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DIAJWOHDS. 
 
 Vttvses foP the Adovning of 
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 MEliVlUliE A. SHAVER. 
 
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 THH WlTflHSS PHlfiTltia HOUSB, 
 
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.iccording to Act of the Parlia- 
 ment of Canada, in they^ar one.tnovs^nd 
 nine hiMidred iind two, by Melville A. 
 Shaver, at the Department of Agricul- 
 ture. 
 
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Dedicated to m Sisters B. and E. 
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE. 
 
 Many of tUe poems in this 
 book have appeared in Canadian 
 periodicals. The author, in hav- 
 ing these verses published, has no 
 desire to present a volume tor 
 critics, but has yielded to the re- 
 quest of friends to give them some 
 " heartfelt lays." 
 
 M. A. S. 
 West.mount, Que., 
 February, 1902. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 Diamonds 'Midst the Snow 17 
 
 Josepliine 19 
 
 The Sweetest Thing in the World 21 
 
 1 uo Day of Life 23 
 
 Baby Is Gone Away 26 
 
 God Is Here 27 
 
 The Old Fmday School at Home 29 
 
 A Thought at Even-tide 32 
 
 Granma an Ma an Me 33 
 
 Two Birds ^^ 
 
it! 
 
 xiv. COXTEXrS. 
 
 A Confession to Nature 38 
 
 Laugh and Run 39 
 
 It's Better to Smile "** 
 
 He Understandeth All 43 
 
 The Heavenly Home 4** 
 
 After a Romp With the Children 46 
 
 Am 
 
 Baby's Awake *' 
 
 An Ode to a Rose 48 
 
 The Light of Love ^1 
 
 Abiding Joy ^^ 
 
 " Next Door to God." "4 
 
 Obedience ^^ 
 
 Wishes : 59 
 
 A Song of Welcome 60 
 
 Look Up, My Brother 62 
 
 Music Everywhere 64 
 
 Gettin* Home Agen 66 
 
 Live On. My Friend 69 
 
COXTEXTS. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Jingle Bells 71 
 
 The Cross and not the Crescent 73 
 
 In the Height of Heaven 76 
 
 Home Jewels 78 
 
 Herein Is Love SO 
 
 The Comforter Is Come S2 
 
 A Rallying Song S4 
 
 The Spirit of Music HO 
 
 Love — The Interpreter SJ) 
 
 Drifting Into Night j^ 
 
 Some Better Thing ,,2 
 
 How Clarence Converses jjl 
 
 Christmas Bells „- 
 
 Gracious Words JO^ 
 
 Love in Bloom .^. 
 
 In Memoriam .^.^ 
 
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DIAMONDS. 
 
 Diamonds 'midst the Snow. 
 
 Like the gold among the clay; 
 
 Like the stars amid the dark; 
 Like bright blossoms in a park; 
 
 Shining on a winter day 
 
 'Neath the sun's serenest ray. 
 
 Sparkling with the purest glow- 
 Diamonds 'midst the snow. 
 
 Priceless jewels ! none can buy 
 Their most exquisite design; 
 Never was there hand so fine 
 
 As to gather them and try 
 
 Selling them for prices high; 
 
 Precious sky gems, droppe<l below- 
 Diamonds 'midst the snow 
 
 Radiant snowdrops, frail yet chaste; 
 
 Rays of sunshine crystallized; 
 
 Wayside glory, little prized 
 By earth's mortals In their haste 
 
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 DIAMOKPS 'MIDST THE SNOW. 
 
 After sparkles from mere paste: 
 
 Pearls of splendor, lying low- 
 Diamonds 'midst the snow. 
 
 Gems of whiteness, glist'ning clear; 
 Dazzling beauty, like the light 
 Glowing from a crystal bright; 
 
 Jewels of the atmosphere; 
 
 Regal emblems, rich, austere; 
 
 Earth with royalty aglow — 
 Diamonds 'midst the snow. 
 
( 19 ) 
 
 Josephine. 
 
 Josephine,— 
 
 A little queen 
 You are to me: 
 Your golden hair, 
 And sky-blue eyes, — 
 Two dreams most fair 
 
 Of Paradise; 
 Your laughter sweet, 
 And maiden feet 
 
 Dancing so; 
 Your tender grarc. 
 And angel face 
 Compel me, dear, 
 When drawing near, 
 To softly on 
 
 My toes to go I 
 
 11. 
 
 Josephine, — 
 
 A larger queen 
 You are to be: 
 
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 JOSEPHLWE. 
 
 Your golden hair, 
 And 8l:y-blue eyes, — 
 Two dreams most fair 
 
 Of Paradise; 
 Your laughter sweet, 
 And maiden feet 
 
 Dancing so; 
 Your tender grace, 
 And angel face 
 Win then compel, 
 I know full well. 
 Some knight upon 
 
 His knccH to go ! 
 
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(21) 
 
 The Sweetest Thing in the World. 
 
 The sweetest thing in this world that t know. 
 The sweetest thing that this world can see. 
 
 Is the simple smile of an artless child. 
 In the days when life, so blithe and free, 
 Just bubbles o'er with innoc*;nt glee. 
 
 In heaven I deem there are sweeter things. 
 That touch the heart with a tender thought. 
 
 But the sweetest thing to be found on earth 
 Is a pearl that need not far be sought, 
 Nor can it with choicest gold be bought: 
 
 'Tis the dimpled smile of a winsome child; 
 The cheery laugh from a merry heart; 
 
 The outward ripple of gladness within; 
 Love-buds of earth.— their leaves forced 
 To give the fragrance space to depart. 
 
 iipart, 
 
 That's the sweetest thing to unselfish miuds; 
 In it there's beauty our Lord admired; 
 
 In it there's teaching of cheerful content. 
 And pureness of thought, that are required 
 Ere we can enter the life inspired. 
 
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 22 THE SWEETEST THING IN THE WORLD. 
 
 If the greatest thing in the world is love, 
 Then love in bloom is the sweetest thing; 
 
 All charitable deeds are sweet and good. 
 But unconscious smiles that purely spring 
 From tender love are the sweeter thing. 
 
 More real than dreams, or perfumes of flowers; 
 Nearer than beauteous bows in the sky; 
 
 Purer and truer than human things seem; — 
 Oh: the laugh of a child can defy 
 All the cynics the world may supply! 
 
 Let's cease being old, and cease being sad; 
 Let's never fret nor be weak again, 
 
 While the fountains of youth are b'?niiiiis forth 
 Their spraying of joy, like summer rain, 
 To make all the old earth new again. 
 
( 23 ) 
 
 The Day of Life. 
 
 Much like a day, 
 This human way — 
 
 Its waking so sweet in the morn. 
 When the light's ray, 
 Making earth gay. 
 
 Shines o'er the old life weary worn. 
 
 Clear blue the sky, 
 As hours pass by. 
 
 Not even a cloudlet in view; 
 One little sigh. 
 Mother is nigh. 
 
 And lightens that shadow anew. 
 
 But soon there blows. 
 
 Every one knows, 
 Clouds burdened with storm from the west; 
 
 And gloom of woes. 
 
 Increased by foes, 
 Makes longed for the night and its rest. 
 
 Over the blast, 
 The sun at last 
 
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 THE DA Y OF LIFE. 
 
 Is beaming more bright than before; 
 
 Then darkness vast; 
 
 But faith's forecast 
 Sees dawning the day evermore. 
 
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( »s ) 
 
 Baby is Gone Away. 
 
 Baby is gone away 
 To-day; 
 Our hearts are beating sore: 
 Her little face no more 
 Will peep '>ehind the door. 
 Her little feet no more 
 Will patter on the floor, — 
 
 Baby is gone away. 
 
 Baby is gone away 
 To-day; 
 She's gone to be a star, 
 To roam in realms afar, 
 Where all pure spirits arc; 
 Where naught can come to mar. 
 E'en though the gate s ajar,— 
 
 Baby is gone away. 
 
 Baby is gone away 
 To-day; 
 Our home has lost its love; 
 No angel form will rove 
 
\\t 
 
 BAB Y IS GOXE A WA Y. 
 
 The halls or rooms above 
 As gently as a dove, — 
 No Joyous speech of love, — 
 Baby is gone away. 
 
 Baby is gone away 
 To-day; 
 She smiled, and then she went. 
 With angels heaven-sent; 
 And when our tears arc spent, 
 Our hearts will be content 
 To pass through yon sky-rent,- 
 
 Baby is gone away. 
 
( 27 ) 
 
 God is Here. 
 
 My lirothpr. Oo<l is hpre. 
 
 Not far away, but near; 
 His tender look beholds 
 
 Thee now. His love enfolds 
 Thee safe from every ill: 
 
 Lean on Him and be still. 
 
 My brother, God is here. 
 
 Dry now thine ev'ry tear; 
 His sympathy will quell 
 
 Thy grief. His speech will tell 
 All things are for thy best: 
 
 In Him by faith now rest. 
 
 My brother, God is here. 
 
 So banish all thy fear; 
 His strength will bear thee o'er 
 
 Life's wastes. What need you more? 
 His gentleness Is sweet. 
 
 His love is full, complete. 
 
 My brother, God Is here. 
 
 Here now and very near; 
 Look up, and let his grace 
 
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 COD /S HEMP.. 
 
 Illumine all thy face; 
 List to Him speak, and do 
 His biddings, kind and true. 
 
 My brother, God is here, 
 Thy mind of all else clear, ' 
 
 And let His presence be 
 In thee, and make thee free, 
 
 And pure and kind and strong, 
 And all thy life a song. 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 The Old Sunday School at Home. 
 
 When I sit in meditation in the quiet ev'ning hour. 
 And the witchery of fancy manifests its magic power. 
 Making all the place about me like a garden scene at night. 
 When the summer stars are gleaming, and the moonbeam's 
 gentle light 
 
 Makes the dew-drops on the roses glow like angel tears of 
 love, 
 
 And the vision so transcendent turns my joyous thoughts 
 above 
 
 Till some sound among the bushes interrupts my pleasing 
 muse. 
 
 And the noise my trembling fancy follows out among the 
 dews, — 
 
 Then I wander in the distance and survey some childhood 
 scenes. 
 
 Which regain their shape and beauty through the mist that 
 
 intervenes. 
 And I breathe new inspiration as I visit, 'midst the gloam 
 That one place of all the dearest-the old Sunday School' 
 
 at home. 
 
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 Though the night comes close about me yet I love to wan- 
 der back, 
 
 When the zephyrs softly sighing give the holy awe I lack. 
 
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 THE OLD SUM) A Y SC//COL A T HOME. 
 
 And beneath the moonbeam's glimmer and my mem'ry's 
 
 hallowed light 
 Scenes of other days surroimd me, and I view them with 
 
 delight; 
 I can see the red-brick chapel standing there beside the 
 
 road. 
 With the cedar trees that front it, where the singing-birds 
 
 abode. 
 And the wasp-nests on the windows, and the rose-bush 
 
 growing wild 
 Near the gateway where we gathered and our Sabbath 
 
 greetings smiled; 
 I can see the chapel basement, with its benches and its 
 
 map, 
 Where we boys and girls assembled, and the leader with 
 
 a rap 
 On his table got us quiet, so that soon the heavenly dome 
 With our songs and prayers seemed ringing,— in the old 
 
 Sunday School at home. 
 
 Oh! how holy seemed the Sabbath when we met in that 
 
 old school ! 
 Oh! how sacred was that basement, and in summer days 
 
 how cool ! 
 When the old folks would all gather there to have their 
 
 Bible class. 
 And the teachers, with the glory of devotion in their face. 
 Would hear verses we recitert. and then tell th^ story sweot 
 Of the love that sent fror. heaven its most pri^cious gift 
 
 complete, 
 And we boys would give our answers, telling what we 
 
 knew of Paul, 
 
THE OLD SUXDA V SCHOOL AT HOME. 
 
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 And of Daniel and his lions, and of Moses, John and Saul, 
 Till we felt an inspiration filling every youthful soul 
 As the music l)ore us upward on its ever-swelling roll; 
 Oh! the place seemed very holy when we read the sacred 
 
 tome. 
 For no critics ever entered the old Sunday School at home. 
 
 Rut the Sunday School is over, or at least it's not the 
 same, 
 
 For though some who then attended still have there en- 
 rolled their name, 
 
 Though the one who then presided with a tact both wise 
 and sweet, 
 
 Still each Sabbath with his Bible wends his way along the 
 street, 
 
 Yet there's new boys in the classes and new teachers 
 teaching there. 
 
 And the old friends are departed: some have sought a 
 western air. 
 
 Some have settled down and married, some have passed 
 to rest above. 
 
 And there's one that's gone out preaching, tellin.; moji the 
 Gospel love, 
 
 For he's ever truly grateful for that prophet's school of 
 truth, 
 
 Where he was so kindly nurtured and enlightened in his 
 youth, 
 
 And there's nothing so delights him when his ev'ning 
 
 fancies roam. 
 As to visit in the gloaming the old Sunday Scho(.l at home. 
 
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 ( 32 ) 
 
 A Thought at Even-tide. 
 
 A day is born; 
 Moves on from morn 
 To noon; from noon 
 To eve; and soon 
 Night is Its silent tomb I 
 
 A soul is born 
 
 A babe, forlorn 
 
 Of dress; then youth; 
 
 Manhood forsooth; 
 
 And age its perfect bloom I 
 
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 'Tis day-growth makes 
 Strong soul; this takes 
 The sunshine bright 
 Each day; thus light 
 Secures for darkest gloom ! 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 Granma an Ma an Me. 
 
 A WKK I.AD's TAI.E. 
 
 Granma an ma an me has heaps uv fun. you bet ' 
 •Course granma-she is old.-as old as she ken get 
 I' or all hur hair is grey, and wrinkles line hur face 
 An she wears spex. and knits, an kan't run me a race 
 An when its kold ur wet. granma don't like it much' 
 cause she gets roomatiz. an has te use hur krutch--- 
 An I don't like it. too. fer when its bad outside 
 I kan't go out te play, ur have my wagon-ride; 
 Yes. granma is more old than any uv us three 
 An yet she is so good, an kind, an sweet to me 
 We luv te have hur live with us In our nice house,- 
 Tho pa thinks mas-in-law ar useless as a mouse- 
 
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 An dresses fine has she.-much bettern you have seen 
 An .she has got sum hair she bought frum sum storo-man 
 An when she fixes me. an gets hur purse an fan 
 
 Walk out, you bet, an hip ! a jolly three are we ! 
 
 Granma an ma an me was to the park one day • 
 
 We tooked the 'lektric kar. an rode a long, long way 
 
 An then walked on green grass, an near .onm'tree^s* set 
 
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 graaXma an ma ax me. 
 
 When giannia skaifd us all, exklaimin' with a frown: 
 " O dear I that's just like me. my pai sol's on the kor !" 
 But ma said, "Well, there now : yet, fore he has gone far 
 The 'ductor'll see it, dear, an maybe keep it safe." 
 So Kranma didn't kry. fer I just made her laugh. 
 'Cause I thought she felt bad, an so we had a swing. 
 An saw the merry-round, and heard the organ sing. 
 An saw the cage uv bears, an monkeys eutin things. 
 An skratchiu uv themselves while sittin in their rings; 
 Then bands began te play, but granma said the noise 
 Was too much fer hur head, so we went where sum boys 
 Was ridin donkeys' backs, and ma put me on one. 
 An I pulled his old ears, an had, you bet, sum fun; 
 Then we all ate our lunch, an granma, ma and me 
 C:vme and got home again, as tired as we could be. 
 
 Granma an ma an me one uther day went out 
 
 To see our kuntry aunt, who's got a kind uv gout; — 
 
 Aunt Mary is hur name, an hur place is so nice, — 
 
 The kitchen-tables there an floors ar white as rice, 
 
 An flowers grow 'round the door, an apples in the lane, 
 
 An chickens run around an trample through the grain; 
 
 I stood an looked at things, an thought them all so fine. 
 
 When gn.nma came te hang sum klothes upon the line, 
 
 An told me I could play ur run out by the barn; 
 
 So I had lots uv sport,— I blew the dinner-horn. 
 
 An I knew how, you bet, to drive the horses when 
 
 My uukle hitched them up to go to work again, 
 
 An then at night I brought the cows up frum the field. 
 
 An fed the hungry pigs, that yelled, an yelled, an squealed, 
 
 An hunted up the eggs, an got them all, you bet. 
 
iJ/^AXA/A AX At. I AX M/:. 
 
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 •Cept Where there sat a hen, that kl.uke.l. an seon.erl te 
 
 An after we had tea. granma an nia an me 
 
 Caaie way. with our old hearts as glad as they co,.!,l bo. 
 
 Granma an ma an me ha.s got a pony-hor.se. 
 
 An little pony-cart 
 
 An when we liitch him ii 
 
 pa got us tliem uv course- 
 
 P. sum days we take a drive 
 
 AroMnd to see the homes where all the big folk.s live - 
 I^r we re just small, us three, we ain't no big at " 
 An though wo pa.ss right by. an do 
 
 all; 
 
 Tis Jino. you bet, te see 
 
 n't go in te call. 
 
 Which seem, indeod. te 
 
 iich parks, an trees, an thi 
 
 IJut then we would 
 
 be quite good enough f.r k 
 
 nK.^ 
 
 ing.s: 
 
 ■C:u: 
 
 ■:e oun; i.s nice nn small 
 
 An they ain't got 
 
 lit give our homo fer theirs, you bet 
 
 an pi says theirs has dpl)t 
 
 no swing, ner granma like we've L'ot 
 
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 Iha 
 
 or any aunt with gout, ner pony-horse te trot - 
 granma an ma an me has lots uv better fun 
 
 any biggor foli 
 
 fiut ma says we miiy not 
 
 ics wJiat lives beneath tli 
 
 e sun; 
 
 For granma's (aught a kold 
 
 go driving oul :ignn. 
 
 Yet doctor-man— h 
 
 in suffers much wi(!i 
 
 Has got as iin* 
 
 e says that granma. ma an m.. 
 a horse as over he did see. 
 
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 ( 36 ) 
 
 Two Birds. 
 
 Two little birds lived in a tree. 
 One was as happy as could be: 
 
 Chirping at morn, ^ 
 
 Singing all day.— 
 
 For birds are born. 
 
 It seemed to say, 
 To make earth glad with their sweet song, 
 And help the cause of joy along. 
 
 
 But one bird did not sing its song. 
 It sat and felt fhat all was wrong: 
 
 Nothing to eat. 
 
 And chased by boys, — 
 
 It would not tweet 
 
 Its tree-top joys, 
 So hopped about from morn till night. 
 And sighed: " O dear ! I'm weary, quite. 
 
 Its little mate, tormented too. 
 Would chirp a warning note or two. 
 
 And then fly 'way 
 
 Where berries grew, 
 
rtfO BIK'DS. 
 
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 And be quite gay 
 
 The whole day through.— 
 E'en stars, which 'mong the leaves could peep, 
 Oft heard it singing in its sleep. 
 
 Though shadows came and hid the sky. 
 And one little bird did naught but cry, 
 
 One still would sing 
 
 Its joyful song; 
 
 For this woi'ld bring, 
 
 It thought, ere long. 
 The light again, and help to cheer 
 The birds around so filled with fear. 
 
 As time went on, a king one day 
 Was wanting birds, and came that way 
 
 In search of those 
 
 Of merry note; 
 
 As you suppose. 
 
 And all would vote. 
 He took the joy-bird to his home. 
 And left the gloomy one alone. 
 
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( 3S ) 
 
 '••m 
 
 A Confession to Nature. 
 
 I'll say that though a Rardened phice 
 Enclosefl my youth, I oft forgot 
 To love your ways, because I souj^hl 
 
 In printed books all good to trace; 
 
 Attending close and hearing more, 
 
 And seeing how upon the shore 
 
 And o'er the land is scattered lore. 
 More rich in thought than lettered word, 
 And sweet as flower or so .g of bird, - 
 
 I grow to love thee more and more. 
 
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 Kiltl 
 
 o ono: 
 
 Hoi I and play. 
 
 ^■'•K J'.nd shfait; 
 H«('(i no fray. 
 
 Have no doubf. 
 Havr> your fun. 
 
 Littl 
 
 ono. 
 
 'n the 8iin. 
 
 II. 
 
 I-J^iigh and rui 
 
 LittI 
 
 e one: 
 
 Itomp and Jump, 
 Spring and peep; 
 
 Heed no bump, 
 As you leap. 
 
 Hav 
 
 e your fun. 
 
 I-<ittle one, 
 In the sun. 
 
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LAUGH ASh KUS. 
 
 III. 
 
 I^ugh and run. 
 
 Little one: 
 Up anil down, 
 
 To and fro; 
 Heed no frown 
 
 As you go. 
 Have your fun. 
 
 Little one. 
 In the sun. 
 
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( 41 ) 
 
 It's Better to Smile. 
 
 It's better to smile than to frown; 
 
 It's better to wait than to weep; 
 It's better to win a bright crown 
 
 By climbing, though lofty the steep. 
 Than to lUoIl in jjlooni on the enrtli— 
 
 Downcast 'midst the shadows and tears, 
 And Judging all Innocent mirth 
 
 Unfit for celestial ears. 
 
 It's better to sing than to moan; 
 
 It's better to run than to lag; 
 It's better through life to have sown 
 
 Bright thoughts that give cheer, than to brag 
 Of having made others to feel 
 
 Their error and weakness of mind- 
 it's better the good to reveal. 
 
 It's better the goodness to find. 
 
 It's better to cheer than to jeer; 
 It's better to love than to hate; 
 It's better to trust than to fear. 
 For the sun can never be late, 
 But will rise on the coming morn- 
 No matter how black be the night- 
 Transforming the heart that's forlorn, 
 And filling with comforting light. 
 
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 /7\S BETTER 10 SMILE. 
 
 It's better to praise than to blame; 
 
 It's better to hope than to faint; 
 It's better to help than to shame, 
 
 It's better to make no complaint; 
 It's better to give than to take; 
 
 It's better to work than to mope; 
 It's better to now undertake, 
 
 Than 'midst denser darkness to grope. 
 
 It's better to throw all your ills, 
 
 Your sorrows, your griefs and your chills. 
 Into one of the sun's bright beams; 
 
 And wherever its glory gleams,— 
 It's better to dwell in that place, 
 
 •Till the light's transfiguring grace 
 Removes all your passion and strife, 
 
 And reveals you the sweeter life. 
 
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( 43 ) 
 
 He Undcrstandeth All. 
 
 Wlun my life is overshadowed by some confronting ill 
 Aad the darltness deepens 'round me, and sorrows thmiir^ 
 me thrill, 
 
 I uplift my trembling fancy to know if God is near 
 An.i tlie loving glam-o He gives mo all;iyr, my oveiy iV..r 
 For He understandeth all. 
 
 Yix, llv ini>ln)>taiitlrfli all, 
 
 ■ \nil He lim.cth ir/iui I rtill, 
 r»,- Ilh !,nvf „i„l hmirr lorr nrr iraMnth from ahon; 
 Ami ir/mti'ir inai/ be my ;„irf //,- ,foth snni 
 
 i'lir He iiiiihrntaiiilffh all. 
 
 mv sir',1 nlirf. 
 
 When amid the day's engagements my spirit flutters wild 
 As with life I grow Impatient, like some precocious chlU] 
 
 ^^hose young, eager soul desireth to try the gre-iter taslv - 
 Im constrained that hour for comfort His aid to gonilv 
 ask, 
 
 Since He understandeth all. 
 
 When my plans are all defeated, and hope gives up its jn t 
 And. discouraged with my losses, I pause to think nml 
 rest, 
 
 And see all the imperfection of love in what I've done.- 
 Then I marvel in my sorrow how I've grievo.l the I'lnlv 
 One, 
 
 Yet He understandeth all. 
 
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 44 
 
 HE UNDER'iTANDETH ALL. 
 
 Yes, He understandeth all, 
 
 And He hcareth when I call, 
 For His great and tender love ever iratchcth from above, 
 And tchatv'er may be my grief He doth send me sweet relief, 
 
 For He understandeth all. 
 
 Though the way by which He leads me winds through the 
 valley drear, 
 Where the birds are never singing their songs that help 
 to cheer, 
 But the mists enwrap about me their shroud of dark despair. 
 And the nlght-chlU creeps upon me to make me parish 
 there. 
 
 Still He understandeth all. 
 
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 Though I seem to follow closely the vision bright I see, 
 Which Is leading to the hill-tops where life Is grand and 
 free. 
 Yet iny Maker understandeth the frailty of my frame. 
 And He knows I yet shall triumph through the virtue of 
 His Name, 
 
 Yes, He understandeth all. 
 
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 Oh! He understandeth all. 
 
 And He hcareth ichen I call, 
 For His great and tender love ever tcatcheth from above. 
 And whate'er may be my grief He doth said me sweet relief,. 
 
 For He understandeth all. 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 The Heavenly Home. 
 
 When dawns the glad, supTnal day. 
 
 And night fore'er is gone; 
 When shines the light of purer ray. 
 
 And life's hard task is done; 
 Then clad in warm, eternal love. 
 
 Where shadows never come, 
 We shall midst sylvan splendors rove 
 
 Within the heavenly home. 
 
 When wearied feet have trod the vales 
 
 Where clinging cares abide, 
 They shall at length, when ardor falls. 
 
 Ascend the mountain side, 
 And gain not merely spectres grand, 
 
 Where faith's fond fancies roam. 
 But earth-torn feet shall some day stand 
 
 Within the heavenly home. 
 
 There prayerful spirits, entered in 
 
 Where all is peace and praise. 
 Their long-expected glory win, 
 
 And through eternal days 
 Commln?le with angelic choirs, 
 
 Which fill the holy dome. 
 And swell the song with soft-strained lyres, 
 
 Within the heavenly home. 
 
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 ( 46 ) 
 
 After a Romp With the Children. 
 
 I. 
 
 After a romp with the children 
 
 My frame is all aglow: 
 The weariness all is gone, 
 
 For the pulse that was Ix ting slow 
 Has quickened itself to a run, 
 
 To catch at the setting sun 
 
 The little ones in their fun: 
 My health is ruddy again. 
 
 And sleep is easy then, — 
 After a romp witli the children. 
 
 II. 
 
 After a romp with the children 
 
 My soul is all aflame: 
 The fretfulness all is gone. 
 
 For the faith that was weak and lame 
 Has quickened itself to a run, 
 
 To catch at the setting sun 
 
 The little ones in their fun: 
 My joy Is ruddy again, 
 
 And rest is easy then, — 
 After a romp with the children 
 
( M ) 
 
 Baby's Awake. 
 
 Baby's awake \ 
 Run, dear, run ! 
 
 Hasten, and speak 
 To the little one : 
 
 "Mamma! Mamma!" 
 " Yes. yes, dear, 
 
 Mother is coming?. 
 Mother is near ! " 
 
 "Mamma! Mamma!' 
 
 " Yes. my pet, 
 Just a minute. 
 
 Do not fret ! ' 
 
 Baby's awake ! 
 
 Run, dear, run ! 
 Hasten, and speak 
 
 To the little one ! 
 
{ 48 ) 
 
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 An Ode to a Rose. 
 
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 Sweet rose, I've brought thee here, 
 
 Because the day so drear 
 
 And dull has been to me; 
 
 And when I chanced to see 
 
 Thy leaves of tender hue, 
 
 A secret longing grew 
 
 Within my weary soul 
 
 To have thee to console 
 
 And give my spirit cheer; 
 
 So rose, I've brought thee here. 
 
 11. 
 
 How fair and sweet thou art, 
 Regaling all my heart 
 With fragrance soft and fine. 
 And thoughts that are divine I 
 Hew slender are thy leaves, 
 And yet what wealth there cleaves 
 Of beauty round their veins ! 
 How strange what grandeur reigns 
 About thine every part ! 
 How fair and sweet thou art ! 
 
AN ODE TO A ROSE. 
 
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 III. 
 
 And yet thou art so meek,— 
 So 'frald that men may speak 
 Of graces thou dost wear. 
 A blush of shame doth glare 
 And redden all thy face, 
 Lest there should be disgrace 
 Of giving thee the praise 
 For strength of sunny days: 
 God's love thy hues bespeak. 
 For thou are modest, meek. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What dreary days thou'st seen : 
 What storms ! What tempests keen : 
 What clouds have hid the sky. 
 Till men have thought to die ! 
 But thou didst then impress 
 Thy tender, sweet caress 
 Upon their fainting sense, 
 And heal by thine incense. 
 How strong, how sweet, serene, 
 Through dreary days thou'st been ' 
 
 V. 
 
 And rose is thy sweet name ! 
 Thy sweet would be the same 
 If thou aught else were called. 
 But since thou art Installed 
 In human hearts by this, 
 
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 AN ODE TO A ROSE. 
 
 I prize its sweeter bliss, 
 For in my youth I learned 
 To love what men discerned 
 To have a fragrant fame,— 
 It was, sweet rose, thy name. 
 
 VI. 
 
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 Fair flower, thou dost help me 
 Both chaste and true to be I 
 In thee I read the truth 
 Of an eternal youth: 
 Oh ! that my life like thee 
 A blossom pure may be. 
 Outbreathlng perfume sweet 
 Whose tender good will greet 
 The faint, whoe'er he be I 
 Fair rose, I'd be like thee ! 
 
 VII. 
 
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 Sweet rose. I love thee well I 
 With me thou must now dwell I 
 For though thy leaves will sear, 
 Since I have brought thee here. 
 Yet when they rust away 
 Sweet fragrance still will stay 
 About their faded form. 
 And will my heart reform,— 
 To virtue will compel. 
 Fair rose, I love thee well ! 
 
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( 51 ) 
 
 The Light of Love. 
 
 Men know they are evil, my brother 
 
 Hon't tell them aught more .obout sin- 
 Don't speak of the world and its faHurPs 
 
 Don't keep up the Immoral din; 
 But try to be better, my brother. ' 
 
 And try to live better yourself 
 And you'll soon find the man who sees vo„ 
 
 !• or shame will do better himself. 
 
 Men know they are burdened, my brother 
 
 Don t tell them aught more of distress- 
 Don't speak of life's sorrows and losses 
 
 Don't mention new wrongs that oppro^..; 
 iiut bear your own crosses, my brother, 
 
 And lighten all others you can 
 And you'll soon find that men are happy 
 
 Because you have followed this plan. 
 
 Men know of the darkness, my brother 
 
 Don't tell them aught more of despair- 
 Don t speak of despondence and anguish. 
 
 Don t mention the hate and the fear- 
 But give them the sunshine, my brother 
 
 The light of your love and your joy 
 And you'll soon find the world is brighter 
 
 And songs are its sweetest employ 
 
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 Abiding Joy. 
 
 On certain days, when nature seems 
 To gather all her beauteous beams 
 
 To make a season bright. 
 We revel in fair skies till cloud 
 Appears, o'erspreadlng llk*» a shroud. 
 
 And darkens our delight 
 
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 At other times, when pleasures thrill 
 The sense of man and lure his will 
 
 From reason's soft command. 
 We revel with our joys and friends- 
 Forgetting, oft, amusement tends 
 
 To mock the soul's demand. 
 
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 For weary months of honest toll 
 In tilling the uncultured soil 
 
 Of youth's ambitious mind. 
 There comes a crowning day of rest, 
 Although its joy is but at best 
 
 A theory, self-defined. 
 
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 For patient years of time well spent 
 In scattering sunshine as one wwnt 
 Along the mortal way. 
 
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ABIDING JOY. 
 
 S3 
 
 About the memory will entwine 
 Forget-me-not8. whose breath divine 
 Porfumea life's autumn day. 
 
 There Is a place where dwells a Joy. 
 Whose constancy naught can destroy: 
 
 'TIs In the soul made white 
 Through Jesus' blood: abiding there. 
 The Spirit helps our vision share 
 
 The bliss of Heaven's delight. 
 
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( 54 ) 
 
 •• Next Door to God." 
 
 In .Irru3alem, two lady mliwlonarlps, Miss 
 Dunn anil MiM Uobprts'n. had a coiy li il» 
 home named "Hethel." Tbls •'Bclhrr* was 
 a phu'.' of practical sympathy. A little grl 
 was Fint to this home to ask the kind la 
 dies t.i Kill on a t^ick aemon. TlJe child, 
 w'hfn return ig, was anked where Ae had 
 tren, and b< ing unable ' . remember name* 
 Boid: "I b-ivo been to re the two Udlet 
 who llvo next doir to God." She ha 1 hearsl 
 some on<' say that they lived very near the 
 Lord. 
 
 On the street of Jeaus in Je: usaU'in town. 
 In that eastern land of sa* red renown, 
 Two sisters live in a home so lowly. 
 Yet filled with t'le llRht of love so holy, 
 l iiat the people speak 
 
 In tones o'erawed, 
 Of those who are living 
 " Next door to God."' 
 
 The name of the place, where the sisters are living 
 Their Mastei sent life of fragrant alms-giving. 
 Is " Bethel, the ».ime as that piuc- of old. 
 Where one. worn weary with grlevings untold. 
 
NEXT DOOR TO GOD" 
 
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 At night laid himself 
 
 On the sacred sod. 
 Which seenied to him 
 
 ■ Next door to Ood." 
 
 These HiiKels of " Uethd," incarnate and lovely. 
 As Jacol)-s.,.i.n spirits wen holy and lovely. 
 nrinK blossinps u . omforting cheer and good will 
 To lives that are lonely and Had until 
 
 Such blessings are bronght them 
 
 i'y ones who have trod 
 Tl:o regions that neighbor 
 Next door to iod," 
 
 What connspKs of truth, what viPiuns if he.iven. 
 What strengthening sympathy ♦ ver is given 
 
 To those wh«. are straying in paths of distress; — 
 U hat sooth i' ;.s of promise what words that bless,—' 
 In lightening the strolt.- of 
 
 Affliction's rod; — 
 What good We may do if only we're living 
 ■ Next door to God !" 
 
 Hi other where are you living? Very near the I^ird" 
 Do you lean on His breast? Do you feel throigh the Word 
 His bosom of promise, Hii^ throbbing^ of iLou-Iit 
 l>o you know that He's ne.r. or must He i.e sought 
 As one whom your darkness 
 
 Of mind has outlawed? 
 Are you seeking a dwelling- 
 ■' Next door to God?" 
 
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 : 
 
 Obedience. 
 
 , ..H„ mother «»lth unto the servant. 
 Whatsoever Ho salth unto you. do It. 
 John 2: 5. 
 
 His minutest wish should be 
 Lovingly performed by thee; 
 To your Saviour King be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you. 
 Do it! 
 
 Let thy soul be very still. 
 That the whispers of His will 
 You may perfectly fulfil; 
 To your Priestly Prince be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you. 
 Do it! 
 
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 Disobey yourself, your friends; 
 Disobey your passion's trends; 
 Disobey whatever tends 
 To mislead to evil ends; 
 To vour risen Lord be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you, 
 Do it! 
 
OBED/EiVCE. 
 
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 Falter not, stand every test; 
 To obey Him that is best, 
 Leave unto thy God the rest; 
 If you are Jehovah's guest, 
 Magnify His least behest; 
 To your Bridegroom friend be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you, 
 Do it! 
 
 You need not to understand 
 All about the Lord's command; 
 By faith Abraham did stand 
 By the altar, where his hand 
 Rose to slay, with courage grand. 
 His only son at God's demand ! 
 To your Soverign Guide be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you, 
 Do it! 
 
 Households, servants, children — all. 
 Bound by duties great and small, 
 Hearken to your Saviour's call; 
 Let his wisdom gruide you all, 
 Let his love-power you enthrall. 
 For his yoke can never gall 
 Like the beast-chains in the stall; 
 To your Master Christ be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you, 
 Do it! 
 
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 OBEDIENCE. 
 
 O'er thy pathway's full extreme 
 Let HiS word-light brightly beam. 
 Shining where things darkest seem. 
 Showing where His footsteps gleam; 
 If you'll let Him, Ho'U redeem 
 From all worldly glare and dream. 
 And reveal you, gleam by gleam. 
 All the heaven of love's extreme: 
 To your coming King be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you. 
 Do It! 
 
 All the hours of every day 
 Spending in this blessed way; 
 Learning how to watch and pray. 
 Learning better to obey; 
 Letting Jesus be thy stay 
 O'er the roughness of the way; 
 Safe within His fold to stay. 
 Where the pleasant pastures lay. 
 Where you cannot go astray; 
 To your Shepherd Lord be true: 
 Whatsoe'er He saith to you. 
 Do it! 
 
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( 59 ) 
 
 Wishes. 
 
 " I wish I was a man," 
 Said a boy at play, 
 
 With curly locks, like Kold 
 On a summer day, — 
 
 " I wish I was a man, 
 Old and strong and wise." 
 
 II. 
 
 ' I wish I was a boy." 
 
 Said a man one day, 
 With hoary locks, like snow 
 
 On a winter day,— 
 " I wish I was a boy. 
 
 Young and blithe and good." 
 
( 6o ) 
 
 A Song of Welcome. 
 
 (Tune, Juanita.) 
 (Suitable for a Boys' Banquet.) 
 
 Hark ! Hear our greeting. 
 
 Guests and friends within this hall; 
 Fond hearts now beating. 
 
 Welcome one and all. 
 Friendship's joy awaits you, 
 Health and cheer you may renew. 
 Gladly thus we greet you. 
 
 Let your heart be glad. 
 
 Welcome! We greet you! 
 
 Joyous 'iiay your meetimj be! 
 Welcome! Happy welcome! 
 
 Let your joy flow free! 
 
 Hark ! Hear our greeting. 
 
 Boys and sons and parents true; 
 
 Fond hearts now beating, 
 Spnak their love to you. 
 
 
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A SONG OF WELCOAtE. 
 
 6l 
 
 Merry may your banquet be, 
 Happy be your lives and free. 
 Full of hope and charity. 
 Let your heart be glad. 
 
 WcUttmf! We greet you! 
 
 Joyous may your meeting he! 
 Welcome! Hapiiy tcelcomc! 
 
 Let your joy flow free! 
 
 iMit. 
 
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 { 62 ) 
 
 Look up, my Brother. 
 
 Look up, not floint, my brother; 
 
 For if you watch above, 
 You've grace to help another — 
 
 You've strength and lifting love. 
 Around you in temptation. 
 
 Discouragement and strife; 
 Below is sore vexation, 
 
 Above is peace and life. 
 
 Look not h'himl, my brother, 
 
 To glory o'er past foes; 
 Sin, lurking there, my bi'other, 
 
 May bring again its woes. 
 Forgetting things behind you, 
 
 Upward pressing ever, — 
 Thus may each moment find you 
 
 Making best endeavor. 
 
 Keep looking up, my brother, 
 
 And never look aerofitt 
 To criticise some other. 
 
 Who tries to bear his Cross. 
 The world unnerves his striving — 
 
 It watches, frowns and jeers; 
 You may, by faults conniving, 
 
 Make light his load of fears. 
 
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LOOK UP, MY BROTHER. 
 
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 Keep looking up. my brother, 
 
 And never look »hhU", 
 Earth's pleasures, gains, my brother. 
 
 Leave you unsatisfied. 
 Be free from fleeting world-things. 
 
 Be free— desire them not; 
 Your Saviour promised "all thing.s"; 
 
 Ix)ok »\K and faUer not ! 
 
( 64 ) 
 
 Music Everywhere. 
 
 There's music in the morning air. 
 
 Music in the night; 
 There's music making everywhere, 
 
 When the spirit's right. 
 
 There's music in the children's glee. 
 
 Skipping by the way; 
 There's music in the roaring sea,— 
 
 Merry waves at play. 
 
 Theree music with the buzzing bees, 
 
 Singing in the flowers; 
 There's music in the forest trees,— 
 
 Windy, leafy bowers. 
 
 '^here's music In the little stream 
 
 3ubbling by the way; 
 T are's music in a healthy spleen. 
 
 Cheering gloom away. 
 
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MUSIC EVERYWHERE. 
 
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 There's music where you think there's none. 
 
 'Cause you have no ear; 
 There's music in the setUng sun, 
 
 Music in a tear. 
 
 There's music in the thunder-roll.— 
 
 Sunshine's rainy ruin; 
 There's music written for the soul,— 
 
 Love.— it's perfect tune. 
 
 
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 ( 66 ) 
 
 I I 
 
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 M A 
 
 Gcttin' Home Agen. 
 
 Thers meny kinds uv pleasur thet human splruta know: 
 Thera joy thet much resembles a streamlet's merry flow, 
 An raptures intermittin. like patches uv the sun 
 Thet gleam akross yer pathway a moment then ar dun; 
 Thers wealth an fame an beauty affordin gladness too, 
 An musik's soft enchantments thet make yer splrut new; 
 Delight ther iz eternul in things thet God hez made,— 
 In sunlit sky and brooklet, in field and forest glade;— 
 So pleasurs ar abundant, yet sum folks sit an frown, 
 Unmindful thet rich mercies ar always kurain down; 
 An tho te flfhke selekshun iz hard when flowrs ar fair, 
 I'm goin fur onct te ask u to jest be bold and dare. 
 An look o'er all life's pleasurs, and frankly tell me then. 
 Ef eny hez a rapture like yettm' homi' aycnf 
 
 When wun hez bin long absent frum Scenes uv childhood 
 
 days. 
 An hears but very seldum uv them fur whom he prays, 
 An finds the kares of offis fast tellin on hiz health 
 Since livin in the city pursuin ways of wealth; 
 An when wun midst the masses finds little uv thet charm 
 Which lingers in the orchard an lanes upon the farm, 
 Hiz heart gits often weary, hlz fancies often roam 
 
GETTIN HOME ACEN. 
 
 07 
 
 About the haunts uv childhood, a.H,ut the dear old* home- 
 
 tSI; .. \ " ^'"' ''" '"'• ^''^ '^'•'" « "^'^hter face 
 Than «uch a mortal turnln toard the homestead place •> 
 Upon the street wher people te train ar hurryin by " 
 
 A bein more delighted ur fearless ken u spy" 
 
 He 71 ^"T '°°': '' '''""'*"■ '^"" «"^»> « '»°^^>'« when 
 He hastes along rejoicin at Mini' ho,„raf,n,. 
 
 Full meny years ar numbere«l. ur maybe jest a fe^ 
 Since thet old place wuz grlvln a luvin last review 
 Yet time hez brot itz changes, and these he thiniis abo.it 
 When sittin near the winder In reverie devout 
 Klose watchin all the kuntry the train iz passin thro; 
 But tho strange things hez happened, which he kannot 
 undo, — 
 
 Tho mother's voice iz silent, hur earthly toils all o'er 
 An hur sweet face an welkum he misses at the door; ' 
 An tho no dinner-parties ar held az years ago 
 When aunts and unkles. kuslns an uther folks." u know 
 Wud kum an spin their stories an eat the stearain guse. 
 Thet always tasted better with sparklin apple-juse;- 
 Yet Dixie" calls the brakesman, an fore u ken kount ten 
 The train iz stopt. and swum wun sez: " fhtfh,' homv 
 nucnf" 
 
 An friendship's cheer enlivens the kottage midst the grove. 
 
 Fur wun within the circle relates what he hez seen 
 
 An satisfies the Interest thet listens long an keen;' 
 
 An then the agin father pokes up the flre a bit 
 
 An draws hiz chair up kloser. an when the son hez quit 
 
 He keeps the talkin goln. an tells about the boys 
 
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 68 
 
 GETTiNt HOME ACEN. 
 
 An how thet haulln kord-wud near all their tinw employs. 
 
 An apeaka about elekshuna. until with wun akord 
 
 They Bay they'll bev sum checker., an sum one glU the 
 
 board; — 
 So paaaea all the evnln. an then they rest till morn. 
 When off they go Inapectln the applea an the com. 
 An Uke a drive te offls along the old road when 
 Sum neighbor* pass an sey: 'Well ! yer ^mw home ntffN,' 
 
 An to the visit prospers and pleases more than wun, 
 Fur e'en the old dog Nero enjoys the human fun. 
 Gay hours ar spent In shootln at rabbits down the laae. 
 An after dinner go they te see how much he's welghln; 
 An when the supper's ended they gather all around. 
 An wun plays on the ornan. and slngin makes a sound ;- 
 Then In sum early morniuK he sez " Good-bye." an sterU 
 Out to'ard the little stashun. an leaves behind the hearts 
 Whuse luv iz ever with hjm when he U back at work;— 
 But time brings greater changes, for wun day with a jerk 
 He hears his father's dyln.-whlch makes him sort uv 
 
 roam 
 Thro after years, till weary, he starts agen fur home. 
 An at the gate of heaven hiz dear wuna meet him when 
 They sing and gladly welkum hiz yettin' home ayen. 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 Live on, my Friend. 
 
 I think, my friend, you may .w well »o 
 on livlns. There arc aweetg In life bctt. r 
 than all your dreama. Vou will find them 
 r-rab.ibly when you *ea». bulld.u* - aatUa 
 for youraelf. and bejrln to aecuro Joy. b! as- 
 inK and help for otherw— p. U. Moyor, In 
 I "A Mesrtiago for the DUa.ppolnted." 
 
 Live on, my friend, live on; 
 
 Faint rot beneath your gloom; 
 The darkness which you moan 
 
 Reveals the jonder bloom 
 Of 8^".: vt gleam with hope 
 W • n' . horoscope. 
 
 Thinlv not you've toiled in vain; 
 
 Fear not what seems defeat; 
 Be resolute and gain 
 
 What morning summits greet 
 Your dew-besprinkled eyes. 
 Fresh turning to the skies. 
 
 Life's gain Is in Us loss; 
 
 You have what you have spent; 
 You stand upon the dross 
 
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 70 
 
 LIVE ON, MY FRIEND 
 
 Of castles you have dreamt, 
 And catch the vision free 
 Of better things to be. 
 
 • 
 
 A love divine and wise 
 Encircles all your ways; 
 
 God's angel lowly flies 
 Before your passing days, 
 
 And gilds each sad surprise 
 
 With gleams of Paradise. 
 
 Live on, my friend, live on; 
 
 Behold about you still 
 Great honors to be won, — 
 
 New beauties which will thrill. 
 And crown with constant bliss 
 A life that ne'er shall cease. 
 
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( 71 ) 
 
 Jingle BeHs. 
 
 The word, of this .ong are adapted to 
 U^e melod, of the .le.rt^ng-.on^,. -jingle 
 Eellg I, Silver-toned bells are rung m 
 
 cZi^^"'"' .""' '""''' '' approbate for 
 Christmas eattrtainmenta. 
 
 The Christmas time has come. 
 
 It comes just once a year, 
 Ad(1 always in the home 
 
 'Tis a time of cheer; 
 The bells so gladly ring, 
 And birds so cheery sing 
 O what joy it is to hall the peace the angels bring! 
 
 Jinylr bvlh! ./i,i,,i,- Mis! 
 •rnnjlc all the day! 
 'fiut/lr, jh,f,h; jimjh; ji,i„h; 
 'fin!,h' brlh! ,/h,>jlc hrfl-s! 
 •Hiiylv all the miy! 
 O what Joy it iff to hail thr 
 
 jlinilv as yon xiiiy! 
 
 Itfurr thr aiiyiLs briny! 
 
 Rejoice with us to-day, 
 
 Rejoice in Christ our King, 
 Cast all your grief away, 
 
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 JINGLE BELLS. 
 
 Give thanks in everything; 
 The bells so gladly ring, 
 And birds so cheery sing, 
 O what joy it is to hail the peace the angels bring! 
 
 JinyU hells! Jingle bells! 
 
 Jiiiylc all the day! 
 
 Jinyle, jitujle, jinyle, finifle, jinf/le as you sing I 
 
 Jingle hells! Jimle bells! 
 
 Jingle all the tray! 
 
 O irhat joy it is to hail the iteacc the angels bring! 
 
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 Malce bright these days of cheer, 
 
 Let sunshine sweet come in. 
 And now another year 
 
 With gladness let's begin; 
 The bells so gladly ring, 
 And birds so cheery sing, 
 O what joy it is to hail the peace the angels bring! 
 
 Jingle bells! Jingle bells! 
 
 Jingle all the rf«:// 
 
 Jingle. )ingle. jingle, jingle, jingle as you sing! 
 
 Jingle bells! Jingle bells! 
 
 Jingle all the tray! 
 
 ichat joy it is to hail the iwuve the angels bring! 
 
( 73 ) 
 
 The Cross and not the Crescent 
 
 If through yon Oriental lands beyond the sea 
 Where r'ows a sunshine warm and free 
 
 Outbrlnging from the fertile soil what tropi; fruit 
 May best the taste of mortal suit 
 
 And lilies fine, and flowers In fashion' that their balm 
 Is borne upon the breezes calm 
 
 "^^ Val'^^f r' °' ""^'"^ ^°^ ^'•^"'^«^' '"'"^ «°d Vine 
 Make picturesque fair Palestine — 
 
 If ever through yon fragrant clime i; heard to swell 
 A song the praise of hearts to tell 
 
 ^""'aL')^ ^rl*r '^^' «""o«nds their human sphere 
 And for the Christ whom we revere 
 
 As King and Giver of all mercies there and here- 
 If yonder souls are ever glad and free. 
 The standard there uplifted then must be 
 The Cross and not the Crescent. 
 
 ??ow r w ''"' ^^' ""''''' ^^^'•^ «"-«•• streams 
 Ann ? fJ"? '° ^^'"^^ *^^ landscape dreams. 
 And give their secret strength to verdures that adorn 
 
 A scene which rivals Eden's morn - 
 If all yon Oriental land is to become ' 
 
 A Paradise, where but the hum 
 
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 THE CROSS AXD XOT THE CRESCEXT. 
 
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 Of voices musical Is heard, and where no sound 
 
 Of tyranny or fear Is found. 
 Nor sight Is had of indolence and shameful ways 
 
 That quick debase whoever strays 
 Within their paths of moral sloth, but where is seen 
 
 A company of saints serene. 
 Enjoying full love's benedictions sweet and clean,— 
 
 If yonder Christ becomes a living tree, 
 
 The standard there uplifted then must l)e 
 The Cross and not the Crescent. 
 
 If e'er the beauty of those plains is matched by glow 
 
 Of holy lives, from which will flow 
 Bright psalms of praise, as sweet as fragrance flowers can 
 breathe, — 
 
 If e'er the records men bequeath 
 Of noble deeds, in bravery done, to make their land 
 
 A heritage of freedom grand,— 
 If e'er such strivings after good and civic right 
 
 Are written clear, in records bright, 
 Of men whom Islam rules with rod of Iron and hate,— 
 
 If e'er stern evils do abate. 
 So that true righteousness may purely spread abroad 
 
 O'er all yon lands as o'er their sod 
 The lilies fair are spread, whose Incense pleaseth God,— 
 
 If yonder e'er there's end of tyranny, 
 
 The Lamb and not the Beast must worshipped be. 
 The Cross and not the Crescent. 
 
 If e'er yon holy places and surrounding lands, 
 
 Where wandered once Jehovah's bands. 
 And where disciples of the lowly Nazarene 
 
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THE CROSS AND NOT THE CRESCEA'T. 
 
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 Proclaimed a truth and peace serene - 
 If yon localities, oer which the feet of God 
 
 In loving ministry once trod. 
 Are ever made to lose their barrenness in things 
 
 Divine, and glad again faith sings 
 The songs of David's confidence, and Christian joys 
 
 Replace the dull and heathen noise 
 That sounds afar from Minarets of Mosques, and greets 
 
 vour gentle ears along strange stree ta 
 Where poverty in saddest plight for aid entreats - 
 
 If yonder there is e'er sweet liberty, 
 
 The standard there uplifted then must be 
 The Cross and not the Crescent. 
 
 But If the Cross is e'er upraised in Eastern lands.- 
 
 If 'midst those smitten souls It stands 
 Outpouring all Its balm of love and light divine. 
 
 The Crescent first must cease as sign 
 Of haughty tyrant's rule, which binds in servile feir 
 
 Men superstitious though sincere 
 Who for foul fealty they must swear'dare not give heed 
 
 To freer forms of kinder creed; 
 And If the Crescent's e'er displaced, our Britain must 
 
 Her battering-rams of freedom thrust 
 Through yonder walls of wretchedness, and end the reign 
 
 Of cruelty and bloody stain, 
 And give those people culture's creed and laws humane - 
 
 If yonder e'er there's true prosperity. 
 
 Our Britain soon must make the standard be 
 The Cross and not the Crescent. 
 
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( 76 ) 
 
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 In the Height of Heaven. 
 
 " Is not God in the height of Heaven ? ' 
 Job aa: la. 
 
 In the height of heaven, 
 
 Untrammelled by care, 
 Where the bright orbs circle,- 
 
 Jehovah is there: 
 Supreme and immortal, 
 
 The Sovereign of all, 
 In tenderness heeding 
 
 The sparrow's fall. 
 
 In the height of heaven. 
 
 Exalted is He; 
 In the light eternal. 
 
 Unbounded and free; 
 And yet how beholding 
 
 And patient his love. 
 E'er watching and sending 
 
 Help from above. 
 
 In the height of heaven, 
 Jehovah, my King, 
 
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IN THE HEIGHT OF HEA VEN. 
 
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 'Tis but right that to Thee 
 My praise I should bring; 
 
 And help me, I pray Thee, 
 Sustainer above. 
 
 To ever behold Thee 
 And worship in love. 
 
( 78 ) 
 
 
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 Home Jewels. 
 
 " A quiet home," the lady said, 
 Who held on high her haughty head. 
 And drew aside her silken robes 
 For fear of filth or street microbes; 
 
 " A quiet home is ours, you know. 
 For we have neither girls nor boys 
 To mar our peace with childish noise." 
 
 When thus she spake, 'twas then I felt 
 As though my heart in shame would melt, 
 Because her woman soul seemed lost. — 
 Her sympathies benumbed by frost 
 
 That fell from skies of worldliness, 
 And she on childhood sweet had cast 
 The venom of this bitter blast. 
 
 O God, how can this thing be true? 
 Give me instead the happy view 
 Of babe with face as round as moon, 
 Who drums the table with his spoon. 
 
 And children in their youthful glee. 
 Whose sounds about the fireside place 
 With joy light up the parent face. 
 
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HOME JEWELS, 
 
 For what is home unless it be 
 
 A throne, where at the mother's knee 
 
 The children bow In loving quest 
 
 To know of God what pleaseth best? 
 
 And look into her queenly face. 
 And when she sitteth down to rest 
 These jewels nestle on her breast. 
 
 Is that a home where quiet dwells? 
 Where shout, where laughter never tells 
 The presence bright of romping feet, 
 That stumbling run in haste to greet 
 The father weary from his toil? 
 Is that a home whose halls of state 
 Are trod alone by titled great? 
 
 God give us homes and mothers true ! 
 Whose hearts the smiles of youth renew, 
 Whose treasures are the blossoms sweet 
 That bloom about their human feet. 
 And ripeu with a tender grace. 
 God give us homes that are content 
 With joys of childish incident! 
 
( 80 ) 
 
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 Herein is Love. 
 
 " Herein It love, not that we Mred Ood. 
 but that He lov«d us, and aent His Son 
 to l>e the propitiation for our iIdi."— 
 I. John 4: 10. 
 
 Was there ever in your life 
 Time of peace and happiness, 
 
 When you. looking, saw the strife 
 Making other's comfort less? 
 
 And you left your home, your all. 
 
 Just to save that one a fall? 
 He came to save ! 
 
 Have you ever lived to help 
 
 Some one near you, some dear friend, 
 Whom you knew had need of help. 
 
 Which your heart so longed to lend? 
 And you meekly bore his scorn. 
 Though your love grew patient- worn? 
 He lived to save ! 
 
 When they understood you not — 
 
 How your purpose meant their gain; 
 You were slighted, evil thought. 
 
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HEAEM IS LOVE. 
 
 Wounded aorely, put to pain; 
 In that moment— «arthly lou. 
 Did you die upon your crou? 
 He died to save ! 
 
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 Since you've risen with the Lord, 
 Triumphed o'er your lower life— 
 
 Living now on His sweet Word, 
 Perfect peace, though sUll some strife; 
 
 Are you anxious, day and night. 
 
 Straying men may find the Light? 
 He pleads to save! 
 
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 The Comforter is Come. 
 
 The Paraclete proceeding 
 From Father and from Son, — 
 One Deity on high, — 
 With love all loves exceeding. 
 Has graciously begun 
 My soul to satisfy. 
 
 Yes, the Comforter is come! 
 And Oh! Jiow sweet to rest. 
 With Him abiding near; 
 He shoiceih trhat is best. 
 And days are nerer drear, 
 Since the Comforter is come! 
 
 This Advocate is pleading 
 So tenderly with me, 
 To give Him full control; 
 And I am all conceding. 
 That He may Sovereign be 
 And Shepherd of my soul. 
 
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 Tes, the Comforter is come! 
 And Oh! how sweet to rest. 
 With Him abiding near; 
 
THE^ COMFORTER IS COME. 
 
 He Hhmcvth irhat is best, 
 And nirh'H are neirr drear 
 ^"ItMvc the vomfortn- in come! 
 
 This Helper whom I'm heading 
 
 Is gently leading me,— 
 
 His love can never fail- 
 
 When trials come impeding 
 
 My pathway, bright and free 
 
 His comfortings prevail. 
 
 Yes, the Comforter is- vome' 
 And Oh! ho,r sweet to rest, 
 ^Vith Him abiding near; ' 
 He shotreth what is best. 
 And days are never drear 
 ^inve the Comforter is vome! ' 
 
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( 84 ) 
 
 A Rallying Song. 
 
 Rally, brothers ! Let us stand 
 
 Undivided, hand to hand; 
 Marching now against the foe, 
 
 Bravely let us forward go ! 
 
 Long has evil had its reign. 
 Causing terror, v. ant and oain;— 
 
 Silently its cruel command 
 Has murdered children of the land. 
 
 Mothers, weeping as they roam. 
 
 For their once glad "home sweet home,"- 
 Weeping where we see them not. 
 
 Know the woe strong drink has brought. 
 
 Rally, brothers, for the fray ! 
 
 Hear the call which comes to-day 
 Sounding down along the line: 
 
 " Shoulder arms against the wine ! " 
 
 All our planning in the past, 
 
 All our efforts now, at last. 
 Find some prospect of success; 
 
 God will bless our faithfulness. 
 
A HALL YING SONG. 
 
 85 
 
 See! the present has its hours 
 Filled with duties justly ours; 
 
 Daily let us take our stand, 
 Firm for home and soberland. 
 
 Rally, brothers ! Let us stand 
 Undivided, hand to hand; 
 
 Marching now against the foe. 
 Bravely let us forward go ! 
 
( 86 ) 
 
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 The Spirit of Music. 
 
 In my room I sat one morning. 
 
 Birds were singing in the sunshine; 
 Children's glee, the day adorning. 
 
 Seemed flooding earth with joy divine; 
 And. as I listened pensively, 
 
 Awaiting strains of heavenly kind, 
 My soul was filled with melody. 
 
 As window-harp sings in the wind. 
 
 Across the street the rapture came. 
 
 Some heart there bubbling o'er with song 
 Began to play an old refrain. 
 
 That always makes to troop and throng 
 From out some Paradise of sound 
 
 Those unseen messengers, which fill 
 The soul of man with tune profound. 
 
 And capture oft his untamed will. 
 
 'Twas " Saviour, more than life to me," 
 She softly played, and listening there. 
 As " Clinging, clinging, close to Thee " 
 
 Came floating out upon the air, 
 I seemed to le-l the trembling strain 
 
THE SPIRIT OF MUSIC. 
 
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 In sympathy with those sweet words, 
 And I in truth could not refrain 
 My heart's desire drawn heavenwards. 
 
 It may have thrilled me, too, the more — 
 
 A tender thing, not out of mind, 
 Because I read somewhere before 
 
 The author of those lines was blind. 
 For knowledge of the circumstance. 
 
 E'en though the case demands our care. 
 Too oft doth lend pathetic sense. 
 
 And thus our pity is laid bare.. 
 
 It may have helped to thrill me, too — 
 
 A memory sacred, all my own, 
 When she was suffering, passing through 
 
 Affliction's trial, and nearing home. 
 My mother loved those precious words. 
 
 Requesting us to sing them oft. 
 And when she left us— afterwards 
 
 We still would sing them, low and soft. 
 
 These notes, that come to us betimes, 
 
 Are only echoes which we hear 
 Of minstrelsy and sweetest chimes — 
 
 The music of the heavenly sphere. 
 Ah ! could we but control these strains. 
 
 These soulful sounds strayed from above. 
 And make them dwell in earth-built frames. 
 
 We'd have a mighty force for love ! 
 
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 THE SPIRIT OF MUSIC. 
 
 But, we must be contented, dear, 
 
 'Midst earthly vales, if we but are 
 Permitted now and then to hear 
 
 These notes of Paradise so rare, 
 And, by their sound of true accord, 
 
 Endeavor daily to attune 
 Our low-strung instruments in chord 
 
 With symphony we may play soon. 
 
( «9 ) 
 
 Love — The Interpreter. 
 
 The best Interpreter of God and men. 
 
 And words and works of theirs must ever then 
 
 Be love from heart of thine; 
 And that interpretation is most true. 
 And will 'mongst men the grandest mission do, 
 
 Which love has made most fine. 
 
( 90 ) 
 
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 Drifting Into Nij|ht. 
 
 The storms of passion fierce 
 
 Break o'er my Inner ?*e, 
 All clouded is my sky 
 
 By elemental strife; 
 So that amidst the gale 
 
 My spirit starts with fright. 
 At thought that I may be 
 
 Drifting into night. 
 
 Not sleeping 'midst the storm. 
 
 Benumbed by raging blasts, 
 But waking, watching how 
 
 The tempest black o'ercasts 
 My firmament of soul, 
 
 Outshutting starry light, 
 Till, helpless, lost, I seem, 
 
 Drifting into night. 
 
 The roaring billows lash 
 Each other in their fray, 
 
 The angry winds despoil 
 Me with the tossing spray. 
 
DRIFTING INTO NIGHT. 
 
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 Till vision clear ih gone, 
 And steering to *be right 
 
 I feel my bark keeps on 
 Drifting into night. 
 
 When rages worst the storm 
 
 The demon called despair 
 Sets up his mocking howl 
 
 To swtil the tempest's glare. 
 Till terrors wild and strong 
 
 My soul with anguish smite, 
 As storm-flends roar my doom,- 
 
 Drifting into night. 
 
 But then a light appears, 
 
 A presence bright I see. 
 And lo, a voice commands 
 
 Th' 'oubled, tossing sea 
 To p' d, and rescues me 
 
 From drifting into night, 
 And henceforth pilots me, 
 
 Drifting into light. 
 
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 ( 9a ) 
 
 Some Better Thing. 
 
 I Qod having prorlded •otne better thing 
 (or uj.— 'H«brewi 11:40. 
 
 Some better thing the Lord provides 
 
 For cravings in my soul, 
 Than worldy Joys and creature prides 
 
 And gaudy pleasure's role,— 
 Some better thing His love provides. 
 
 Some bettn- thiny ! Kome whrr thing ! 
 
 My jmviouH Lord proridrH; 
 Some truer thiiuj ! Some yrumler thiny ! 
 
 Ho in His tender lore my irrnry soni abides 
 
 Some better thing the Lord provides. 
 
 When human comforts fail; 
 When darkness all the sunshine hldos, 
 
 And fears and doubts assaiU — 
 Some better thing He then provides 
 
 Some better thing the Lord provides. 
 
 When foes provide despair; 
 Who in His mercies sure confides 
 
 Will more than sororws share. — 
 Some better thing ills love provides. 
 
SOME B£rTEli THISG. 
 
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 Some better thing the Lord provides. 
 
 When pain oppreueth life; 
 Some better thing with Him abides. 
 
 Than teafs and woe and strife.— 
 Some better thing the Lord provides. 
 
 Htmr hrtfrr thitifi ! Some hrUjhtrr thiiuj ! 
 
 Mil imriuuH l.urtl itrorMrn; 
 Some Hinrter thhiy ! S'tme hrinrnli/ thin;/ ! 
 
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( 94 ) 
 
 How Clarence Converses. 
 
 A bright boy, three yars old, In a home 
 where I was ataylncr, had many wonderful 
 things to show and ask me. He sn.lMvored 
 to be polite, but couM not speak very plain- 
 ly. He would attract my attentloi^ by 
 commencing always with " Tay, Milte 
 Tascr" (Say, Mr. Shaver). His funny r«p- 
 etition aC this phrase suggested this poem 
 in his honor. 
 
 " Tay, Milte Taaer,"— 
 
 Thus begins 
 A little lad, who always wins 
 Attention to his smallest needs, 
 More than the great to their great deeds. 
 By lisping innocence that pleads 
 
 Most tenderly. 
 
 " Tay, Milte Taser, 
 
 Wilt 'ou get",— 
 And then a pause, and huge regret; 
 " Tay, Milte Taser, icilt 'ou buy 
 Me cars and twain f" And then he'll sigh, 
 And wait my promise in reply 
 Quite eagerly. 
 
HOW CLARENCE CONVERSES. 
 
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 " Toy, Milte Tancr, 
 
 Did 'oil see 
 The 'libber ImoU yob boiiyht for iiief 
 I'hc nhoicrd 'cm to my Auntir Nvm; 
 'Ook, Milte Tuner, 'err in 'em."— 
 And holds his foot up with a 'hem,' 
 
 Quite joyously. 
 
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 •' Tau, Milte I'axer, 
 
 I tiax (jot — 
 Tay, Milte Taser, I has out 
 Tiro little kittien, hltiek and 'itr. 
 We brinyed 'em home the oyer tiiyht," 
 Thus he exclaims in his delight 
 
 Quite merrily. 
 
 " Tay, Milte Taser, 
 
 I 'ould like,"— 
 (He seeks this time, I fear, a bike,) 
 *• Milte Taser, yet me nobbies, 
 Wilt 'oiif" True I've heard of hobbies. 
 But what's this? He asks for nobbies. 
 Most urgently. 
 
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 " Tay, Milte Taser, 
 
 These 'ere tiiee 
 Has 'ittle tails, that look so niee," — 
 He said one day when home I brought 
 Some candy mice, which jumped if caught 
 By 'lastic tails, — o'er which he thought 
 Quite musingly. 
 
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 HOIV CLARENCE CONVERSES. 
 
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 " Tav, Milte Taser,"— 
 But some one 
 Calls him,— 'tis mother calls her son. 
 And with his promise ' 'ight back ' sends 
 Him with a message, but some friends 
 He meets, with whom two hours he spends 
 Quite playfully. 
 
 " Tay, Milte Taser,"— 
 
 This and that, 
 Whate'er he's working, looking at; 
 Securing all the help he can, 
 And showing me his every plan. 
 Till my heart loves this little man 
 Quite fervently. 
 
 " Tay, Milte Taser, 
 Is 'ou goin' 
 Way off to leave us 'ere alone t 
 Is 'ou, Milte Taserf'—A sigh 
 Did tremble through the quest, yet I 
 Said ' Yes, good-bye,' and he, ' Dood-bye,' 
 Most mournfully. 
 
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( 97 ) 
 
 Christmas Bells. 
 
 A song for children's entertainments. 
 
 Tuneot ne^ro melody, "Hear those bells." If 
 silver-toned bells are rung in the chorus, this piece 
 is very popular when sung by younger scholars of 
 the Sunday School or mission. 
 
 This is our Christmas jubilee, 
 Another year has gone; 
 
 We wish you every hapipness 
 In the year about to dawn. 
 
 Cnonf.s. 
 
 Hear those bells! 
 Don't you hear those hells? 
 They're ringimj out the ijlonj of our Kimj; 
 Hear those hells! 
 Joyous Christmas hells! 
 
 Aecept the rlniiiiitj, siuf/in;/, dhif/iuf/ cheer thry 
 briny. 
 
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 CHRISTMAS BELLS. 
 
 Each Sabbath day we come to school, 
 
 Our teachers we obey; 
 And through the week we try to live 
 
 As they point out the way. 
 
 — Chorus. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 Our superintendent we all love. 
 
 He is our shepherd Icind; 
 He seeks to lead us to the fold 
 
 Which Christ in heaven will mind. 
 
 All. 
 
 Yes, we all love each other here, 
 
 We're happy, as you see; 
 And when we reach the home up there 
 
 We'll join in the great jubilee. 
 
 — Chorus. 
 
 These Bethlehem bells ring out good news,— 
 
 Good will and peace to men; 
 They first rang o'er Judaea's plains. 
 And hark ! Hear them ring again. 
 
 — Chorus. 
 
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 Each day anew these heavenly bells 
 
 Are ringing in the air; 
 They tell of joys where Jesus dwells,— 
 
 Of joys we all may share. 
 
 
CHF/6TMAS BELLS. 
 
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 C1IORU8 i-'OR LA8T VEUHE. 
 
 Hear thouc Mh! 
 Don't you hear thoHV Mint 
 They're ringing out the glory of our King; 
 Hear those belltt! 
 Hupity New Year heUx! 
 
 Avre/tt the ringing, ainging, dinging vheer they 
 bring. 
 
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( loo ) 
 
 Gracious Words. 
 
 Gracious words the Lord hath spoken- 
 Pardon, peace to sinful men; 
 
 Tender guidance hath he promised 
 For our feet o'er worldly ways; 
 
 Words of wisdom, when the perils 
 Thick surround our narrow path; 
 
 Soothing words for every sorrow 
 That may give our spirit pain; 
 
 Gentle words for all our failings, 
 
 When our weakness causes shame; 
 Helpful words that whisper courage, 
 When the heart feels faint and vain; - 
 
 Plossert vert's cf innpiratlou 
 Which reu'jvv t'le soul wichir. 
 
 I'o a holier aspiration- 
 Heaven's goal to enter "I>.-, 
 
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( lOI ) 
 
 Love in Bloom. 
 
 In spring sl>e dug and cleaned her groAnd, 
 
 And sowed her little seeds; 
 Soon after pretty flowers were found — 
 
 The envy of the weeds. 
 
 Her neighbor smelt their fragu uce sweet, 
 
 She saw their beauty grow; 
 Her discontent was soon complete — 
 
 She longed to have them so. 
 
 One day she went and asked for some — 
 
 A few to scent her room; 
 The planter gave them saying: " Come, 
 
 I'll give you seeds that bloom. 
 
 " These flowers, when taken from their soil. 
 
 Can only live a day; 
 Secure the seed, with little toil, 
 
 Have flowers, tot you may." 
 
 
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 LOVE IN BLOOM, 
 
 She got the seed, and till next spring 
 
 Learned all about its care; 
 Now she has flowers that make birds sing, 
 
 And others deem so rare. 
 
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 Dear ones, who teach and speak and pray 
 That love may dwell in some cold heart, 
 
 Let's bloom this love In acts each day. 
 Whose grace will lasting joy impart. 
 
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 Let's bloom this love, as Jesus did, 
 And cultivate a fragrant flower; 
 
 Then men tJII seek and quickly bid 
 The Gospel seeds of such sweet power. 
 
( I03 ) 
 
 In Mcmoriam. 
 
 Line* on the death of a cousin. II. H. W.. who 
 died May i-th. i803. aged »$ >«»"• 
 
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 We scarce can realize the truth 
 This life's the spring of life beyond. 
 Till one among us, loved and fond. 
 
 Has ceased from earth in early youth. 
 
 Somehow we then do realize. 
 Though mists of sadness gloom our hearts, 
 This life is not complete, but starts 
 
 Existence far above the skies. 
 
 One day I met upon the street 
 A man bowed down with age; of years 
 A hundred near he'd seen, yet fears 
 
 Had he of heaven, of death to meet. 
 
 It seems to me a better fate 
 To die in youth with simple trust. 
 Than hopeless, crumbling back to dust. 
 
 The aged frame seeks out its mate. 
 
 
 
IQ4 
 
 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 II. 
 
 A kindly heart withal had he, 
 Unselflflh, honest, frank and gay,— 
 Like sunshine of a summer day, — 
 
 Dispersing cloud so easily. 
 
 Sometimes the outward life decievts, 
 Our actions give us wrong intent; 
 Misunderstandings soon relent. 
 
 And friendship helps, where folly grieves. 
 
 My friend who's sleeping, resting now, 
 Needs not this feeble praise of mine; 
 About the memory can entwine 
 
 Forget-me-nots, his acts did sow. 
 
 Besides, I heard him often say, 
 Appreciation's flowers should bloom 
 In life, not o'er the senseless tomb, 
 
 Where fragrance only wastes away. 
 
 He liked to play this noble strain 
 Upon the moral harp: Speak praise 
 To those whom you at heart do raise 
 
 Aloft as good, who give you gain. 
 
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