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The Tra« yine, Think olt of E^r&ot^ One Dtjitrtedf Th ; GoH<;n Dream, Ea«ter Morcing, Juae, Home Voices, , Selfishness, • . Love's Own, Ingic Side, . . The Mother's Grief, When Evening Bells, Smiles, Tears and Flowera, St M. Church, N. C, Lulu, . As Once in Matin Hoars, Safety, Invalid's Prayer, . . Autumn Flowers, Lady De Lisle, Harp of the Muse, • The Better Country, vJ » • IS H - 1ft IT ' 19 31 22 U 2ft 27 29 SO 32 35 36 38 39 40 42 ^ 45 Jenisttlem, our Rest, JL\V» Well, The Walk to EmmwM, The Woman of 8«mttlii>» The CtoUj • • ' Silver and Gold, • Charity, Evening Shadows, On Receiving a Boquet, Parting With a Childj Greenwood, • • College Meditation, • • The Sunny Side, . ' Lent, The Wren, Jamie, One of a Thousand, Cheerfulness, • • Thy Will be Done, In Coelo Quies, Absence, Oar Example, - • What is Our Vow i » I'hc Promise, • • When the Shadows of Night, I love to Look Homeward, Never Alone, • • Home Gladness, My Sisters Grave, - Suburban Home School, • 47 '4» 60 01 64 65 68 61 n n 76 78 81 88 84 8« 88 89 di 9t 94 86 . 98 98 . 99 101 - 103 105 • 107 47 '49 60 61 64 65 68 •1 M 71 n 76 78 81 8S 84 68 88 89 91 n 94 95 . '.»(► OB . 99 101 - 103 105 • 107 BIiS -•..... .,il Tbt Frith of Chlltlhood, . . . . ii« The Ascension, -•••... jik Tht Trial, . . . . . • * . 117 Our PilgriOMge, Uj Wbeo I go to tbtt Land, . . . . -MS The Beautiftil Watcher, • . . • • 196 * Lines to Alicev • . . . . . .188 The Angel Face, jj^ Minnie, • • • . . <«« * • 138 Angel Sonnda on Earth, • . . . • • 184 Be Faithful - . . . , .IS* Time and Friendsliijj, -••... t** I Ask no Mo/e, • • • • , |j.« The Pure in Heart, . . . . . . ,^ Stanzas, . . . . . . .148 TlieGift, . . . . . , . .j^^ The Early Sfourned, • . • • • * . ISl «"»'^' • . . - - . , ' . ,58 To the leader, . . , - . .164 THE TRUE VINE: bmns of lomc uud Sxmm, .* — _. THE TRUE VINE. Why turn we still to Ewhol's vale, Or Sliaron's scented plain ; As if each softly perfumed gale, Awoke some lovo-iorn strain. Can fair similitude reveal The breast where Hope reclines; Or treasured -ords true joy conceal Whan life in lite entwines ? How sweet the lily's gentle grace, With heavenly dew imp.?*., -led ; Revealing in its vernal face, His love who s&ved the world. m Can memory sliglit the iiioensed n.se. Or purple eliistered vine, While still their tender leaves diselose The name of Love divine V l?ut one True Vine from flowerj fields Where dainties have no dearth ; A vine that fruit iniotinalled yields. Still shades the wasted earth. A vine one ^erm immortal holds, Whence two as fair ariso: Three twined in one yon heaven unfold* To faith's enra])tured eyes. One day 1 knelt for food divine, The lirst love could impart ; When lo, a branch of this True Vine Was <|:rowinfr in my heart. And whence is this to me, I thought. This budding vine witliin? Who hath in me this wonder wrought. Conceived and bom iu tim. When iu this vine I saw a sijrht,. Pale arms extended wide ; " A thorn wreatl..:d brow illuui'd with light, A pierced and broken side. n Tlicncu wafer Howed and holj l)Iood, TJje first from sin to free ; TJie next was reason strong and good, For th;h True Vin- 'n me. First grace received, tlien grace renewed. The heart all cleansed from sin ; And next, with precious biood bedewed, This Vine was planted in. And what sjiall sorrow be to me, By earthl)- crosses mine : If still my inward hope J see, And grow in this true Vine. O, saintly sorrow, thy first throne Was in my Lord's dear face; And when to recreation prone, Still there thy foi-m 1 trace. O, verjial Vine of vale serene, O, Eden's matciiless pride ; Svyeet savor on Thine altar seen, The bosom of Thy Jiride. Full often there Thy children me.-t, iij many a ti-ial led ; TJie cup Thy grace supplies is sweet, And sweet the living bread. \ m 'Neath snowy linen, pure and fair, As' saintly souls should be ; First fniits are laid with solemn care, Thy sacred self to me. Pure Faith, with calm, self-searching eye. Kneels v/here redemption flows ; To taste, as these flrst fruits pass by, The gift love's hand bestows. THINK OFT' OF HEAv^EN. Think oft' of Heaven fair and lii^r}, Above life's changeful waj, Here many sombre siiadovvs lead To bright unending day. The sold that faithful to the end, 111 God alone relies, Shall know Him as a eonstant friend When fearful storms arise. Think oft' of Heaven, trusting still Sweet comfort there to take : And when afHk-,ted, walk with Him Who never murmur spake. The sorrows which thy soul o'er shade Shall prove no final loss ; The path the humble christian takes, ].eads to the holy Cross. Think oft' of Heaven, even here, Sweet echoes of its song. From Angel music soft and sweet Night breezes bear along ; There Christ now dwells and those beside Who in hi.' name are blest ; Think often in this mortal life Of Heaven, the pilgrim's rest. • ' i)NE DEPARTED. How calmly before us she slept, The siiiniiier was dad in its bloom ; But we, 'mid its cheerfulness wept, When we laid her to rest in the tomb. And I said I woidd like her depart To the land where love's melodies swell, But a voice nlii8j)ered peace to my heart, Whatever (lod Uoeth is well. Now oft since that time, as I stray, A watcher 'mid shadows of nij^ht, 1 dream she is singing of day, And telling me heaven is bright; That there all the loved and the lost, Redeemed, with the beautiful dwell; And though on life's billows I'm tost, Whatever (lod doeth is well. 1 know she is one of that thronjr Who worship the Lamb that was slain ; And there, when we praise him in song, I pray 1 may meet her again. But ever as fondly of old, Comes a voice of affection to tell. Like an angel's afar from the fold, Whatever (Jod doeth is veil. THE GOLDEN DREAM. A wearj fraiiie and tranquil mind, On life's rough way we seldom find ; But stones will rest a weary head, If angel.s watch abont our bed. On ladders set by hands of love. To join the earth to realms aboie ; By loved ones carried to and fro. Our niissing treasures come and in its nest; The bright bearded grain and the clover, Are lulled b}' her music to rest. I just caught a glimpse of her -hadow, Beneath the green trees by the door ; And soft by the woodland and water, I hear her sweet singing once more. Far o'er the blue hills she is passing, Low one of a now scattered band, Who clasped to her bosom there taded, And went to the beautiful laud. If I could but follow her footstep. But soon she will vanish from siffht. And leave all the flowers a'"ound me Asleep in a swoon of delight. fcin,HHL IHP(lr»¥W).ilLWlf,i 30 IJutdown in my soul is ;i mniinu'r, Where Juno with fair jiarliiiuU is seen ; The Kweet rose of Sharon is hh)0!uingj, The leaf (.f tiie lilly is ^M-een. By a grave witii a cross to renieniher, How joy must lie hurietl and still ; Till culled from its sleep to awaken, A place in love's mansion to till. HOME VOICES. Often wlii'ii rwili^Hif sic.ddws romul is fall Low vtiiccs tVom our liearts uii'uMdt'u corno, And o'er tlic cur in u-liis|)('i's su'Wit tliev vnU, The ol(i fiiniiliar names of home, dear home Sofr echoes (»f the strains of vanishiul vears, Which haunt us still and fill our eves with tearB. When all are ijone, and fares ->nce so dear Lie close Ik iieath their ^n-een »nd fra^'rant mounds, Oil ! who would lonir to lino-er sadly here, 'Mid echoes <»f those well-r membered s(Minds ? Thoui-h ill life's fairest scenes we daily r..am, The heart still breathes i:s melodies of home. But off those unforo-otten sounds, e'en here, May in onr saddest hours be low and sweet. When in the halls where memory's fori*' • aj^pear. Loved faces and loved eyes we fondly meet. They bid ns !io])e for brighter days to come, When wc shal! meet with friends, dear friends, at houw. SKLirSHNESa That in unselfiHli love and true— Tlie mother'H lK'ndin<; eye BeatnR on the ermUe whero in sleep Her heart'B dear hope doth lie. If undeserved ^reat pain they hear Who live from «eit apart, What sharper rtutferini^ we should know Who feed a solMsh heart. Gold hoarded is the nnser% God, 'Tis just his ways to blame, lint when the Christian walks therein We <-ry a double shame. We eannot serve both God and wealth. For when we kneel to drtss, liow can we bear to turn our eyes To Christ's unseltish cross. Lord, not my will but thine be done, His lips !;till seem to speak. While cruel nails in rest npliolu The frame so worn and weak. liut selMvh minds as gain , increase, Will J till niore ^iulrish ^n-ow : Aid e'en deny tin. willing mite, V> hich love did once bestow. N - , 2a If ull lor self wc Ktrivc to live, To self we im.y l»o Icttj While humbler hearts iimv hold tucgraco Ot* which we are bereft. In every hiiiiuui fuee w" meet, How sweet thron^Hi Christ to see ; A teiir dried oti the least of thesie, Will win a Kiiiile from uie. \ , • LOVE'S OWN. Lovo liiitlicix'tli till' tender Ijuiiihs, And when wo liear His (;all, It is not stranujo it' love should pray. Not all from us, nor all. 'J'liese art' our liouseliold pride, So in atlection grown, Vet there is 'onit'ort when lie asks, All kindly for His own. OurstVoni Him, so His I'or aye. And He has ri^ht to claim : The gentlest land* of all the tioek, Who in most anguish eame, And blessing His dear naine for them, We try to let them go : Hecauso if thev ar(> His, we sav. We know He loves them so. i ■ • () Saviour, open Thou our li[)s, That hei'e in dai'kest days, When hope lies still in garments white. Our mouth shew forth Thy praise. And strengthen us -with Thy sweet gract?, When ea'ly j(»y has liown ; To lean upon Thy cross and say His right, Jle takes His own. 25 So shall we strive through fHlIiug tears, When fhiidhood's haui we press ; To any though silently they sleep, Tis Christ's dear tenderness. For ever here in soi-row's soil, The seed of joy is sown ; God gives a snn'le with every tear, And Christ but takes His own. INGLE SIDE. Over sweet Ingle Side, III the twilijLjht steHlinj;, Memory lo^es to glide, IJriglit days revcalinj;. When suininer roses swing, Green jueadows over, When happy birdlings sing. With rosy clover Back to sweet Ingle Side. In dells leaf-shaded, Fond thonghts will linger round Joys that have faded. Where is the loved voice once Sweet to our childhood V Gone as a sunny laugh Dies in the wild wood. Back to sweet Ingle Side ! Old iiomes are dearest, In the calm eventide Loved haunts are fairest. Over sweet Ingle Side Sing happy flowers, Bring to my wepry heart Sweet tummer hours. THE MOTHER'S GRIEF. Sad watcli I keep, for I cannot sleep, By this little form so dear ; 80 i>ale and still, in a changeless chill, And the smile she used to wear. Love's voice is hushed, sweet hope is crushed, And sorrowful eyes must weep. Though never a ray of returning day, Dawns over her slumbers deep. One tress so fair, ot her sunny hair, And the ring whicli she eve- wore. Is all I may keep when low winds creep, Over her who can come no more. When love light dies in the gejitle eyes. And the beautiful ones depart. Oh I what but tears, can be balm thro' years For the j.HUgs of a mother's heart. On the comiu'.' day, they will bear away. My hope to a couch of green, Where in hours long, the warbler's song. Will be sung in their summer screen'^ Her saintly face, from that silent ])lace, ' Shall no more to mine be prest. And the fragrant leaf, will sigh in grief O'er her calm unbroken rest. 2» My tlioiights will bring, hymns she would sing, When the evening shade was nigh, When soft and warm, on her mother's arm, It was ever her joy to lie. Her eyes would raise, to mine their gaze, When her brow was trom shadows free, "The Saviour," she said, "who watches o'erhead, He will be a friend to me." In sunshine and storm, that little form, O; my arm I shall ever find. Her lips mine i)ress, with a soft r-aress. And her image wlj' haunt my mind. Hut thro' all the day, when she's gone away, The Sv.und will the sweetest be. Of the words that fell, in my heart's deep cell, He will be a friend to me. WIIKX EVENIXG JiELL8. When eveni..i. hells tbre-H-uni tlie niglit Low echoing- throu-h the shade; Beneatli the rising clouds, the day, Along the sky Jia.s made. The silent shadows round us fall, On earth, and sea, and air; Fair light retires across the world, And we to i-est re])aii-. So sorrow, <,t>on as the shade, Night-l,„rn from skies ahov'e. Floats inward o'er some tender heart, By Clod designed in l„ve. That as we know the morn will come, And own who keeps it near ; The heart may tinrow was fastened The wreath, which had hung in the showers, And never was smile more wijuiing Than her's, 'miu the dew and the flowers. She was the loveliest flower of all That bloomed in that dear old j)lace, The dew-drops seemed to my tancy then Like tears on her gentle face. We stooped and gazed in the placid stream That munmired along at our feet, In innocent glee she iii s pered to me, " O does'nt mf/ wreath lork sweet?" 'Twas the morning of life, not even a dream Of sorrow or change was ours. Our hearts were as fresh as the drops of dew, And light as the fragrant fiowers. 31 We twHxHl fresh flou-ers together, Jiut joj from our liearts had fled • No more wouM a wreath he hathed in dew 10 encircle her heautiful Iiead. But all from her liand so deatlily cold An ofl^ering of love to he ; Our tears fell fast, when she smiled and said : lake these as a keepsake from me. " ^lie entered the eden of deathless bloom, Jiut my thoughts return to the hours, • Of the beauty in life, and the sadness in death. Of our smdes, and tears, and flowers. t \ 1 r, t< . ST. M. CHURCH, N. C. J. 1 _ _ _ i» .11 Wliere j)oace in safety dwells, A)k1 holy hymns of purest praise, Of full foi'givene.ss tells. A loving housohuld family, Where Christ's dear board is spread, His death until Ho come to show In Eucharist ic bread. 'Tis but one year since first I came, To take thee to my care ; How scanty doth the harvest seem, Unto the Lord I bear. Though blessed was the holy hour, The goodly Bishop came. With ancient Apostolic rite. Confirming in God's name. 'The same good Church the fathers loved, Which many an age has stood ; Washed clean with water and the word, And Christ's atoning blood. His guiding grace. His latent love, All glorious within : With festival and ritual, And baptism for sin. The churcli of Christ regenerate, The martyrs' blood her seed ; m The twelve Apostles of the Lamb, l^ieir liturgy their Creed, Their doctrine and their fellowship, The faith they never waved : To whom God daily gathered in, Such souls as should be saved. Dear church whose calm celestial face, Serenest saints sufficed ; The peerless spouse the prophets praised. The jeweled bride of Christ. In resurrection ^lory bright, To Christian hope allied ; The sinner's bath, the cleansing fount Of Jesu's wounded side ; The Fold of the Good Shepherd's Iambs, The hopo and home of youth ; The ground of plainest principle, The pillar of the truth. lx.e House of God unprejudiced. Assailed, the end abide ; Together firmly, iitly framed, • By every joint supplied. Thou art all fair, in fragrant robes. Thy garments smell of myrrh ; The morn of Thy nativity Is sweet with pine and fir. Thy Advent alleluias rise To praise the great I Am, Where angel voices swell the song u Of Mosca and the Lamb. In gratefi'l garments when I sleep, Unserviceable chiy Before Thy chancel, well at rest, Let me a moment lay ; Consoling chant and plaintive prayer, Proclaim what I was here ; " A stranger and a wojonrner, Aa all my fathers were." LULU. Beautiful and gentle Ltilu, Sweet your voice is heard ; Singing daily, singing gaily, Warbling every word ; Singing softly, singing sweetly, Like a summer bird. Beautiful and playful Lulu, From n\\ sorrow free, Sing on ).ear us, sing and cheer us, With thy ' hildish glee. Pleasure making, love creating, With thy melody. Little, laughing, loving. Lulu, To our hearts most dear. Treasure of our peaceful circle Loved and lovely, there Tendril in our home entwining Love round every care. Beautiful and gentle ^alu, Blossom of life's spring ; Coming years may trials bear thee, Time may sadness bring ; To the fairest, to the dearest, Sorrows oftenest cling. In I i ! M fl 1 i AS ONCE AT MATIN HOUR. As once lit matin hour I came, To give my heart to my dear Lord ; In th;* dear cliurcli which in His name, Is with llis sacred Body stored. He softly spake within to me, As singing to His praise I stood ; That in my hands my soul miglit se^, For whom He shed His precious blood. When lo, to my suffused surprise, A hammer and a thorny crown ; With nails and speur did hold mine eyes, And hlood from them was drop})ing down. I dare not then myself disown. As he who his dear Lord denied ; Wlicn in my handt the sins were shown. Which had my Saviour crucified. Too well I knew what I had done, Too plainly saw the awful tree ; Which from my lips confession won. That I had been on Calvary. I m I luid no words wlioruin to pray, I «a\v His wotindtHl Imnds and side; And in my ^M-ief wliat should lie a ly,' But come and in My heart abide. HIh eye discerned the wondrous sign, Wliicli on my brow was early set ; And ]Ii8 great gift of grace divine, In full regeneration met. Transgression may that cross efface, ]iy which His new born heirs are signed ; Biit still His love its form can trace. Though sin may stain the heart and mind. And soon to try my faith He sent. By fond aifectio -."s closest test ; He took the jewels love had lent, And wore them on His own sweet breast ye who in His Temple stand. Of His dear self a living part ; Mcurn not if linding by His hand The way He takes us to His heart. ill'' SAFETY. in ■r iii < n How sweet the Saviour's i)ronii8ed aid When dangers great are near ; The aid of His protecting hand, In sorrow and in fear ; He will be with us ready still, To comfort and to save. When death with arm extended guides The dark uplifted wave. When chastened grief with gentle eye, Weeps where her love is iaid. How calm the words He softly breathes, "'Tis I, be not afraid." The One whom here the many brought, To anguish, tears and shame ; That wo, the many, through the One, Might live to praise his name. The solemn night will come at last, To close our weary day ; And time a hollow warning toll, That we must pass away. But trusting still and not dismayed. Let us abide the hour ; For when the billows highest rise True faith has greatest power. INVALID'H PRAYER. Come gentle liope, dear Saviour, come, Come from Thy home above, Now while my sorrow-striekeii soul, Here faiiiteth for thy love. On this pale brow where shadows full, • Now lay Thy loving hand, As once in blessing it was laid. On such as aro love's land. Come gentle hope ; to falling tears, To faith in sorrow lain ; Come whisper kind and holy words, And by my side remain. Thiough all the worn and weary day, When longings till my breast ; I love to hear the inward voice That l)reathes of saintly rest. Come gentle hope, at this still time, When many a tranquil star Looks down like kind eyes watching me. From friends and home afar. Come gentle hope and let me lie With thee, fond watch to xeep. Then should 1 wake in Thy embrace, It will be sweet to sleep. AUTUMN FLOVVEltS. w I love the latest flowers, When eummer sighs farewell, Tlie amaranth and aster. In sweet secluded dell. Like friends who wait to cheer us, Wheie saintly forms have been. Who one by one before us, Have passed to the unseen. I love the queenly calla, Magnificently sweet ; Enrobed in snowy beauty, And elegance complete. For tender love in absence, The myrtle leaf combined With simny storied rosemary. To call old friendo to mind. And there's the dainty daisy. All innocence in white ; And sweet heart's ease recalling, A lost one from the night. I love the latest flowers. The Autumn months retain • Like fair and fondest faces. Which turn to smile again. 11 I love the hardy Janrel, Tis sweet on Virt.ie's brow; I love the sighing zinnia, Which constant kee])s its vow. I love the latest flowers, When snmmer fades awaj ; They tell of future hours, With hearts too sweet to stay. LADY DE L18LE. In coiiifs tlie Ladj Ellen Do LiVlo, Walkiiieaceful land. O ! pray for dear Jerusalem, Her tears of sorrow fall, For those who in their wanderings leave The mother of us all. 4S The Lamp of Life to guide tliem still. Doth on her altars bui-ii ; And softl}^ shines in hours of woe, Where contrite footsteps turn. O ! pray for dear .Terusalein, Her children's jteuceful home; When every night of gi-ief is o'er From her no more lliev roam. ALL'S \A'ELL. All's well-the hIuuIow. of the ni^.ht, Here ever fall aroun nee mercy flows. What then though sorrow's round us stand. ±{ut one dear truth they tell ; Our home is in a brighter land, All's well. Rest shall be our's when toils are o'er Where living v/atcrs flow; Sweet rest upon the vernal shore Where flowers immortal grow What then thougl often here we weep Within a sad heart's cell ; Who sow in tears in joy shall reap- All's well. THE WALK TO E^IMAUS. Two brothers on ii dusty way, Were walking- on tlie selt'-same day ; On wliidi, as Mary early said, The L(»rd had risen from the dead. It WHS \u) idle tale indeed. To which in heart they then gave heed ; When for their Lord such grief they had, They walked together and were sad. But soon their faith was changed to sight, Christ joined thefii, though unknown till night When straight the 'd faniili :• sign, .ealed to them a fa'.'e divine. And as they knew their Church's head, Wlien Jesus brake and gave the bread ; So we, when gathered round His board, Kv faith inav know our risen Lord. For as of old 'tis now as true, That when we journey two by two. O'er rugged ways and talk of Him^ He joins us though our eyes are dim. .•>1 Ami wlu'ii our lioarts nniy hunt within, With riilent Hhtime for secret m\ ; And we from tielf exalting cense, Jle ii;iveH us .sight and blessed peace. To spiritual sight He stai^ Is, To shew tor love his wou-.ded hands : 'J'hat all hy sad horeavement tried, May rest in Hiir. the crucified. ij^» •'-■■■ if m w I II ii Mtt THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA. At sultry noon the Saviour came, Afar o'er hill and dell ; And being weary thus He sat To rest on Jacob's well. A woman tried Its depths alone, For water cool and (;lear ; Give me to drink, the Saviour said, As softly she drew near. Bat as our pride will seldom seek What in true hearts may be ; She straight exclaimed, art thou a Jew And askest drink of me ? So oft on those we may condemn, As soon this woman learned, God has more tender love bestowed. Than we by pride have earned. For when we ask His gentle grace, By which ncAV life begins ; Before His hand the gift bestows, He tells us all our sins. That as the woman left the well To bear glad tidings home, We leave oar cares to Him and say, The Christ to us has come. ■awM 53 So as tliat day her soul to wouricj, No scornful word was breathed'; But future life was crowned with peace, As sweet as flowers wreathed • Let us with grace His gifts impart, To hearts love should renew : By pure and holy living show, " What contrite taith may do! 'JllE CKOSS. Hweet Cross bedewed witli sorrow's eye For jBighteen hundred years ; Close prest to many a sinful breast, Witli hopes and doubts and fears. Here many a heart all dark within, With sombre shade of night ; Bent o'er to break, looks up to sing Of love and joy and light. There's many a friend may lightly think Of those once gladly- known ; But this sweet cross, though still despised, Has never distant grown ; Here silent sorrow shows the world, 'Tis suffering proves us pure. For piercing pain and parting tear True love must a^'e endure. O heart with many a sorrow tried. Where many a grief doth lie. Why seek ye with a price of gold, A crown of love to buy. No friend in all the world can fill The void of true heart's loss, Ho well as He who dying blest The sweet and holy cross. SILVER AND GOLD. The midnight air was damp and cold, As it sighed around mj' dwelh'ng Like the voice of the year, wliich is growing old, Where its notes in sadness swelling. I was reading a gem, all cosy and warm, By the anthracite burning bright, When I heard a knock on the outer door, Timid, and low, and light — A timid knock at the dead of nio-ht. I opened the door, and the bashful form Of a poor young girl, was there, And the dew of night shone clear and bright Like pearls on her golden hair. Although it fell in tresses wild, Away from her tran(iull brow. It was lovely to me as the jeweled braids Where admirers come to bow Lovely to me as it glistened now. li-Alk Twas a beggar girl ; but what of that ? I knew at this lonely hour She was not forgotten by Him who counts The blossoms on every flower. I went to her home of want and woe, And I thought to myself while going, How much the lowly may learn of life, Which is thought not worthy of knowing, In homes where music and wine are flowing. t> .-'it I . I ^lii I i Up the stairway and through the hall, The tale has been often told, Of broken sashes, and fires low, And hearthstones diunj) and cold, And inmates dying forsaken alone. But what cares the world for this ? Though a thousand angels were lingering near. Awaiting the spirit's kiss Just passing away to the realms of bliss. No mourner in pity was weeping there, No bell for the dead was tolled, Is friendship a jewel to buy and sell. As the commonest things are sold ? In a littlo bed in the corner lay. In that room so cheerless and cold, A matron of three score years and ten And a child of five years old — Sleeping, sleeping, lonely and cold. ¥ r>7 I knew by the light of the pale white moon That shone in that chamber old, The reason our calling they answered not, And why they slept on in the cold. They both were dead ; but what of that ?— Swept by on the winds of nigJit— No wealth was theirs ; give them no tears : But bury them out of sight, Was the voice of the world on the wind that night. Ah, me ! what a mournful scene was this : But silver and gold were there, Blending their light by the moon so white O'er the brows of the silent pair. Oh ! not the kind which the world adores Were lending their luster near, But such as the hand of God had laid On the folds of their flowing hair, Where face touched face, were shining there. And there as I stood with tlie humble child I thou^ ht of an olden home. Where father and brother and willing friends In happier days had como. But when they are gone all « wj 11 change. To the young and old together, And the summer days, so warm and bright, Will change to wintry weather To cheerless, wintry weather. 8 1 CflARITV. Blessed be charity, Cherisli it ever, Emblem of holiness, Perfect and pure ; Sweet with forgiveness, That perishoth never. Are they not noblest Who hope and endure ? Keep in thy iriiiul, A calm fountain of tenderness, Ever overflowing. For those who may stray, Gentle in love. As the Saviour who died for us. Then by its beauty, Judge others alway. Wake the heart's loveliness, Place on its altar. Leaflets of sympathy, Monrners to greet, Let them bloom peacefully, Let them grow silently, They will have blossoming, Fragrant and sweet. 59 Know juu some erring one, One whose broad gentleness, Leads liim o'er jiatlis. Where the soul wreeked Iiave gone. He has large heartedness, He has large tenderness. Bring to him sympathy's Holiest tone. Wake the heart's loveliness, Words that have power, Born in the sunshine, Of gladness and mirth, How them like seed, Foi- an upspringing Howeret, Sweet to f ome weary oiie tStricken on earth. Wake the heart's loveliness, Over the household, J^et it go forth. In its clear, sunny ray. Falling on other hearts Ever affectionate. Make it a home light. That dawns with the day. Wak».. the heart's loveliness, 1* air lands are over us, V 60 God's works around us, Breathe ever their hymn, Wliy still be languishing, Hear their soft voices sing, Low when the morning dawns When day grows dim. Wake the heart's loveliness. Bright rays of promises, Ever o'erspreading, Your hope beaming sky, Then shall its peacefulness, Whisper in sacredness. Something to live for. And ready to die. i5 }lf If 11 -.-'«■" - ■■ • is—* .- » V- ■■ Iff- .iiV.«i;_. .j8»> -JillwiiiMi aii^giMBii EVENING 8IIAD0WS. Bright sunbeams athwart life's dreamin<., In flowery sandals creep ; "^ The fairest when morn is beaming, And fewest before we sleep. And summer ascends from gladness And floats into cloudy fears ; And many a scene of sadness ;' Is nmnbered at eighty yearJ. For my eighty years and over, What are they but one long day ; Where shadows of darkness hover, ' And few are the friends who stay. For tresses all bleached to whiteness, And furrows along the brow ; Are telling that young life's lightness, Is hidden in shadows now. And now that Pm done with dreaming, I'm watching towards the west ; And out of the day's last gleaming, There shineth the sun of rest. (52 I'm (hiiwin;^ towards tlio lmiell ; And stout hearts resolve for duty, And to tight life's battles well, On the field where in the morninir. Many nobly striving fall. As the tablets raised acquaint us, On our pleasant Chapel wall. That fair blooms as these around me, O'er us all shall strew their leaves, And forgetfulness about us, Wrap the sombre shroud it weaves, Through the days of generations. Until microscopic aid, Scarce shows that poor humanity, In sori'ow there was laid. Now afar with earnest toiling, Where the cares of life abound ; Others with these scenes familiar Moving safely on are found. In homes made sweet and sacred, By the grace of Christian love, On the shrines warm liearts have hallowed, To the pure and gentle dove. ♦ Here I dream of distant action ; Of the tread of eager feet, ■\i 77 That may know no more returning, To this well-i-emembered seat, *" But I look far o'er the landscape, When fair twilight gems the west, And r think of richer beauty, In tho radiant land of rest. When the warder on Time's fortress, His last call to us shall sound, And the march of mourning hro'thers Bears us onward to the ground, May we close our eyes as softly As when nightly we take rest ; And our hands lie gladly over On a calm and peaceful breast. l?,'-'f\ THE SUNNY SIDE. A pure youth stood on the silver sand, By the tranquil sea of life ; Whose waters sing in the mellow morn, With never a wave of strife. And over the mirror of amher light, Afar to the farthest world ; His bright eye turned to a fairy bark With a silken sail rnfurled. Sweet music rose from the fragrant deck Soft whispers of skiH'al lutes ; And wafted sounds to the vernal there. Like a hundred golden flutes. The pearly oars kept tuneful time. And an incense censer burned ; By a queen of light on the after deck, As the prow to the shore w is turned. She saw the youth on the silver sa'^d. And his brow so pure and higii. Revealed the fame of a dgathless name ; And she breathed a passing sigh. 79 She blushod a blush h'ke the rosy morn Throws over the crimson sea ; And bainei- and sail slid softly down, By the youth on the spell-bound lea. Then a lover's love ^wept o'er his soul, And he sang with a hopeful heart ; ' " With a sail unfurled to the furthest world, Let a lover with thee depart." He sang of the future and wliat would be, And a loving that lived for aye ; Till the banner and sail embraced the gale, And together they sailed away. They sailed away and for many a day. On the breast of the rosy tido Fond zephyrs followed the fairy bark And blessed the happy bride. For many a year and many a day The banner abroad was fiung ; And love light gilded its dewy folds. And their hearts were always young. And ever the same when rough winds came, The skilful lutes were heard. And in darkest hour-^ tiie fairy bark Sailed on like a fearless bird. Sm&J 80 And the 5 license censer filled the gale, And the golden flutes kept time ; And the pearly oars by countless shares Heard many a lover's rhyme. And many a lullaby was sung, Tiy lilies that kissed the i>row, 'Mid vernal islands whose fruitage hung, In clusters bending low. They sailed away for many a day, Till a silent city seen, Unfolded tlie gate on its pillars gray And the lovers sailed between. They sailed between on the crystal sea, To the Bride, the pure Lamb's wife ; The Zion of old and the streets of sfold. And the light of immortal bfe. There's many a youth on the silver shore, And l)ark on the purple tide ; And the soft lutes whisper forever more. Love looks on the sunny side. LENT. Mower irfoWed i„ „„^^^. Lmle leaf dreaming of golden day, Heard ye One sorrowing pa,, „„./;^y, Imo the wilderness, cold and drear, A«fnl temptation resigned to bear, We I am seeking to hold like Him Strength ,n]ife-swilde™ess wide an"' dim. Shadows eneircle the desert wild ttd m my spirit l,y sin defiled ; ' Seekmg His fonn in this waste to meet Daily I follow His blessed feet. i'lower of Paradise , lift thy faee, Parfume this desert with vernal gkee • Ra.se ■„ the silent and barren glfrr* Pon,te..ee fragrant with perfeet'bC;. Flower low sleeping to rise again, Loohng through shadows for April rain • L'ttle leat' dreaming of golden day ' Heard ye One sorrowing pass this way? K^W'^^WT-^ 'SW' f- ' * - ^W:^ sf * - ^1 9S • P?,?.* € THE WREN. IMion tender twilight teiupkHi round, The (hiy enwrajis with scarce a sound ; A little wren with wistful wing, Sits out beside her nest to sing. a- I see her form through fragrant leaves, AVhich bloom bei\eath the homestead eaves ; While blessings to the blue above, Shi^warl)les in her song of love. « My thoughts are borne beyond the strife, And cumbrous cares of mortal life ; Where yonder star with pensive eye, Peeps at me through the rosy sky. The holy hymns of life divine, Breathed once by voices versed with mine ; This fairy wren must fondly know, His sweetest notes retain them so. 8ing, fairy wren, with folded wing, In golden hour of gladsome spring ; But faded features never more, Can happy hymn to nome restore. 83 But since to knowledge most profound, Unknown you fall not to the grou.nri ; Why not my faith like yours arise. In love-songs to the silent skies ? While on the sunny shores of time, The soul foresees a fairer clime ; Why not with grateful songs of praise. And sweet contentment end our days ? As thy sweet song at set of day, Doth hie thy household cares away ; When life's concluding labors cease. May mine be In mns of perfect peace. m tW: %- ^/ %-# .«,. - JAMIE. The bud of our soul's affection, Has faded from all our care ; The light of our love's reflection, Illumines a brighter sphere. But sorrow his form revealing, Can never from me depart, And Jamie I'm stili cor cealing, Enshrined in my inmost hoart. The soul has a life immortal, The beautiful never die ; And love is the golden portal, Uniting the earth and skj-. And Jamie my fondest treasure. Though laid in a shaded mound, Pure love in its fullest measure. In heaven for aye has found. My beautiful boy, my only. First blush of a mother's love ; My spirit when sad and lonely, Looks up to thy home above. And what if my heart is weeping. Faith must be tried by tears ; And jewels the Lord is keeping. Fade not through eternal years. 85 O Jamie, my deathles flower Gone back f^om this world of strife. Wlien endeth this little hour, I Ijope to pass into life. And .viiither thou hast ascended, My darling so briefly mine, Where mourning is ever ended, My love shall unite with thine I tssmm ONE OF A THOUSAND. Speak softly, disturb not this beautiful dream, O low let your anguish be spoken ; And never repeat when I silently sleep, How my heart by his coldness was broken. I'm fading away like the flowers of Spring, With blossoms too tenr'^r for strife ; I'm ftiding away but I know I shall live, In a bright and more beautitul life. I care not to stay forsaken by one. Whose love was the light of my heart, For life's golden morning is shrouded in gloom, From which it were better to part. Take not fr ,m my bosom that picture of him. Which in silence has witnessed my tears ; But with this dead rose let it share the repose Of my ashes for many long years, O tell him I died with a blessing for hira, And our parting at best will be brief, And say I forgave him, and then he may find Consolation in hours of grief. m Speak softly, disturb not this beautiful dream, O low let your anguish be spoken. And never repeat when I silently sleep How my heart by his coldness was broken. » , " 1 i 1 CHEERFULNESS. Who does not love a merry laugh f A laugh that's fresh and free, Within whose clear and joyous notes. Good nature all can see. I love a laugh, an honest laugli. From happy l>earts oiitspringing, A melody of merry sounds With cheei-ful music rinerincr. I love a laugh, a cheerful laugh, When beauty's face adorning, As fresh and fair on dimpled cheeks, As sun rays in the morning. The joyful laugh of childhood's morn. Which knows no silent sorrow, When hope i- bright as stars at night, And comes with every morrow. There will be dark and weary days, Cold rain on sunmier flowers, But every honest heart's a sun, In this fair world of ours. Who does not love a merry laugh, In sunny glee outspringing, A melody of joyful sounds, With cheerful music ringing ? f,^. ■",*■ THY WILL BE DONE. Not iiij will, but thine be done, My Father and my God, Be thou my guide whene'e* in lite I pass beneath the rod. When sorrow to the spirit comes, Some mercy is begun, • Then thought is ])orne afar from earth, To where the soul's best hope has birtli ; Thy will be done. Not my will but thine be done, When heart and flesh shall fail, And pains that bring me nearer Thee, This mortal form assail When vanished days have gained me strength Through merits of Tliy Son, * .Strength then to comfort and sustain, WJien I retui-n to dust again ; Thy will be done. 12 -\ ■}} ^■■T m^ ■ -m^ i.' '.i -1 y <'^ ,*iif m^i^^m'^'-'^^-u-^--'^- ■:4f: X '"■* '.!, 90 Not my will, but thine be. done. Thou doest all things well ; The morning dews, the midnight stars. Thy care and wisdom tell. Some balm doth every grief contain, The cloud but hides the sun, May I in patience bear my cross. Whate'er may be my earthly loss, Thy wi'l be done. J. »*"■. ';.' IN CCELO QUIES. O, U there rest, sweet rest Afar from weary care ; In mansions of the sainted blest, Have we our treasures there ? We walk in sorrow's night, This earth Thy feet have trod ; O lead us to unfading light. Our Saviour and our God. Thy love our hope remaine, Th}' grace the wondrous power, By which the fainting soul attains Strength for the parting hour. O, is there rest, sweet rest. When pilgrim days are past, The sun shines not from east to west, Where earthly pleasures last. Thy love our life controls, With longing hearts we roam, Kor can we find between the poles A resting place, a home. ^. >^^r€> ^^ fMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET ^MT-S) ^ A . fA V] .^ /^ % ^ >* V 1.0 I.I 1.25 Ui 1 2.8 1^ |3|2 1.4 — 6" r»l i rnoTogiBpmc Sciences Corporation 2.5 20 1.6 13 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 iV :1>^ :\ \ ''\ <> ;\ m ^ f '% Mi •t» ^^B, ,41 ^^Bs^i ^^B 11 92 0, Is there rest* sweet rest, Afar from weary care, In mansions of the sainted blest. Have we our treasures there ? ABSENCE. Far across the trackless ocean Flies the lone bird to the raaln» Countless miles and still unwearied, Till it finds its home again. Thus when far away I'm ioaming» Memory fondlj !)ears to thee. O'er the weary leagues that part us, Gentle wishes, love, from me. In the storm the ocean, sweeping, Tempest-tost the sailor's hand, On her course the vessel keeping, Makei at last the wished for land. Like a star which guides him onward Safely o'er the angry sea, On life's wide and stormy waters. Thou art still a star to me. Ever, when along my pathway. Sorrow's lengthened shadows fall. Still a gentle ray is shining. Shining sweetly over all. All a husband's adoration Keeps thee in this heart of mine, Every hope and sweet reflection Made more pure by love from thine. I OUR EXAMPLE. He suffered for us, here enduring. Pain of body, grief of soul, So should we be clothed with meekrcfls, Everv murmuring thought control. Storms may sweep o'er life's broad ocean, Darkest shadows fall around, Still in Christ our great example, Strength and patience may be found. Pilgrim on thy homeward journey, Suffering much of earthly ill ; Think of that sad scene of anguish, Once endured on Calvary hill. When thy cross seems most to burden, Strive thou most to be resigned ; Forasmuch as Christ has suffered, Arm yourself with the same mind. uta^^af-^ ^tr- s^^lfA-v (J- WHAT IS OUR VOW ? What 18 our vow ? Beloved, whom I have chosen, . Out of the great wide world the best, To be mine own, my dearest self, mine only, Loving, and, being loved, to be most blest, Is it to bring deep anguish, sin or woe, Or scorn, or hatred ? no, ah" no. What is our vow ? Bound by the fondest ties. Life entwined In life, and love in love, My being to thy being joined, One in one, our brightest hope above. Is it to cause sad tears for each to flow. Or days ot mourning ? no, ah no. This is our vow, thou whom I love most dearly, Hope, in my fondest hope indwelling, For good will ; heart to heart alway, The sacred pledge in kind acts telling. And on through life to keep love warm as now. My soul's pure soul, this be our vow. -IS I' THE PROMISE. htAM In the calm a .d plertoant even, By the twilight soft and still, Oft my spirit iurrit: grief-saddened To tlie sceTie on Cdvary Hil?, And thesp jieaceful wcirils and holy, Like a softly innrmured strain. Waken sweetest expe'-tatiou, " I will come to yon again." I will come when sorrow shronds you, And when early friends have gone. I will wrap my mantle round you, And you shall not he alone. Though the way is dark with shadows, And the heart bows down with pain, And your longing sonl is weary, "I will come to you again." I will come when thou art praying, And when calling long on me ; Thou shalt know my tender mercy, And a friend to thee I'll he. I M-ill come when thou art weeping. When in sickness thou art lain, On the conch of silent mourning, " I will come to you again." 97 I will come when thou art watcJiing, ^ Tlirough the changing scenes of time, For the star of love that shineth, From the never fading clime. When my cross in grief thou'rt bearing, "V\^ien the loss shall be thy gain, I will listen for thy calling, " I will come to you again." 13 WHEN THE SHADOWS OF NIGHT. When the shaaows of night have slu-oud**! tho day For its rest in tlio v^ul" of tlnif>, To bear it away with its twili^'Jit ray, To an uns'een nnlaiown clinie: There's a picture then in my memory friwaed. In sunniej^t colors sliuded, Where my thoughts still tV.naiy love to tUxll, Tlunigh the scene it recalls ha:i faded. It shows not the tame of a warrior's name, From many a well wrought story, Of deeds of arms, "mid the loud alarms, On the Held of a nation's glory, Nor the great man's pride of his wide spread lands. Not the orator's chainless power. Nor the festal board wliere the wine-cup flows, With the fleeting midnight hour. More .r my own, Since Thou art with me btill. HOME GLADNES& There is inubic in the parlor, T]iere is laughing in the hall, And tho footsteps of our loved ones To lightsome nwastires fall ; Glad hearts have met together. A sid daih' toils are done, Bright bmilcs on dimpled faces Are full of mirth and fan. The beautiful are with me — The ones I dearly love, Soft eyes are gazing on me 'Neath raven curls above ; Here comes a kiss to greet me, More s'.veet than summer flowers, From childhood's lip 'tis joy to sip ■ The balm of Eden's bowers. ) »' My fondest thoughts are centered here. With wife and children three. Of all t5)e jewels in the world, The brightest ones to me ; Bright eyes, warm hearts and cheerful smileSi There's none where e'e^ I roam Sp true, so dear, as those that here Adorp our happy home. 104 Bees hum about the roses, Birds sing upon the trees, The summer morning l)rirgs me The melodies of these ; The rohin in the willow Is watcliing o'er his nest, And I, with those who lo ve me, Am mortal, heaven hlcst. O, little golden ringlets — O, raven tresses bright — Soft eyes and dimpled fsces All radiant with delight ; O, voices full of melody, There's none where e'er I roam So true, so dear, as these that here Adorn my happy home. [t ' I. :''^H|R|i MY SISTER'S GRAVE. When I was very young, I stood beside a new-made grav- and'wept ; Griefs shadows to my heart since then have clung, For though long years my sister there has slept, The quiet stars have vigils kept Through willow boughs, whose weeping leaves have hung In grief, since I was young. The little mound, still green. Is yet o'er grown with many fragrant flowers. And on their blossoms, through the night unseen, ^ott dews from Heaven descend in gentle shoWers Refreshingly, in darkest hours. While wandering I in stranger lands have been, Mourning bright days between. Dark shadows haunt the grave Within, where beauty takes its dreary sleep. But oft it comes from later cares to save The buried loveliness o'er which we weep. O, who would long to keep His fragile bark on life's tempestuous wave, In some rude storm to find a o-rave ? 2^ o "'^ » 106 i Blest spirit ! ever more, Among the lovely, in the peaceful land, Dost eVer smile on me, as oft before, When thou wert happy in our household band ? Or, by the throne where stand The hallowed of the better world, implore For me the open door ? O, if our loved ones may, From that bright place, our sorrow ever see — Or, wandering like timid doves away, To us unseen come — ^breathe its melody — Come, gentle one to rae ! And softly sing one sweet and sacred lay — By twilight's tender ray ! SUBURBAN HOME SCHOOL. Afar from the city's dusty noise, Aiid snares for the feet of youth ; The teacher moldeth the plastic mind, In friendship, love and truth. He keepeth the springs of action pure, He fiileth th^ heart and mind ; With the fear of God, the love of man, And classical lore combined. He soweth that seed in the fertile soil, Whose fruitage himself doth know ; The seed of kn(,wledge, of faith and hope, Whence the golden fruit will grow. He strengthens the weak and checks the bold. And studies the rude to guide ; To honor themselves and the homes they love And cherish an honest pride. He patiently beareth with those unmarked, By talents that number high ; For every flower that sees the sun. Has a dew drop from the sky. • .5 I i 108 And many a bud that's slow to bloom, Has the sweetest fragrance given ; And many a mind that humblest seems Has the highest gift of heaven. \i I WHEN? When shall the dawn of day, Welcome me home ? When o'er the pleasant way, My footsteps roam ? When where the Angels sing, Shall I my treasures bring. Borne on the seraph's wing, Borne to my home. When shall the gates of gold, Open for me ? Into the shepherd's fold, Happy and free. Far from a world of care, Jesus my Saviour near ; Angels of glory there, I long to see. When shall the dawn of day, Guide me afar ? Where beams in holy light, The risen star. Where Christ shall still be mine, Where endless glories shine, Where sorrow, joys divine Never can mar. no Wlien shall the dawn of day Welcome me home ? When o'er the pleasant way, My footsteps roam. When where the Angels sing, Sha)! I my treasures bring, Borne on the seraph's wing, Borne to my home. ' ii ELLA. When the golden grain was lying Bound in shining yellow sheaves ; When the harvest moon was waning O'er the changing autumn leaves, When the locust bough was tapping Like a finger on the pane, Sweet Ella whispered sadly " We part to meet again " We saw her eyelids closing O'er their orbs so coldly blue, And on her brow had gathered The tell-tale drops of dew ; And her lips grew strangely silent, But her spirit was at rest ; So we folded both her dimpled hands In beauty on her breast. As we stood around her — sobbing For the loss we had sustained. We knew of greater riches, Which our early-called had gained, Of her happiness and beauty In the palaces above, Although a treasure lost to us, The angels I>ad her love. 112 So we laid away her dresses, Her flowers and her toys, They are ours, hers, caresses In the land of fadeless joys ; When we see our mo*^her weeping Oft beside her vacant bed, There may be sweet responses From the angel overhead. Oft I list for the music Of her voice at eventide, And for a ger.tle footstep Falling softly by my side ; My heart keeps all their echoes, But I list for steps in vain, And I love her golden promise " We part to meet again." \i When the golden grain was lying Bound in shining yellow sheaves, When the harvest moon was waning O'er the changing autumn leaves, When the locust bough was tapping Like a finger on the pane, Sweet Ella whispered sadly "We part to meet again." THE FAITH OF CHILDHOOD, The Saviour who loves me is niikl, Once when he was journeying liere, lie took little ones in his arms, And said they were worthy his care. I am glad I can go to Him now, And tell him I ever w.''i. ivy To be a good child while 1 live. For I want to be His when I die. The Saviour who loves mo, last night, When I laid me down safely to sleep, Kept away every danger and fear, .'hrough the shadows of midnight so deep. And now when the morning is bright. And soft incense is filling. the air, I must not forget it is time I should thank Him who does so, in prayor. The Saviour who loves me, provides For my wants in my own happy home, And I should be gentle and kind To the needy and weary who come. And then in the fine cheerful day I can play and be joyous and free, For whenever we give unto these, He has said you have done it to me. 16 114 The Saviour who hives ine will come To t!ie earth again, great in Ilig power, And many that think not will tremhle And shrink from his face in that hour ; But all who now love llim in life, The young and the aged shall hear His voice bid them come to His side, And I know I should like to be there. The Saviour who loves me is good. Of His aid I shall ever have need ; How sad is the story of Hun, And His words how consoling to read. May all who are passing away, As young and as happy as I. Go to Him in the beautiful land. Where He dwells, far beyond the blue skj. li 1 hi THE ASCENSION. How sweet his hope who lives hy faith, As oft returns the day, The Saviour led His children forth, Upon their thoughtful way. Where lifting „p m, .mounded hands, He hlest them with His love • Ascending to the mansions briglit, This weary world above. Well might tliey turn their steadfast gaze, l^ar up that path of light; And strive to pierce the dista'nt cloud, Which hid Him from their si-ht As we who parted from our Lord, ' Full often turn our eyes With eager gaze to that bright home. Above the starry skies. To ther- the angels spake who stood in spotless vestments near ; Foretelling Christ again to mLn, Would on the earth appear. So when our pilgrimage is o'er, Life's battle fought and won. With theirs our souls shall thus ascend, To meet God's Holy Son. m ill 116 lyiay truth sustain what they beheld. Until that awful morn, When (lay and night shall fade away, And wo to heaven are horno ; When in His boundless iiclds of space, The earth no more is found ; '.nd love'd eternal anthem fills His courts with joyful sound. Ml ; TMK TRIAL. Who would Imve thoajrht of our Josie Mnrehing forth to tho front, Our lioiti.^-loved delicate Josie, Breapiing the battle's brunt. Marching in close where the bayonets, Pointed and charged and met, Marching in close where the red rain I*oured till the ground was wet. Ah me, what an eager army, Came from the North and South, Of brothers to war with brothers, Up to the cannon's mouth. And why did we fear when Joeie '"'aid he would go outright ; To enter the fearful struggle, And battle through all the fight. And only think of our Josie, Sleeping at night in a tent, And bearing a soldier's burden As brave as the best that went. 1 1 'I' h" \ ft 118 Our home-^oved delicate Josie Marching away to die, And no one to say God bless him Or bid him a last good-bye. And was it not out of reason, Where such a fire should burn ; In a form so fair and slender. That he could ever return. And how he fared in the struggle, And how he fared in the field ; We never could learn for comfort, The truth was never revealed. We said he could never stand it Though having an iron will ; let the tidings made us tremble. When Josie was taken ill. Then mother was broken-hearted, And father was bowed with grief ; And they went in searcli of Josie Whose life must at best be brief. They hurried away in silence, They hurried to Josie's bed^; His gun waL stood in the corner, ■^nd never a word he saia. 119 It made them faint with anguish, And their inmost hearts to bleed ; To see how the child had suffered, All tiirongh neglect and need. To look at his form so wasted, His face so pale and thin ; With his brow as cold as marble, And a white band under his chin. And to think of all they sent him, He never received in life ; :;rish. And how he was left to ^ Was worse than death in the strife. To die with never a comfort. For wretches in human guise ; Wlio said he was quite neglected, And smoothed his pillow with lies Ah how could we look on Josie ^ When mother with him came back ; For the gun was off his shoulder, And the knapsack off his back. His eyes were closed ane darkened Through all of the live-long day ; And his tender form enshrouded. Was cold as a clod of clay, ^i1 I,; 120 And we laid him in the churchyard Life's struggle for ever o'er ; Where perishing want and sorrow, Can conic to hiui never more. And mother has learned to hear it, And tieasure the hope with me That though she could not he near him He's hai>pier far than we. For often life is a conflict, And many a time will be, When what our Father orders, TVe cannot expect to see We cannot expect with reason. Nor aught of our feeble sight, To know the whys and wherefores. Of God's extended might. For many a blow is given, And manv a wish denied, And many a sold most loving, By faith must be longest tried. And oft when we feel forsaken, And reckon ejich earthly loss ; We walk in a path of glory _. And carry a saving cross. ?^m OUR PILGRIMAGE. We're passing through a world of care, Along a rugged road ; who Avill dry the falling tear, Or bear the pilgrim's load. When gathering shadows thickly fall, On hearts with grief opprest ; What voice of love will softly say, Come, weary child, and rest. We're passing throngh a world of care, And griet in every form ; O who will hear us when we call, And guide us tlirough the storm. This longing for a holier life, This warfare of the soul ; O who will heed and give us strength, When dangers round us roll. We're passing through a world of care, Not every path is bright ; Where liowers cherished in life's morn. Are fragrant in the night. Few pleasant ways with roses fringed. Are trod by weary feet ; Few vernal fountains softly sing. The sad to slumbers sweet. 16 , i H I h^SyS v^' .122 We're passing through a world of care, But Christian mourner stay ; One stir is near whose love will tr a Thy darkness into day ; Thy sorrows here shall le?,d thee home, Where missing ones are blest ; And He who died for thee shall say, Come, weary child, and rest. 1 I WHEN I GO TO THAT LAND. When I go to that land where no sorrow Or parting in anguish is found, And the fingers these lines that are tracing Are folded and cold in the ground. Who'll come to ray green grave there planting The flowers that early appear, Or who, 'mid the silence around me, Will shed to my memory a tear. Dear friends I have loved have been scattered, Like roses that fall to decay ; Some sleep their long sleep where we laid them^ And some 'neath the blue ocean's spray. And thus when life's changes about me Bring others as fond or as dear. Which one will be left at its closing, To come to ray grave with a tear ? .1: T.V. ill Ah, here who would linger when loved ones Have bade us in anguish farewell, And naught in the wide world around ua Can lighten the sorrowful spell ? Along the green pathway where flowers In life's early morning were strown, Who now o'er the blossoms all withered Forsaken would wander alone. 1 24 When I go to that Inti When twilight ap V'VIC.- And the bloom and ; h ■ i • Are blending in in < . Who'll come to m>' urO'T The flowers wlii ilio lovely, II 'lie west, !!• ; ')f summer brea.^t, :. •■! there planting I i;!:irlA' ;fj)|'iMr, U .iC Cr who mid the silt.uoe arnun .' me, Will shed to m- D'H'iiry p •■tr? THE BEAUTIFUL WaTCHER. A mother stood by a dying child The List of her household band, Husband and children all were gone, Gone to the spirit land. She slept, but a cold and snowy brow Told sadly she could not live, Her smile was only in answer to one That an angel unseen might give. "Mother," she whispered, ''I know that ere long, I must sleep in the silent gloom, But father would call me an angel you know When he sang with me here in this room. I must be in a d»-eam for I hear his voice Repeating in earnest tone, 'Bright angel come, bright angel come.' Dear mother are you alone ? For I saw near you such a beautiful form With a face so pure and light, It is near you now and sweetly smiles As it has through all the night ; And still when you slept for a little while, I could hear the watcher sin^. But I fell asleep when I shaded my eyes From the light of its shining wing. 126 It 8)*ng of a home that was far away, In a voice so tender and low, How glad it would be to carry me, And I Baid I would like to go. I would still he safe on its gentle breast, And 'twould comfort you all the day. To think I will know you and still be yourg When ♦he watcher takes me away. " I " My child no beautiful form is near. No light by your bedside burns ; A:nd only the moonlight along the floor. The gloom to this brightness turns. I see no watcher, I hear no voice, I stand by you love, alone, And here I shall stand, of our household band. The last when my child is gone. The days will come and the nights will pa„., And the world be glad and gay ; And I so lonely aniong them all, And my love so far away. The days will pass and the spring return And the flower and bird and bee. But Laurie from out her narrow home Will never come back to me." " Dear mother one kiss, I am colder now, And the light to my eyes grows dim, 127 And a voice like Ida's before she died, I hear in a ^oly hymn. The beautiful watcher you cannot see. Not yet from your side has flown ; He conies and carries me through the dark,"- And the mother and clay were alone. LINES TO ALICE. As o'er the Imrp the minstrel lovea, Sweet strains are Hy^litiy stealing Like magic to the listener's ear True loveliness revealing ; So softly float the ineloilies Of moments long gone by, Back to my heart and vaken there The music of a sigh. Oh ! ever thus the}' steal a>vay My thoughts on fleeting svings, Which hover lightly, fondly round Their ^^'ell-remembered springs ; Like busy bees they search the flowers Where treasures still they see, And ever homeward fondly bear Sweet memories of thee. O'er thee alone, oh, gentle one, May love unfold its wing. And give thee shelter from the storma Which coming years may bring. Too frail art thou to bear the cold, The blighting frost of time ; Thou'rt looking for a better land — A softer, purer clime. 129 O'er thee, dear one, in every Jiour, May friendsliiji'H I)lo8som8 l)end, And guard tliee as a tender flower, On wliieh soft dews descend. Ever to thee, so sweet, so frail. Should fondest love be civen. To keep the i)lant whose blossoms shall Unfold their hues in Heaven. 17 ^^- '^- '- •^^■^'^iffi "i If' •mm THE ANGEL FACE. 'Tis v,'itli me everywhere ^o sweet, 8o beuutifnl. The hallowed loveliness so long that smiled In every feature of its mortal form is there itself im- • mortal. From out the pearly niazo of stars, from out the azure disvant light and pure, Where soul love dwells among the lovely evermore, It softly comes to greet mine own from Jleaven's por- tai. 'Tis never grie.ved or sad. When mourns my soul and down its in ward face the t-^ars unseen Course silently, that I should love for worldly hopes tc live ; It shares them not, but like a spotless, snow-winged dove, Unconscious of its flight, so far from its pure sphere of love, It hovers near, and sweetly lends the light its peace can give. 131 ra- Oli ! limiiiting iunyl face, Where love and truth blond in such beauty on their diant throne, Why lingering by me comest thou from thme own home of ])Iiss, Where to the changeless eye then comes no mourners tear, 'Mid all life's ruder sounds and scenes of care, To smile on me in such a world as Tins. To call me to the better land i Beloved face, I feign with thee would pass the golden gates Beyond the walls of time, and mingle on its jasper street, *mid the armies of the beautiful and loved ones gone, Whose taces radiant, bright and holy as thine own, Await the hour when soul and buried sense again shall meet. Oh ! cilm and peaceful face, With thee comes floating back, far through the vapors dim Of Time's wide surging sea ; sweet sounds of other years, That o'er my ear in gentle wavelets break. Whose echoes in my heart's lone chambers wake Sad melodies that fill my eyes with tears. n 4A n II MINNIi:. Softly, softly now she sleeps, Sweetly, still and pale ; One beside her sits and weeps, Flowers fair are frail. Upward, upward o'er the blue, Mourner turn thine eye. Drooping here in heaven's dew, There they neve" d'e. Clalinly, she shall take her rest In the vernal vale, Zephyrs sighing from the west, Flowers fair are frail. Peaceful, slumber, all is o'er. Grief or tears or pain She shall suffer never more In this world again. Meekly, mourner, meekly bow, IlDpe should still prevail : Home is nearer to thee now, Flowers fair are frail. Sunny faces soonest lie 'Neath the fragrant sod ; Household idols soonest die, Soonest go to God. 133 Often, often you will hear, On the softened gale, Warblers sing her pillow near — Flowers fair are frail. When the twilight gathers round Mountain, field and fell, Love shall whisper o'er the mound. All within is well. I Hushing, household voices sweet, Death shall never fail ; Everywhere we hear his feet — Flowers fair are frail. Shepherds, guide our buds of love To the distant fold. Flowers are not frail above Wintry wdnds and cold. .; I, ANGEL SOUNDS ON EARTH. How sweetl}' sounds an infant's voice When fiioi its tones we hear, How lovingly and fond it falls In musical, half-spoken calls. Upon its mother's ear. Those early marm'rii'gs, soft and low. Uttered i' childish mirth, Are pleasant to a parent's heart, And form, in innocence, the part Oi angel sounds on earth. Such was the mnsic asked by Him Who on the cross gave life, Who suflfered death on Calvary's hill, And took the sting from Death's stern will. In Earth and Heaven's strife. The mother's soul, so fraught with joy At her sweet infant's birth. Dwells witli delight on every tone Falling from lips she calls her own, Lov'd angel sounds on earth. ■.H. _JkJ^2ji B^^ t^gi 'Set ~ i.if^^p^iitA> ~-~£i' 'SM- ^ffmt, 135 Sweet little Lulu though a babe Our hearts will ne'er have dearth Of music, while we have the choice To teach thy soft, endearing voice, The angel sounds of earth. And when cold winds shall waft thee back Td wdiere thy life was given, May He who claims thy loving heart, Prepare for thee the blissful part Of angel sounds in Heaven. f BE FAITHFUL. Be faithful, and be true to those Whose tried and holy vow, Though trials o'er lifo's path have come, To you is changeless now. Though words my sometimes colder seem, And harsher than before, "'TIS but the wave adown the stream, That melts upon the shore. To those whose hearts and hands have been Through trials pledged to you, Still willing though wild storms have come, Be faithful and be true. Full often may exist at home, A shadow o'er hope's sky, The faithful share them when they fall, The false and fickle fly. Oh never trust the heart that seeks To change the love of years ; Its brightest promises are hid In agony and tears. Be faithful still, and true to those "Whose tried and sacred vow. Though trials o'er life's path have come To you is changeless now. TIME AND FRIENDSHIP. Time, one pleasant antunmal day, Left his cloisters dim and mazes gray, And wandered away -where the lading green Of the woods was bathed in sunset sheen. He sat 'neath a weeping willow tree, For a traveller old and worn was he. On the fragrant grass where the green leaves hung, Whose nu^sic he loved when he was youno-. He was holding a volume in his hand And a tiny box of golden sand. Against the tree his staff he stood. Which he ever carried of unknown wood. His long, white locks o'er his shoulders strayed Among the leaves of the forest glade ; His face was sad as the sighing seas. And his form was bowed by centuries. His mantle was old, but snowy white, And clasped by a diamond clear and bright, He wore a band round his silvery hair Which met 'neath a star on his forehead fair. " I will rest," said he, "by my wide deep sea That sighs on the shores of eternity, And its outlet, the ever sobbing stre*am, 18 i;J8 Will sing its song by the misty beam Of the lamp that burns o'er the gateway there, Where the mariner guides his bark in fear, And the voyagers weary, though I'm afar. . Shall see the rays of my fadeless star. I will rest me here from duty free And list to the song of the weeping tree, The same as tiie olden willows sunir In the Eden days whon I was vouny;." Not long mused he, ere a gentle sigh 'Neath the drooping leaves stole softly by, A sound like a lute's enchanting strain. But sad as the sob of the sunmier rain, He listened, av.d closer the music came. 'Twas a form as fair as the eye (^f man ''lad seen since the march of Time began ; Her face was one; of the loveliest cast, And seemed impressed with a sadness past. But the sweetest smile which peace can wear Had left its lines of beauty there. Her mantle draped on the velvet green As her snowy pinions it swept between. And a wreath of pearls and rubies fair Was ])res8ed to the folds of her golden hair. Her step was slow but fin a and strong As 'neath the branches she passed along ; O'er the strmgS of a lyre her fingers strayed 139 And sweetly she sang in their peaceful shade, This tender song as she softly played : — SONG. Oh, Time, wilt thou not give to me The home for whicii I pine, Where fadeless love and gentle words iMay evermore be mine. .f ' Oh, happy birds in forest homes Oh, flowers blooming wild, You have a voice of sunny glee To soothe a wandering child. I love to weave my garlands fair, To cheer the human heart, But e'er I leave the blossoms there, They bid me thence depart. Oh, Time wilt thou not give to me Tl- It home for which I pine, Where fadeless love and gentle words May ever more be mine. Time then arose from his shady seat, The lovely stranger with joy to greet. Enchanted was he by the passing strain And kindly he bade her sing again. 140 Then the stranger sat 'neatli tlie willow shade, And the golden lyre in heanty played, And when the strains again were o'er As eehoes are heard on a snnnner gh'ore, He bade her rest in the ^^hade awhile And tell of the sadne.ss of her sweet smile. And why slie was seeking, like him, away Froin the hannts of men a peaceful day. "My name is Friendship," the stranger said, As she hung her Lyre above her head ; And the name was sweet to the ear of Time, As the melodies of the fadeless clime. And under the willow he clasped her hand As warm as the love of that distant land ; " Oh, Friendship, gentlest of all on earth, Why here in thy iieart does grief lind birth ?" " I lonir for a home wiiere no shade of care Can darken the light which is shining there, "Where I will never by hoarded gold Be bought for a day and at night be sold." Said Time, " I will grant thy retjuest to thee, If thou wilt oti'er a vow for me, To come to my grave when I expire And play my dirge on thy golden lyre." " I will come," said Friendship, with softest sigh, 141 ""And play o'er tlie tomb where thou slialt He, A dirge, for wliere millions are lowly laid, Thou wilt .sleep forever in death'B deep shade. And many shall rise to a ]v.;rer clime, When you lie dead in your grave, oh, Time C where can I find a peaceful liome Where tears of contumely may never come.'* " Go to the lowly and meek of earth, Where purest hopes in the heart 'lave birth. Where avarice chills not tiie talents given, To be returned to the King of Heaven. For whoever there shall seek for tiiee W^ill come with a heart from coldness free ; And thou may'st dwell through my future years, Where the highest boon is thy sacred tears. And seest thou, Friendship, this book I bear ? Unfading treasures are hidden there : And in this box are the sands of gold, Collected from wisdom in cloisters old. These treasures, long watched o'er by me, For thy golden lyre I'll give to thee. And when I shall pause by my grave to die, I'll return it to thee with my parting sigh, When I sink to rest in its holy strain, And never arise trom my couch again. Oh then canst thou sing to the weary and worn, Who are homeward from son jw, in beauty born, Of the angels who ever look down on thee. 142 As the guiding star, o'er life's bouiulloss sea. When seeking thy home, wlicre loved ones live, Open this book which to thee I give. And open this cnsket of Wisdom's gold ; And read from the volume brown and old. I love it indeed, for dear to niP. Has it been for many a century. 'Tis full of the deeds of the true and ^reat, Whose earliest years were in lowly state, Who rose from the humblest walks of life, As brave men should in the eager strife. And made themselves, and boldly stood In the foremost ranks of the wise and irood " "But what is that bright, attractive star On thy brow, oh, T-'me, that chines aiar. Which brighter seems than the light of day, And has such a pure and holy ray." " 'Tis the star of Hope," old Time replied, " 'Twas a gift when she became a bride ; And whenever thou art on life's wide sea, Its ra>s shall ever be bright to thee. I will place it now where the diamond shines, That came from the brightest, richest mines ; The lover of Hope gave this to me, And the name we gave her is Charity. This diamond, pure as the sunset ray, I will give to thee to mark thy \Vay ; Among the brightest in beauty set, 143 In friendship's rubied coronet. And this star shull ever tlie mantle fold '"^'er my breast by sroiiorations old." Then took he the lyre from the tree And sang to Friendsiiip a melody ; 'Twas a parting lay, though both aiiould be Companions still on his stormy sea. Then Friendship took the arm of Time Like an angel of love from the golden clime, And walked to the brow of a distaut hill And gazed o'ei- the o-ean broad and still ; And there they parted to seek 'mongst n^en Their haunts in the cai-es of life again. Now Time has the lyre and ever sings When night has nnfolded her shady mn