gently takes a weary hand ,and lays it in the ,palm that's scarred2 ,though others own the gold and land1 ,has his reward4 ,via ,dolorosa 7#aibe7 ,out the ,damascus ,gate it ran1 ,a weary1 cheerless road ,along which stumbled once a ,man1 ,a cross-tree for ,his load4 ,the street was teeming with the throng4 ,the air was chill and gray1 ,the hour when ,jesus passed along ,that ,dolorosa ,way4 ,it wound a slope that flung its height ,against a sullen sky4 ,upon a summit--tragic sight-- ,three crosses lifted high4 ,but lo1 beyond them1 manifold ,the lifting glow of day4 ,it ended at the gates of gold1 ,that ,dolorosa ,way4 ,the ,chameleon 7#aibf7 ,upon a green leaf he is green1 ,upon a red one ruddy4 ,he suits his color to the scene-- ,blue1 brown1 or grey1 or muddy4 ,wherever he may chance to go ,he meets the crowd's demanding4 ,in ,rome he does as ,romans do1 ,and so he keeps his standing4 ,i know not his philosophy-- ,platonic or ,aurelian4 ,no matter4 ,who would want to be ,reputed a chameleon8 ,the ,city's ,nerves 7#aibf7 ,somewhere is closed a circuit1 ,and miles and miles away ,a filament is lighted2 ,a wheel goes into play2 ,a thought is carried quickly1 ,in clearest tones expressed1 ,because an impulse flashes ,north1 ,south1 or ,east1 or ,west4 ,and how8 ,beneath the pavement1 ,away from human gaze1 ,across the humid darkness ,wires run in countless ways4 ,in cables1 ever-reaching ,through subterranean curves1 ,they carry thought and action4 ,they are the city's nerves4 ,illustration's upper half depicts an above-ground daytime view of a cityscape4 ,the lower half depicts a below-ground view cast in darkness except for two unclothed men2 bolts of electricity extend from their hands4 ,the art is signed 8,pancoast40 ,doing ,it ,well 7#aibf7 ,i ,,saw him do his act before a large and motley throng ,that sought relief and laughter in the house of dreams and song4 ,just who he was or whence he came of course ,i cannot tell4 ,he only played a banjo1 but he played the banjo well4 ,i saw her washing dishes in a simple little cot4 ,her life was spent in toiling there upon the selfsame spot4 ,her face was furrowed1 and each line a story had to tell4 ,she only kept a household1 but she kept the household well4 ,i saw him fire an engine in a vast and grimy room1 ,though it was hard to see him in the still and dusty gloom4 ,he watched each motion keenly as the pistons rose and fell4 ,he only fired an engine1 but he fired the engine well4 ,i saw him digging ditches with the mud upon his hands1 ,and with that steady motion that a digger understands4 ,he claimed no fame nor fortune2 only brawn he had to sell4 ,he was but digging ditches1 but he dug the ditches well4 ,it matters rather little what task one may choose to do1 ,so long as it is honest and his purposes are true4 ,the years will ring his story far upon their golden bell1 ,if he will only do the thing he may be doing well4 ,enslaved ,lightning 7#aibf7 ,a nature worshipper1 long dead1 ,came back in ghostly form1 ,to visit where1 in ages sped1 ,he bowed before the storm4 ,the city streets with radiance burned ,through every darkened hour1 ,and every busy wheel was turned ,by harnessed lightning power4 8,ah me10 he said1 8,the times do change4 ,this is a different ball4 ,so altered everything1 so strange1 ,i'm not at home at all4 ,these moderns have audacious wills2 ,the gods we served aright1 ,they've put to work to turn their mills ,and light their streets at night40 ,illustration of a window view of a city's downtown on a stormy night4 ,a generator is in the foreground next to the window4 ,the window frames a skyscraper1 other buildings1 and street lights2 they are all filled with light4 ,a bolt of lightning extends from the sky to the generator4 ,the art piece is signed 8,a ,sturges0 and below it the caption reads1 8,decoration by ,a ,sturges40 ,flowers ,are ,thoughts of ,god 7#aibf7 ,the flowers are the thoughts of ,god4 ,they bloom in sun and shadow1 ,by traveled path1 or virgin sod1 ,in every lovely meadow2 ,in dooryards where the children play1 ,and hours are swiftly winging2 ,and ,love comes at the close of day1 ,its selfless tribute bringing4 ,silent they grow1 each in its place1 ,with cheer for all who love them1 ,breathing their perfume in the face ,of all who bend above them4 ,they blossom where the weary plod ,their ways of toil and duty4 ,the flowers are the thoughts of ,god2 ,his love speaks in their beauty4 ,a ,grace for ,meals 7#aibf7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,thou who doest hold all things at ,thy command ,the blessing of the sunshine and the rain1 ,thou never hast withheld ,thy kindly hand ,from giving us the fruitage of the plain4 ,long hast ,thou sheltered us from every storm4 ,long hast ,thou seen that we were duly fed4 ,long hast ,thou kept our fireside bright and warm4 ,and so we thank ,thee for our daily bread4 ,as we assemble at our simple board ,in all the gladness that is ours today1 ,we thank ,thee for ,thy presence with us1 ,lord1 ,and ask that ,thou wilt be our guest alway4 ,may all ,thy children1 wheresoe'er they be1 ,share in ,thy bounty1 by ,thy hand be led1 ,and lift their hearts from every land and sea1 ,with us1 to thank ,thee for their daily bread4 ,the ,grey ,host 7#aibf7 ,from the silent ,southern river1 ,from the reaching ,western plain1 ,from the quaint ,new ,england hillside ,comes a host to march again4 ,from ,manila and ,el ,caney1 ,from the depths of many a sea1 ,from the flow'ring fields of ,flanders1 ,come the sons of ,liberty4 ,who are these that tread the silence8 ,they are our departed brave1 ,who1 despite their years of dreaming1 ,still are troubled in the grave4 ,see1 they bear a flaming banner1 ,these who died for us of yore4 ,this the message that it flashes3 8,brothers1 dream of war no more40 ,heart ,gates 7#aibf7 ,there is a wondrous country1 ,a city built foursquare4 ,and each and all are welcome ,to find a dwelling there4 ,the nations gather homeward1 ,peoples from far and wide4 ,directions do not matter ,with gates on every side4 ,and is not this the mission ,that ,god to us has given-- ,to make the world we live in ,seem more and more like heaven8 ,shall we not seek the friendship ,of peoples far and wide1 ,and let the heart's fair city ,have gates on every side8 ,the ,high ,tension ,line 7#aibf7 ,it has no boast to make at all4 ,patient it holds unto its task ,summer and ,winter1 ,spring and ,fall1 ,with naught to tell and naught to ask4 ,humble and steady1 sure and true1 ,seeking no change of work or place1 ,it has its given work to do1 ,and does it with a changeless grace4 ,in its deep channel underground ,it serves its purpose day by day1 ,without a stir1 without a sound1 ,though days be fair1 though days be gray4 ,and yet what power is carried down ,the conduit through which it runs ,to turn the factories of the town1 ,and flood its streets with blazing suns4 ,i know some men who are the same4 ,they make no boast with foolish lips1 ,but all their spirits are aflame4 ,power tingles to their finger tips4 8,i am not eloquent0 7#aibf7 8,i am not eloquent10 he said4 8,i cannot spin of thought's fine gold ,a sentence lovely to be read1 ,a story wondrous to be told40 ,thus did he answer ,god one day ,upon a new ,tiberian shore4 ,and ,god said1 8,no1 but you can say ,the word of love4 ,i ask no more40 ,and so across the hurried years1 ,across the mighty land and sea1 ,through calm and tempest1 joy and tears1 ,he bore the message faithfully4 ,he bore it till the set of sun1 ,until his time and strength were spent4 ,today the service he has done1 ,beyond all speech1 is eloquent4 ,knocking 7#aibf7 ,,there',s a sign that always thrills me ,when its pounding threat ,i hear1 ,one that always rudely thrills me ,with the clutching grip of fear4 ,though the thought of it be shocking1 ,and the homeward journey long1 ,when ,i hear the engine knocking ,i am certain something's wrong4 ,i have known a lot of people1 ,high and low1 and near and far1 ,on the street1 beneath the steeple1 ,who were like a motor car4 ,though successes may come flocking1 ,and though he be going strong1 ,when ,i hear a person knocking ,i am certain something's wrong4 ,life 7#aibf7 ,i said to ,god3 8,life is a wine-cup1 ,a thing to be drained while we may2 ,and those who can drink it most deeply ,and emptiest cast it away4 ,the ones who have claimed the full measure ,of all the joy it can give1 ,are those who have learned most completely ,what it means to be conscious and live40 ,but ,god said3 8,no1 life is a picture1 ,a thing you may paint as you will4 ,your colors are of your own choosing1 ,and yours is the measure of skill4 ,you may paint1 and the curse or the blessing ,with all of their burden or worth1 ,when your brush has been dropped will be treasured ,as your gift to the children of earth40 ,the ,question v#aibf ,,the women are cutting their tresses ,to look just the same as the men4 ,they have thrown away skirts1 and have taken to shirts1 ,and collars1 and neckties2 and then ,the men have begun wearing knickers1 ,with hose of elaborate art4 ,they radiate bliss1 but the problem is this3 ,how are we to tell them apart8 ,one day when ,i saw a young lady ,drop a handkerchief1 quickly ,i ran ,and returned it to her with my heart all astir1 ,but lo1 when ,i spoke1 'twas a man4 ,then ,i slapped a young man on the shoulder1 ,and he turned with a manner most tart4 ',twas a lady attired as the fashion required4 ,say1 how do you tell them apart8 ,the ,rooster 7#aibf7 ,,he ,,rises at the break of day1 ,sometimes a little bit before it1 ,to tell us that the dawn is gray ,and he is proudly gloating o'er it4 ,he makes his boast that nothing's wrong ,about him or his constitution4 ,his voice proclaims with accent strong ,that he's a going institution4 ,he has been whipped a hundred times1 ,a hundred times run helter-skelter1 ,but still his raucous challenge chimes ,as though he'd never sought for shelter4 ,he has the courage to arise1 ,and sally forth1 and be a booster1 ,though gray or sunny be the skies4 ,here's to the spirit of the rooster4 ,the ,rulers of the ,earth 7#aibf7 ,jim ,jones with a will undivided ,toiled on with his reaper and plow4 ,he brought up his brood1 and provided ,for them by the sweat of his brow4 ,whenever some plan was in question1 ,in kindly and old-fashioned way ,he gave this unchanging suggestion3 8,whatever the women folks say40 ,the world with its strife and its glory ,goes seeking for treasure and charm4 ,the tale of its years is the story ,of ,jim ,jones who toiled on the farm4 ,the men wield the shovel and hammer1 ,but if we should ask them the way ,the world should be run1 they would stammer3 8,whatever the women folks say40 ,sing a ,little ,song 7#aibf7 ,when the heart is weary ,and the road is long2 ,when the day is dreary1 ,sing a little song4 ,sing it in the spirit2 ,let joy linger near it2 ,and your heart will hear it1 ,hear it and be strong4 ,when your hope is paling1 ,when your plans go wrong1 ,when your dreams are failing1 ,sing a little song4 ,send it thrilling1 winging1 ,sunshine with its bringing4 ,it will wake to singing ,others in the throng4 ,team-work 7#aibf7 ,i take my horses out to plow1 ,or sow1 or run the mower4 ,one pulls away right down the row1 ,one goes a little slower4 ,they've often taught me in the past1 ,pulling in double leather1 ,they only get along as fast ,as both can go together4 ,in every human progress we ,together do the striving4 ,and toward the better day to be ,together we are driving4 ,by team-work we must win at last1 ,whatever be the weather4 ,we only get along as fast ,as all can go together4 ,illustration of a farming scene4 ,bottom third of frame is landscape4 ,the foreground features a farmer walking behind and controlling a plow being pulled by two horses4 ,middle ground has gently rolling hills and a group of trees4 ,background has mountains4 ,upper two-thirds of frame is sky with white1 billowing clouds4 ,art piece is signed 8,mc,v0 7stands for ,g4 ,r4 ,mc,vicker74 ,their ,first ,meal 7#aibf7 ,the ham was cold4 ,the milk was blue1 ,the biscuits all were hard4 ,the eggs and the potatoes1 too1 ,were strong with rancid lard4 ,life leaned upon a slender staff ,in that first offering1 ,but never banquet tasted half ,so pleasant to a king4 ,the years went by4 ,they played the game1 ,and soon amassed a hoard4 ,the richest dainties skill could frame ,were found upon their board4 ,with choicest viands did they greet ,the great who chose to come1 ,but never did they taste so sweet ,as that first meal at home4 ,the first letter of the poem's title overlays an illustration of a house with a front porch4 ,the ,umbrella ,mender 7#aibf7 8,have you any umbrellas to mend80 ,he cries down the echoing street4 ,he travels the town to its end-- ,the city of hurrying feet4 ,why so1 when the broad heavens wear ,no cloud and no shadow of gray8 ,because1 when the weather is fair1 ,we must think of the rainy day4 ,for the rainy season will come1 ,as it has since the world began4 ,and some will be ready1 and some ,will have left it out of their plan4 ,when it comes1 it is always too late ,to appeal to our patient old friend4 ,we shall not hear his cry at the gate3 8,have you any umbrellas to mend80 ,the ,cross v#aibg ,luke #bb3db4 8,nevertheless not my will1 but thine1 be done40 ,upon some fateful hour and day ,each comes to roads that cross4 ,blossoms and sunshine seems one way1 ,the other care and loss4 ,the spirit will be willing there ,to take the road that's best4 ,the flesh will weaken1 and despair1 ,and falter in the test4 ,somewhere along the life we live ,each finds his ,calvary4 ,there with himself each one must strive1 ,and win his victory4 ,how blessed is the pathway trod ,when flesh 'neath spirit fails2 ,when cross the ways of self and ,god1 ,and ,god's good way prevails4 ,cupid's ,lament 7#aibg7 ,the coal oil lamp is now no more1 ,with flame to dimness fingered4 ,a gleaming chandelier is o'er ,the spot where lovers lingered4 ,where all is bright they will not go4 ,no one can change or doubt it4 ,they want to sit where lights are low4 ,what can ,i do about it8 ,it was much easier for me ,in days that now are olden1 ,when prying people could not see4 ,then all love's dreams were golden4 ,they sought a corner that the night ,had curtained--you have seen them2 ,but now the dusk-destroying light1 ,alas1 has come between them4 ,a ,day at a ,time 7#aibg7 ,a day at a time the world moves on2 ,a day at a time is our toiling done2 ,a day at a time do we have the dawn1 ,and come to the setting of the sun2 ,a day at a time our fate appears2 ,a day at a time do we build the years4 ,a day at a time is the only way2 ,whatever we do must be done to-day4 ,a day at a time is lifetime sent2 ,a day at a time we must be content4 ,however distant our dream may glow1 ,a day at a time is all we go4 ,a day at a time the stones are brought1 ,and life's great mosaic grandly wrought4 ,a day at a time--but when all are past ,we shall reach the goal of our dreams at last4 ,the ,future 7#aibg7 ,a tyrant called1 as tyrants used to do1 ,an artist1 skilled in form1 and tint1 and line4 ,he bade him3 8,paint for me a picture true ,of the tomorrow of this calm of mine4 ,unfold for me the future's portals wide4 ,unlock the gateway of the years to be4 ,whatever weal or woe they may betide ,return again and prophesy to me40 ,the painter went and sought the open street4 ,he lingered there through many a watchful day ,where sons of wealth and ragged urchins meet ,to talk1 and laugh1 and sing1 and dream1 and play4 ,then once again the tyrant's room he sought1 ,unveiled for him the finished task1 and smiled4 ,lo1 on the canvas he had deftly wrought ,the pictured features of a little child4 ,god's ,manners 7#aibg7 ,if you would learn ,god's manners1 ,fare forth some summer morn1 ,and see the roses cover ,the sharpness of the thorn4 ,see the sun shining brightly1 ,chasing the clouds away1 ,and hear the words of gladness ,the little people say4 ,look at the green crops growing ,up through the dewy air1 ,and see the love and beauty ,around you everywhere4 ,no ugliness or evil ,appears in sky or clod4 ,ask any summer morning1 ,if you would learn of ,god4 ,the ,great ,adventure 7#aibg7 ,the great adventure is not death1 ',tis life4 ,it is to feel the pulsing round of breath1 ,to take a place and hold it in the strife4 ,to hope1 and plan1 and feel1 and love1 and dream1 ,to look and climb ,to the far1 rugged heights where visions gleam ,of things sublime4 ,let us not live because we must1 ,but live ,to feel the mighty challenge of a trust1 ,to have a work to do1 a gift to give4 ,the pay may not be great in shining gold1 ,but may be had ,enough of satisfactions manifold ,to make us glad4 ,the ,heart of a ,child 7#aibg7 ,whatever you write on the heart of a child1 ,no waters can wash it away4 ,the sands may be shifted when billows are wild ,and the efforts of time may decay4 ,some stories may perish1 some songs be forgot2 ,but this ingraven record1 ,time changes it not4 ,whatever you write on the heart of a child1 ,a story of gladness or care ,that ,heaven has blessed1 or that ,earth has defiled1 ,will linger unchangeably there4 ,who writes it has sealed it forever and aye4 ,he must answer to ,god on the ,great ,judgement ,day4 ,how ,it ,started 7#aibg7 ,,when ,thales of ,miletus ,went to the store one day ,and bought a bit of amber1 ,in a real human way ,he got a piece of woolen ,to rub it up a bit1 ,and lo1 the lint and dust grains ,were drawn at once to it4 8,ha10 said old ,thales1 8'tis certain1 ,a man half blind could see1 ,this friction has begotten ,some unseen energy40 ,to-day that power is doing ,the labor of the earth4 ,how much were ,thales's amber ,and piece of woolen worth8 ,in ,conference 7#aibg7 ,,john ,,jones was head executive of a big city firm1 ,and countless times had set his heel on some poor human worm4 ,his office force was duly trained4 ,each knew just what to do ,to turn the nonelect away1 and let the chosen through4 ,people with honest errands there1 tired women1 busy men1 ,were told he was in conference1 and couldn't see them then4 8,come back a little later on10 the office girl would call1 ,and ,john would manage not to see the most of them at all4 ,he passed away in course of time1 as even rich men do1 ,and came up to the pearly gates as though to hurry through4 ,but lo1 the way was firmly barred1 and1 sitting in a chair1 ,he saw a white-robed office girl who asked his errand there4 8,i hoped10 said he1 8,saint ,peter would be here and let me by40 ,in standard office language she delivered this reply3 8,saint ,peter is in conference4 ,how long8 ,i do not know4 ,come back a little later--say a million years or so40 ,inventive ,genius 7#aibg7 ,i',,ve listed the inventions ,since ages far away1 ,and noted the discoveries ,down to the present day4 ,one little thing ,i've noticed1 ,thus far1 of every one4 ,it's really very simple --,when you see how it is done4 ,somebody finds a secret ,that no one else has seen1 ,harnesses laws familiar1 ,and makes a new machine4 ,there's not a task among them ,requiring so much wit1 ,but that ,i could have done it --,had ,i but thought of it4 ,morning ,prayer 7#aibg7 ,father1 grant to keep and guide me ,through the moments of the day4 ,let me know ,thou art beside me1 ,that no evil can betide me ,in my work or play4 ,teach my hands some good endeavor ,while the golden hours shall run1 ,something that will last forever ,let me bring to ,thee1 the ,giver1 ,e'er the day is done4 ,when at last the sun is wending ,down the sloping ,west1 ,and the evening shades descending ,tell the world the day is ending1 ,watch above my rest4 ,old-,fashioned ,pictures 7#aibg7 ,the old plush-covered album ,upon the parlor stand ,is but a distant country1 ,a half-forgotten land ,inhabited by people ,strong as the sturdy oaks1 ,firm as the hills they conquered1 --,the dear old-fashioned folks4 ,look at the honest faces1 ,the quaint and homely dress1 ,the strained and studied postures ,that once spelled loveliness4 ,look at the solemn features4 ,they put away their jokes ,to have their pictures taken --,the dear old-fashioned folks4 ,they carved trails through the forests4 ,they seeded down the soil4 ,they built the busy cities ,by unremitting toil4 ,they laid the firm foundations1 ,by honest1 manly strokes1 ,on which we build the future4 --,the dear old-fashioned folks4 ,the ,problem 7#aibg7 ,,thou ,god of little children1 ,and ,parent of us all1 ,who knowest all our struggles1 ,and hearest every call1 ,disclose to us the secret1 ,and tell us what to do ,to keep our children little ,and have them grow up1 too4 ,we treasure the devotion1 ,the little velvet hands1 ,the tender little greetings ,love always understands2 ,and yet we want them coming ,to strength and prospects new4 ,how can we keep them little ,and have them grow up1 too8 ,illustration of a young girl looking at a distant castle4 ,she's standing next to a tree that frames the right and top4 ,her feet1 in heels1 stand in the midst of scattered leaves4 ,her skirt and scarf wave in the breeze coming from the castle's direction4 ,the middle ground is rolling hills4 ,the sky behind the castle has billowing clouds4 ,art piece is signed 8,harvey ,fuller40 ,the ,pupil 7#aibg7 ,a father's highest vision1 ,a mother's fondest prayer ,are centered in the future ,of that wee fellow there4 ,they roused him from his slumber1 ,and dressed him in his best4 ,they sent him out1 and trusted ,that you would do the rest4 ,the weary planet needs him1 ,and patiently will wait ,for him to bring his service ,down to the future's gate4 ,he is the hope it treasures4 ,it wants him strong and true4 ,it sends him to your classroom1 ,and leaves the rest to you4 ,requisition 7#aibg7 ,give me a quiet road to take ,where roses deign to grow4 ,where sunbeams fall1 and robins wake1 ,and trees their shadows throw4 ,give me a little place to try ,to do my human part1 ,and make my work as days go by ,a picture of my heart4 ,give me a hearth where ,i may be ,when twilight shrouds the ,west1 ,with dear ones there to sit with me1 ,and you may have the rest4 ,sanctuary 7#aibg7 ,,god has a place1 and it is never far1 ,where reach vast arches over golden gates1 ,where quiet aisles and vaulted ceilings are1 ,and where a spacious altar always waits2 ,a place where weary souls may freely come1 ,hearts torn by earth's sharp thorns a refuge find1 ,sad1 lonely spirits feel again at home1 ,and all find rest and balm for heart and mind4 ,it is a house of walls not made with hands4 ,none sees it save the broken child of care4 ,in every place of woe and need it stands1 ,wherever sorrow dares to breathe a prayer4 ,the weakest1 poorest1 farthest spirit1 tried ,by grim pursuers of defeat and pain1 ,may claim its shelter4 ,then when tears are dried ,it waits in silence till they fall again4 ,the ,secret 7#aibg7 ,,old ,uncle ,john is a success1 ,and all his efforts have not hit it4 ,one day we asked him to confess1 ,to all of us just how he did it4 8,i hardly know1 myself10 said he1 8,but my conviction still is growing1 ,that there's no fancy recipe4 ,you just begin--and keep on going40 8,don't wait for things to come just right1 ,for very seldom do they do it4 ,select a road1 then day and night1 ,through storm and sunshine1 still pursue it4 ,don't stand debating what is best4 ,the sands of life are swiftly flowing4 ,most any worthy course is blest1 ,if you begin--and keep on going40 ,sight and ,faith 7#aibg7 ,i ,,walked by sight along the sunlit way1 ,through pleasant fields and where the flow'rs were fair4 ,by quiet streams1 through restful vales it lay1 ,and loveliness and joy were everywhere4 ,i walked by sight1 so confident my soul1 ,nor dreamed that it would ever diff'rent be1 ,as ,i moved onward to the shining goal ,that through the distance seemed so clear to me4 ,but lo1 there came the hour when dusk increased1 ,and sunset slowly faded into night1 ,as hour by hour the strength of vision ceased1 ,and ,i no more could make my way by sight4 ,but when the day had failed to shadows dim1 ,without a star to lend a flickering ray1 ,i took ,god's hand and travelled on with ,him1 ,and sudden glory flooded all my way4 ,starting ,things 7#aibg7 ,,the ghost of ,father ,gutenberg ,came back upon a visit4 ,he saw a modern printing press1 ,and cried1 8,good sakes1 what is it80 ,he saw a linotype at work ,on endless composition1 ,and said1 8,it must be that my mind ,is not in good condition40 ,he heard the newsboys hawk their wares1 ,and saw the bookstores busy1 ,found magazines on every stand ,until it made him dizzy4 ,he said1 8,whoever could have thought ,all this ,i was imparting8 ,one never guesses1 after all1 ,how much he may be starting40 ,success 7#aibg7 ,,success is not the garnering of gold ,wrung from the failing grasp of nerveless hands1 ,nor grim advantage where are bought and sold ,the cargoes of the fleets from distant lands4 ,it is not deafness to the anguished cry ,of blighting poverty or bitter need1 ,nor a triumphal march to victory ,over pale lips and human hearts that bleed4 ,success is living to the full each hour1 ,finding the richness of the joy it brings1 ,leaving unheard no song1 unseen no flower1 ,unfelt no throbbing loveliness of things4 ,success is soothing human hearts that ache ,breathing new hope into despairing ears1 ,serving with willing hands for love's dear sake1 ,and sowing happiness across the years4 ,the ,bantams 7#aibh7 ,we have got a bantam rooster with a funny little face1 ,and he tells us by his swagger that he thinks he owns the place4 ,he will lord it o'er the chickens with a mien and manner high1 ,and the strangest thing about it is he generally gets by4 ,we have ,brahams1 ,rocks1 and ,cochins--big and strong and robust1 all2 ,but they let this bantam run the place because he has the gall4 ,big and lazy and good-natured1 they seek out a shady spot1 ,nor dispute the bold assumption of his right to rule the lot4 ,and sometimes ,i think the whole world is a barnyard1 wide and vast4 ,with the selfsame situation1 as the ages hurry past4 ,people big and strong and able take the smooth and easy way1 ,while the fussy little fellows feather in and win the day4 ,singular1 at least1 ,i call it that so oft the crown is worn4 ,by some self-elected demagogue1 so oft the scepter borne1 ,not by some one with the vision a commanding swath to cut1 ,but some cocky little bantam who was born to preen and strut4 ,charge ,account 7#aibh7 ,,you may think you are getting by4 ,you may get by awhile4 ,but do not snap your fingers in the face of ,fate and smile4 ,although she may not now demand of you the full amount1 ,some day you will discover that she keeps a charge account4 ,she never quarrels with us nor bestows unseemly looks1 ,but no one ever yet has found an error in her books4 ,she writes down every item very quietly1 but still ,there certainly will come a day when she presents her bill4 ,she asks no more than is her due1 for ,fate is always square4 ,no tradesman yet in all the world has ever been more fair4 ,good business methods1 that is all4 ,there is no other way4 ,you may get by awhile1 my friend1 but some day you will pay4 ,the ,close-,up 7#aibh7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,there are many angel faces1 ,viewed from places far away1 ,which1 upon a near vision1 ,very quickly turn to clay4 ,there are many matchless heroes ,who can hold us in their spell1 ,but who fade away to weakness ,when we really know them well4 ,there are many hissing villians ,who1 on closer view1 are found ,to possess a kindly spirit ,and an honor quite profound4 ,so it runs throughout the picture1 ,as it probably is best1 ,that the close-up tells the story ,whether one can meet the test4 ,coming and ,going 7#aibh7 ,i ,,go down when the train comes in1 ,no matter what the day1 ,where some arrive amid the din1 ,and others go away4 ,i see glad faces looking down ,the track that rambles on ,far from the quiet little town1 ,impatient to be gone4 ,but oh1 the eyes most full of mirth ,i see upon the train ,have seen the wonders of the earth ,and then come home again4 ,blest is the road that leads away ,where restless ones may roam2 ,but each loves best of all1 one day1 ,the road that leads back home4 ,ambition makes us all to dare ,the far1 intriguing track2 ,but when we've had enough of care ,the heart will bring us back4 ,the ,day's ,success 7#aibh7 ,when sunset falls upon your day ,and fades from out the ,west4 ,when business cares are put away ,and you lie down to rest1 ,the measures of the day's success ,or failure will be told ,in terms of human happiness ,and not in terms of gold4 ,is there beside some hearth tonight ,more joy because you wrought8 ,does someone face the bitter strife ,with courage you have taught8 ,is something added to the store ,of human happiness8 ,if so1 the day that now is o'er ,has been a real success4 ,the ,earth's ,plaint 7#aibh7 ,from ages immemorial they've scratched my patient face ,with plow1 and pick1 and shovel1 in all confidence and grace4 ,they've dug their springs1 and sunk their wells1 and made their post holes1 too1 ,wherever it has pleased their passing fancy so to do4 ,but here of late they seem to feel that more is wrong with me ,than to the specialists who came at first there seemed to be4 ,they've stopped the minor surgery--it seemed to be too light --,and started on a major scale to set my system right4 ,they sink a shaft a solid mile through rock1 and sand1 and clay4 ,they go right into it with drills and bore the livelong day4 ,they cut a tunnel through a hill1 and make the two ends fit4 ,they chop away as though they thought it didn't hurt a bit4 ,they change the course of rivers and the shape of waterfalls4 ,they dig deep excavations for their bridges and their walls4 ,a major operation of some kind has come to be ,a kind of daily diet1 in these latter days1 with me4 ,poem is surrounded by photos of earth-working equipment in action around the world 7clockwise from top-right corner73 ,egypt1 ,new ,zealand1 ,formosa1 ,chile1 ,rhodesia1 ,sicily1 ,dutch ,east ,indies1 ,honduras1 ,ireland1 ,nigeria1 ,india1 and ,u4,s4,a4 ,evolution 7#aibh7 ,a shining automobile ,was standing at the curb4 ,a glib and crafty salesman ,was handing out his blurb4 ,a bicycle was leaning ,its well-worn handle bar ,against a post--the early ,ancestor of the car4 ,then1 snorting down the pavement1 ,a motorcycle flew1 ,pausing between the cycle ,and car so bright and new4 8,aha10 the auto whispered1 8,i have evolved1 ,i think1 ,from that bicycle yonder1 ,and here's the missing link40 ,faith v#aibh ,if you cast out ,into the outer darkness of your mind ,all about which you can conceive a doubt1 ,or find some strange and vain excuse to flout1 ,or charge to ages credulous and blind1 ,all about which the whole world is not sure1 ,my friend1 you will be pitifully poor4 ,if your faith clings ,to all the good1 and beautiful1 and right1 ,that the experience of ages brings1 ,and offers as the necessary things ,that stand forever by truth's simple might1 ,believing each till it is found untrue1 ,the heart's unmeasured riches are for you4 ,freedom v#aibh ,freedom to make the sturdy climb ,from sodden depths to heights sublime2 ,freedom to seek ,truth's ready aid ,in mastering a chosen trade2 ,freedom to play an honest part1 ,and make some worthy work an art2 ,freedom to struggle with a smile-- ,that is the freedom worth the while4 ,freedom to keep a heart that sings ,amid the fret and drive of things2 ,freedom to serve with heart1 and mind1 ,and hand1 the races of mankind2 ,freedom to meet the fiercest test ,knowing that one has done his best2 ,freedom to trudge the upward mile-- ,that is the freedom worth the while4 ,the ,harness 7#aibh7 8,what means all this mass of wiring80 ,asked the visitor from ,mars4 8,we have nothing that is like it ,in our section of the stars4 ,all these conduits and cables1 ,this machinery that sings ,with its whirring wheels and motors --,what have they to do with things80 8,very much10 the earth-child answered4 8,we've a giant1 all unseen1 ,who serves every little household1 ,every factory and machine1 ,does our work1 transports our people1 ,friendship's kindly message bears4 ,all this wiring you have noted ,is the harness that he wears40 ,his ,great ,hour 7#aibh7 ,he headed the procession ,on many a parade4 ,he heard the ringing echoes ,where loud applause was made4 ,but naught has ever equalled ,the time in early youth ,when first his folks discovered ,that he had cut a tooth4 ,he published learned volumes ,and speeches made galore4 ,he traveled and was feted ,the land and ocean o'er4 ,but never was the hero ,so praised and sung1 forsooth1 ,as on that vanished midnight ,when first he cut a tooth4 ,illustration of a heart overlaid with a young child4 ,the child sits with legs straight out in front1 right hand near mouth1 and left hand holding what appears to be a rattle4 8,i held a sea shell to my ears0 7#aibh7 ,i held a sea shell to my ears ,a little while today1 ,and heard the echo of the years ,sounding from far away4 ,i heard ten thousand soft good-byes ,to hearts that needs must roam1 ,ten thousand weekly muffled cries ,for ships that came not home4 ,i heard the story of the dreams ,of those who journeyed far1 ,but brought not back ,wealth's shining gleams ,to the home harbor bar4 ,i heard the story of the brave ,who ,freedom's burdens bore1 ,who fought their battles on the wave ,but struggle now no more4 ,imminence 7#aibh7 ,like to the circuit of a bright day's glory1 ,like to a shadow moving on the grass1 ,like to the telling of an evening story1 ,god's purposes all shortly come to pass4 ,like to the nearness of a dewdrop's brushing1 ,like to the nearness of a breath of ,may1 ,like to the nearness of a wind uprushing1 ,god's promised kingdom is not far away4 ,like to the vastness of the stars' swift motion1 ,like to the vastness of the course they swing1 ,like to the vastness of a shoreless ocean1 ,god's love is here enfolding everything4 ,iron 7#aibh7 ,a piece of iron was refined ,by highest skill of hand and mind1 ,to steel that formed the keenest blade1 ,or instruments of wonder made1 ,or strings awaking symphonies ,from far across the centuries4 ,another piece lay dull and dead ,as days of hope and wonder sped4 ,it felt no prompting of desire ,for the refiner's purging fire4 ,passive it lay1 nor ever wist ,the thrill and gladness it had missed4 ,i speak no word of praise or blame4 ,i only say it is a shame ,that metal1 made for wondrous things1 ,keen instruments1 responsive strings1 ,should be1 its aspiration spent1 ,arrested in development4 ,i ,want 7#aibh7 ,i ,,want a deep mine where the gold knows no measure1 ,a house with the widest and rarest of rooms1 ,replete with the objects of beauty and pleasure1 ,with tapestries done on the finest of looms4 ,i want a great fleet that will compass the ocean1 ,and bring me the choicest of all the world's store4 ,i want a cortege1 with the deepest devotion ,performing my bidding1 my wishes--and more4 ,i want a position of pow'r and of splendor1 ,an empire to rule with the will of a king4 ,i want the rich tribute that vassals can render1 ,the praise that the lips of the loyal can bring4 ,i want earth's delights without limit or curbing1 ,the richest that skill can conceive or design4 ,one question alone is a little disturbing-- ,just what shall ,i do with them when they are mine8 ,the ,lucky ,man 7#aibh7 ,he struggled on and upward1 ,impelled by high ambition4 ,he bent his strongest efforts ,to better his condition4 ,he paid the price of labor1 ,as others had before him4 ,a rich and bounteous harvest ,his earnest efforts bore him4 ,two loafers were exchanging ,their shallow talk one morning1 ,their conversation ranging ,from filthiness to scorning4 ,he passed4 ,one said3 8,there's ,sweezy4 ,my way was always rocky4 ,but some folks have it easy4 ,that fellow sure is lucky40 ,success and ,failure 7#aibh7 ,whoever builds a mighty name ,and fills the country with his fame1 ,who seeks and uses earthly power ,to make a stately triumph hour1 ,who rears a mansion rich and high ,to frown against the kindly sky1 ,if he has not found happiness ,is still a failure none the less4 ,whoever dwells in humble walls ,where only toilsome care befalls1 ,who plans when dear ones are in bed ,where shall be found to-morrow's bread1 ,to cheer whose heart ,life only brings ,the humble joy of simple things1 ,if happiness has crowned his name1 ,he is successful just the same4 ,the ,trouble with the ,movies 7#aibh7 ,transcriber's note3 ,all verses are italicized4 ,the trouble with the movies1 ,as it appears to me1 ,is not what the wise people ,about me seem to see4 ,but ,i do raise objection ,in accents bold and high ,to one outstanding evil ,the waste of custard pie4 ,if all that precious pastry ,thrown with such ready grace1 ,such technique and precision1 ,at some poor fellow's face1 ,were gathered all together ,for my convenience1 ,i ,would just retire from labor ,and live on custard pie4 ,walking with ,god 7#aibh7 ,,who walks with ,god must take his way ,across far distances and gray ,to goals that others do not see1 ,where others do not care to be4 ,who walks with ,god must have no fear ,when danger and defeat appear1 ,nor stop when every hope seems gone1 ,for ,god1 our ,god1 moves ever on4 ,who walks with ,god must press ahead ,when sun or cloud is overhead1 ,when all the waiting thousands cheer1 ,or when they only stop to sneer2 ,when all the challenge leaves the hours ,and naught is left but jaded powers4 ,but he will some day reach the dawn1 ,for ,god1 our ,god1 moves ever on4 ,wander ,lust 7#aibh7 8,i want to go away somewhere10 ,cries every human heart of care4 8,i want to go across the sea1 ,and find a place where hearts are free4 ,i want to look at bluer skies1 ,and stand where higher mountains rise4 ,to tropic scene1 to arctic snow1 ,i want to go1 ,i want to go40 ,and so we take our varied ways ,across the miles and through the days4 ,we see the wonders of the earth4 ,we share its sorrow and its mirth4 ,time sends its snows upon our hair4 ,we stumble with our loads of care4 ,then one day sounds a broken cry3 8,please1 won't you take me home to die80 ,the ,divine ,image 7#aibi7 ,something within me makes me love the roses2 ,something within me makes me search the sky2 ,something within me makes me roam the meadows2 ,the woodlands where the trees are still and high4 ,something within me makes me sit at twilight ,enraptured with the starlight on the sod2 ,something within me thrills at lovely music1 ,that something in me makes me kin to ,god4 ,something within me makes me like the brothers ,who share with me the path that ,i must tread2 ,something within me wakens hope and longing ,to struggle on to summits far ahead4 ,something within me keeps me ever dreaming ,of heavenly things amid the thorn and clod2 ,something within me speaks of light and beauty1 ,that something in me makes me kin to ,god4 ,domsie 7#aibi7 ,simple his habit1 plain his wonted ration1 ,humble the roof that sheltered him at night4 ,he sought no preferment of rank or station1 ,save but to be a bearer of the light4 ,he dreamed out futures for the boys before him1 ,and led them ever onward toward the goal4 ,the heights they won the choicest gladness bore him ,whose faces were enshrined within his soul4 ,in many a countryside and distant city ,were lived strong lives to which the light he gave4 ,strong hearts beat and strong hands were reached in pity ,he taught to bless1 to brighten1 and to save4 ,upon a quiet hillside he is sleeping1 ,content to rest1 the final school day o'er1 ,but everywhere his boys the faith are keeping4 ,they hold his torch aloft forevermore4 ,the ,happy ,ending 7#aibi7 ,i ,,like to read a stirring tale of peril and of action4 ,i follow every character with heartfelt satisfaction4 ,if1 truth and error1 right and wrong1 defeat and triumph blending1 ,the story rambles steadily toward a happy ending4 ,no matter what vicissitudes the hero strong engages1 ,no matter how the conflict runs across the crowded pages1 ,if at the close all comes out right1 with every wrong defeated1 ,each happy dream at last come true1 each worthy task completed4 ,they tell me it is not the style in these days so to write it4 ,the proper thing1 they say1 is with a smirch of wrong to blight it1 ,to leave the tears unwiped1 the wrong unrighted1 and the error ,unbanished in the general reign of trouble and of terror4 ,but ,i still have the faith to cling to childhood's deep conviction ,that somehow justice does get done in life as well as fiction1 ,that there is more of right than wrong1 of pleasure than of weeping1 ,and that a kindly ,providence still has us in its keeping4 ,i think when all the years are through the world's heart will be singing1 ,that bells of bounding happiness will everywhere be ringing1 ,and the great ,author of the tale of life1 ,his mercy lending1 ,will bring the story of the world down to a happy ending4 ,illustration of an armored knight riding a galloping horse and holding a woman seated in front of him4 ,the knight's right hand holds a long staff tipped with a small flag1 while his left hand secures the woman4 ,his cape flaps in the wind4 ,the horse is dressed with coverings from head to hind quarters4 ,they are centered in the frame with a billowing cloud rising behind them4 ,the lower-right part of the frame has nearby vegetation4 ,the upper-left part has a castle on a hill a small distance away4 ,the artwork has a printed signature1 but the stylized last letter of the last name is uncertain2 an 8,r0 would complete the name 8,stanley ,hunter40 ,have ,you ,tried8 7#aibi7 ,are you sure you cannot do it8 ,are you really satisfied ,that you never can go through it8 ,have you tried8 ,do a thousand doubts assail you ,with their darts from every side ,till your hope and courage fail you8 ,have you tried8 ,have you ceased to dream of winning8 ,have your expectations died8 ,have you really had your inning8 ,have you tried8 ,memorial ,day v#aibi ,exodus #ab3ad4 8,and this day shall be unto you for a memorial40 ,their drums are still4 ,their banners all are furled4 ,they feel no more the battle's fiery breath4 ,theirs is the vastest army in the world1 ,encamped upon the silent fields of death4 ,of peace and happiness they paid the price4 ,their ,via ,dolorosa did they tread4 ,they climbed the ,calvary of sacrifice1 ,and found a place among the mighty dead4 ,the years roll on1 but as they pass away ,let not this tender memory grow old4 ,by the sweet1 smiling blossoms of the ,may ,let their fair story be forever told4 ,the ,modern ,pupil 7#aibi7 ,i've had a new school teacher ,now for a week or two4 ,she seems to be quite clever1 ,and knows her subject1 too4 ,she's pleasant and attractive1 ,as far as ,i can tell4 ,there's just one trouble with her4 ,she doesn't mind me well4 ,in fact1 she has a notion1 ,saved from a former day1 ,that things about the schoolroom ,should go the other way4 ,and so the one objection ,that any one could find ,is insubordination4 ,i cannot make her mind4 ,my ,little ,fire 7#aibi7 ,my little fire is cheerful1 ,unchanging in its grace4 ,whatever be the weather1 ,it keeps a shining face4 ,it always has a welcome ,for such as seek its hearth1 ,afar from all the struggles ,and strivings of the earth4 ,it seems so understanding4 ,when ill has gone the day ,and ,i recount my troubles1 ,it laughs them all away4 ,so ,i forget the fever ,of false and vain desire1 ,and find that life is blessed ,beside my little fire4 ,illustration of a man seated in front of hearth4 ,he's dressed in suit and tie1 smiling1 and bent forward resting his elbows on his thighs4 ,the left hand holds long tongs pointed at the fire1 and his chin rests in his right hand4 ,the hearth's grate has two owl-shaped decorations1 and a log carrier with extra logs sits nearby4 ,a plant is on the mantle4 ,the background has a window--drape open--decorated with a wreath4 ,a candelabrum with five lit candles is in front of the window1 and both ends are flanked by a candlestick with a lit candle4 ,the artist's cursive signature makes the name uncertain4 ,thankfulness 7#aibi7 ,i ,,heard a tiny sound to-day4 ,the flowers all had stopped to pray4 ,lily1 and rose1 and goldenrod ,and violet were thanking ,god4 ,for what8 ,the sun1 and rain1 and dew1 ,that had not failed the season through1 ,the soil1 the winds with their caress2 ,and simple daily happiness4 ,i blushed1 whose thought had found no wings ,to thank ,god for the simple things4 ,no sudden fortune had bestowed ,on me a rich and golden load4 ,but ,i had known the rain1 the sun1 ,shelter and rest when day was done1 ,raiment1 and food1 and happy hours4 ,i was less thankful than the flowers4 8,whatever he may wish or plan0 7#aibi7 ,whatever he may wish or plan1 ,three things will make or break a man3 ,the work to which he gives his hand1 ,to make a living in the land4 ,the friends to whom his heart gives toll1 ,whose shadows fall across his soul4 ,the goal by which through toil and strife ,he gives direction to his life4 ,,appendix #a3 ,,bylines1 ,,bibliography1 ,,notes ,after-,images4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bc ,no4 #f4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,jul #aibb4 p4 #g4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,age of a ,heart4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #a4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jan #aibe4 p4 #cg4 ,note3 ,illustrated dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,almost4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #ig ,no4 #ci4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,sep #bh1 #aibb4 p4 #abaa ,along the ,road4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,miami ,daily ,metropolis4 ,vol4 #bg ,no4 #afa4 ,miami1 ,,fl3 ,metropolis ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #ag1 #aibb4 p4 #f ,the ,bantams4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,northwest ,poultry ,journal4 ,vol4 #cc ,no4 #f4 ,salem1 ,,or3 ,northwest ,poultry ,journal ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #aibh4 p4 #ae4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,battle ,hymn4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,western ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #hj ,no4 #ag4 ,cincinnati3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,apr #bi1 #aiad4 p4 #ebd ,brotherhood4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,boys' ,world4 ,vol4 #bc ,no4 #ab4 ,elgin1 ,,il3 ,david ,c4 ,cook ,publishing ,co41 ,mar #bb1 #aibd4 p4 #d4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,builder v#aibd4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,juvenile ,instructor4 ,vol4 #ei ,no4 #h4 ,salt ,lake ,city3 ,deseret ,sunday ,school ,union1 ,aug #aibd4 p4 #daa4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,the ,builders4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ec ,no4 #h4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,aug #aiba4 ,cover page ,the ,chameleon4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,commonweal4 ,vol4 #e ,no4 #d4 ,new ,york3 ,calvert ,publishing ,corp41 ,dec #a1 #aibf4 p4 #aje ,charge ,account4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #a4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jan #aibh4 p4 #g4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,childhood on the ,farm4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,hoard's ,dairyman4 ,vol4 #fg ,no4 #i4 ,fort ,atkinson1 ,,wi3 ,w4 ,d4 ,hoard ,sons ,co41 ,mar #ad1 #aibd4 p4 #ccb ,the ,children v#aiba4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,herald4 ,vol4 #dd ,no4 #cb4 ,new ,york3 ,christian ,herald1 ,aug #f1 #aiba4 p4 #edf4 ,notes3 #a7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers1 #b7 ,extra spaces in body of poem were deleted4 ,the ,children v#aibe4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,pathfinder4 ,vol4 #cb ,no4 #affh4 ,washington ,d4,c43 ,pathfinder ,publishing ,co41 ,dec #ai1 #aibe4 p4 #ba4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,child's ,prayer4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn4 ,richmond1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,epworth ,era4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #cb4 ,chicago3 ,jennings ,graham1 ,jan #e1 #aijg4 p4 #hcj4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of #bx#b is presented in this compilation as follows3 top-left stanza as first stanza1 bottom-left as second1 top-right as third and bottom-right as fourth4 ,the ,city's ,nerves4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #f4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,jun #aibf4 p4 #adc ,climaxes v#aiba4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #aa4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,dec #aiba4 p4 #ic4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,climaxes v#aibc4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bf ,no4 #a4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,aug #aibc4 pp4 #da1 #hf4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,clock4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,beacon4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #bf4 ,boston3 ,the ,beacon ,press1 ,inc41 ,mar #cj1 #aibd4 p4 #aaa4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,close-,up4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,movie ,makers4 ,vol4 #c ,no4 #f4 ,new ,york3 ,amateur ,cinema ,league1 ,inc41 ,jun #aibh4 p4 #cig4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,coming and ,going4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines ,magazine4 ,vol4 #i ,no4 #c4 ,new ,york3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines1 ,jun #aibh4 p4 #ad4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,compensation4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #ig ,no4 #da4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,oct #ab1 #aibb4 p4 #abgc ,the ,creator4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sedalia ,democrat4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #dj4 ,sedalia1 ,,mo3 ,sedalia ,democrat ,co41 ,feb #ae1 #aibc4 p4 #b4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,credo4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,north ,carolina ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #gj ,no4 #df4 ,greensboro1 ,,nc3 ,nov #ab1 #aibe4 p4 #h4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,a ,creed4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,century4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #g4 ,chicago3 ,disciples ,publication ,society1 ,feb #af #aibb4 p4#bjj ,the ,cross v#aibg4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,expositor4 ,vol4 #bh ,no4 #f4 ,cleveland3 ,f4 ,m4 ,barton ,co41 ,mar #aibg4 p4 #gaj4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,cry of a ,human4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,flynn4 ,source3 ,richmond ,daily ,palladium4 ,richmond1 ,,in3 ,palladium ,printing ,co41 ,mar #e1 #aijf4 p4 #c4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,cupid's ,lament4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ai ,no4 #e4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,may #aibg4 p4 #aje4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,a ,day at a ,time4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sanford ,herald4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #bj4 ,sanford1 ,,fl3 ,apr #g1 #aibg4 p4 #d4 ,note3 ,duplicate 8at0 7,a day at at time7 in second verse replaced with 8a04 ,the ,day's ,success4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,carp ,review4 ,vol4 #bd ,no4 #cj4 ,carp1 ,ontario3 ,james ,a4 ,evoy1 ,aug #af1 #aibh4 p4 #h4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed1 #b7 ,apostrophe removed from 8measure's0 in fifth verse1 #c7 ,comma removed after 8failure0 in sixth verse4 ,the ,divine ,image4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,grade ,teacher4 ,vol4 #df ,no4 #i4 ,boston3 ,educational ,publishing ,corp41 ,may #aibi4 p4 #gde ,doing ,it ,well4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,child ,welfare ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bj ,no4 #g4 ,philadelphia3 ,the ,child ,welfare ,co41 ,inc41 ,mar #aibf4 p4 #dch4 ,notes3 #a7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers1 #b7 ,e-readers might not correctly present 8saw0 in first verse with small caps1 which is used for emphasis4 ,domsie4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,american ,school ,board ,journal4 ,vol4 #gh ,no4 #b4 ,milwaukee3 ,bruce ,publishing ,co41 ,feb #aibi4 p4 #agd4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,the poem might be referring to a character in ,ian ,maclaren's ,beside the ,bonnie ,brier ,bush 7#ahid74 ,the ,dream4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,bloomington1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #he ,no4 #dd4 ,nashville3 ,lamar ,barton1 ,oct #ca1 #aibd4 p4 #achh4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,earth's ,plaint4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,excavating ,engineer4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #f4 ,milwaukee3 ,the ,excavating ,engineer ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #aibh4 p4 #bab4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,an ,easter ,vision4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sedalia ,democrat4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #ih4 ,sedalia1 ,,mo3 ,sedalia ,democrat ,co41 ,apr #bc1 #aibd4 p4 #b4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed1 #b7 ,two-space indentation of second stanza's first verse was deleted4 ,electricity4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #e4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,may #aibc4 p4 #ajg ,an ,electric ,personality4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #g4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,jul #aibc4 p4 #adh ,the ,electric ,spark4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,beacon4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #bc4 ,boston3 ,the ,beacon ,press1 ,inc41 ,mar #i1 #aibd4 p4 #ii4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,end of the ,trail4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,liahona3 ,the ,elders' ,journal4 ,vol4 #ba ,no4 #c4 ,independence1 ,,mo3 ,zion's ,printing and ,publishing ,co41 ,jul #ca1 #aibc4 p4 #di4 ,published earlier in ,oakland ,tribune 7,may #ca1 #aibc7 but without a title and partly illegible4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,engineer4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines ,magazine4 ,vol4 #c ,no4 #i4 ,new ,york3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines ,co41 ,dec #aibb4 p4 #ee4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,enslaved ,lightning4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #g4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,jul #aibf4 p4 #afg ,evolution4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,motorcyclist and ,bicyclist4 ,vol4 #bd ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york ,city3 ,the ,cycling ,press ,inc41 ,nov #aibh4 p4 #bg4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,fabulous ,city4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,commercial ,law ,league ,journal4 ,vol4 #cj ,no4 #a4 ,chicago3 ,commercial ,law ,league of ,america1 ,jan #aibe4 p4 #bi4 ,notes3 #a7 ,editor prefaces the poem under the section title1 8,,fortunes ,,made ,,in ,,oil03 8,the arrest1 trial1 conviction and commitment to the penitentiary of the super oil swindler1 ,leo ,koretz1 calls to our mind the following poem301 #b7 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,fade-,outs4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bf ,no4 #f4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,jan #aibd4 p4 #hd4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,faith v#aibh4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #aac ,no4 #e4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,feb #b1 #aibh4 p4 #adb ,film ,judgment4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bg ,no4 #e4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,jun #aibd4 p4 #aji4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,finding ,god4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,freeman's ,journal4 ,vol4 #gd4 ,sydney1 ,australia3 ,herbert ,daniel ,polin1 ,oct #b1 #aibd4 p4 #c4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,firefly4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,boys' ,world4 ,vol4 #bc ,no4 #bc4 ,elgin1 ,,il3 ,david ,c4 ,cook ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #g1 #aibd4 p4 #h4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,flag at ,sea4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,our ,navy4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #ac4 ,washington ,d4 ,c43 ,men o' ,warsmen ,inc41 ,oct #ad1 #aibb4 p4 #b4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,flowers ,are ,thoughts of ,god4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,progressive ,farmer4 ,raleigh1 ,,nc3 ,the ,progressive ,farmer ,co41 ,jul #c1 #aibf4 p4 #gcc4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,freedom v#aibh4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #aj4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,oct #aibh4 p4 #bcj ,the ,future4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,kindergarten-,primary ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #c4 ,manistee1 ,,mi3 ,j4 ,h4 ,shults ,co41 ,jan-,feb #aibg4 p4 #fi4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,gateway of the ,kingdom4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,times4 ,vol4 #eg ,no4 #bi4 ,philadelphia3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,times ,co41 ,jul #ag1 #aiae4 p4 #a4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,gift of the ,farm4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,farm ,life4 ,vol4 #da ,no4 #e4 ,spencer1 ,,in3 ,farm ,life ,publishing ,co41 ,may #aibb4 p4 #be ,the ,gifts of the ,church4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,india4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #ajg ,no4 #di4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,dec #g1 #aibb4 p4 #gcf4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,the ,god of the ,beginning4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,church ,school4 ,vol4 #e ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,church ,school ,press1 ,aug #aibd4 p4 #dia4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second1 #c7 ,dropped initial in first verse of both stanzas normalized for e-readers4 ,god of ,to-,day4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ed ,no4 #aa4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,nov #aibb4 p4 #fef4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,god's ,garden4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #eb ,no4 #g4 ,cincinnati3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,jul #aibj4 p4 #djg ,god's ,manners4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,baptist ,record4 ,vol4 #di 7old series7 #bi 7new series7 ,no4 #i4 ,jackson1 ,,ms3 ,mississippi ,baptist ,convention ,board1 ,mar #c1 #aibg4 p4 #aa4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,a ,grace for ,meals4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,girls' ,companion4 ,vol4 #be ,no4 #bh4 ,elgin1 ,,il3 ,david ,c4 ,cook ,publishing ,co41 ,jul #aj1 #aibf4 p4 #g4 ,note3 ,title's period removed4 ,the ,great ,adventure4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,uplift4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #d4 ,concord1 ,,nc3 ,stonewall ,jackson ,manual ,training and ,industrial ,school1 ,jan #h1 #aibg4 p4 #ag4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,the ,grey ,host4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #aaa ,no4 #dd4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,nov #d1 #aibf4 p4 #ehi ,hagar's ,song4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,flynn4 ,bloomfield1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,western ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #gb ,no4 #aa4 ,cincinnati3 ,western ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,mar #ad1 #aijf4 p4 #ac4 ,note3 ,for context see ,genesis #af1 #ba3a-bj4 ,the ,happy ,ending4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,youth4 ,vol4 #c ,no4 #h4 ,kansas ,city1 ,,mo3 ,unity ,school of ,christianity1 ,aug #aibi4 pp4 #ad-ae4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,harness4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #bj ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,nov #aibh4 p4 #bfj ,have ,you ,tried8 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ai ,no4 #aa4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,nov #aibi4 p4 #bea ,heart ,gates4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,herald of ,gospel ,liberty4 ,vol4 #aah ,no4 #dc4 ,dayton1 ,,oh3 ,the ,christian ,publishing ,association1 ,oct #bh1 #aibf4 p4 #ajah4 ,note3 ,for context of first stanza consider ,revelation #ba3i-bg4 ,the ,heart of a ,child4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,kindergarten-,primary ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #c4 ,manistee1 ,,mi3 ,j4 ,h4 ,shults ,co41 ,jan-,feb #aibg4 p4 #gb4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,heart of a ,child ,is a ,scroll4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ed ,no4 #h4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,aug #aibb4 p4 #dgc4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,high ,tension ,line4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #d4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,apr #aibf4 p4 #ib4 ,note3 ,for examples of context of last stanza consider ,mark #af3ad-ah and ,acts #c3a-aj4 ,his ,epitaph4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,our ,dumb ,animals4 ,vol4 #ee ,no4 #c4 ,norwood1 ,,ma3 ,massachusetts ,society for the ,prevention of ,cruelty to ,animals1 ,aug #aibb4 p4 #de4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,his ,great ,hour4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,oral ,hygiene4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #aa4 ,pittsburgh3 ,nov #aibh4 p4 #babb ,home v#aiba4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #gi ,no4 #i4 ,new ,york3 ,american ,tract ,society1 ,oct #aiba4 p4 #agb ,home v#aibe4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,south ,florida ,developer4 ,vol4 #e ,no4 #cc4 ,stuart1 ,,fl3 ,south ,florida ,developer1 ,inc41 ,may #ab1 #aibe4 p4 #f4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,hope4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn4 ,greencastle1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #hd ,no4 #dc4 ,new ,york3 ,eaton ,mains1 ,oct #bh1 #aiji4 p4 #agjf ,how ,it ,started4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #ab4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,dec #aibg4 p4 #bgg4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 8,i am not eloquent04 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,expositor4 ,vol4 #bh ,no4 #c4 ,cleveland3 ,f4 ,m4 ,barton ,co41 ,dec #aibf4 p4 #cfj4 ,note3 ,for context see ,moses in ,exodus #d3aj4 ,if ,christ ,is ,not ,divine4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,america4 ,vol4 #bi ,no4 #ac4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,america ,press1 ,jul #ad1 #aibc4 p4 #cjf4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,for context see #a ,corinthians #ae3ab-ai4 8,i held a sea shell to my ears04 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,north ,carolina ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #gc ,no4 #cf4 ,greensboro1 ,,nc3 ,sep #f1 #aibh4 p4 #bj4 ,imminence4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,new ,orleans ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #ge ,no4 #dj4 ,new ,orleans3 ,publishing ,committee for the ,louisiana1 ,mississippi1 and ,north ,mississippi ,conferences1 ,methodist ,episcopal ,church1 ,south4 ,oct #d1 #aibh4 p4 #aa4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,in ,conference4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #i4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,sep #aibg4 p4#bad4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,inventive ,genius4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,feb #aibg4 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,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #f4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,jun #aibd4 p4 #abi ,the ,king4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,de ,pauw1 '#aj4 ,source3 ,the ,phi ,gamma ,delta4 ,vol4 #ca ,no4 #d4 ,indianapolis3 ,phi ,gamma ,delta ,fraternity1 ,feb #aiji4 p4 #cfb4 ,notes3 #a7 ,he ended up graduating from ,de,pauw in #aiaa1 #b7 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,knocking4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #g4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jul #aibf4 p4 #dcf4 ,note3 ,illustrated dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,land of ,heart's ,desire4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,santa ,ana ,register4 ,vol4 #ai ,no4 #aec4 ,santa ,ana1 ,,ca3 ,register ,publishing ,co41 ,may #bf1 #aibd4 p4 #ah4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,lens4 ,byline3 ,c4 ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,photoplay ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #d4 ,chicago3 ,photoplay ,publishing ,co41 ,sep #aibb4 p4 #aji ,let ,us ,be ,right4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,sun4 ,vol4 #ga ,no4 #ch4 ,burlington1 ,,nc3 ,sep #ag1 #aiai4 ,cover page4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,life4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #aaa ,no4 #da4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,oct #ad1 #aibf4 p4 #ejd4 ,notes3 #a7 ,removed comma at end of third verse1 #b7 ,replaced comma with period at end of fourth verse4 ,light and ,shadow4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,photoplay ,magazine4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,photoplay ,publishing ,co41 ,jul #aiai4 p4 #ajd4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,lucky ,man4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #aa4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,nov #aibh4 p4 #bdh ,magi and ,shepherd4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,indianapolis1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #ij ,no4 #ea4 ,new ,york3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,dec #bc1 #aiae4 p4 #agcd ,the ,magic ,gateway4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #if ,no4 #dh4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,dec #a1 #aiba4 p4 #aejf ,the ,magic of the ,screen4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,photoplay ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ba ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,photoplay ,publishing ,co41 ,jan #aibb4 p4 #fb4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps ,,magic and ,,screen1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse of both stanzas normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,making of ,heaven4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,century4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #bd4 ,chicago3 ,disciples ,publication ,society1 ,jun #ae1 #aibb4 p4 #gde ,the ,making of ,home4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,box #ig1 ,bloomington1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,railway ,maintenance of ,way ,employes ,journal4 ,vol4 #cb ,no4 #aj4 ,detroit3 ,oct #aibc4 p4 #aa4 ,note3 8,employes0 in publication title is as printed4 ,the ,man ,who ,knows4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #ig ,no4 #cf4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,sep #g1 #aibb4 p4 #aaaj ,the ,marine4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,our ,navy4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #ag4 ,washington ,d4 ,c43 ,men o' ,warsmen ,inc41 ,dec #ae1 #aibb4 p4 #b4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,measure of ,life4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,indiana ,farmer's ,guide4 ,vol4 #cd ,no4 #be4 ,huntington1 ,,in3 ,the ,guide ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #bd1 #aibb4 p4 #feh4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed1 #b7 ,liberty was taken with several end-of-line punctuation marks due to source's poor legibility4 ,memorial ,day v#aibi4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,expositor4 ,cleveland3 ,f4 ,m4 ,barton ,co4 ,inc41 ,may #aibi4 p4 #ibd4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,minds4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,feb #aibd4 p4 #gc4 ,note3 ,illustrated dropped initial in each stanza's first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,miracle4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,los ,angeles ,times4 ,vol4 #dc4 ,los ,angeles3 ,the ,times-,mirror ,co41 ,jul #ac1 #aibd4 p4 #cg4 ,note3 ,changes made to punctuation in second stanza for consistency with first stanza3 comma added to end of first verse1 and period changed to comma at end of sixth verse4 ,the ,modern ,pupil4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,american ,school ,board ,journal4 ,vol4 #gh ,no4 #a4 ,milwaukee3 ,bruce ,publishing ,co41 ,jan #aibi4 p4 #aih4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,monuments4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,textile ,worker4 ,vol4 #aj ,no4 #i4 ,new ,york3 ,united ,textile ,workers of ,america1 ,dec #aibb4 p4 #eei4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,morning ,prayer4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,kindergarten-,primary ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #c4 ,manistee1 ,,mi3 ,j4 ,h4 ,shults ,co41 ,jan-,feb #aibg4 p4 #hj4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,my ,father's ,house4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn4 ,source3 ,western ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #gd ,no4 #ag4 ,cincinnati3 ,western ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,apr #bb1 #aijh4 p4 #ab ,my ,little ,fire4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,mutual ,magazine4 ,vol4 #i ,no4 #d4 ,boston3 ,american ,mutual ,liability ,insurance ,co41 ,dec #aibi4 ,back cover4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,my ,riches4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,our ,navy4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #ah4 ,washington ,d4 ,c43 ,men o' ,warsmen ,inc41 ,dec #cj1 #aibb4 p4 #b4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,new ,day4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ea ,no4 #c4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,mar #bc1 #aiai4 ,cover page4 ,notes3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,new ,year4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #gg ,no4 #a4 ,new ,york3 ,american ,tract ,society1 ,jan #aiai4 p4 #f ,no ,room in the ,inn4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,beacon4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #ab4 ,boston3 ,the ,beacon ,press1 ,inc41 ,dec #bc1 #aibc4 p4 #ef4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,old-,fashioned ,pictures4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,farm ,life4 ,vol4 #df ,no4 #c4 ,spencer1 ,,in3 ,farm ,life ,publishing ,co41 ,mar #aibg4 p4 #fb ,the ,open ,soul4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #gh ,no4 #f4 ,new ,york3 ,american ,tract ,society1 ,jun #aibj4 p4 #hf4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,open ,tomb4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #dg ,no4 #d4 ,cincinnati3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,apr #aiae4 title page4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of #b-over-#a is presented in this compilation as follows3 top-left stanza as first stanza1 top-right as second and bottom as third4 ,our ,hearts ,forget4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #ha ,no4 #c4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,american ,tract ,society1 ,mar #aibc4 p4 #dj ,the ,outcome4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,classic4 ,vol4 #i ,no4 #e4 ,bayshore1 ,,ny3 ,m4 ,p4 ,publishing ,co41 ,jan #aibj4 p4 #ij4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,palm ,sunday v#aibe4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #aaj ,no4 #ac4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,mar #bf1 #aibe4 p4 #cih4 ,notes3 #a7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second1 #b7 ,jesus healed ,bartimaeus of blindness 7,mark #aj3df-eb74 ,a ,parents' ,prayer v#aibb4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,herald of ,gospel ,liberty4 ,vol4 #aad ,no4 #af4 ,dayton1 ,,oh3 ,the ,christian ,publishing ,association1 ,apr #bj1 #aibb4 p4 #cgb4 ,note3 ,the sixth verse's lack of indentation 7half a space7 was not replicated4 ,patchwork4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bd ,no4 #g4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,aug #aibb4 p4 #aba4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,a ,perfect ,day4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,epworth ,era4 ,vol4 #bi ,no4 #b4 ,nashville3 ,lamar ,barton1 ,oct #aibb4 p4 #fc4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's period removed1 #b7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second1 #c7 ,e-readers might not correctly present 8perfect0 in first verse with small caps1 which is used for emphasis4 ,picture ,books4 ,byline3 ,c4 ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,photoplay ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,photoplay ,publishing ,co41 ,jul #aibb4 p4 #aja4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers1 #c7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,pictures4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,photoplay ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #a4 ,chicago3 ,photoplay ,publishing ,co41 ,dec #aiah4 p4 #dj4 ,notes3 #a7 ,stanzas' original layout of #b-over-#b-over-#a is presented in this compilation as follows3 top-left stanza as first stanza1 middle-left as second1 top-right as third1 middle-right as fourth and bottom as fifth1 #b7 ,the fourth stanza's second verse's indentation by one space was deleted4 ,the ,picture's ,lament4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bg ,no4 #c4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,apr #aibd4 p4 #ajb4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,picture ,writing4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bd ,no4 #h4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,sep #aibb4 p4 #aji4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,a ,prayer4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,warsaw ,daily ,times4 ,warsaw1 ,,in3 ,reub4 ,williams ,sons1 ,nov #bi1 #aibc4 p4 #f4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,prayer for ,normal ,men4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #aji ,no4 #d4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,jan #bd1 #aibd4 p4 #aah ,a ,prayer for ,thanksgiving4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #hj ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,american ,tract ,society1 ,nov #aibb4 p4 #agi ,a ,price ,unpaid4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,northwestern ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #fc ,no4 #da4 ,chicago3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,oct #f1 #aiae4 p4 #ifi ,the ,problem4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,american ,tyler-,keystone4 ,vol4 #da ,no4 #i4 ,mount ,morris1 ,,il3 ,tyler ,publishing ,co41 ,sep #aibg4 p4 #aid4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,a ,psalm of the ,movies4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bc ,no4 #e4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,jun #aibb4 p4 #aje4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,pupil4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,kindergarten-,primary ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ci ,no4 #c4 ,manistee1 ,,mi3 ,j4 ,h4 ,shults ,co41 ,jan-,feb #aibg4 p4 #hg4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,question4 v#aibf ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #ab4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,dec #aibf4 p4 #gae4 ,notes3 #a7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,radio ,neighborhood4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,wireless ,age4 ,vol4 #i ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,wireless ,press ,inc41 ,aug #aibb4 p4 #ij ,the ,railroad4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines ,magazine4 ,vol4 #d ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines1 ,feb #aibd4 p4 #be4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,requisition4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,f4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,summary4 ,vol4 #de ,no4 #df4 ,elmira1 ,,ny3 ,new ,york ,state ,reformatory1 ,nov #ab1 #aibg4 p4 #c4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,byline's middle initial is as printed4 ,roads v#aibe4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,presbyterian ,standard4 ,vol4 #ff ,no4 #i4 ,charlotte3 ,presbyterian ,standard ,publishing ,co41 ,mar #d1 #aibe4 p4 #i4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,indentation given to sixth verse of second stanza4 ,the ,rooster4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #g4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jul #aibf4 p4 #dcf4 ,note3 ,illustrated dropped initial in each stanza's first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,rulers of the ,earth4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,pacific ,rural ,press4 ,vol4 #aaa ,no4 #i4 ,san ,francisco3 ,pacific ,rural ,press ,co41 ,feb #bg1 #aibf4 p4 #bhi4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed4 ,sanctuary4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,ave ,maria4 ,vol4 #bf ,no4 #ba4 ,notre ,dame1 ,,in3 ,nov #ai1 #aibg4 p4 #fdh4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's period removed1 #b7 ,illustrated dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,second ,wind4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,railway ,maintenance of ,way ,employes ,journal4 ,vol4 #cb ,no4 #g4 ,detroit3 ,jul #aibc4 p4 #ci4 ,notes3 #a7 ,for context of first stanza consider ,jennifer ,rosenberg's article1 8,why the ,model ,t ,is ,called the ,tin ,lizzie40 _/_/www4thoughtco4com_/nickname-tin-lizz ie-#cigfaba 7accessed ,may #be1 #bjbe71 #b7 8,employes0 in publication title is as printed4 ,the ,secret4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #a4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jan #aibg4 p4#ba4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,section ,foreman4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,new ,york ,central ,lines ,magazine4 ,vol4 #b ,no4 #ab4 ,new ,york3 ,new ,york ,central ,railroad ,co41 ,mar #aibb4 p4 #dd4 ,notes3 #a7 ,first stanza's opening quotation mark was corrected from being upside down1 #b7 ,closing quotation mark added to end of first stanza for consistency with second stanza1 #c7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,serving ,giant4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,edison ,monthly4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #b4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,new ,york ,edison ,co41 ,feb #aibc4 p4 #cd ,shadows v#aiba4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #aa4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,dec #aiba4 p4 #aad4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,shadows on the ,wall4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bg ,no4 #b4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,mar #aibd4 p4 #ih4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,shadow ,world4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #ab4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,jan #aibb4 p4 #ajh4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,sight and ,faith4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,catholic ,world4 ,vol4 #abf ,no4 #gea4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,paulist ,fathers1 ,oct #aibg4 p4 #hd4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed1 #b7 ,e-readers might not correctly present 8walked0 in first verse with small caps1 which is used for emphasis4 ,si ,gidders4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,flynn4 ,bloomfield1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,indianapolis ,journal3 ,the ,sunday ,journal1 morning ed4 ,vol4 #eb ,no4 #cjf4 ,indianapolis3 ,journal ,newspaper ,co41 ,nov #b1 #aijb4 p4 #aj of ,part #b4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's period removed1 #b7 ,in response to an editor's request for biographical information1 ,mr4 ,flynn responded1 8,my first work was published in a little farm paper in #aija4 ,by #aijb ,i got into the old ,indianapolis ,journal44440 7,american ,astrology ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ac ,no4 #f4 ,new ,york3 ,clancy ,publications1 ,inc41 ,aug #aide4 p4 #af74 ,the ,silent ,drama4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,classic4 ,vol4 #i ,no4 #e4 ,bayshore1 ,,ny3 ,m4 ,p4 ,publishing ,co41 ,jan #aibj4 p4 #gi4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,sing a ,little ,song4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,stepping ,stones4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #c4 ,independence1 ,,mo3 ,herald ,publishing ,house1 ,jan #ag1 #aibf4 p4 #bj ,song of the ,dove4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,edwin ,flynn1 '#ji4 ,source3 ,earlham ,verse4 ,richmond1 ,,in3 ,john 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,new ,york ,central ,lines ,magazine4 ,vol4 #b ,no4 #ab4 ,new ,york3 ,new ,york ,central ,railroad ,co41 ,mar #aibb4 p4 #df4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,success4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ag ,no4 #b4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,feb #aibg4 p4 #dg4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,success and ,failure4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ah ,no4 #h4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,aug #aibh4 p4 #agf ,the ,sunbeam and the ,shadow4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bb ,no4 #i4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,oct #aiba4 p4 #ajg4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,teacher v#aiba4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ec ,no4 #aa4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,nov #aiba4 p4 #fea4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,teacher v#aibb4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ed ,no4 #h4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,aug #aibb4 ,cover page ,the ,teacher v#aibc4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #ee ,no4 #i4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,sep #aibc4 ,cover page4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,the ,teacher's ,reward4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,juvenile ,instructor4 ,vol4 #fj ,no4 #d4 ,salt ,lake ,city3 ,deseret ,sunday ,school ,union1 ,apr #aibe4 p4 #ahh ,team-work4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #i4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,sep #aibf4 p4 #efg4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,art piece signature of 8,mc,v0 stands for ,g4 ,r4 ,mc,vicker4 ,the ,temple4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,congregationalist4 ,vol4 #ajg ,no4 #ce4 ,boston3 ,congregational ,publishing ,society1 ,aug #ca1 #aibb4 p4 #bfi ,thankfulness4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,ave ,maria4 ,vol4 #bi ,no4 #be4 ,notre ,dame1 ,,in3 ,jun #bb1 #aibi4 p4 #ggi4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's period removed1 #b7 ,illustrated dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,their ,first ,meal4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,own ,your ,own ,home4 ,vol4 #b ,no4 #d4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,the ,constructive ,publishing ,corp41 ,aug #aibf4 p4 #g ,the ,things ,that ,i ,believe4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,america4 ,vol4 #cb ,no4 #aa4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,america ,press1 ,dec #bg1 #aibd4 p4 #beh4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,today and ,tomorrow4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,cookery4 ,vol4 #bi ,no4 #a4 ,boston3 ,the ,boston ,cooking ,school ,magazine ,co41 ,jun-,jul #aibd4 p4 #ba4 ,note3 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,transforming ,love4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,messenger4 ,vol4 #ha ,no4 #b4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,american ,tract ,society1 ,feb #aibc4 p4 #bc ,the ,tree4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,personal ,efficiency4 ,vol4 #ad ,no4 #f4 ,chicago3 ,la,salle ,extension ,university1 ,jun #aibd4 p4 #dbd ,a ,trouble ,making ,world4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,american ,friend4 ,vol4 #bg 7old series71 ,vol4 #h 7new series7 ,no4 #ag4 ,richmond1 ,,in3 ,the ,friends ,publication ,board1 ,fourth ,month 7,apr7 #bb1 #aibj4 p4 #che4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,trouble with the ,movies4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,amateur ,movie ,makers4 ,vol4 #c ,no4 #e4 ,new ,york3 ,amateur ,cinema ,league1 ,inc41 ,may #aibh4 p4 #cee4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps and its period removed1 #b7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second4 ,true ,values4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #dh ,no4 #e4 ,cincinnati3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,may #aiaf4 p4 #ccg4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,two ,princes4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,northwestern ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #fc ,no4 #cd4 ,chicago3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,aug #ah1 #aiae4 p4 #hjj4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,umbrella ,mender4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,christian ,register4 ,vol4 #aje ,no4 #eb4 ,boston3 ,the ,christian ,register ,inc41 ,dec #cj1 #aibf4 p4 #aahf ,the ,unknown ,soldier4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,daughters of the ,american ,revolution ,magazine4 ,vol4 #eh ,no4 #c4 ,albany1 ,,ny3 ,the ,national ,society of the ,daughters of the ,american ,revolution1 ,mar #aibd4 p4 #adh4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,via ,dolorosa4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,america4 ,vol4 #cb ,no4 #bd4 ,new ,york3 ,the ,america ,press1 ,mar #bh1 #aibe4 p4 #egj4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,voices of ,god4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,sunday ,school ,journal4 ,vol4 #dg ,no4 #f4 ,cincinnati3 ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,jun #aiae4 p4 #dbj4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,e-readers might not correctly present 8thousand0 in first verse with small caps1 which is used for emphasis4 ,voices of the ,dawn4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,american ,cookery4 ,vol4 #bg ,no4 #b4 ,boston3 ,the ,boston ,cooking ,school ,magazine ,co41 ,aug-,sep #aibb4 ,no page number ,the ,watchdog of the ,sea4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,our ,navy4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #ag4 ,washington ,d4 ,c43 ,men o' ,warsmen ,inc41 ,dec #ae1 #aibb4 p4 #b4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,walking with ,god4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,herald of ,gospel ,liberty4 ,vol4 #abj ,no4 #ce4 ,dayton1 ,,oh3 ,the ,christian ,publishing ,association1 ,aug #cj1 #aibh4 p4 #hjg4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's case changed from all caps1 #b7 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,wander ,lust4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,farm ,life4 ,vol4 #dg ,no4 #e4 ,spencer1 ,,in3 ,farm ,life ,publishing ,co41 ,may #aibh4 p4 #cd ,the ,wealth of ,cheer4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,indianapolis1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,southwestern ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #dd ,no4 #bg4 ,new ,orleans3 ,the ,methodist ,book ,concern1 ,jul #h1 #aiae4 p4 #e4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,what ,does ,it ,matter8 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,bloomington1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,christian ,advocate4 ,vol4 #he ,no4 #dd4 ,nashville3 ,lamar ,barton1 ,oct #ca1 #aibd4 p4 #achg4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 8,whatever he may wish or plan04 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,progressive ,farmer4 ,vol4 #dd ,no4 #h4 ,birmingham3 ,the ,progressive ,farmer ,co41 ,feb #bc1 #aibi4 p4 #ai4 ,note3 ,the poem appears in four parts interspersed in a third-party sermon4 ,transcriber is uncertain if they constitute the entire poem4 ,when the ,curtain ,falls4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #af ,no4 #i4 ,bayshore1 ,,ny3 ,the ,m4,p4 ,publishing ,co41 ,oct #aiah4 p4 #abc4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,where ,is ,heaven8 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,the ,beacon4 ,vol4 #ac ,no4 #g4 ,boston3 ,the ,beacon ,press1 ,inc41 ,nov #ab1 #aibb4 p4 #bf4 ,note3 ,dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,why ,we ,are ,here4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,princeton1 ,ind4 ,source3 ,the ,epworth ,era4 ,vol4 #ca ,no4 #c4 ,nashville3 ,lamar ,barton1 ,nov #aibd4 p4 #aah4 ,notes3 #a7 ,title's period removed1 #b7 ,stanzas' original layout of side-by-side is presented in this compilation as follows3 left stanza as first stanza1 right as second1 #c7 ,e-readers might not correctly present the 8ur0 of 8,our0 in first verse with small caps1 which is used for emphasis4 ,the ,window of ,dreams4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #bf ,no4 #e4 ,jamaica1 ,,ny3 ,brewster ,publications1 ,inc41 ,dec #aibc4 p4 #abf4 ,note3 ,title's case changed from all caps4 ,the ,world's ,drama4 ,byline3 ,clarence ,e4 ,flynn4 ,source3 ,motion ,picture ,magazine4 ,vol4 #ae ,no4 #e4 ,bayshore1 ,,ny3 ,the ,m4,p4 ,publishing ,co41 ,jun #aiah4 p4 #ii4 ,notes3 #a7 ,stanzas' original layout of #a-over-#b-over-#b is presented in this compilation as follows3 top stanza as first stanza1 middle-left as second1 bottom-left as third1 middle-right as fourth and bottom-right as fifth1 #b7 ,illustrated dropped initial in first verse normalized for e-readers4 ,,appendix #b3 ,,index ,categories are not mutually exclusive4 ,also1 bracketed text indicates a humorous 7,h7 poem and_/or offers additional information to facilitate searches for a particular poem4 accountability ,charge ,account ,the ,section ,foreman train ancestors ,old-,fashioned ,pictures attitude ,a ,perfect ,day ,sing a ,little ,song ,the ,wealth of ,cheer behavior ,the ,fabulous ,city speculation ,film ,judgment ,h2 theater ,knocking ,h2 car ,the ,modern ,pupil ,h2 insubordination ,a ,psalm of the ,movies ,h2 theater ,the ,umbrella ,mender procrastination character ,almost ,the ,bantams ,h2 animal ,the ,chameleon animal ,the ,close-,up ,domsie ,the ,end of the ,trail ,freedom v#aibh ,his ,epitaph compassion ,in ,conference ,h2 haughtiness ,iron potential ,i ,want greed ,jim ,prayer for ,normal ,men ,the ,tree corruption1 plant ,a ,trouble ,making ,world self ,two ,princes community ,along the ,road service ,the ,gifts of the ,church ,magi and ,shepherd equality ,the ,radio ,neighborhood connection ,team-work farm1 teamwork consolation ,my ,little ,fire duty ,doing ,it ,well ,the ,engineer train ,the ,lucky ,man electricity ,the ,city's ,nerves ,cupid's ,lament ,h ,electricity ,an ,electric ,personality ,h2 pun ,enslaved ,lightning ,h ,the ,harness ,h ,the ,high ,tension ,line miracle ,jove's ,plaint ,h ,the ,serving ,giant service entertainment ,after-,images theater ,the ,magic of the ,screen theater ,picture ,books theater ,the ,picture's ,lament ,h2 theater ,the ,shadow ,world theater ,the ,trouble with the ,movies ,h2 theater ,the ,window of ,dreams theater evolution ,the ,electric ,spark creation ,evolution ,h2 technology ,the ,firefly animal ,picture ,writing theater faith ,credo ,faith v#aibh ,the ,gateway of the ,kingdom ,the ,happy ,ending ,the ,man ,who ,knows ,sight and ,faith ,the ,things ,that ,i ,believe fashion ,the ,question v#aibf ,h fellowship ,brotherhood ,fade-,outs ,heart ,gates fortitude ,climaxes v#aibc ,the ,cross v#aibg ,have ,you ,tried8 ,the ,rooster ,h2 animal ,the ,second ,wind car ,walking with ,god ,god ,the ,creator omnipresence ,flowers ,are ,thoughts of ,god plant ,the ,god of the ,beginning ,providence ,god's ,garden ,god's ,manners nature ,imminence nature ,the ,voices of ,god nature ,what ,does ,it ,matter8 ,providence grace ,the ,divine ,image ,the ,open ,soul gratitude ,childhood on the ,farm ,compensation ,the ,cry of a ,human ,the ,gift of the ,farm ,god of ,to-,day ,a ,grace for ,meals ,a ,prayer ,thankfulness plant heart ,the ,age of a ,heart ,finding ,god nature ,the ,king ,no ,room in the ,inn ,our ,hearts ,forget heaven ,the ,land of ,heart's ,desire ,the ,making of ,heaven ,my ,father's ,house ,where ,is ,heaven8 home ,coming and ,going train ,home v#aiba ,home v#aibe ,the ,making of ,home ,the ,temple reverence ,their ,first ,meal ,wander ,lust hope ,climaxes v#aiba theater ,an ,easter ,vision ,hope ,the ,new ,year ,the ,open ,tomb ,the ,outcome theater ,roads v#aibe ,the ,unknown ,soldier war ,via ,dolorosa legacy ,life ,monuments angel life ,the ,great ,adventure ,the ,lens theater ,light and ,shadow theater ,patchwork ,pictures ,the ,railroad train ,shadows v#aiba theater ,shadows on the ,wall theater ,the ,station train ,the ,sunbeam and the ,shadow theater ,today and ,tomorrow ,why ,we ,are ,here purpose love ,palm ,sunday v#aibe ,transforming ,love military ,the ,marine ,the ,watchdog of the ,sea navy mortality ,when the ,curtain ,falls theater ,the ,world's ,drama theater nature ,the ,earth's ,plaint technology ,miracle ,song of the ,dove animal ,voices of the ,dawn parenting ,the ,children v#aiba ,the ,children v#aibe ,the ,heart of a ,child ,the ,heart of a ,child ,is a ,scroll ,his ,great ,hour ,a ,parents' ,prayer v#aibb ,the ,problem patriotism ,the ,flag at ,sea ,my ,riches ,the ,stars and ,stripes for ,me people ,gutenberg1 ,johannes ,starting ,things ,h ,jesus ,christ ,an ,easter ,vision ,if ,christ ,is ,not ,divine ,the ,king ,magi and ,shepherd ,no ,room in the ,inn ,the ,open ,tomb ,the ,outcome ,palm ,sunday v#aibe ,two ,princes ,via ,dolorosa ,moses 8,i am not eloquent0 ,thales of ,miletus ,how ,it ,started prayer ,child's ,prayer nighttime ,credo ,god of ,to-,day gratitude ,a ,grace for ,meals ,hagar's ,song trust ,morning ,prayer petition ,a ,parents' ,prayer v#aibb nighttime ,a ,prayer gratitude ,prayer for ,normal ,men ,a ,prayer for ,thanksgiving mercy ,the ,problem ,sanctuary sorrow ,the ,dream 8,i held a sea shell to my ears0 sea ,sorrow special occasions birth of a child ,the ,children v#aibe parenting ,the ,future time ,the ,heart of a ,child parenting ,the ,heart of a ,child ,is a ,scroll parenting ,earth ,day ,the ,earth's ,plaint nature ,the ,firefly evolution ,god's ,manners ,god ,miracle nature ,song of the ,dove nature ,voices of the ,dawn nature ,flag ,day 7see ,patriotism7 funeral ,the ,making of ,heaven heaven ,monuments legacy ,roads v#aibe hope ,sorrow ,when the ,curtain ,falls mortality ,independence ,day 7see ,patriotism7 ,labor ,day 7see ,duty7 ,martin ,luther ,king ,day ,team-work teamwork ,memorial ,day ,the ,grey ,host war ,memorial ,day v#aibi ,the ,unknown ,soldier hope ,national ,inventors' ,day 7,feb #aa7 ,inventive ,genius ,h2 thought ,starting ,things ,h2 thought ,national ,static ,electricity ,day 7,jan #i7 ,how ,it ,started thought ,new ,year's ,day ,the ,new ,year hope ,thanksgiving 7see ,gratitude7 ,valentine's ,day ,cupid's ,lament ,h2 electricity ,veterans ,day 7see also ,military7 ,jim ,the ,new ,day success ,the ,day's ,success positive impact ,the ,secret initiative and perseverance ,success joy and love ,success and ,failure happiness talent 8,i am not eloquent0 ,the ,rulers of the ,earth farm teaching ,the ,builder v#aibd ,the ,builders ,the ,pupil ,the ,teacher v#aiba ,the ,teacher v#aibb ,the ,teacher v#aibc ,the ,teacher's ,reward thought ,how ,it ,started ,inventive ,genius ,h ,the ,magic ,gateway books ,minds ,si ,gidders ,h ,the ,silent ,drama theater ,starting ,things ,h time ,the ,clock ,h ,a ,day at a ,time hope ,the ,future children values ,a ,creed ,let ,us ,be ,right ,the ,measure of ,life ,requisition ,true ,values 8,whatever he may wish or plan0 war ,battle ,hymn ,the ,grey ,host peace ,the ,new ,day peace ,a ,price ,unpaid ,,appendix #c3 ,,inaccessible ,,poems ,the collection of poetry may be incomplete for a couple of reasons4 ,first1 poems may be unknown to the transcriber4 ,second1 publications for known poems may be inaccessible4 ,poems in the latter category are listed at the following website along with an e-mail address in case you can help3 _/_/cefpoet4w#cspaces4com_/index4html4