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"Thy Statutes have been my songs in the house of tny pilgrimage." Entered according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa, in the year One Thousand ^ight Hundred and Ninety-nine, by Llewellyn A. Morrison. PRINTERS : Lawson & Jones, London, Canada. ^ THIS VOLUME Is published at the solicitation of many people, diverse in education and occupation, of many lands, and yet, each, no doubt, a child of the great Ali-Father. The Author maic with tliee." Beloved of Jesus, ^o fortli and God speed tliee ! Be swift in His name till tlie end of the days ! Let Christ — the great Leader, Omnipotent — lead thee, His Kingdom thy boust and His Glory thy praise : Arise and be doing ! Above and around thee The ranks of the rai""-'^>med hi panoply [eem : Be valiant ir service For Jesus 'lath crowned thee A servait of many, To save and redeem. To action ! Delay not Thy mission, salvation ; The grace of thy gomg each gateway unbars ; Win souls for the day of the King's coronation ; The ones who turn many shall shine as the stars. O, haste thee, nor tarry ! Stay not for the morrow ' Jehovah, our God, thy defence and thy might ; Bear light into darkness and joy unto sorrow ; Be firm and be fearless for truth and the right. O, faint not, nor falter, though burdens oppress thee : Thy buckler and shield— the immaculate Word : His power and the spirit of conquest possess thee ; Thy watchword forever, — The world for the Lord. Jfaitb s J[;ibors» "Dut n» many ns received Him, to them Rave lie power to become tlic sons of Ood, even to them who believe on His name." Wonderful promise ! Bejzotten of love ! Freif^litecl with bountiful life from above ; Fresh as the flowers in the May- mantled sod ; Old as the purpose and pleasure of God ; Promise of pardon and healing for me ; Promise of heirship, my fellow, for thee , Promise all fragrant of childhood and home, Care and protection and keeping to come ; Promise of peace that is deep as the sea — Hid from the tempest — for thee and for me ; Promise for all if they only believe,— All who will Christ the Redeemer receive. Promise of holiness, freedom from sin, Cleansing and infinite pureness within. Sons of Salvation, adopted by blood. Chosen and sanctified children of God. Jahveh, our Father ! what glories unfold ! Broader to-day than in Zion of old ; Broader for this, that the human hath grown, And standeth, bare-browed, by Eternity's throne. This is the fulness and measure of bliss ; He hath nor higher, nor greater than this ; White with Omnipotent favor aflame, "Even to them who believe on His name." Cbe Comforting (BIjrbt. the Comforting Christ and the wealth of His Grace ! 1 marvel His love is so broad ! Nor angel the bound of His bounties can trace, — 'Tis wide as the fulness of God. 1 dream of the glory ; 1 ponder the life ; My heart feels the thrill of His "Come !" Though toss'd in the turbulent tumult and strife, 1 know He will shelter me home. The Comforting Christ hath the light that 1 need ; Though shadows encompass the way, I dread not the darkness ; His word is my creed ; He never will answer me 'Nay !" ; His Spirit in me is a lamp to my path — I walk in the light of His Throne ; I fear not His frown nor the doom of His wrath, For 1 am beloved and His own. The Comforting Christ hath the power for my soul, Omnipotent, perfect and free, And strange though it seem, He hath said its control Is vested (O wonder !) in me. The discords of sin-confused matter shall cease ; Time's vibrant unharmonies end ; He speaketh, and Lo ! at His word there is peace ; This Christ is my brother and friend. The fruits of the Spirit, untrammell'd by law, He sendeth, all free, from above ; The virtues I need His Omniscience foresaw — Faith, purity, goodness and love. I praise Him for pardon, for cleansing from sin ; His promise, for me, hath sufific'd ; I know I am safe and at last shall go in To abide with the Comfortine; Christ. spirit Wxmn. The Spirit hath windows, and out of these My Spirit, within, doth her seeing ; The tint and the tone of the vision she sees Depend on this law of my being. The ego of me, like the seed in the core. The breath of the Lord did begin it- Hath life, the pure essence immortals adore, Abiding, Creator, within it. God knoweth, 1 know, — He loveth, 1 love, — He doeth and 1 do — in measure ; My kinship to Him by these powers 1 prove ; Through them I see Him, by His pleasure. The highest 1 know is the nighest to God ; Thence viewing, my spirit discerns ch The light impearl'd lands where but angels have trod For fulness of vision she yearneth. 1 see what God doeth by that which 1 do : Sin seareth my vision to dim it. And fettered to finite conditions below, I comprehend but to my limit — Yet, still, when I love Him for what He hath done, He Cometh, beside me, a Brother, And lo ! the white rays of His own Royal Throne And Holy of Holies 1 gather. 10 C§t mmj is so itiifibtful. Sing, my soul ! Sing hallelujah ! Raise in song to God above, Glad hosannas and adore him For His wondrous grace and love. Sing and praise Him ! Hallelujah ! How the light breaks from His word That makes living so delightful In the service of the Lord ! Chorus. For the way is so delightful ! Yes, the way is so delightful ! Sing, my soul ! 'tis so delightful In the service of the Lord ! I was once a bitter alien In the darksome ways of sin, And I did not know or love Him Who had died my soul to win. But the Spirit wooed and won me Into beautiful accord : Now tis always so delightful In .he service of the Lord. I am happy each glad morning. All my being sings His praise Every moment I'm rejoicing In the favor of His ways. Now 'tis pleasure to obey Him, And the joy His gifts afford Makes each duty so delightful In the service of the Lord. II fuviti). 'Though your sins be as scarlet. They shall be as white as snow." Blessed be the Lord for His love, Measureless and boundless and free ; Coming from His bright throne above ; In His mercy, dying for me ; Scarlet were my sins in His sight ; Bitter was my heart by their woe : 1 am ravish 'd now with delight For He maketh whiter than snow. Whiter than the snow ; Whiter than the snow ; Blessed be the blood of the Lamb, For it washeth whiter than snow. Freely in His kindness. He gave Pardon unto me for my sin ; Not alone He glorieth to save. But to cleanse and keep pure and clean. O, the quickening power of His blood ! Pureness, joy and strength from it flow ; Sinners, to the likeness of God, Swift He maketh whiter than snow. Whiter than the snow ; Whiter than the snow ; Blessed be the blood of the Lamb, For it maketh whiter than snow. So 1 go from grace unto grace — Rising by the might of His word ; Seeing in the light of His face All the perfect love of my Lord Higher than the Heavens for my need ; Far away beyond what 1 know Up to holy heights doth He lead — Whiter, ever whiter than snow. Whiter than the snow ; Whiter than the snow ; Blessed be the blood of the Lamb, For it washeth whiter than snow. i 12 ^°^^n°'^«w ^°l^^ *^^ "'P''!'? *'''*' "«^ Kave His only begotten Show thee love ? Love, was Jesus Coming from above : That was love — Perfect love of love. For the truly good, a friend Might even dare to die. But 'twas sinners, aliens, rebels Brought Him from the sky. In His heart was grace, Glorified, Craving, yearning, serving, burning To redeem the human race. Love, in deed ? Was the dying Christ For mortal need. What of creed ! Love's divinest deed Which Eternity alone Shall understand and laud. Was the cross He bare to win Humanity to God : When our Day's-man died, Crucified, All the gates of life and being Were forever opened wide. Love in bloom ? Wa- the Shiloh Rising from the tomb : Sharon's rose hi its beauty glows. Reconciliation Was provided when he died— By His resurrection Are believers justified. So His saints adore : O'er and o'er Ring the heavenly hallelujahs- Love is crowned evermore. \xmt tijt %ax^ from tl)t (Jpartl^. When the fragrance of springtime— From the valleys ascending — Is the anthem of praise From the flower-mantled earth, All the brightness and beauty And loveliness, blending. Add the joy-songs they know To the music and mirth ; Then the love-trills of bird-life With the harmonies measure ; Then the fir-tassels sing To the cones of their grace ; While the woodlands tell truly, In chorus, their pleasure, All the green, waxy willows Their runes interlace ; All the fair fountains sparkle ; All the rills join the praises ; Every wavelet that breaks On a sea-way or shore Is a note in the anthem Which blithesomely phrases Mute Nature's delight In the Lord, evermore. Shall the hymns of the ransomed Not environ the glory ? Or the mortal — immortal By grace — not rejoice ? Let the dumb tongues by "Tema" That stifle love's story Break forth in the June And give gladness a voice ! 14 (Suibanxc. When Israel out of Egypt came, By night and day, o'er desert way, hi pillar'd cloud, with heart of tlame, Jehovah's presence did abide And lead His people safely on, — 'Mid burning sands, past alien lands — Till sundered Jordan saw the dawn Whose eve found all on Canaan's side. Majestic brightness, from within, Flash 'd through the cloud, whose robes did Divinity, from eyes, by sin [shroud Unfit to view its light, unveiled. What kindly Fatherhood and care. By love concealed, and yet revealed ! Jehovah doth with his mortals share The gifts, by highest lore unsealed. What exercise of love-won trust ! Our God knows best, and rise or rest Doth each proclaim Him wise and just And watchful for His people's need. For all His tender mercies move : They-soon or late-who serve and wait, Shall reach the "Canaan" of His love— For all His guidings thither lead. Conduct us on our desert way ! Each shadowed night be Thou our light! Enshelter us each weary day. Until we over Jordan come And reach the land of corn and wine. And hail the King-with rapture sing And praise the Leadership, divine. Which brought us out of bondage, home. 15 Sbbc Jftast jof ^a\iL " Come, for all thingrs are now ready." From the word a message pealing, All the wealch of heaven revealing, And the Father's grace unsealing. O'er the world hath llown : — Tell the wideness of salvation. Till each heart and home and nation, In divine re-consecration, is Jehovah's throne. Chorus. Come ! for Jesus claims thee ; Come ! the Spirit names thee ; Bring for truth Thy fervent youth, While holy zeal inflames thee. Lo, we come ! all talents sharing ; Time, nor gifts, nor service sparing ; In His name all burdens bearing ; Every heart His throne. O, the wonder ! mortals waiting, Doubting, fearing, hesitating ; All his loving-kindness hating : Jesus still the same. Pardon, Peace and Life inviting ; Gladness, Rest and Joy delighting ; Mercy, in her life-book, writing Every sinner's name. O, the sweetness ! pure, unending ! Christ, an enemy befriending ! Every pauper-soul attending. May His welcome prove ; May go in v/here praise resoundeth, Dwell where harmony surroundeth And the bliss of God aboundeth, At the feast of love. ' "^Vn i'J;'''k°'' ?,"■'' ,","1° °?V'''' "'^ ■''°"1 of n>y 'ord shall be bound in the bundle of life with the Lord thy God." . . " And ye are complete in him." Herald it forth to His praise ! Jesus, my Lord, can it be I shall be bound At the end of the days In a bundle of life with Thee ? Life will be Thine, Pure life will be mine, And love, as a girdle, our lives will entwine. Laud I the infinite grace, Lifting me up to Thy side ! Granting my soul In Thy presence a place — Not a gift or a favor denied ; Life like Thine own — As white as Thy throne— And as chaste as eternity ever hath known. Bound in a bundle with God ! What a translation and gain ! Now I am under, Thy grace and Thy rod, In weakness and peril and pain- Held— the Word saith— In bondage to death. And life a lent mystery lock'd in a breath. Then ! Thi'ill with rapture, my heart ! I— once a sinner — shall be Like Thee and know Thee And be where Thou art. And have life, in its fulness, with Thee. Death shall have run His race and be done — Thy dying such life for my soul shall have won. 17 Do you ask me where our loved ones are Whom we hid in the tomb's concealing ? They are safe in a beautiful land, and fair Beyond our song's revealing : We are toss'd in strife. They abide in life ; Our home is by theirs enfolden ; Some day we'll pass To the heavenly place Through the pearly gates and golden ; With joy, unite With the saints, in white, By the pearly gates and golden. Do you understand the Father's love And the fulness that abideth For every one in the home above Where our beloved hideth ? There is freedom, broad As the mind of God, And never a gift witholden ; And life and light. For the souls made white. Through the pearly gates and golden; Some day we'll come To the heavenly home By the pearly gates and golden. Join in the carols the children sing ! Come up to the realms elysian ! In the Pardon-land when the belfries ring The soul hath a double vision : Like a land of dreams All the round world teems With a glory, grand and olden ; On ev'ry side Where the vales divide There's a pearly gate and golden ; For heaven is near And shineth clear Through the pearly gates and golden. I.) (L'astcr |icl(i5. ' Easter bells ! Glad Easter bells ! Ring your " Silver Jul "ee !" Earth's redemption-chorus wells In your matin mtlody ! Breaks the light o'er lands afar. Long in Error's sodden sway; Rolls apace the tones which are Heralds of millennial day. Peal with joy for Easter morn ! Golden glory gilds the sky ! Once, the Son, of Mary born. Born, — for human weal to die — By the Cross and Passion paid All the penalties of sin ; For the full atonement made- Rising, brought the Easter in. Ring, sweet bells ! Ring hope and peace Unto all who hear your chime ! Bid the restless surgings cease ! Quell the turbulence of Time ! Free the Right and fetter Wrong ! Laud the Truth and on your wings Bear the Easter triumph-song Till the world its homage brings ! Easter bells ! Glad Easter bells ! Ring in Shiloh's promised day ! All your rhythmic pealing tells Of His universal sway. Ring the risen Easter-King, By whose grace the heav'ns are free ! Soon your silver tongues shall sing Easter Golden Jubilee I 19 gost (ibU 60 ? "Tbt niiBfl ot llie Imto I'hilip, sayiiiR, Arise niul go towntd tlif sciuli unto the a ay that Hocth down from Jerusalem imto Gaza, which is (lesert; and he urose aud weut." Go where God tells thee to \. " The Sword of the Lord nnd of Ciidcon." Fast the " Cross " of Gideon tlies Where the homes of Asher rise ; Zebulon, in vviltl surprise, Answers to the word : Fierce Manasseh's warriors run, Naphthali sends many a son ; Israel's fleece of prayer hath won Tokens from the Lord. Freedom's angels throng the air, Beautiful and strong and fair ; Hope hath vanquished dumb despair ; Liberty appears : When, 'neath alien hosts, abroad. Crushed immortals kiss the sod, Then the unsheatlied sword of God Flashes on the years. At the " Fount of Trembling," still Duty measures mortal skill ; Purpose ponders human will ; God doth all things scan : They who fain would foes subdue. Wrongs repress or rights renew, Must be loyal, pure and true Unto God and man. Still for Truth in Freedom's fray Gideon's war-cry rings for aye, Ringeth o'er the world alway Till the right hath won. Now the Son of God doth lead, Wrongs ensheltered ranks recede, Crowns await each royal deed, When the day is done. 0.1 (lIk |loi)al |jeir. (Hebrews, l.st Chapter.) O Christ ! Tliou art the token Of all the Father's thought; By Thee His love hath spoken, Thou hast His pleasure wrought— His will and purpose taught ; In Thee the world may trace All the brightness of His glory And the fulness of His grace. O Christ ! Thou art anointed In majesty and love — The Royal Heir, appointea By Him who reigns ab jve, To rule by grace and love, Till all their homage bring, And f-": Cross and pain and Passion Crown Thee Universal King. O Christ ! Thou hast forever The sceptre of the right ; Thy rule shall all assever, In Thee, who fmd the light; Thou hast the Shiloh might ; By Thee shall all prevail ; Thou art Jesus still and changeless, Thy compassions never fail. O Christ ! In all the glory Of Love's exalted throne, Reveal Redemption's story Till Thou, Thyself, art known, — Till hearts are all Thine own, — Till all Thy freedoms prove. And the earth be like tlie heaven In the pureness of its love. 23 ®t;itcrs oi %\t$t c^ "He leadeth me beside the still waters." Waters of rest ! Soul of mine hast thou found them, 'Mid tumult and tossing, — in struggle and strife ? The green, shadowed, shelterful valleys surround them. And guarding their glory stand Gladness and Life. Waters of rest ! O, how kindly He leadeth — The Shepherd, Divine — to their peaceful I'epose ! How strangel\/ his love all thy planning exceedeth ! What fulness of favor His foldings disclose ! Waters of rest ! When life's chafing and chiding Bind body and Spirit in fetters of pain. What freedoms are found in their blissful confiding ! What solace and song in their rhythmal refrain ! Waters of rest ! When the desert is gleaming And red, parched sand-dunes throne doom and despair, How sweet to the lip, then, is Nature's redeeming ! Arid so unto thee is His shepherding care. Waters of rest ! Dost thou, soul, know the meaning Of rest in green pastures, by waters so still, So long on the far, barren hills thou'st been gleaning Where Time brought thte only grief's chalice of ill ? Waters of rest ! When probation is ended, Each sanctified soul, with love's leading contest, Shall boast of the guiding and grace which attended Till life found its guerdon by waters of rest. 24 &^t ITortr is 600b. r ! (Nahum 1. 7.) Tell it out, ye ransomed, So the world may hear ! Tell it of the Father, With a soul sincere ; He is Love : redemption Is the measure of His mood. Praise Him in the highest. For our God is good. Tell it out of Jesus, His Beloved Son ! Tell it with the freedom By His dying won ; Mention our salvation By His precious, precious blood , Speak of Him with gladness, — Christ, the Lord, is good. Tell it of the Spirit ! He who dwells within, — Showing our impurity. Deceit and sin, — Leading us to pardon And heavenly brotherhood Righteousness and sanctity : He is very good. Carol it at dawning ! Sing it with the sun ! Chant it in the shadows. When the day is done ! Let His gracious goodness Be our marvel and our boast ! God is good ! The Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 25 ^ixrahc, Pn ^axxl ! " I will sing of Thy mercy in the morninR," Awake, my soul, and greet the light ! The Lord hath made the morning bright, — He crowns with glory all thy days : Oh, give him all the praise ! He doeth all things well ; No human tongue may tell What grace His love displays, Or give Him perfect praise. REFRAIN. Praise the Lord, for He is good ! Praise the Lord, for He is good ! Praise the Lord, for He is good ! Oh, give Him all the praise ! Awake thy voice, my soul, and sing The majesty of God, thy King ; For wondrous are His works and ways Oh, give Him all the praise ! He reigns forevermore, — Whom all His saints adore, — No sloth His love delays : Oh, give Him all the praise ! The day-dawn anthems skyward roll ; The light breaks o'er thee, O my soul ! Let songs of adoration raise And give Him all the praise. Praise Him for blessings past ! Praise Him for all thou hast ! Trust Him for future days And give Him all the praise 26 past t^bou gaiic ith) ^§c$i? How the days fast fleeJng, fill the short, swift years I Like a dim dream endinti;, so each life appears ; All its lights and shadows seem to flash and blend, As on ray-tlecked meadows evening sunbeams end : And God is calling From the setting sun, While dew-damps falling Tell the brief day done : " With morning shining, Thou hadst wondrous zest. Now the day's declining — ' Hast thou done ihy best ?' " There were sore hearts near thee when the day was new ; There were hands upreaching all the journey through ; Didst thou heal and comfort ? Didst thou help and heed ? Or did night-shades, falling, find the same sad need ? And still God calleth B\' the setting sun ; Still dew-damp falleth When the day is done ; The cloudway hideth Still the moon's wan crest ; Still the heart's voice chideth — ' ' Hast thou done thy best ? ' ' There were tones of mercy which thy lips alone Could with all their sweetness unto some make known. Oh ! the ones that waited ! Did they wait in vain. With the same dumb sorrow and the same dull pain ? Still sunsets whisper When the day is done ; Still peals the vesper From the setting sun ; Still memory clingeth An abiding guest ; St.'"' the life-bell ringeth — "Hast thou done thy best ?" Oh ! the souls that perish and go down to death, While our help-hopts vanish like our vapid breath : 27 Ring a call for service ere the shadows fall And the White Throne shineth where He measures all ! God calls at even By the setting sun : " 'lis home and Jicciven When the icork is done"; Each crowned brow weareth A new name, contest, When the record beareth — " Thou hast done thy best. " As thy days, so shall thy strength be." "As thy days, thy strength shall be," What a promise this for thee ! Fear not then what time may bring Thou art safe beneath His wing. Do the clouds of boding ill Overshade the future still ? When the morrow comes, apace, Thou shalt have the morrow's grace. Dost thou dread the pain unborn ? Fear the cold world's bitter scorn ? Is it not enough to know He will needed strength bestow ? Does the conflict from afar Make thee faint before the war ? When the battle-dawn appears Thou wilt laugh at all thy fears. See ! the Warder-Angels teem Where the beaconed watch-towers gleam ! Hear the cry they ring to thee : — "As thy days, thy strength shall be. ' 28 ll I coiMt myself an heir of grace Since Jesus Christ hath died ; 1 realize He took my place, For me was crucified. REFRAIN. "For I know whom 1 have believed, And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I have committed Unto Him against that day." 1 reckon vain all mortal things, — Their recompense and meed ; 1 prize alone reward which springs From holy word and deed. 1 trust His mercy and rely On Power beyond compare ; I cannot lose my soul, if I But leave it in His care. I know my way hath certain end,— Love holdeth life in fee : The Holy Spirit is rny friend. No harm can come to me. I glory in His fulness, mine Because I am His own ; And all His ways, by love divine. Concentrate at His throne. 29 Cljilbrtn ai tbc lliugtiom; Ransomed by the blood Of the blessed Son of God ; F^esting on His mercy We are ransomed by the blood. Singing as we go — For our Jesus loves us so — Children of the Kingdom We are singing as we go. Happy in His name ; Every heart with hope aflame ; On our pilgrim journey We are happy in His name. Singing as we go For the care he doth bestow ; Children of the Kingdom We are singing as we go. Praising all the day •For His guidance by the way, And the grace he giveth ; We are praising all the day. Singing as we go With a full heart's overflow ; Children of the Kingdom We are singing as we go. Going home to God By the way the saints have trod ; Sanctified and holy We are going home to God. Singing as we go Joy and confidence to show ; Children of the Kingdom We are singing as we go. Cbrbt |jus diomt Christ has come ! the belfries ring Jubilations for a King — Who, in love, so lowly born, Sanctifies this holy morn ; Still the radiant heavenly throng Chant their rapt'rous Advent song : Join we, too, the sweet refrain : — "Peace on earth, good will to men." Christ has come ! exalt the morn ! "Unto you the Lord is born," Every weary child of earth Wins a blessing in this birth ; Every heart — or weak or strong — Gains an impulse in this song ; Every soul a Heaven hath won By the Virgin's wondrous Son. Christ has come for human need ! Swift the glad evangel speed ! Tell it o'er the lands afar, — Where unransomed millions are ! Ring the message glad and free, Of this birth-dawn jubilee, Till the world's concordant throng Join the angel's triumph song ! Christ has come and evermore Universal hosts adore ! These, by faith, who dwell on earth, Sing this song-encircled birth ; Those — where o'er celestial plains, Glory's diapason reigns, — Magnify and praise and laud Christ, th' Incarnate Son of God. 31 Dc Im-gibftb. In the rose-mantled dawn of the first Easter morning, The Angel, who watched with the new-risen Lord, Sent forth a sweet message of comfort and warning : " Go bear His disciples and Peter " the word : " Go ye and tell Peter ! Do not forget Peter, But tenderly bear him the message, and then 'Twill cheer and relieve him To know I'll receive him And grant him a place in my service again." Though Peter, forgetting allegiance, denied Him With oaths and with cursings, yet — freely restored — His Master, in kindness, would win and not chide him, For " Peter remembered the word of the Lord." "My lambs must be fed, and there's none who may feed them Like one who hath suffered, astray on the wold ; My sheep must be led and no stranger can lead them, Like him who himself hath been out of the fold." The bruised heart of Christ is as helpful and tender As when He sent Simon that token of peace ; And still for each conscious, repentant offender He fmdeth a work in His kingdom's increase. " Go ye and tell Peter ! Do not forget Peter, But tenderly bear him the message, and then 'Twill cheer and relieve him To know I'll receive him, And grant him a place in my service again. " 32 (L>bn (JTaslu u'« The day is done, my beloved, And the ta«k that was thine to do Is still undone, and the angel May never its alms renew : At thy hand it lay All the long, long day, With a crown above it, But now, for aye. It hath vanished away. The task was thine, for the Master In His love for thy soul had brought It near, lest thine eye might miss it And so it remained unwrought : At thy hand it lay All the long, long day, With a crown above it. But now for aye. It hath vanished avv-ay. Some day, when life as He plann'd it Is revealed, for this deed thy name Erased will be seen, and over. Another, in gold and tlame : To their hand it lay At the close of day, — And the crown above it Is theirs for aye. To thy soul's disarray. 33 6omc Dome. Oh sinner, hear Christ thy Redeemer ! He caileth to thee from above ! And still for thy saving He sendeth A message of mercy and love : Come home ! Unsaved one, com.e home ! Come home ! Unsaved one, come home ! Return unto Jesus who caileth thee now, Come home ! Unsaved one, come home ! 'Tis lone upon sin's barren m.ountams, For hearts that depart from His ways ! The groves by the heavenly fountains Are vocal with jubilant praise. The wonderful promises call thee , The bountiful blessings invite ; Though Satan and evil enthral thee He hath for thee freedom and light. The Spirit thy spirit is wooing To life by the sin cleansing blood ; Thy purpose and nature renewing He maketh thee perfect with God. 'Tis death and despair if thou tarry, For doom and destruction are nigh The angels are waiting to carry The news of thy coming, on high. 34 leaning. 1 am Ifanin^ hard on Gotl - On tiK' l-atliLThnoJ (»t (i.ui : Leaninji, Iil, He will lift them up from dung-hills unto everlasting thrones f ' All Time's unrequited toilers shall have mansions of His makin^r, And have treasure — all the gifts the Father owns. " To him that overcometh, " like the stars— Which no mist from earth arising ever mars — They shall shine enthroned above. Kept by perfect care and love, Who have overcome by Him who lights the stars. Unto him that overcometh there's a fair home in God's city, And a white stone and a new name and the manna pure and sweet ; While the Father tells the angels of their Christ-crowned, helpful pity. Which makes heaven in all its harmonies complete. p^ 54 I %m tijt f 0rtr's, Isaiah xliv, 5, God's blessed sunlight breaks Over my soul ! What wondrous joy it wakes ! Now 1 am whole ; His love my heart doth win ; Sweet calmness reigns within ; My soul is free from sin, — I am the Lord's. Jesus hath ransomed me — Bondage is done ; I, by His blood, am free ; His love hath won Pardon and pure delight, — Scattered sin's weary night Made all my being bright ; 1 am the Lord's. 1 3 My redeemed spirit sings Glad songs of praise ! Borne up "on eagle's wings" Over the days — Over the doubts and fears — Out of the toils and tears ; All darkness disappears ; 1 am the Lord's. Visions like Hermon's come hi from above ; After life's labors, Home, Lighted by love. What needs my soul beside If Christ with me abide ? Then Life or death betide, 1 am the Lord's. 55 icincj mxti g0Uig, " Good Master, what shall I do ?"— Joseph the Scribe. It is what we are at our being's sources, And not our doing by word or deed, That measures the depth of our life's resources And gauges the breadth of our human creed. It is what we choose in our chamber choices Within, where perception conceiveth thou^at, That soundeth for aye in the spirit voices That ring from the deed, by our hands out-wrought. If che heart be right and the Lord is reigning Within where the fountain of action springs. Though never a laurel our brows be gaining Nor ever a deed emblazoned rings. Yet the Lord will crown, as of royal merit. The earnest desire to be and to do, And spirit, not flesh, will by grace inherit The perfect reward unto purpose due. Though the life below hath but brief duration. Out of its wearisome toils and tears, And up from the moors of its bare probation Is garnered the wealth of the infinite years. The heart that is nearest the Lord, is surest. Like His, to have purpose to do and to be ; And for others' weal who the cress endurest. With Christ shall be crown 'd eternally. rw^ '■"ti PI! 56 llliirn's i^obctr |.aoiutiug. John 1:, 1 to S. Like gem in tlie darkness, outshining, Where all else is bleakness and blight,— Or "Jewel of Ophir" reclining On bosom as sombre as night, — 1 see this sweet pearl of all stories, Mid setting where sordidness reigns, — 1 breathe in its fragrance; its glories Gleam out by the love it contains. Her heart was so true and so tender ! She understood Jesus so well ! And He was her loving defender When censure's sore cynicisms fell. The best of her gifts and her treasure Were His, as she hung on His word,- For none could be over the measure Her heart would bestow on her Lord. 11 ii ■1 1'! i 1 i , 1 1 1 i i i! Jk She knew not the balm she was bearing To Him, 'mid the darkness and gloom, — Nor how what she did, was preparing Her Lord for His rest in the tomb. No unloving, selfish designer May grudge what her spirit impels : The words of her Master entwine her Forever with Love's immortelles. No gift, to His vision, may blind it. Or force Him its gr?.ce to approve ; He measures the motive behind it And gauges the v/orth by the love : And Jesus knows many a "Mary" Whose life, too, is misunderstood, Of whom, for bestowments, unchary, H e saith : ' 'She hath done what she could. ' ' S 57 Scut J[crb0r. "While I was miisiuK the fire burned." My Soul ! come in, from the world, to-night ; Thou art far too burdened with all its care, — Thou hast never a moment of sweet delight Shut in from its din, with thy Lord, in prayer Come in ! thou hast tarried too long abroad ; To thy "Holy of Holies" to-night return, And hold communion, alone, with God, And while thou art musing the fire will burn. Come in, my Soul ! Thou art all alone In the busy mart, with its bustle and blare : The chamber of prayer is beside the Throne, — There is strength and healing and solace there. Come in, and talk with thy risen Lord ! He waits for thy coming, and will not spurn Thy sterile trust in His princely word — And while He is speaking the fire will burn. Thou needest the "Fire" to purge thy dross. To leaven thy life, and to cast out sin, The "Open Sesame" still is "The Cross" And prayer brings the " Fire of Pentecost" in. Then wait on the Lord, thou spirit of mine ! To repent the past can alone return Thee into the current of life divine — There, whilst thou art musing, the fire will burn Thy Lord, on Hermon, at eventide, Transfigured stood on the "Mount of Prayer, "- And thou in thy life, shalt be glorified And the beauty of heaven shine clearly there, If thou wilt bow low before God, my soul ! The world will know thou hast seen His face And others will yield to His sweet control By thy prayer-found fire of redeeming grace. m 58 Come ta |tsus. Guilty sinner, Christ is pleading ; Calling for thee from above ; With the Father interceding For His grace and pard'ning love; Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! At His feet for mercy bow ; He hath purchased thy salvation ; Take Him for thy Saviour now. Bring thy burdened heart to Jesus ; For thy life His life He gave ; From all sin and guilt He frees us ; He can pardon, cleanse and save. O, delay not ! While He calleth, Swiftly hasten, at His word ; Ere the world thine heart enthralleth, Learn to love and serve the Lord. i M i ^ O believer ! He provideth All things for thy soul's behest,— Faith and pureness— these abideth— Holy peace and perfect rest. Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! At His feet for fulness bow ; He hath purchased full salvation ; Take Him for thy Saviour now. 59 Strbimts d ^c^xis. We blend our hosannas and anthems of praise, We are servants of Jesus, the King ! For the love that enrcircles our ways and our days, We are servants of Jesus, the King ! For grace and for guiding, — For His royal providing, — For homes and our loved ones-for kindred and friends- For Truth's exaltation And the Lord'.> approbation Our chorale of gladn?«s ascends. REFRAIN. We are the servants of Jesus, the King. We live mid the freedoms of Time's latter day. We are servants of Jesus, the King. Soon Peace o'er the world shall have limitless sway ; We are servants of Jesus, the King. Sin's ramparts are shaking In the forces awaking. And mightiest factor of all is the Word : We join our endeavor, — Our allegiance assever, — We stand by the right, for the Lord. We see how the gospel doth raise and redeem : We are servants of Jesus, the King. We delight in its message, divine and supreme : We are servants of Jesus, the King. By the "Law of the Spirit" We rejoice to inherit The infinite fulness and glory of love. While Hope's visions cheer us And Heaven draweth near us ; The King and the Kingdom above. ^1 6o "I will siiiK uti'.u the- I/Mil ill the moriiiiis;." i Siniiinu, as the lark sin;i;s, in tht early mornin<^ Carolin}!; at dawii-timi- wIutl- Love's censor swinjj;s, And the herald an,_;eis, clad in Joy's adorning, Shower her perfm ned incense from their wings. Tellin^i of the Father's tt'iider, l')vin;^-kindness — Hi^^her than the mountains-deeper than the sea, — Measurintj my impotence, -crimsoning my hlindness — Fashioning Omnipotence for me. J <:ii !S^ -a il' Praising my Redeemer : O that 1 could praise him. For the life he brou;i;ht me; or could paraphrase All redemption's fulness, s) my soul miglit raise him Jubilant beatitudes of praise ! Calling for the Spirit : Comforter divinest ! Moulder of my purpose ! Mirror of my sin ! Paraclete of pureness ; whom my heart enshrinest ! Keeper of the "Holy Place" within ! All my triune being, by the light he giveth — Ransomed from the sordid fellowships of birth, — Lifted from the lowest up toward where he liveth — Clamb'reth up to heaven from the earth. Singing, as the lark sings when the morning breaketh ; Majesty and mercy to the Lord belong. Each true aspiration with the day av/ak-eth Unto holier enterprise and song. 6i lllusings. " open Tho'i my lip-i ntul nij' iiujulli sh.-ill praisu Thc-c." What can 1 ii> for m)' Master to-day ? Whom can I help to be jientle and kind ? Some one, j^rovvn weary, may need what ! say : Guide and enshadow my spirit and mind. I am so weak,- -hut, my Lord, Thou an stron;.: ! 1 am so foolish, — 'tis well Thou art wise ! Give me, Thyself, some sweet message in song : Then I am tL'rtain 'twill win for tlu' ides. Thf>u art above in the wonderful liglvc. Viewless Hternity's glories enwreath — I, and my fellows, afar in the ni,uht. Walk in the darkness and shadow of tieath, — Yet it hath pleased Thee to show us Thy love, — Pleased Thee, in kindness, Thyself to reveal : Out of the sl'c'hWk' iitisa'n we may prove, — Measure the shadowless life by the real. Walk 1, in spirit, this mornin^f with Thee Through the low booths by Bethesda again, — Hear Thy sweet word : "Go in peace, ilioii art free" ; See one arise and go forth among men. Glad in the freedom of muscle and lin:b — Unto fair manhood's strong vigor restored, — Happier still in the freedom of Him, Who, soul and body doth save by His word. ** :% v.| 62 |csus is C Killing. r ! 3 y 5 ■''! ■ i '1 1 1 ' !>' 1 1 >< ] % ' V 1 ii 1 :■ ■■ 1 ' I ' '» A ■-, -f ■ ' . i :l ih .; 1 ■1 < ' Jesus, the Master, is calliiifj; to-day, — Tenderly calliri}^ to all, by tile way, Who, waiting to hear Him, So long to come near Him, They pause tor His coming And chafe at delay. REFIMIN. He is callin}.^ ' Oil : Hear Him ! He loves you C(;ine near Him ! Bow low, And revere Him 1 He is Jesus your King. Jesus is calling, and sinners may cry To Him for mercy as He passeth by : His love is revealing Such help and such healing ! His call still is : — " Turn ye. For zv/iy uill yv die?" Jesus is calling ! The vvearv may come : Footsore, — afar from His favor, who roam Where sin doth distress them, — He waiteth to bless them With ring, robe and crowning. And beautiful home. Jesus is calling, and time speeds away : Nothing is safe for you now, but to-day. This moment, then heed Him, — Your soul doth so need Him. Cry: — "Master, come, pardon And save me, I pray !" ii ■1 n $ 63 §^0ul Cbortis. God's heart is the heart of all hearts that are tender, — His love is the love of all loves that are true. — His smile is the li^ht of all beauty and splendor, — His faithful compassions, each morning, are new. Though Father may love me, Jehovah loves better, — Though Mother's love to me be tender and sure, — Their love is the love of "the tlesh" and the letter, While His love is infinite, perfect and pure. His life is the life of all life that existeth. Where footstep of spirit or mortal hath trod ; All vital conceptions come in as he listeth ; Within, at the source of all being, is God. 1 live : (nay not I) by the grace of His favor, My life is the Spirit-life breathing within : Yet, bound by the human, in fruitless endeavor, 1 waste it to compass the purpose of sin. I love, but my love is the faintest returning Of all the sweet fulness He measures to me ; 1 give ; but my gifts are so mean, I am learning How sordid and selfish a vassal can be. Of yore. He who lay on a stone pillow, sleeping, While night-watchers, waiting, revealed the Divine — At morn, pledged a tithe to the Lord for His keeping. Though meagre the gift, how much better than mine ! For life, in this era, with all its conditions, — For all love's bestowments, that yield to my call, — For labor, with boundless, eternal fruitions. — I bless the Beneficent Giver of all. •t I II 64 3i(most ^£Q$i, but Sabtti, II 1 4 ff i jl See yon ship, where angry waters Break and surge and foam, — All her wealth the tempest scatters ; Lost, and almost home ! One lone struggling seaman clinging, Hath the tumult braved : Lo, the life boat ! Courage springing ! Almost lost, but saved ! From long voyage home returning ; Garnered store untold ; Freely fortune's treasures spurning — All her gain and gold : Life hath all the boons in holding, By his spirit craved : Home, in love's supreme enfolding ! Almost lost, but saved. Thou, who on time's tossing ocean. Mid the surge and din — Fearest all the wild commotion By the shoals of sin. — Christ, the Life Boat, close beside thee Hath thy safety craved : Get on board and He will guide thee ! Almost lost, but saved ! Though the black night fall around thee, Light and hope be tied, — Passion's Wrathful blight hath bound thee To the dumb and dead, Jesus loves thee, thou art near Him, On His hands engraved Is thy name. O, listen ! Hear Him ! Almost lost, but saved. 65 ^oxxk iUib Cnnpks. " Know ye not that ye are the Temple of God, and tliat His spirit dwelleth in jrou." Souls, like pillared Temples rise, — Rise from earth and reach the skies : Deep the wide foundations lie, Hidden far from human eye ; Purpose infinite and broad ; Hopes eternal laid in God ; Happy He who hath alone Christ the "Sure Foundation Stone." Souls like Pillared Temples, rise By the toil of enterprise ; Crude materials deftly wrought Into shapely form and thought, - Gathered from the lands afar. Fashioned with divinest care. Finished and completed well. So that God within may dwell. Souls like Pillared Temples, rise On the wings of sacrifice ; They in desert days of old Brought their willing gifts of gold ; We in later eras bring Glad bestowments to our King ; Love's oblations thus upraise Souls and Temples to His praise. Souls like Pillared Temples, rise : Whoso buildeth well is wise, — Mortal bodies fade away ; Cities crumble and decay ; Souls and Temples skyward climb, Tow'ring o'er the bonds of time, Rising upward, glad and free, Part of God's eternity. ^ 66 1 i\ :''■ ■M ■'■' - ' ■' if ;! -I I Jfis^trs of iPtit. ■ And He saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men. " Fishers of men !" Tis the voice of the Master Calling disciples to-day, as of old. — Calling them up to activities vaster ; Calling them, Each of them, Out of the moil of the murk and the mould, — Away from the stain of the earth-life, so lowly, Up to a service, eternal and holy. |]i Hi Fishers of men, from the waves of perdition ; Calling them in unto safety from sin ; Calling them up from its penal fruition ; Calling them, Each of them. Unto a life that hath heaven within ; Away from the shame of the earth-life, so lowly, Up to the new life, exalted and holy. Fishers of men ! The One who commandeth. Calling His servants by name, is the King, Calling them up to the life that expandeth ; Calling them. Each of them, Tribute of loving soul-service to bring Away from the night of the earth-life, so lowly, Up to the light of the Home-life, so holy. Fishers of men ! in their heart-beats men hear Him Calling with patient, importunate breath ; Calling them up to be like Him and near Him ; Calling them, Each of them, Out of the bondage and thraldom of death, — Away from the doom of the earth-life, so lowly, Up to the love of the Heaven-life, so holy. 67 ^> " And His disciples came, and told Jesus." Tell Jesas, the Master, my brother, just mention The shadows which fall o'er thy home ; No need for thy knocking to gain His attention. Or clamor to lure Him to come ; Enough if thou tell Him the wrongs which oppress thee, Or mention, by message, the griefs that distress thee ; His answer will cover thy need ; He will bless thee And thou shalt have gladness, indeed. Tell Jesus, the Master, my brother, His healing Will promptly come in at thy word, If it — a full faith in His power, revealing — Doth rest and rely on thy Lord. No fear, if thou seek Him, that Jesus will shun thee, Such marvellous measures of good He hath won thee ; High, high in yon heaven of light He'll enthrone thee If thou wilt rely on His might. Tell Jesus, the Master, my brother, before Him Go spread out thy plans and their end ; For pardon, peace, pureness and wisdom implore Him, — Thy Saviour, Redeemer and Friend. When death, doubt, deception or darkness defeat thee, He Cometh, concealed in their shadow, to meet thee, — By discipline's chastening ways To complete thee For infinite service and praise. I '1* 68 |tsus |s ^ur ping. Jesus reigns, let all adore Him, — Hail redemption's cross that bore Him, Bow with reverent grace before Him, — Glad thanksgiving bring ! Lo ! we come his banners bearing, — For His work our lives preparing,— - Pride and self and sin forbearing, — Followers of the King. Hear ihe praise we render ! Keep our spirits tender ! Let each voice In song rejoice, — Each heart to love surrender ! Help us win the world and save it Unto Christ, whose blood can lave it — Every gift we have He gave it, — Jesus is our King. In the light and power and glory, Which the Seers, in song and story Shadowed forth, ere time was hoary, Battling 'gainst the wrong ; Helped by all the Spirit's healings, — Strong in truth's sublime revealings, — Voicing God's supreme appealings,— Lo I we raise our song. Toil we now, all burdens scorning ; Speak in love or hope or warning ! Sing salvation's golden morning ! In our roundelays Join the rapturous song ascending — Saints and seraphs voices blending- - Unto Christ, in pure, unending, Univer?al praise. 69 |n tljc p0l(0tvr 0f pis piiutr. I am held in the hollow of His hand ! All I am belongs to Him, He doth ransom and refine, While He filleth to the brim With His love, this heart of mme ; Me, He giveth of His fulness More than mind can understand ; Ladeth me with heavenly pleasures ; Changeth cheerfulness for dullness ; Placeth power at my command ; Oh ! He neither stints nor measures To a soul His royal treasures, in the holding of the hollow of His hand ! I am kept in the hollow of His hand ! From the evil 1 am kept ; From the barrenness and bale, — By the tears which Love hath wept And the blood-drops, which avail ; Now the bonds of sin are broken,— Death despoiled of his demand ; 1, his bond, no longer, under, By the word which God hath spoken All my vagrant doubts disband, For 1 know that here and yonder Souls and sin are wall'd asunder By the keeping in the hollow of His hand. There is rest in the hollow of His hand ! Though the billows toss and moan And the earth be full of strife, In the safest shelter known I have found the perfect life ; Here, nor hate, nor ill may enter, For, by Love supernal plann'd, They are covered whom He hideth, Where His shelterings concentre And the guardian angels stand ; Never false accuser chideth, — Every soul in peace abideth. In the resting of the hollow of His hand, pp^ 70 llimforfl^. f 1i ::■ S "He knoweth the way that I take, and when He hath tried me I shall come forth as gold." "He knoweth the way that I take," Betimes 'tis a devious way, And the siren songs awake Where the mortal loves to stray, And the lights of gain allure Where her hope-fires flash and fall, — But the bands of love keep my soul secure ; Jehovah guides through all. "He knoweth the way that I take," The night and the pain that I dread And the bitter morns that break With their cloud-glooms overhead, — And the fires of lust and sin That all my vitals burn ; And the foes without and the fears within : Yet still to Him I turn. ' 'He knoweth the way that I take, ' ' For he leads my soul, alone, And whether 1 sleep or wake 1 am always near His Throne ; With my toiling o'er and done — As the shadows fall in the west, Some golden eve, 1 shall go with the sun His way, to perfect rest. "He knoweth the way that I take," And all that my heart calls mine ; He, in love, doth undertake My gold from dross to refine ; My guidings are all from above, — Their infinite fulness unfold, And "when He hath tried me"-0, Glory of love ! " / shall come fotth as gold." 71 ®0-J0im. 'Say not thou, what in the cause the former days were better than these. It is joy to be livino' to-day, In this day, tlie proud boast of the free, When the flowers that bloom — Though they fade and decay — Are but heralds of better to be : When the clouds of the mortal Around us low borne, Are the crimson-bound glories That mirror the morn. It is peace to be living, to-day, — Not the quiet of Eden restored. But peace When men's turbulent passions obey The Spirit and Word of the Lord : For the Advent hosannas Soothe hamlet and plain With their " Peace upon earth And good-will unto men." It is wealth to be living, to-di y : We are heirs of the labors a id pains Of the years and their toiler.,. Though vanished away, — Their losses are also our gains ; All the garnered achievements Of centuries known By the favor of God, We may reckon our own. It is heaven to be living, to-day : The rime of Eternity's bells From the belfries of God, Blendeth sparkle and spray With the anthem of rapture that swells From the lips of the ransomed Who dwell in His love : It is heaven below Unto heaven above. ^ 73 CIjc llcta Song, Have you heard the song, The exultant sony, The first new song The redeemed ones sing in the courts of light Where the blood-washed throng And the hallelujahs ring ? Song— "Unto Him who loveth us And hath washed us from our sins In His own blood ; And hath made us to be kings And priests unto God And His Father : Unto Him be glory And dominion forever." Do you know the song ? You must learn it here Where sin and wrong Can the Spirit move To obtain the pureness By blood brought near And the Lord's unfailing love. 'Tis a wondrous song In its wealth of bliss, — Nor shadow blendeth, Nor pain nor strife ; They are victors, crowned. And have found their place In the Holy Land of Life. O, the bloom that breathes In the fragrant song, From amorous hearts With delights aflame ! All the ransomed join And His praise prolong — By whom they overcame. 73 Life is a •wonderful gift ! The life of a human soul, By the breath of Omnipotence sent adrift Where the waves of eternity roll ; Adrift in a tiny barque, 'Mid the sweep of the billows of sin, But safe as the one in the venturesome ark, Whom the Lord Himself shut in. Life hath beginning in God! The soul hath a life of its own. And a being distinct, and sublime, and broad As Eternity ever hath known. The soul, in its life, doth grow ; Its faculties all expand, Till they compass — not only the finite, below, But — the infinite fulness beyond. Life hath its purpose in God ! All other is puerile and vain : Nor footstep of Angel or Spirit hath trod On a heighth which it may not obtain. Love is the source of its power, And Wisdom and Prudence hath part, And "Sweetness of Lips " is the crown and the dower Jehovah gives pureness of heart. Life hath its ending in God I Its source was, of yore, in His "Breath." And mortals are won, by His grace, or His rod, From the judgment and bondage of Death. Death is the "wages of sin ;" But "They that be wise," saith the Word, "Shall have life ani shall shine" (in glory shut in) " As the Stars," in the crown of the Lord. -■ I 74 ilcmcmbcr the ^0vti» " Be not ye afraid of them ; remembef the Lord."— Neheminh. J Courage ! Have courajie in ■ uin^cr, my brother ! Stand in the van witii ttiy face to the- fi^ht ! Cowardly soul-clamors stiHe and smother ! Trust in thyself and the Lord, and do right ! These are but phantoms that battle and beat thee ; Doubt hath but chains — he hath never a sword ; Thou shalt win power from the [Krils that meet thee, — Then front them unilinching, " Remember the Lord." lai' Coura^re ! Have courage in trials, my brotlu r ' Burdens are blessings let down from the skies ; Losses are gains when we lose for another ; Crosses win crowns for the brave and the wise Debt is a due-bill to God, for his keeping, — Paying doth life's purest pleasure afford ; Sorrow transmutes the hot tears of our weeping To jewels of glory : " Remember the Lord. " Courage ! Have courage for duty, my brother ! Take up the task which this moment is thine ; Falter n('t, feur not, but act, and no other But thou shalt be heir to its promise divine ! Answer by service thine own supplication, — Labor is prayer's truest test and reward ; Doing is faith's most reliant oblation ; All deeds are eternal. " Remember the Lord. " Courage ! Have courage for living, my brother ! Life may seem futile and frail as a breath. But the heart-beats of time thrill the pulse of another, Whose realms overshadow the portals of death ; There, being shall tremble in vibrant expansion, While Eons eternal scarce measure the Word, And the Christ-deeds of time fit each spirit a mansion ; I call with the Prophet,—" Remember the Lord." 7 75 |csu$, ^ur lilustcr. Jesus, air Master, Thy name we adore, All ^lory and honor to Thee doth belong ; We render our praises with i;ladness once more, Ol.. sweetest liosunnas in music and song. REFRAIN. Hallelujah to Jesus, we praise and adore Him, Hallelujah to Jesus in worship before Him, We blend our glad voices, we mention His favors. We sing of His mercy, His praises prolong. Jesus, our Master, our Teacher and Lord, We cone with our anthems of jubilant praise ; We join and rejoice in Thy wonderful word. Thy truth is the guide and delight of our days. Jesus, our Master, Redeemer and King, We pledge Thee our fealty, Thy grace to obtain In purest laudations Tl v glory we sing, We joyfully hail Thy beneficent reign. SitlbiitiaiT, The Holy Spirit calleth By messenger of flame, From heaven the message falleth To all who own His name : — Tell the Redeemer's merit ; Extol the cleansing blood. Till every ransomed spirit Receives the Christ of God. Go forth, by song and story, By sacrifice and prayer. By cross and crown of glory, By Love, beyond compare — Thy Master, thy preserver — Thine heart full to the brim, Of holy faith and fervor— To win the world for Him. 76 I, ; %t tbc lourtb Match. The ship was now in the midst of ttie sea, t<)s^e(l with waves ; f.ir the wild was contrary. In tlio fourth watch of the ninht Jcmis svcut uulo llieui, WalkinKon the sea." A bark, at midnijilit, on rouyli waves tossiti^i ; A crew, lon^ toiliiiu; 'gainst wiini and sea ; Nor light, nor shadow tlie ebon crossinji;. Where Stygiiin demons beat jubilee ; And there, hard down by the bulwarks bending, The weary oarsmen in silence strain ; And still the shivering spray, descending, Benumbs and divnches with wrack and rain ; Nor star, nor piomise belights the main. But hark ! Seen dimly, where visions falter. Against the blackness of doom and dread — Like spirit phantom, by Lampian altar, Drawn outward from the sepulchral dead — A human form appeareth, faintly, And dull eyes flash in a stony stare. Is't fiend or seraph, in semblance saintly ? The dazed hearts cry unto God in prayer From the sinking depths of a dark despair. Above the din of the bi-eak'ing billows, Who hush their tumult to hear tlie word — Like mother's whisper by restless pillows, O'er weary lov'cl ones in slumber stirr'd ; Or like the "songs in the night" which clieereth The heart, by the heavenly serenade — A voice calls gently, yet each one heareth : " 'Tis I, beloved, be not afi'aid !" He Cometh strangely with help and aid. That voice ! That form ! They arise to greet Him. — The waves, a pavement beneath His feet ; And one goes forth, at His word, to meet Him ; " 'Tis Christ, the Master !" their lips I'epeat ; And, lo ! around Him, in calm, approaching. The laughing waters in ripples run And lave His sandals, in love's encroaching. The storm, the darkness and toil are done ; The rest, the morning and peace are won. 1 'J' n Come ^toan ! Comt' to Josiis Christ to-Jay ! Swift the moments speed away ! Time, for thee, will soon be past — Some day's burden be the last. Come to Jesus ! Come vvitli haste ! Do not life's pure treasure waste ! Let it to the world be known, Thou art His and His alone. Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come away ! Come to Jesus ; He who died All life's ^ates to open wide, — Who — beyond the crosr. and ^rave — • Lives, omnipotent to save ! What a price was paid for thee ! Yield thy will to Love's decree ! Come ! He did for sin atone, Thou art safe in Him alone. Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come away ! Come to Christ, God's wondrous Son, Who such wealth for thee has won ! He was God revealed for man : Who may guage redemption's plan ! Judgment waits within the door ; Mercy pleadeth evermore : Christ, from love's eternal throne, Calleth, -'Art thou mine alone ?" Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Come away 1 j1 I "I 78 '^Suclj %B I |m: " And Paul said, I would to Cod, that not only thou, but all that hear me this day, were both almost and altoKelher such as I am, except these bonds." 1 'I , Potent picture of earnest living ! Patient purpo.se in bonds and pain ! Manacled hands, outreached forgiving, Pleading — though it may be in vain — Nothing for self or personal gain. King Agrippa, in condescension. Deigning to hear him plead his case, Is, as he listens witli rapt attention. Almost persuaded to embrace The bondsman's faith for its saving grace. " Such as 1 am." 'Twas not unpleasant To royal ears to hear that word : Though Festus saw but the mucli-learned peasant, King Agrippa, his conscience stirr'd, Listened with awe to the voice of the Lord, " Such as I am." What consecration ! Full surrender of self to God ! Spurning the gifts of place or nation ; Treading the paths his Master trod ; Scorning the hate and the lictor's rod. 4 "Such as I am. " The light breaks clearer. Flash 'd from his wrouglit-out, Christly creed ; His simple life brings religion nearer Mortal measure and human need, — And he who willeth, the truth may read. " Except these bonds. " His great soul, faring O'er heavenly seas, by the King's own chart. Would not have one ransomed freeman wearing Fetters on hand or brain or heart ; Freedom is life's pure counterpart. 79 f^KCi. • pis iJUasiirt. "He ye therefore perfect, even as yout Father in Heaven is perfect." "Be perfect," said Jesus — "as He, who above, In Heaven, is perfect," — in action and love ; And this is His measure of living for me ; 'Tis holy as sinless perfection can be. My spirit, appall 'd at the compass of this, Shrinks back, in amaze, at the awful abyss Out-reaching, beyond where the mortal hath trod, Away to the perfect perfection of God. In me is pollution — 1 know 1 am vile, — But God is all pu''eness — in Him is no guile : My life, at its sources, is darkened by sin,- — But God hath all light and all brightness within. The pulse of my being vibrates to my breath, — My body is held in the bondage of death : But God is — Himself — the 1 AM and I OUGHT, And life and eternity are but His thought. So — helpless, undone — in my weakness 1 cry : — "1 never can reach Thee, most holy and high," "In pity and mercy my impotence see," "And reach, and reveal Thyself, downward to me !" He answers ! My Father — so tender and kind ! Himself, in the human, my Brothei', 1 find : In Christ, all His fulness, on me is bestowed, — And throug.i Him my soul is made perfect in God. H 80 (iblje Comforte, Let noC your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. O, troubled heart, pain-swept by Fear, Why dost thou Grief's dark vestments borrow ? Or, with tlie Comforter so near, Why still consortest thou with Sorrow ? :l: God sees the cloud-way overhead ; He knows the bound where visions falter ; He hears the heart-beats, numb with dread, Nor yet doth any purpose alter. He will not come to thee too late ; Thy faintest beat of hope He hearcth ; Be still ; trust on ; His pleasure wait ; The heralds of the King appeareth. Heaven will be large enough for all. And every Christly spirit gain it ; What though the gnomes of Time app ■A — Celestial records will explain it. He aims t" mould and make thee pure, — From venal, earthly things to win thee ; To gain thee riches which endure, And thus begin thy heaven within thee. Rest thou in Him, for He doth rest Within thy soul, in safe abiding, A winsome, holy, helpful guest ; Thou art secure in His confiding. 8i &}t Jfatljtr |)cart. Like as a father pitictli his children, sc the I.ord pitieth. Oh, the Father-Heart of God How it beats with human pain ! Once, on Lite's beliest, He ti-od Lowly human ways, to ;j,ain 'Mid their finite forms, the meed Of the mortal, seen but dim, — So, forevermore, their need Miglit have perfect help in Him. Oh, the Father- Heart, above, Hatli such jj;race for human ,uri. i ! Every pulse (jf perfect love Throbs with passionate relief. He, so well, doth comprehend All that sorrow's soreness means Perfect Love makes perfe. friend : It is thus He intervenes. Oh, the Fatlier's heart is kind — Kinder than a mother's heart ! All its \'ibrant chords, refined. Have no perfect counterpart. Never love like His was known - Infinite in breadth and zeal — But Hternity, alone. Can its amplitude reveal. Yea ! the Father-heart is str^inj^ As the Father-mind is wise ; Lvery life — or short or long — Hath, by Him, divine emprise ; Though the sombre shadows fall When lov'd forms and faces flee It is but His kingdom-call, As of old : "Come unto Me. " 82 luiliqbt ill tbc ^0uL Call hosanna from the shadows, Soul of mine, rejoicL' and sinjj; ! lliou art safe within tlie shelter Of the everlastin.u win;^. Thoujih the sin-press'd cry of sorrow Fiom the human heavenv\ard roll,- When the Master smiles upon tliee There is sunlijiht in the soul. REFRAIN. Hallelujah ! Praise ami blessin;^ I By the Blood of eleansin;^, whole ; Peace and purity possessing', There is sunli!j;ht in the soul. Though the burdens may be bitter And unceasing still the strile, Wliile the toilsome way is weary — Yet they lure thee unto life. Not a cloud of doubt or dimness But shall vanish as a scroll ; At the brightness of His coming There is sunlight in the soul. It is gladness in the morning When His love thy love invites ; it is walking at the noontime In the valley of delights ; 'Tis reposing at the even With thy pleasures on parole, — And the darkm ss falleth, never, With the sunliglit in the soul. O, the loving Holy Spirit Doth thy service oversee ; Praise and bless Him for the favor Of His fellowship with thee ! He indwelleth for thy sweetness — Every purpose to control, And His consummate refining Is tlie sunliiiht in the soul. 83 iTooh (tin ! m (lip ! (Writttn for I'iist Methodist, Vouiik I'lujiU-'s Convention of >)ntario, Jan. 1!>92 l-o ! Ten tliousaiid tuneful voices Blend in consecration son^ : Every love- won heart rejoices, — Zion's Templed courts they tliron^ ; Youths and maidens, pled}j;ed and plijj;hted, Firm to he and stronji to do , in the name of Christ, united,— To their "l^pvvorth" motto true : — REFRAIN. "Look up ! Lift up ! Lend a helping; hand !" "Look up ! Lift up ! Lend a hclpin;j; liand !" Lead us ! Lead us ! Lead us into lio;ht ! Guide us : Guide us ! Battlinji; for the ri^ilit. Still, within each Christian nation, Sordid souls, low sunk in sin. Wait the message of Salvation And the peace its li^iht may win, — Need our lovinjj; words to lure them Upward to the restful skies : We must for the Lore! secure them, — This is our heloved emprise. So, the Nations, ransomed by Him, Shall the Gospel o;race obtain ; So, the World shall iilorify Him ; Truth and Ri II 1^' ! iM r i| ii iii 1 1 1- no Mlall; MUtj) git. "It came to pass as tliey coiiumined toRether, Jesus himself drew r.ear and went with them .... and they said. ' did not our hearts burn within us while he talked with us by the way.' " Walk with me, O Christ, to-day,^ Walk with me : Shadows fall athwart the way, I am weary in the fray ; Oh, my Master, say not nay I Walk with me. I am in the way alone, — Walk with me ; All my singing birds have flown, Gladness; hath a stranger grown, Cherished plans are overthrown, — Walk with me. Pain doth make the journey long, — Walk with me ; Where her vassal legions throng. Help me suffer and be .strong ; Give my soul a vesper song ; Walk with me. 'Neath these gruesome clouds of ill, Walk with me ; Teach me how to bide Thy will In these human things and still All Thy purposes fulfil : Walk with me. Thou didst walk with them, of yore, — Walk with me ; When life's burdened way is o'er And I reach the halcyon shore. Praising, I shall evermore Walk with Thee. Hi u Ill What is tliis I hear Thee say ? "Walk with me ? Brother mine ! By ni III m 'I' •' Have ye hearc ovah calling In the sprinjitii .> the flowers? hi the June days have ye heard him Whisp'rinji gently to the corn? Every rain-pearl is a message To tile ^reeii-svvard and bowers: tvery sparkling, prisma! dew-drop Is a missive to the morn. in tlie blood- warm breath of April All tlie dainty "Pussy Willows"— First u) indicate they hear him-- Don their downy robes of white, — Then the daisies deck the pasture In brij!;ht, wind-roll 'd, j!;olden billows, While the sun-beams kiss the cowslips Till they open to the light. O'er the up-turned feath'ry furrows, Far and wide the sowers scatter: Each one hearing harvest heralds Ringing in the love-ton 'd seed, — Each one seeing new creation Out of dumb, putrescent matter: Though the sin-warp'd deny it, Hearts by hands rehearse their creed. Grass and flower and bud and blossom Flash their beauty for inspection; Teeming life-throbs thrill the pulses Of each clay-cold, torpid clod; Winter's breath was Death's entrancing, This is Nature's " Resurrection". Free, unfettered, full redemption By the Voice and grace of God. Man '■'I 143 Tht-n the Life-^crms lie aiul listen, With the warm earlh-rohes enfoldiiiii, — Safe within tlie chancel! M chaml-ers Wroiij^ht for them, divinely fair, — Till their Lord and Maker bids them Fructify, no yift withholding: I.o ! they answer, breathing perfume On the lambent, morinj^ air. Fragrant li^ht-beams woo and win them Unto beauty and perfection; Zephyr sonj^-beams charm and cheer them, — Messengers on swiftest wings; Silv'ry moon-beams shroud and shield them In their restful introspection: By His Voice, in these. He calls them Till the bending harvest sings. And whosoever shall jfive to drink unto one of these lifUe ones a cup of cold water only in the nnme of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose Ins reward." I ponder the message He sendeth For me, on the wings of this word, To learn if my Father intendeth Each impotent act to record; The trivial, the paltry, the common, — Are all of them entered above? What measure of grace for the human? What tone in their spirit of love? He speaketh: "The time, when thou teachest, Great doctrines may seem to demand, But many there be whom thou reachest Who may not their lore understand; So bring thou my truth that the humble Shall find what they need in the word, — That none, as they follow, may stumble, But each may rejoice in the Lord. " Ill' 'H 144 " Thy words to thy brother may bear him His thoughts, like mountains, sublime, — 1 know thou art willing to share him The wealth thou art gleaning of time; But many, so many, unstable in purpose, perception and 1 Ian, And link'd to the earth, are unable To see what thy vision may scan:" LM i " Then speak thou the simple and lowly ; Rehearse but the primal and plain ; Let speech be the light of the Holy, Revealing where love may attain ; My grace hatii benignly appointed, — A pauper a palace may win ; The narrow by motive anointed Have infinite wideness within." I J 1 ■ I ' " Thy deeds may be broad— as thou longest Thy bountiful service to be ; But listen, beloved ! Thou wrongest Some souls who are nighest to me ; Who wait— not the splendid achievements For glory's aggrandizement done. While Sorrow's sore spirit bereavements Go on, and unceasingly on." " But wait for a touch that is tender, A fellowship gentle and kind, A heart that delighteth to render The treasures, by virtue enshrined A hand-clasp that hath in its pressing The thrill of a bosom divine ; A cup of cold water, in blessing. And given because thou art mine." 145 t #0ir tijiit §itr tijt Stnbing "Go!" Saith God, "The Nations perish : Will ye not my children cherish Who are dying in the bondage And the sordidness of sin ? 1 gave up my Son to save them : All my wealth of love He gave them : Bear the message of salvation Unto them and bring them in." REFRAIN. And the God who did the sending All thy toilsome way attending Will be nigh ; Not a moment will He leave thee ; At thy coming He'll receive thee For the crowning at the ending, By and bye. "Go ye, swiftly, nor delaying! Sowing, serving, pleading, praying ; Winning human hearts for service And the glory of My name. White are all my fields for reaping ; Millions die unwept, unweeping : All my power is in your keeping ; Still abideth tongues of flame. " Like a scroll, the day unrolling Into Heaven at eve is knolling:- Come to Jesus ! Come ye ransomed ! Come and serve Him evermore. Let thy love-inwrought evangels — Perfect as the praise of angels — Show Salvation's wondrous message Unto every sea and shore. ^''^>^; li 11 I Mi i m m m I. I ! ^*ii 146 |tsus Calktlj. Jesus calls ; yea, calleth, pleadeth ; For thy heart He intercedeth ; All thy hope toward heaven He leadeth; For thy ransomed spirit Jesus calls. Refrain. Lo ! I hear Him,—! will follow ; Where He leads me 1 will follow ; All His leading I will follow ; I'll go with Him, with Him All the way. " Come to me ! let Love refine thee ; Unto holiness incline thee ; For my service 1 design thee ; So 1 call thee, call thee, Come to me. ' ' " Thou art mine ! 1 died to save thee ; All thou hast, in grace, 1 gave thee ; For salvation's work I crave thee ; I am calling, calling, Thou art mine." " Fear thou not, for I am near thee ; By the Holy Spirit cheer thee ; When thou callest 1 will hear thee ; 1 am near thee, near thee, Fear thou not. ' ' " All the way 1 walk beside thee ; Life and light and power provide thee ; Safely home mine Eye will guide thee ; I will hide thee, hide thee All the way." 147 k ITnbts HU S0. O, precious truth ! Thy light divine, Reveals the F-ather's grace. O, Saviour dear ! This word of thine Unveils His tenderness. REFRAIN. He gave His Son to die for me, That 1 His heart of love might know And His imperial purpose see. Because He lov'd me so. O, dark the dungeon keep of sin That opens wide beneath, — But darker still the doom within. Of never-ending death. O, Heaven is fair, surpassing fair, Yet every one may come And in its calm, beyond compare. Find an eternal home. There is no sorrow, pain or night In Heaven, the saints' abode,— Where souls by Jesus blood made white. Live in the light of God. My spirit, from my body free — And cleans'd from every stain — Shall rise forevermore to be Where Christ, my King, doth reign. 148 " And Jesus saith unto them, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven have nests, but the Son of Man hath not where to lay His head." ' ' The birds of the heaven have nests ; ' ' So said the dear Saviour of yore, — A place where each sheltered one rests Securely, on meadow or shore ; But He, who gave strength to the wing That bears them, the low earth above, Who taught them to soar, and to sing, in gladness, of beauty and love, — Whose light gives the day-dawn a voice. Whose life weaves the wealth of the wold, Whose love maketh all things rejoice, Whose garners are gleaming with gold. The Lord of them all, by whose grace Those bounties so freely are spread, — He hath not (O, hear Him !) a place To rest or enshelter His head. He left the pure Home in the sky. The throne and the glory above. For sinners to suffer and die, Redemption to bring, and in love. The meanest and lowest of all Have more of the earth-life than He, — A place, when the night shadows fall. For refuge and resting to tlee. No home, but the canopied sky, — No couch, save the rock and the sward. For Him, who came down from on high, — For earth had no room for the Lord, — of the 149 But out of the want and the pain He learned how to succour the tried, - For every loss is a gain, With the self in the loser denied. His life was a triumph complete, — A loss for an infinite prize, — A perfect denial, concrete With a love having glory in guise. All life by His grace and His care Is kept, not a sparrow doth fall. And He, who was shelterless here Won a refuge and shelter for all. (( t Bits It Mot. ' Then began He to upbraid the cities wherein most of His mighty works were done." The tones of sad upbraiding Which fell on Jewish ears In plaintive, patient pleading. Still sound adown the years ; The words that paint the morrow Where life's probations part, Still breathe the tender sorrow Of Jesus' loving heart. Of yore, each favoured city. Close-nestled by the sea — Gain'd gifts of gi'ace and pity From Christ of Galilee : And still to life's distressings He bringeth sweet surcease, — To all the same bright blessings. To each the alms of peace. 1 150 The nations, daily reaping The harvest of His love, Scarce realize the keeping That cometh from above, And heedless of His kindness. Hear not the truths He saith,— And s'^e not, in their blindness, The end thereof is death. 1 11 I: i The record of the ages No mention make, when sought, - Nor history's storied pages, Reveal the works He wrought Chorazin's maimed and smitten— They have nor place nor room, — So million boons, unwritten, God kept, shall measure doom. They waited, in the morning Of Time's brief latter-day, With certitude of warning. Of judgment in array, — And though His coming tarry, While Mercy bides abroad, 'Tis but that He may carry Each sinner home to God. j i We, with procrastination, Forgetful of His word, Oh, strange infatuation ! Deny our blessed Lord, — By doubtings disbelieve Him, Unheeding each request, — Harass, oppose and grieve Him, Who loveth us the best. ■fes 151 Cljis to0, is i)amtii. '■ For wliat is the hope of the hypocrite, though '.le hath gained, when God laketh away his soul ?" Though we win the end we striv lOr, if this end be out of God, And our active means tc co'tr j.ss it be wrong. There can never, from 01: conquest, ring a victory-bell abroad, Nor the sanctified oblaJon of a song. What a glamor covers evil \\'hen our souls are out of tune With the harmonies of nature and of grace ! When the sunlight bathes and brightens all the tlower-deck'd hills of June, There is neither ray nor beauty out of place. It is pureness at the sources which creates the virgin stream, Kiss'd by sunlight how it sparkles with delight ! — While with fragrant balm and blessing — like a saint's seraphic dream — It goes onward, singing praises in the night. Everything G':^d makes is holy, and by nature must be true, — Soul and spirit, mind and matter, all at one ; So the spirit of our purpose vitalizes what we do. And leaves either bane or blessing when 'tis done. Not a good and not a glory, nor a crown of peace or joy Is for him, who wears the livery of light, But whose soul hath kith and kinship with the forces that destroy. And is fettered to the fellowships of night. When our naked spirits, severed from probationary clay. Reach that truer life where living doth begin, 'Twill avail us very little if our gains fiom day to day Were the profit or the progeny of sin. Nay ! 'Twill be but loss and darkness, — from these much-prized, boasted gains ; Vital hope will vanish outward with the breath ; Living, bring posthumous sorrow ; dying, mortuary pains ; When He takes away the soul it will be death. I.I I, > . Hi W m t> f 152 (A Greeting to the National Educational Association, Toronto, 1891.) Lone Tisba's Seer on Horeb bow'd, Midst Nature's elemental war : Flash'd o'er the quivering, sable cloud, The lurid lightning's fiery scar ; Within the terror-mantled gloom The pulsing, granite ramparts nod, Yet, though these spake prophetic doom He heard not then the Voice of God. He, from the sensual, sordid rage Of Error, Ignorance and Sin, In that far, feudal, sodden age, Would man; to righteous service win ; Yet all in vain his call had rung, — No conscience —startled from the clod — Its carnal creeds aside had flung, — Or heard, in his, the Voice of God. Despairing ; doubting ; slow to learn ; From Carmel's fire-mantled crest — Where, by a method strange and stern. He brought belief to wondrous test And Truth's first object lesson taught — O'er parched, desert sands, untrod, The Sacred Mount, afar, he sought. To hear, himself, the Voice of God. On that Immortal Mount — where Law First, in the finite, found a Word To voice its infinite— he saw Material majesty, and heard (Not in the desolating blare. When Ruin rode the realms, unshod) Low, in the voiceless silence there, The tender, teaching Voice of God. s. „Uk„ 153 We glance adown the centuries roll ; See Learning's sanctified emprise Revealing matter, mind and soul : Lo, what a vision greets our eyes ! The ''Prophet Schools" have multiplied, They girdle all the lands, abroad ; Within them million teachers guide In that which is the Voice of God. All knowledge hath a hidden source Of power, to normal man unknown ; The vital elements of force Are found by Wisdom's light alone ; The wise in heart see truth afar ; The pure, its perfect purpose laud ; The silent, unseen forces are The uncreated Voice of God. Slowly, but surely, to the minds In love with truth, hath she unsealed And thrown aside each husk t'nat binds Her kernel'd jewels, and revealed To loyal gaze her aljhemy, Wherein, by touch of " Aaron's Rod," The mysteries of life they see, Who, listening, hear the Voice of God. Above, beneath, without, within Truth's universal treasures wait- Each royal soul may enter i n— Nor loiter by Time's outer gate ; May enter in like Tisba's Seer, While sheltering heavens (and earth) applaud, And win her wealth, with rev'rent fear. And hear and know the Voice of God. /( ! ( ' '! lull 154 Ye, who by birthrij^ht dower are heirs Of all tlie Centuries' garnered gain — Robed in the vestments Virtue wears Truth's regal equities maintain ! No human standards mark her scope In mind or spirit, sky or sod : Each teacher's forceful word— (in h)pe) — Is to the taught the Voice of God. Not over desert-dunes ye om-e. To bide where rock-r)of'd glo:)m infests — But unto Learning's Templed Home, By royal way, as honored guests, And we, in love, who greet you now To charm you on to realms untrod — See Crown for each true teacher's brow, Through Christ, revealed, the Voice of God. ^t liivn |t at tbc lilitmiciljt. M LrciE Williams. " in the silent midnight watches," With the starry eye-beams gleaming And the Moon's soft, holy radiance Robing all the world at rest- Past the waiting angel guardians Who are set in man's redeeming. Came a Messenger of Mercy Forth from Heaven on love's behest, - Came for one in stress and tension, Battling bravely for dominion O'er the ills that chafe the body And that enervate the mind : Baffled, impotent and grieving. Like a d:^ve with wounded pinion. Kept far down within the shadov/s Where the earthly forces bind ; 1 155 Fear had fill'd with sad forebodings Many an hour of pain and sorrow, Check'd and hindered aspirations For the good th^t might be won ; Hope— in sunlight— promised briglitness, Sang of better things to-morrow : So, altt-rnate gloom and gladness Kept her life in shade or sun. Still the crucial conflict, raging, Vex'd the burdened, harassed Spirit —Scarcely knowing in the darkness What environments infest — While each chafing dny was followed By a night whose only merit Was the shelter of its silence. Not the vigor of its rest. Gentle', tenderer, purer, holier Than a father's kiss caressing, Came a whisper in the stillness. And the pain-swept, throbbing breast Felt a low, sweet : " Come, my darling !" Like a mother's touch, in blessing. And her heart said : " jesus, Master. I am cominff to Thy rest." Twas so kind of Him to call her : How He long'd to save and shield her In the shelter of His home-land ! Lo ! She now with Him above Hath obtained the spirit-freedom Which the mortal could not yield her ; She hath found the faultless morning And the perfect life of love. 156 (Mum, M, L. Wilson.) Hush my Lister, God knows best ! Stay thy tears and dry thy weeping ! He, who lies so still at rest, Jesus says is only sleeping, liy and by the light will break ; Thou wilt see His hand upon thee, — ■ Know, that for His own dear sake, He did lay liiis burden on thee. Once-of old- He spake this word : — — Woi'ided hearts of pain relieving — ' ' He shall rise again restored By my i^race, who dies believing". So he speaks to thee, to day, — Takes His place, in love, beside thee, - Marks where rests the pulseless clay, — Feels the heart-desires denied thee. 'ii i i Jesus wept, when Mary wept, Where her loved in t'cath ' ly sleeping : Sacred mortal dust is wept Sanctified by weary weeping. So he weeps, be:ide this tomb : In due time, before its portal. His sweet voice will thrill the gloom. And the sleeper rise immortal. God's angelic hosts c^bov'% (He for hum; n need anoints them), Serve Him with the purest love, — Watch and ward where He appoints them. Bear the blessings, that He saith, Mortals need when pain hath wrung them : But the sombre angel. Death, Is the truest friend among them. 1 •57 (I<'RANCK8 K. VVlLLARD.) Beloved of earth ! Thou art risen to the ^lory Awaiting thee, high in the Heaven of His love. The Heralds of God are repeating the story — Thy story of trial and triumpli — above. The homage of hearts, like an incense, ariseth Around thee, ascending, encircled in light ; The spirit Divine thy pure spirit haptizeth With infinite bei?uty and marvellous might — By the Blood of Atonement made spotless and white. Beloved of Heaven ! Great honors await thee — Nor mind of a mortal their measure may know ; The ransomed extol Him whose love did create thee, (A proof of His promise) He loveth us so. The Saints, in the land of Immortals and Angels — While lauding thy tender, beneficent grace- Make boast of the scope of thy human evangels And plans of redemption to save a lost race And win them to holiness, pureness and peace, Beloved of God ! How the Father rejoiceth — Thy coming such garlands of gleanings doth bring ! The trophies thou bearest, thine adventures voiceth ; Thy treasure-trove greatly enhanceth the King. Thy spirit, in youth, caught a glimpse of God's brightness Unveiled but to visions that steadfastly gaze On His face, and thy soul, in the sanctified whiteness Aflame, so translated His purpose and ways As to render them ever a desire and a praise. We mourn not. Beloved ! Nay ! How should we mourn thee Advanced to a Throne, though our eyes may not see ! We love thee ! Yet never to earth would return thee. When, safe in the Heavens, thou art sceptered and free. We crown thee " OUR LEADER " forever, anointed By queenliest service our lives to enthrall ; Heaven sealeth the scroll by which thou art appointed : We follow and serve at thy word and thy call. Till freedom and chastity cometh to all. 158 % Ipriutc of (6otr. (Rev. a. M. Phillips, B. D.) A Prince of the Lord hath fallen in his place In the active ranks of men ; The pulse hath vanished from a heart of grace, To throb not there again. We stoop where he fell— neither sight nor sound Nor answer do we win ; But the empty armor, alone, is found ; The King hath call'd him in. Never truer knight for the Cross rode fast To gain the strife's surcease, Than he whom we sing : now the goal is past, — The warrior hath release. Too brief were the days for the deeds he plann'd ; The nights and days too brief : He seemed to touch every soul o'er the land. In Sin's dark bonds and grief. U. li He heard from the hovels accursed by rum The famished children call, — And his sword, unsheathed was a brand of flame To save and rescue all. He saw, in the drift of human things. The weak crush 'd by the strong. And his ringing words, with their press-lent wings, Sprang out against the wrong. .^. 159 He knew, if the Church of the Lord would rise, By grace, in holy might, United in love, by the Truth made wise, The world would find the light, — And so, with his heart and his brain afire With strong, consuming zeal, He strove for the meed of his soul's desire And man's immortal weal. To many a sorrowing home he came — An angel at the door, As eyes to the blind and feet to the lam.e And father to the poor. Safe, safe in the realm of supremest power He hath won the life he sought. But his works rem.ain, as a priceless dower. For our advantage wrought. For old and for young in the trend of years His sterling worth will show More divine and full than it now appears In shadow here below. From the tents of toil he hath crcss'd the way To where the victors throng ; On his silent bier in our love we lay This laurel wreath of song. i6o Hi if . ,1 » 'I- ' (ibe ©to antr tbc Htto. I i I (An ode read April 4, 1895, at a re-union of the former members of the old Richmond Street Methodist Church, held in the "New Richmond," Toronto.) When Cyrus, the King, from the "House of Borsippo " Gave Ezra the " Chargers of silver and gold " — At the word of the Lord, who had given him a kingdom, Majestic and mighty, to have and to hold — And far o'er the " Desert of Haran " had sent him. With freedoms, and favors, and treasures abroad — Nor foemen might hinder, nor aliens prevent him — To rear on Mount Zion the Temple of God. And when, by the grace of his kinsmen and neighbors, — True service hath source in the spirits of men — By free-will oblations and heart-loving labors Moriah was crowned with its splendor again ; Then sanctified songs of rejoicing ascended From sons and from sires, for mercies bestowed ; With altar upreared and with servitude ended They worshipped, with praise in the Temple of God. Hearts, buoyant and joyful, sang thank-adorations ; New impulse, begotten of Hope, was in bloom And Zion resounded with loud jubilations ; The heavens had recalled the dark angels of doom. But ah ! There were some, who with love's introspection. Remembered the "House " where their life had begun. Who wept as they thought on its vanished perfection. And mourned for the days and delights that were done. i6i Oh ! Still for the old ways, old times and old places Our hearts, at life's even, revisit the past; There was beauty, divine, in the light of the faces That smiled on us then, — too angelic to last ; There never were sun-rays that thrill'd as they then did ; Nor flowers in the springtime so fragrant and pure ; Then day-dawns were golden, and sunsets were splendid ; Our friends were delightful and friendships were sure. The world now seems sordid, as if she had sold her Redeemer and Maker for gold and for gain : And years, rushing by, leave us frailer and older. And bring us and leave us not blessing but bane. 'Tis wise and 'tis well to let Memory's finger Allure us, — revealing the brightness of youth : For all the enchantments that reach us and linger. Have kinship with virtue, religion and truth. \ W Yet ye, whom we love— while this welcome we wave you — Though iich by your gifts and your deeds through the years; Who boast, in the Lord, of the trophies he gave you And mention the scenes where his triumph appears. Though ye, like the Elders of yore, might be weeping, Lamenting our indigent worship and praise ; In sackcloth this " Passover service " be keeping— A prey to these later, degenerate days ; I I'ii I W H; ^i- 11 ! 5 P I ii i ' 162 Ye mourn not- -above us Jehovah still hideth — Nor grieve for the "Holy of Holies " untrod : The face of the Lord in Shechinah abideth ; The "Temple " is bright with the presence of God ; The altar of prayer hath its incense arising ; The light of the Spirit illumines our creeds ; And mortals- -no longer their fellows despising— Mould answers to faith by the alms of their deeds. We reach not our tread where ye hoped to have found us; The heights of your purpose were hard to attain ; The world and the flesh have their cordons around us And bind and still hold us afar on the plain ; The high-lands allure us, —they have life in pre-emption ; Our faces are sunward ; our hopes in the " Blood ;" We stand at the " Cross ;" we rejoice in redemption ; We signal our Home by the mercy of God. The Fathers are calling ; they hasten to meet us ; Ye first may go over ; your rest hath been won; Ye have earned your "Crowns;" when we come ye can greet us ; We stay in the work till our service is done ; We teach, and we train, and we toil for his glor>^ ; By faith and by prayer ye can help us be true ; All heaven, when we meet, will ring out with the story :— The trust and the love of " Tiie old and the new. " i63 Clj^ ®mtl^ autr |ts C^iir|)tr. " That all the people of the earth may know.' " When your children shall ask." " Ye shall let your children know." The Truth, in its plan, in its aim, and formation, - Like unto Creation — is boundless and broad ; Its life, like its source, hath eternal duration ; 'Tis wide, in its scope, as the purpose of God. i Tis strong as the union of Universe forces; Its touch is as light as the kiss of the dawn ; And He, who upholdeth the Stars in their courses, Hath said, it shall live when the heavens are gone. The one, who would teach it, must love it and know it, And measure its potency in the Divine ; In action, expression, and character show it, — Their life, by the grace of its virtue, must shine. Each seed, sown in faith, shall increase in the ages Like Abraham's seed to the " Sands by the shore"; The words of the Prophets, the Bards and the Sages Have vital accretion, by grace, evermore. And every true teacher, or high-born or lov\ly. Hath promise when toiling and teaching are past, If these, before God, have been humble and holy. Of share in Eternity's crowning, at last. i>\ ■ Jl 1 ',' t 1 \i r ^^ ^t '! ^ 1 [ i 1 i 164 Cljc l^anb of Immortub. By the rose-trellis'd cottage, where beauty abides — Where joy loves to linger and sing, Or sorrow her secret evangel confides, And circling the towers of the kin h' There closely impinges a land of delights. Where glories immortal are spread And sanctified pureness forever invites : 'Tis the beautiful home of the dead. The people who dwell in that wonderful land — 'Mid its music and sunlight and bliss Are the ones who in pureness of being expand From the holy formations of this : They are free from the slavish dominion of sin— From the bondage and body of death — And each into fulness of life hath come in. From existence enthroned on a breath. In vision, the rapt "Son of Iddo, " the Seer, Saw the streets of the " City of Truth, " And all the broad pavements to him did appear As the play-ground of beautiful youth : The children are there vvith their rapture and son Not a charm that enrobed them vvith love Is vanished, but purer and fairer they throng in the Land of Immortals above. Enwreathed in tlie out-flaslnng glory and rime Of that country celestial, so near. — Limn'd out in its Hush, on the hill-tops of time, Our loved ones, departing, appear, — They fade from our sight, passing over the brow. The night falls o'er city and sward : We dream of the light that encircles them now in the glorified land of the Lord. '6> i65 For all, as they pass into pureness and love, Leaving sordid conditions buhind, At the merciful mandates of Providence move With tenderest spirit and mind ; They join in Redemption's beneficent plan,— The " Law of the Spirit " tliey laud,— They see, in a perfect salvation for men. The infinite purpose of God. Every pulse-throb of thine there's a heart beating less; Life's covenant angel has come And out of the earth-bonds, which chafe and oppress. Hath kiss'd an immortal one home To the fulness and glory, which eye hath n^t seen Nor mortal conception hath trod — Where being is perfect communion between The Christ-ransomed spirit and God. iSi mhm I licet mm. "That disjiple whom Jesus loved said unto Peter, It is the Lord. Now when Sir on l>eter heard it was the Lord, he girt his fisher's coat unto him and did cast himself into the sea." (I wonder what Peter told Jesus in that quiet moment, alone, before the other disciples who were following in the boat, reached the shore ? O.ily Jesus knew and Jesus never told. Our weaknesses are His secrets. Our soul-cries win us His power Peter said :— "Tlion kn^ west, I love thee.") Jesus ! Master ! When I meet thee With time's toilsome travail past. And my spirit, fain to greet thee, Stands before Thee at the last, — Let me, like Thy wayward servant; Reach Thee on the silent shore Waiting for me, then most fervent I my follies will deplore. i'ki iil I'f! ' 166 I will tell Thee all my sorrow For each foolish word of mine, That was like a barbed arrow In that gentle heart of thine ; 1 will tell Thee how unkindly And how selfish were my deeds, As 1 blundered onward, blindly, Careless of my brother's needs ; 1 will tell Thee of the warnings Which were given me from above, - Of my bitter, heartless scornings Of Thy guiding care and love. Of my soul-impassioned pleadings For the good which I could see. Quite unmindful that Thy leadings Meant eternal things for me ; And it may be, 1 shall hear Thee— Really hear Thee— speak and say : " 1 will evermore be near thee, Thou Shalt never go astray, I will shelter, for 1 love thee ; 1 have saved thee ; thou art free ; Let my full salvation move thee Unto loyal ministry." Then, perhaps, my Soul, uprising From the mortal and its strife, into all the pure, surprising Vistas of a perfect life May be able to obey Thee Perfectly ; in some degree By a finite love repay Thee For an Infinite to me. 1 6/ " And the Lord said unto Moses, Speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward." "Forward!" God, the King, commandeth At Baal Zephon by the sea ; Jacob's vassal'd heirs commandeth From the life-throne, where He standeth Sovereign Ruler. All who bandeth There do move obediently. "Forward !" This is law in action, — Freedom's ultimate exaction, — God, the watchful Father, pointing,— By this call of power anointing All His people for the toiling— Dark despair and doubt despoiling. Over desert-dunes and dangers — Alien and dependent strangers — To the " Land beyond the Jordan," Each true Israelite's high guerdon. Land with "milk and honey " flowing, Happy home-land, faith's bestowing. Land of verdant vales and meadows, Type of one beyond the shadows, Where, with pilgrim journey past Each true son shall rest at last, Each fair daughter find release From her servile bonds ; Where Peace Like a white-wing'd, holy dove- Brooding evermore above — Hovers o'er a land of love ; Where the children sing and play All the perfect summer day ; Where the bird-songs bless the bowers All the bright, glad, golden hours. So He pleads And so they see. So each heart keeps jubilee. Grasps the glory yet to be, I 'I 51 il :ili! m \- n 1 68 Hears the ^all and falls in liiu', Counts the messajie all (iivinc. What thoiiuh " Pi-ha-hi-roth " rise Till his turrets cleave the sKies, Thoujj;h his crowdiny ramparts face Till the sea-waves wash their base ; Though the wide sea sweeps the shore ^^nd its billows toss and roar, /vlaki n^ din forever more; Thou-h the dun clouds drape the sky And the day's fair an^^els fly With the lij,'ht-beams as thoy die ; Thou^jh night's quiverin^r curtain falls, Even while the trumpet calls, Shadowing all the mountain walls : It is death To tarry here ; Egypt's marshall'd hosts are near, Through the gloom their crests appear. "Forward!" " Fear not!" " Thou Shalt see " £My salvation, full and free !" " I will fight this day for thee ! ' Lo! The Leader's lifted rod. Stretching o'er the seas abroad, By th' omnipotence of God, Stills the tumult. Tossing waves- Late the south- wind's saucy slaves — Shrink into their opal graves ; Fitful breezes sob and sweep O'er the undulating deep. Where the bea'en billows weep. Till they gently fall asleep ; Every jewel 'd water- wight In his pearl-home, clear and bright, Flashes in the fading light. To his fellow, love's "Good-night ! " Shimmering into peace and rest. Lo! Like trump-call to each breast Duty's belfry peals a test, Life's beneficent request, l6y Every pearl-bower hears the tiiime King, As once in olJen time Ranji; tlu' mandamciit sublime: - " Let dry land appear," and suitt Anuels saw thi.' waters sliit't, Continents and islanils lift Heaving bosoms tlirou^h tlie diitt ; Saw thf vernal brilliance rise Bloominiz, while the new-born skies Mir'-ort'd all the tints and dyes In ^h\d nature's chaste surprise ; While the stars of morning sanji, San^, nor knew an envious pan^i, RaptiMous hallelujahs ran will With submissi . c trust and skill, Felt each atom, vibrant, thrill, All its purpose to fulfil. As the dreamy robes, which rest On a virgin mother's reast, Parting at the gentle quest Of a tiny hand, attest They but shelter and conceal Still for love's supreme appeal, All the gifts that help and heal, Kept alone for nature's weal ; So the unfurling waters tell, As with rippling surge and swell. Where the runes of God impel, Heeding Life's monitions well, Every crystal tongue declares How the earth her bosc^m bares For her children's needs and cares, While her heart their sorrow shares. 11 : ■V 1 H i 1 ■ ^H 1*1 i mi ■ 170 "Forward !" Limpid lied^t-s stand, AnKel-iield, on t-Jthcr iiand, While betwL't'ii, the silterinji sand Broadens far, a virgin strand ; Israel's hosts. In motley sheen, Where the watery ramparts lean, By the lijiht of Go.! are seen Passinjj; o'er the way between ; Safe, For He hatii called them on, — Free, The E^ypt-bonda/orioiis son^r uf old, From aniTcIs hi'iitliiiiio'i'r ilic earth To touch their harps offfo/it ; Peace on the earth, }>;ood wilt to men. From Heaven's all-irracions Kin;r, The zvorld in solemn stillness lay To hear the Angels sing." .\h This sweet son^ we used to sing In the home-days, long ago ; Still adown the years doth ring, And its music haunts me so : As the Christmas time comes in With its joy and festal cheer, 1 can hear, above life's din, Its sweet message, strong and clear. With the cadence of the song. Borne to me each Christmas tide, Childhood's voices float along. That were once my joy and pride : 1 can hear their youthful ring Not, perhaps, in truest chord, Yet with earnest zest they sing Glad hosannas to the Lord. By and bye, before His face. We shall lay our burdens down ; For the trust we gave His grace, From His hand receive a crown. May we have done well our part. So, in love, our praise to bring, With our childhood's happy heart Up to where the Angels sing. ■(:■••: §m nit 'If .1 1(1' i 111 i l'' ' 1 \- 1 1 172 Ucarcr pn (Sab ia C^cc. ,1 ^1 i r i i 'Twas in a railway waiting room With twilight shadows falling— A score of us were neighbors By the grace of common need,— The dreary day was ending And our cheerful homes were callin^T So the passing ones around us Had from each but little heed. " Please, a pennv !" There beside me, Till that moment quite unnoted, Stood a fair-faced little maiden With extended, nut-brown hand, While the other one, up-reaching Was in tenderness devoted To a frail, wan, sightless father,— Whom she led by love's deman('. All were not unkind and selfish — If our souls shone in our faces — But the pennies did come slowly,— The dear child got scarce a one ; While the trembling lips and lashes Were the quivering, tensioned traces Of the sore, hurt heart within her When the fruitless quest was done. Then, into a quiet corner By some guardian angel guided — Slowly went the twain together, Courting Solitude's release. O, I wonder if the shadows Are not by the Lord provided For His lonely, burdened children As a hiding place of peace ? iliii:'! 173 When the light fades at the even' Heaven's kingdoms shine out clearer, Then, alone, our virion broadens From the creature and the clod ; Somehow, in the sheltered silence Of the darkness, hearts come nearer To the loving, sympathetic Throbbing Fatherhood of God. il Hush ! In quaint, sweet, childish treble, F'laintive in its soulful pleading, Like the breathing of a crushed heart. Fettered, calling from the night. Yet, that from the bonds and darkness Reaching upward, interceding. Finds the Father's benediction Circling downward from the light. ilHtfii!! Came that old, old song, whose fragrance Maketh melody immortal. Winning weary spirits skyward From the grieving and the strife ; They, who feel its forceful faith-chords Find within Life s jeweled portal In the present and the human, Joy and peace and perfect life. Then in softened tremulous basso Joining softly in the chorus— With His sightless eyeballs lifted Toward the Throne-light in the song. And his pallid face, rellecting Glimpses of the glory o'er us. Did the poor, blind, feeble father. All the prayerful praise prolong. ' i=: mw U4 Surely love — the love of Jesus — Is the point of pure attraction, Is the central, soulful magnet Binding hearts, above all creeds, — With one impulse, all who listened, Seemed in unity of action Planning to be helpful to them Whose sweet trust-life 'shamed their deeds. Still they sang and still we waited, While each soul, with theirs in vision Saw the "cross" — His cross and their one — Felt the " sun-down " in the song ; By the " stony griefs " sore tear- way Reached glad Bethel's fair elysian — ***** Hist ! That quavering, sudden ending Must betoken something wrong. One beside him, springing quickly, Caught the old man falling forward. Caught, and found his journey over. And his thankless service done : He had heard, from out the shadows. Loving voices calling shoreward, And he •-■.ng the hymn to ending, Near the Father by the Throne. ^Vc ^ic ^fc Jt* u What IS THY PURPOSE For Jesus to-day ? Plan for the Lord, Is the call from the word. He will each holy intention repay : Will thou not Plan for the Lord ? Pray to Him ; Plan for Him ; Ponder His word ; Perfect His love by the grace of thine own; Plan for Him ! Plan for the Lord ! m 175 |0i^ %XXBL In the gray of a wintry morn With the storm wrack driving fast And its turbulent, freighted surgings, borne On a wilc^ December blast ; Mid the crash of clashing steels And the grind of frozen snow, And the flash as the frost-rimed, steel-rimmed wheels Touch the iron path below. Came the midnight fast express With her load of human freight And her glimmering lights, each power in stress And her time : " Six-forty late. " IN i:U She had lain through the wrathful night On a switch 'd-out, side-track's lee Like a fettered giant in thwarted flight Till the line was clear and free : in the dawn when the message came, How the forceful powers had play In her quivering throbbing heart of tlame As she westward sprang, away Like a slumbering ogress roused From a restless, anxious sleep, Or the Ossiiui huntress, wild, unhoused On the bleak, bare mountain sweep ! With his hand on the throttle bar. While his keen, dark eyes do peer On the track, through the elemental war, Stands Joe Birse, the Engineer. •^fi^'ilf) I r : :\ '1 176 He had fumed like a lion caged, Through the long, dark, angry night, But the ring and the spring and speed assuaged And restored the keen delight, And the joy which they only feel Who are linked by soul and skill With the life and the might these gifts unseal To the mandates of the will. Do ye know what it means for these Who are true in cold and grime, When ye sit in the velvet seats, at ease. On a wintry day, "on time !' I" Do ye think, who lie down and sleep All the long night watches through. Do ye ever think of the ones who keep Such unceasing guard for you ? But hist ! What means that glow ? Great God ! The switch light, red ! And the train on the river track, below ! Lake St. Louis just ahead I Can it be that a tension 'd brain Or a hand chill'd by the breath Of the blustering blast, has sent the train On this route to doom and death ? Like a flash of electric tbnK/ On tiie cloud-drap'd nil. iv's i^,ii,'ast, To the eye of Ins heart a vi*^- jii . jrne Of the hoiTie where his dailin,:s rest And of homes over all the laiiti With their darlings in his trust ; " O Thou, before whom I soon must stand Can these love-bound hands be just I" 177 And the clamorous angels call ! And the pitiless Right demands ! And the jubilant mock of the pit- fiends fall ! O, what may unloose these hands ? It is done ! All the brake-rods ring In the strain of crushing steam ! How the ponderous coaches surge and swing, As the wharf lights flare and gleam ! With a grasp like a " Mailed Mar " He had closed and held the brakes, While his strong right arm reversed the bar ; His hands made no mistakes. What an age in a moment's space ! Can the Lord send no release ? Has the demon of ill usurped His place ? Will the steam-throbs never cease ? He held mid the storm and shock With unswerving, iron will : As the massive engine clear'd the dock, On the wharf the train stood still, But the lake in her robes of white, Had unlock'd her pure, cold breast. And had kiss'd from the clay and the rude, wild night A hero soul to rest. i.ili: We bow, while our eyes are dim ; " Unto death " fills love's broad creed. Jesus Christ is a brother unto him Wiio dieth for mortal need. A call from the Great White Throne Shall ring out. supreme and clear. In the day when tlie deathless names are known "Joe Birse, the Hngineer I''' I t% 178 '(Lis tl^c Jfatljcr. (In loving remembrance of Harry I.ynian Mcrrison, our only nnd dearly beloved Son, who died .Sept. lltli, 18H,S, atred « years and 9 nionllisj 'Tis the Father's thought That plans our lives and moulds our destinies, — Yet from beyond these mortal mysteries There comes, — unsoui^ht— This, that the Lord hatii wrought,— And, though we may not comprehend it, still- We bow, submissive, to His mind and will, And learn His perfect thought. i 4. .'Ah i 11- 'Tis the Father's hand That smites so sore and wounds our hearts so deep And crush'd and bruis'd, our spirits bow and weep ; Yet — wisely planned — ■ His righteous ways expand, And we shall know, with all the journey o'er, That all our wounds and grievings ]iurt Him sore, And recognize His hand. 'Tis the Father's will That we should walk alone o'er all the way, And to our sobbing hearts we hear Him say, "Peace! Peace! Be still !" And so we wait until The morning breaks, and earthly shadows flee, Then we. His finished purposes shall see. And praise His perfect will. 179 'Tis the Fatlier's care : He knows full well how weak, without, within, The children are to cope with armor'd sin. He answers prayer, And so in love doth bear The tender lambs safe to His sheltered heart. And we shall, when we understand His part, Hxtol His perfect care. 'Tis the Father's way : It leads from sorrow's lon^ and sombre night To joy and perfect rest, and pure delight. 'Tis always day Beyond the " House of Clay "— To all who humbly walk with God below, And, by and by, each trusting one shall know 'Twas His own perfect way. 'Tis the Father's love ; So pure, so wise, so true, and always right ; Unchanging, infinite, the life and light Of all, above. Below, (we trust Him quite). The tenderest love a human heart b.ath known is but a faint reflection of His own : God's love is perfect love. 'Tis the Father's rest From pain, and want, and weariness, and sin. They gain eternal life who enter in. No fears molest. — And God, who knoweth best, Calls one in rosy youth, while hopes engage- And bids another toil till hoary age ; For each 'tis perfect rest. it h M 1 80 (!rj)rct .Score aub (jTcii; (A l.irtlulay greeting (oS. O. Tllcznid, Ks..^!^ ^ 4l^> ^ 1.0 I.I itt I2ii 122 2.0 ■» 140 I L25 IHU 11.6 ^ ^^'^^i ^^■^^ ^.^* ^ Hiotographic Sdeiices Corporation ^^^ 23 WiST MAIN STRilT WnSTIR,N.Y. USM (716) •73-4503 1 84 11 ' : I j 1 lie ilimtos Wilp batlj Callcb. ||im ^nrnt. (Edwin T. Coaxes.) In the hush of the holy morn — 'Neath the smile of starry eyes — A virgin soul from the Earth was borne To a home in the restful skies : The faithful and loving Christ — 'Mid the throes of the mortal strife— 'Jnloosed the breath, And His touch, in death, Was the thrill of an endless life. In the flush and bloom of youth — With the Hope-bells ringing clear Their winsome calls, by the founts of Truth, Where the Victor's palms appear, He fell ; but the vantage gained. Where the strongest toil and plod, is proof sublime. Of a power to climb The measureless heights of God. Like the blush of the lily fair, Which but greets one golden morn, — Or matin hymn of the song-bird, rare. Once alone, on the breezes borne. His life, in its brief delay. Did such fragrant gifts employ For love alone. Its grace shall be known With an ever increasing joy. 185 Unto few is it ever given As to him, with soul refined, To always walk in the light of Heaven And be wise, — and to all be kind : Not his forceful song alone, But his life was a hymn of love Whose tones shall ring Where the ransomed sing In the courts of the Lord, above. In the day when the Saints shall rise And the Righteous have reward, His name shall shine, 'mid the list of the wise, In the honor-roll of the Lord : May not this be grandly true : — It is Zion's heart of flame That record bears Through eternal years Of each crowned, immortal name ? With us, it is "Dust to dust ;" For the dead we sob and weep ; With breaking hearts and a stricken trust We, the watch of the human, keep : But with him !— O, who may sing Of the life to which he hath come ! Or tell his place In the work of grace ! He knows who hath called him Home. 1890. 1 86 |it ptem0riiTm. (Sir John S. D. Thompson.) Hence ! Angels of doom ! Smote ye, in swiftness, our glory and pride ; Bjw we in shadow and gloom ; Over each heart Sorrow's cuirassiers ride ; Our faces, Grief carven, Are crouched in our hands ; The pallor of death Paleth all, from your brands : Hence ! Angels of Doom. Grieve ! Britain the great ! Mourn for the impotent dumbness of death ! In thy redemption, elate, Out of thy pulse canst thou conjure his breath ? Though armored with brawn Thou art vapid to save. And mighty alone. By such life as he gave. Grieve ! Britain the great. Weep ! Century's Queen ! Laurels of ihine, in the dew, on his brow, Fragrant with promise are seen ; One, in Eternity, crowneth him now. , The dower of his days — Impearled in their prime — Shall mirror thy praise In the trophies of Time. Weep ! Century's Queen. Jan 187 Droop ! Banner of God ! Symbol of freedom, uprightness and truth Tremble and kiss thou thy rod, Low in the penance and pain of thy ruth ! A stalwart defender Is borne from the fray, — Whom foeman could daunt not Or perils dismay. Droop ! Banner of God, Boom ! National guns Over each contment, island and sea ! Under the stars or the suns Never a knight was more valiant than he : A soldier of God — So his honors attest — They coffin his clay With the cross on his breast. Boom ! National guns. Toll ! Funeral bells ! " Ashes to ashes " and " dust unto dust ;" Hope in your threnody, swells ; Faith lends a tongue to the tone of your trust ; He resteth at noon ; He hath won his reward ; The service is done, By the grace of the Lord. Toll ! Funeral bells. Praise ! Canada, praise ! Lift up thy face ! Through the mist of thy tears Breathe out thy thanks for God's ways And this crown to thy marvellous years ! Forever 'tis shown By his virtue and worth. True merit is greater Than prestige or birth. Praise ! Canada, praise. erd. 1895 1 88 ¥ i' , i III t|)c Citn of 60tr. (Ephraim Dl'tt, Toronto.) " He was a good man and full of the Holy Gliost and of faith." He hath entered the City of God : The toiling is over, the labor is done, The "Race" to the goal of desire hath been run ; The turmoil and chafing and sorrows are o'er ; The world and its pressures can vex him no more ; The feet of the pilgrim the pathway hath prest To the gate of the Kingdom, the haven of rest : He hath entered the City of God. He hath found in the City of God The friends of his youth and companions beloved, Who oft had his fealty and faithfulness proved ; He bade some "good-bye " as they entered the gate,— There, close by the portals, to meet him they wait , And many are there whom he helped by tlie way, — Who learned by his word how to watch and to pray ; And others, rejoicing in life which they found By the grace of his lips, do in rapture surround ; And ONE, above all, his Redeemer and Lord,— The Christ whom he served and obeyed an.1 adored, He hath found in the City of God. He hath wealth in the City of God : The love which he lavished, in deeds on the poor, Hath grown, in the Kingdom, to wonderful store ; The kindness of heart, that came freely at call in service, the Father hath garnered it all ; The prayers, strong in faith and the soul-cleansing blood, 1 89 Which ascended, unceasing, for sinners to God, The griefs and the pity, the friendships and care. The burdens he i! ■i''i IQI Then, the sun out of dream-land "came smiling at morning ; The moon helped the fairies at night in the dells, All the flowers and the grass-blades, for love's sake adorning With pictures in crystalline bells ; Then the birds sang the joy-songs the Sleep-Angels taught them When night shadows sheltered each head 'neath a wing ; The bees sipped the nectar the humming birds brought them ; While the white, woven, willow robe-tassels were wrought them To woo, win and welcome the Spring. O the dream-days of childhood are over and ended, — The visions have vanished, the freedoms have fled ; The romance of wondrous delight which attended Life's young aspirations, is dead : Yet, still, mid day duties and dreams of the night-time, My heart, o'er the years and their burdens between, Will turn, and keep turning afar to the bright time Of youth, when 1 scampered (O thai was life's light-time !) A barefooted boy on the green. iJi I'! June, 1891. The years are for us what me make them ; Each day hath its blessings in store, And each hour its delights, if we take them, And heaven hath eternally more, 192 Drato t^t %\it fhxt. if (John Prkdrrick Young,) " Draw the life line ! Pull me in !" Mid a wild sea storm, careening Where the tides of Fundy, crashing, All the Court 'nay shores were lashing. With the breakers intervening, From the surgings and the din Rang this call for one who, kindly, With a brother's heart, not blindly. In the angry floods had thrown him ( Every father fain would own him. Every mother's love enthrone him) To the rescue of a stranger — One in awful stress and danger : * ♦ * * ♦ Struggling, battling, slow he near'd him, While the gathering watchers cheer 'd him,- With a sturdy grip had grasp'd him. Calling clearly as he clasp'd him : " Draw the life line ! Pull me in ! " II " Draw the life line !" Oh, the sin ! From the careless hands that held it, O'er the breaking, stormy billows. Tossing on their foamy pillows As the waves (poor slaves !) compelled it, Went the life line. Oh, the sin ! He with hero-spirit trusting, — Freely all in Death's face thrusting. Girt without by life's enfolding. Urged within by love's up'.iolding. Strong, the boisterous sea assailing. Had gone out' with soul unquailing : But the lift line, idly trailing. Slipped away, no hand to save it Or the two bright lives he gave it. ***** Drifting, shifting, backward, forward Through the booming, empty, shoreward Came the life line. Oh, the sin ! m' »i 193 " Draw the life line : Pull me in I" One, above, where tempests break not, — Safe within life's sheltered shore line, Felt the Spirit's mystic fore line In the call, and thoujih He spake not, Answered as the next of kin : Son of God, who never sleepeth — Who unceasing vigil keepeth : Never cry, where storm-wraith sweepeth, Rings for helping but He hears it : Is it darkness ? Lo, He clears it ! Impotent despair ? He cheers It. Once, when direful doom had driven. He, amid the storm had striven Till His soul-cry entered heaven. Crushed, forsaken. Ah, He knew it ! And His ear, attentive to it, Heard the crush 'd heart calling through it ; Felt the weakness of another. Every Christ-man is a brother To the God-man. And the other ? Ah, the one he brought He gave him, Both, in love, for life did crave him. For they, twain, had died to save him. Lo ! The manly one, so tender. Who did life for life surrender. Found within the garnered splendor Of the skies, beyond the strife line. One who never lost a life line, — Him, who keeps time's hero roll-call. Always answers to a soul call : " Draw the life line ! Pull me in !" # Sweetly, gently, swiftly rising, Angel songs immortalizing, — Sunder'd from all self and sin For the crowning at the portal : He, who maketh man immortal, To the Home Land drew him in. October. 1890. 194 \ t i i ■ ! j . ' :\i ' 1; '41 H,' i~ n 1*; \ i 1 ' ■■ I have cut off a., a weaver my life."— King Hezckinh. We are weavers for God in the life-looms He ^iveth And faith, hope and love are the warp of the web ; The gracious endowments each mortal receiveth The woof are, and woven, in flow or in ebb, By day-dawn or darkness, each rudiment blending, Completes the design of the Master, above. If we weave with a purpose divine and unending ; The textures of Time are the glory of Love. Some value but lightly life's exquisite mornings — The dream-hours of youth with thtir music and song- Though Duty persuadeth they heed not her warnings But follow the foolish and indolent throng : Afar in the shadows, at sunset, they linger And mourn all the brilliance unwon by the way, While Night, by the touch of her obscuring finger. Consigns all the hope-wreatb.s to Gloom and Decay : And some, by the way side, pluck gaily the flowers And follow the rainbow or butterfly's gleam, Unheeding probations that pass with the hours And fly from their foiding like gnomes of a dream ; Or charmed by the sensual, fair Chastity fleeing, At Passion's low altar of penance they kneel And offer to Sin all the wealth of a being — The glory and boast of Omnipotent zeal ; 195 But one, wlK-rt- tlie furnace was " seven tinus " heated, Mid pain and bereavement, in tire and in blood — The web of her life, in His name hath completed, hi tearful, submissive surrender to God : Like " Roses of Sharon," witli fraj^rance and splendor Inwoven, each passionate heart-pulsing shone, While trust-chords in tension, breath'd harmony tender And pure as the- purest that Ivav'n hath known. And out of the time-tangles, crossing and fallin;^ — All crude and unshapely and knotted beneath, And out of the fear and confusion, appallinji. The bondage, bereavement and sorrow of deatii. The fabric, all finished has ^one to "the Master," Whose wondrously perfect intention was seen In the shapely design, so much broader and vaster Than mortal conception or measure had been, — For over it all, at His touch and unfolding. There tlash'd out the marvellous trend of His plan — The burdens of pain, by His magical moulding, Like wreaths of rejoicing the whole over-ran ; Tlie trials and crosses were all interwoven And over them each, by a royal decree, A crown and a thorn-crown and deeply inthroven His seal of the service : "Ye did it for Me ;" As white as the lilies of God by Life's river Afflictions, transmuted, rose brightly between, — While heart-alms, unknown but to Christ and the giver. Like bouquets of brilliant immortelles were set n. The Seraphs of light o'er the pattern did hover And marvel to witness its witching accord ; In the beautiful web they could freely discover The love of the weaver and grace of the Lord. 196 ii 8? Hi Ik Ui If: li,: Hf-i Every day hath its round of duties, Each one rising before the sun, — Watching, waiting, ere yet the beauties Of night hath vanished or day begun : Watching to bind, in their chains of needing, Body and soul and hold them fast ; Waiting to stifle the Spirit's pleading — Leaving thee bound to the pulseless past. Every day hath its crucial training : Whoso gaugeth the weal is wise — Only the passion-bound cry, complaining ; 'Tis God's refining that purities. Gold may be pure, in the rubble glinting, — ( Who may measure its worth or loss ? ) Th' furnaced metal is ready for minting ; The fires, alone, can elide the dross. Every day hath its bane and blessing,— Weirdly woven and strangely blent : Hearts grow kinder in grief's caressing ; Joy is an angel by Sorrow sent. Every day hath its gains and losses, Sowings early and gleanings late : Crowns of peace spring from pain-sown crosses ; Earthly hoardings are carnal freight ; Every day hath its lights and shadows — Source of them all, yon smiling sun : Th' sombre cloud way that bathes the meadows Is crowned with glory above the dun. :x J! 197 Every day hath its restful even After burdens and chafings borne ; Slumber's seal is the kiss of Heaven : Waiting beyond is a perfect morn. Never a mortal man may measure That which seemeth and that which is ; Gifts and gold, which he calleth treasure, Given away may alone be his. Day without night will be day unceasing ; Life without death, be life to laud : Every gift will go on increasing, — For Christ our Brother, is Lord and God. Mrigktr. Weighed ! Thou art weighed who belie vest ; Weighed, though thou scornest to know ; Weighed and thine hire receivest, — ■ Earned in thy service below. Weighed in the balance supernal ; Sealed by the trust in the Blood ; Unto the ages, eternal, Kept by the Spirit of God. Weighed by the balm which thou bearest ; Weighed by the motives within ; Weighed by the sorrows thou sharest ; By thine abhorrence of sin. Weighed by the grace in thy giving ; Weighed by the aim of thy deeds ; Weighed by the love in thy living ; Weighed by the Christ in thy creeds. iHr Hi ni H H ■ii !!; ^98 In a recent number of the Toronto Globe there appeared a copy of a courteous, considerate, sympathetic letter written by Her Excellency, the Countess of Aberbeen, to the mother, in the Old Land, of a young groom, one of the servants at Rideau Hall, who was accidentally killed by a fellow servant. I quote two sentences only. A good deal can be read between the lines : " I kissed his brow on your behalf as a farewell from his mother." " We all united in prayer that you and yours, and all to whom the poor boy was dear, might be sustained and comforted under this terrible bereavement."— May, 1897. This old v/orld swingeth nearer truth With each successive sun ; By self, constrained, and hearts in ruth, Love's victories are won ; And still her laurell'd ones abide The burdened ones between — And history writeth there, with pride, The name of Aberdeen. On warrior shield and banner free Where Scotia's ramparts rise, From "Kyle of Durness '' by the sea To "Cheviot" in the skies. This name, in war's tumultuous strile. A Shibboleth hath been To conjure with for death and life ; The Lairds of Aberdeen. Nor yet mid thunder- rash of arms Have they alone b en great — Nor only in war's dire alarms Have well conserved the State. As loyal leaders, Statesmen wise, The centuries have not seen Their peers for Britain's broad emprise : The Earls of Aberdeen. And she from bonnie Guisachan, Uoth fame and lustre bring, Above the grace of crown or clan, Unto the name we sing. ilk 199 A Countess born ; yet not for this Time's laurels intervene ; The spirit of her graciousness Ennobles Aberdeen. This deed we laud a thoughtful part And tenderness displays, — A woman's holy mother-heart, A sister's gentle ways ; In praise all loving ones unite — Celestial and terrene ; She doeth well who doeth right Like Queenly Aberdeen. 1 J « _ ' Land of delight and splendor ! Beautiful home above ! When shall my weary spirit Rest in Thy perfect love ? CHORUS. Jesus, my Saviour, guide me ! Lead thou my spirit on ! In the white Throne-light hide me Safe, when the toil is done. Oft, o'er the halcyon meadows, Hear 1 the vesper song, Low in the twilight shadows Hymned by the ransomed throng, Heaven, with its joys eternal. Heaven will be one day mine ; Safe in its realms supernal, 1 shall have life divine. Here, mid the burdens, lowly Serve 1 in pain and strife ; There in the Home-land holy, 1 shall have perfect life. 'll:i 11 1892. i si 200 mt %u f obtrs Still. (1871-1899.) 1 1 i ". 1 li t; m' ■'' ^- 1; i ■ I: i' : t ffl" ' '1; ffi' "l ii ;^ Sij «;: m 11 f! I! 1 M ^; 11 n k The gray is in my locks, dear love, And thine are tinged with white ; Our throbbing pulses slower move ; Yet, in the waning light Of this dear night 1 joy to write With pleased and cheerful will That thou art mine And I am thine And we are lovers still. Since that fair eve when we were wed With vintage in its prime, The Autumn hath her carpet spread Many and many a time ; And Christmas' chime With peal and rime, Hath voiced our souls' deep thrill ; Though brows grow pale Yet hearts are hale And we are lovers still. Our cheeks have lost their rosy glow, Yet thine are fair to me. Aye ! fairer now than long ago When I was fancy free, Yet bow'd the knee Of trust with thee To love through good and ill ; Our Father's face Attests our grace, And we are lovers still. i i! 201 Our burdens with the years have grown, Yet, He, whom we love best. Hath never left us quite alone, But more than friend or guest In all life's quest Hath been our rest, Our stay, our strength, our skill. To save and spare ; We laud His care And we are lovers still. Some duties wear a sombre hue ; Some griefs were deep and sore ; But thou wert leal and brave and true With wealth of grace in store. That o'er and o'er And evermore Doth generous trust fulfil. In heaven some day, We'll sing, and say :— "And we are lovers still. " §letr0Sptttioii; (MR. AND MRS. E. S. CUMMRR.) Silver Wedding Bells to-night ! Over all the vanished years With what measure of delight. Or of sorrow, or of tears, From the fast Receding past Comes a vision of the way — Leading onward and above — Since that other " Wedding Day," With its mystic hope and love ! 202 Then, the skies were bright and clear, Life in roseate colors drest, All the future seemed so near With its wealth and well-earned rest, Not a cloud Did then enshroud Any hope or promised cheer, — Gifts and favors, everyone, Everything that heart held dear. Seemed so easy to be won. 11 But in all the years since then Mingled joy and pain have blent ; Sorrow oft returned again ; Weary hours, in watching spent, Brought to grief But slight relief ; Trusted friends did trust betray ; Blighted hopes, an ill-timed throng Made life bitter. All the way Right seemed feebler than the wrong. I m Now, this place of vantage gained. What a vision of surprise ! Hindrances that gall'd and chained All were blessings in disguise ; While the crosses And the losses And the weary hours of pain, By the grace of God, above. Are transmuted into gain In th' alembic of His Love. 1 I ■ i ii: Not our way but His is best ; All things done by Him are right ; All His pathways lead to rest ; All His nights to clearer light ; Far away A glorious day Breaks upon the hills of God, Who, as Maker, Saviour, Friend- Makes the way in weakness trod in eternal life to end. i1 lii 203 % domkxUx. Lying, faint and weary, With a throbbing brain ; There's a voice as cheery, — (How it soothes my pain !) In a room, adjacent, 'Tis my precious wife, — Loving, tender, patient Treasure of my life. Whistling as she stitches ; Singing as she sews ; Like a dream of witches, All the rhythm flows ; Now the heart-strings tingle, As it moves along In the merry jingle Of some childhood song ; Then a deeper feeling. Or some subtle whim. Better find revealing In an old-time hymn. And the sprightly measure Finds a minor tone To express the pleasure : Pure and all her own. Then, like woodland breezes In the month of June, Comes a strain that pleases, And a sweet, bright tune Fragrant with completeness. Bearing on its wings To my soul such sweetness, As she sews and sings. F'l Ml m 11 I i ]:il M f.' fctl 204 Immcrctiil Uoutk '.VD (A Birthday Greeting.) The red sun floods the dawn with gold And all the world is one day older ; I saw the Night her garments fold And pass afar, nor aught could hold her : 1 heard joy sing, Like lark on wing, — Her song for all life's gifts ascended ; While Love's refrain In buoyant strain. Still with the choral blended. Oh ! What, to some, are passing days. Who for the present chafe and labor, Who plan for gain and mortal praise, Nor think of God or friend or neighbor,— Whose word and deed Show sensual creed, Who take not up the Kingdom's crosses, •Who prize, alone, The profits won, And value not the losses. Time hath no crown for thee or thine Or any, in unmindful leisure, Who sacrifice at folly's shrine His royal gifts and priceless treasure. Life's grace attends Each day Time lends. That we may as a jewel shape it ; For each lost hour Woe hath a dower, — No angel may escape it. But this day means a year to thee, June-wreathed, and with carnation setting, it meaneth two,— for one to be Hath wondrous beauty for the getting ; Hope's vernal skies Domed Paradise 1S90. 205 A vision of delight and wonder, They mirror still, Not boding ill But love, and heaven is under. Thy body, soul and spirit give To God, for service, pure and fervent They best have learned the way to live Who deem it joy to be a servant : So do thou do With purpose true. He crowneth each supreme endeavor, And thou shalt prove And have — with Love- Immortal youth forever. m ia fart go Hflw. (Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Lemont. Fredericton, N. B.) On a fair October eve When the bloom was on the hills, And the day seemed loth to leave The love-songs of the rills, - In a home where holy song Hath a trill of the sun-lit shore Where the ransomed harpers throng, - We met to part no more. Though the hills may rise between And the parting rivers roll. No landscapes intervene In the province of the soul : There the laws that bear and bind Have eternal touch in store For the mind in bond with mind : , We met to part no more. On the golden, sun-kissed hills Where saved immortals roam And the breeze-borne music trills With the pure, glad joy of home,- There, our spirits, mid the blooms. Will repeat, when earth is o'er. And the fadeless light illumes : We met to part no more. I 1 206 aalxMing fitlls. I H '■ ^^ (Mr. and Mrs. Frbd. Chapman.) The wedding bells are ringing, Transporting gladness bringing To every heart that from their peal finds love's rich radiance springing ; What though the lips may falter To say, before the altar, The words that bind each plighted heart, For life, in love, " till death do part," That bind for evermore each heart, Yet with the mystic psalter : "O love, divine and tender. Veiled in thy softened splendor," We chant this day our praise and pray : Be this new home's defender ; God ble.ss these hands united. These souls by love co-lighted ; May they be one in hope and aim. In faith and works ; in Jesus' name, For truth and righteousness aflame ; Unsevered and unblighted. Give grace in royal measure ; Let service be a pleasure And every gift Thy favor sends be valued as a treasure ; Sunshine and shadow sharing ; Each for the other caring ; May each for each to each be true, And every morn love's bonds renew, And for love's sake each duty do. Each other's burden bearing. So by Thy Spirit guided, And task and toil divided. May all life's complex choices be by love and faith decided ; Nor sin nor Satan sever. Nor mar life's brave endeavor. Till from these venal bonds released Each cometh as a bridal guest. To Love's eternal marriage feast, '• At Home " with God forever. 207 tIjT §canc, d). My Love, 'tis joy for me to know, While sunlijiht streams so clieerie, O, That every happy mile 1 ^o Is so much toward my Dearie, O ; And though the fields of Maine are bare. And April breezes eerie, O, In ^'Baldwin's bowers," "The Elms" are fair, And 'neath them is my Dearie, O. I've been a roamer many a day. In lands where all were strangers, O ; I've been exposed in many away To countless ills and dangers, O ; I've made new friends and bow'd farewell Till all my soul is veary, O; Now, every ringing engine-bell Sings : " Going home to Dearie, O." I've found some hearts that beat with mine In love's divinest measure, O ; I've seen some eyes — confiding — shine With trust 1 long shall treasure, O ; But not an eye could beam so bright Or win a flame so cheerie, O, As one whose glance is beauty's light, 1 joy to call "My Dearie, O. " I've seen Acadia's rugged hills. Breathed Bay of Fundy's breezes, O ; Praised Kenne'casis' rippling rills Where Hampton's hillside pleases, O : But fair Ontario suits me best, Nor why need no one query, O, In her " Queen City of the West" "The Elms " protect my Dearie, O. Ui hi:' I III! 208 i 1 I know not ! I know not I When the sunliglit, at morning ; On pinions of brightness, With radiant adorning Doth beauty and brilliance o'er all things infuse ; I know not, I know not Where the light gains its brightness And colors, that blending, Clothe th' lily with whiteness And roses and pinks with their infinite hues. h ri; I I know not ! 1 know not ! Hemmed in by the mortal, And bound by the human Where Time keeps the portal Of knowledge beyond me— what dimly I see 1 know not : I know not What is real and what fading, WhPt here is immortal ; Dim Nature's persuading Hath nothing diviner than guess work for me. 1 know not ! I know not ! What reward for my toiling What " Bochim " before rne Awaits with despoiling For all the bright hopes and fair joys of my heart ; But I know (I trust Him. My Father, so tender) That each " Vale of Elah " Will see sin's surrender, — Each " Hermon " its visions of glory impart. I 20) Sjjcs (Ltonitg C0-5'^H- I'm an old-fashioned lover n\0\ two-score and ten ; My brow wears the liyht locks of childhood ayain ; But I have a sweetheart as blithe as the May — My heart's dainty treasure ! She's twenty to-day. Aye twenty to-day And as bright as the May ! My darling ! I love her ! She's twenty to-day. I remember the morning and all the surprise When my soul saw the smile of its face in her eyes ; My heart-doors all opened, love came in to stay : She loves me ! I'm fifty ! She's twenty to-day. Aye twenty to-day And as bright as the May ! My darling ! 1 love her ! She's twenty to-day. In her music my soul-chords are vibrant with joy And love maketh duty delightful employ ; Now, toil is a pleasure and labor a play : My sweetheart's my daughter ! She's twenty to-day. Aye twenty to-day And as bright as the May ! My sweetheart's my daughter ! She's twenty to-day. •'I ,' 210 3( ^Icmcmbtr. cs c (In memory of a visit to, and a pleasant eveiiinR spent with, Mrs Wm. Baker, of Lambeth, one of God's " shut-iu " ones, September, 1891.) I remember 'twas in summer, in its fading days of splendor, — With the grain-fields in the stubble and the meadows brown and sere ; While each evening zephyr, laden witli the love the lands did lend her, Wafted to me all the aromatic fragrance of the year. All the dreamy haze enwreathing o'er tlie landscape, 1 remember; Every farm-liouse 'neath the sun-kiss'd, golden maples 1 recall ; I can see again the orchards in the bloom (^f warm September, And the hallow o: the mellow twilight falling over all. I I remember on the woodlands, in their billowy, breeze-fann'c; . patches, Just a tinge of gold was gilding her^^ and there the emerald green, Like the pure, faint glow at day-fall on the rippling lake, which matches And repeats the pearly tinting in the sunset glories seen. From the tassell'd corn-shooks, crisping, still 1 hear the robins calling On their grouping mates to hasten — winds were wooing them away — Sunny south-land homes were waiting for their care : 'mid shadows falling 1 can hear them still, in fancy, pipe their plaintive roundelay. I remember all the pleasure of that first hand-grasp and greeting, — Every look, and word, and gesture, every touch and every tone; Who may tell th' eternal measure of a transitory meeting ! Soul-touch reaching into knowledge, knowing evermore and known. 1 remember, like a vision of delight, the restful even With its high and holy moments and its reveries profound ; As we read the Word together and conversed of home and heaven We could almost feel the pulsing of the angel-wings around. Mkls 211 When we bade adieu at morning, on the air-borne mist ascending From the valley, shone a rainbow, pure, translucent as the sky, And my soul re-read the "Promise": Love's dominion is unending, There is life, not death, awaiting in the perfect by-and-bye. Faith lent Hope her strong assurance for the earth-way intervening; In His name and for His glory, by His providence we met ; Life for each hath larger import, God and heaven a vaster meaning: We shall evermore remember, — we can nevermore forget. "aliito 6oi) k m tbc moxn !" ■if P So said Mrs. !McMaster, malroii of tlie Hospital for SickChil'lreii, Toronto, as with tremulous voice slie returned thanks to Mrs. Harvie and the friends who had pre- sented her witli an illuminated adilress— accompanied l)y a purse and album— setting forth the noble results accomplished by her faith and work since the inception of the nndertakinsf in 1S75. Mrs. McMaster, on behalf of the Hoard of Management, had just (ieclared the " Victoria Hos])ilal lor -Sick Cl'.ildren " open, ard the Chairman, Mr. J. Koss Koliertson. in liis addrcs had i>reviously stated ; " This is the most complete Children's Hospital in the world,"— June, 1^^'J. " Uiiio God be all iJic /i'/orv !" What a history lies behind it ! Could we read the v.-onclrous story written in the books above. How our hearts would tb.ri'l as Christ's did when He knew the place assigned it. Measured by the rule of purpose and the perfect law of Love ! ri m in a tender, kindly bosom— throbbing with a broad, pure passion — 0'"::e a little thought was planted by the Spirit of the Lord ; Nurtured by the grace it found there, lo ! it grew in form and fashion. Silent, iike that Holy Temple which we read of in the Word. "Help the mile helpless children— sieh and iveary, poor and lonely," This was all, and God had said it many a hundred times before, Said it, sung it, told it, pled it, but the ones who heard it only Grew faint-hearted at its burden, never guessed the guise it wore; But within this watered garden gracious seed found glad fruition, Hope was having ; Faith was doing ; Love was pitying word and deed : Bud of thought becamie a purpose and the purpose bloom 'd a mission, And the glor)/ of Jehovah is the climax of the creed. I III 'i I I I'Mir 11 it liil j'l 1 t t!'. u ill 212 Frail and feeble at inception — trusting, struggling, praying, toiling — "lighting want with "sword and buckler" — sheltering feeble- ness, unsought; Giving free, yet lacking always, of its serfs, disease despoiling, — Till we stand with reverent wonder, and exclaim: "What God hath wrought !" Lo ! the work begun in weakness, fostered by a faith in action, Broadened by divinest methods, v, ith all truth in pure accord, Formed by fervent consecration, into generous benefaction. Is an honor to its founders and :i glory to the Lord. Through the halls we seemed to hear a.m walking 'mid the fragrant splendour, — When the children sang we heard him calling in the sweet refrain; But 'twas bending o'er the cot-sides that he whispered, low and tender. As he press 'd the restful pillows and appeased the pallid pain : "This for Die, O my beloved, now 1 know that ye are learning How to follow in my footsteps for the glory yet to be ; By the children ye are coming — for the children, too, discerning What 1 meant when once 1 answered : ' Let the children come to Me.' " 1 have gathered some fair ' Golden ' Rosebuds for the heavenly bowers, That the hearts which twined about them miglit enshrine and love them still, And, in tenderness be helpful all the long, lone parted hours To the poor, pain'd, weary children needing human care and skill. " Do yj see the breaking morning, all the crimson'd east adorn- ing ? 1 am coming in the glory of my kingdom and my throne, — And the ransomed shall be nearest — yea ! and evermore the dearest — Who have done those things for My sake unto these wlio are My own." 213 (Inaugural October 25th, 1892.) Unveil the capstone to the sun ! Let dome and turret woo the sky ! The artificer's task is done. Where yon free banner floats on high, The " New Victoria" rises, fair As once by storied Kedron's stream. Gray minaret and marbles rare Proved Zerubbabel's fateful dream A verity, and Faith's reply To doubting Shimshai's low esteem. Brought into being by the need, The love, the trust and sturdy toil Of stalwart souls, whose sentient creed Blent faith and works ; in such a soil The sapient gifts of poverty — Sown for the futuie, far afield — Will bloom in all the years to be, And wide unceasing harvest yield : Lo ! multiplied, each word and deed. In thee stands unto all revealed. They who b}'^ Isis' waters met When Els with 's noble lord was king Touch Oxford's pulses even yet. And still adown the centuries tling Their potent spell and virent dower. To fashion, mould, inspire and teach ; Still Champeaux' logic wieldeth power Beyond Ulysses' classic reach, Wliile Sinai's broken alphabet Wins every tongue a purer speech. Brave men were they, whose fire and force And hero-spirit charmed thy birth ; Who through thy struggling, virgin course. Guided and fashioned thee ; nor earth Hath known their peers for nobleness. Who faced, for thee, grim Want's entail. Dire loss and burdens numberless. Surely, for aye, within the veil, Still serving thee, they name thy worth, And, through thee, wrong and sin assail ! I' I!! fi ,'l '^>' t! H' 1< I mr"' v. '3 IS I Hi' ■ I, ill ilii'il Hi 214 Those who for faith, for higher truth, And freedom's sake, in this new land, By unborn sons, with heart of ruth, So nobly stood, now crowned stand : The Ryersons, wise, generous, broad ; A Carroll, saint and seer and man ; A Williams, sanctified of God ; And Rice, the peerless Puritan ; While polished Teuton Nelles' hand is seen in all thy scope and plan. Like one whose time-crowned name is thine, The qr.eenliest Queen the world hath known; Whose virtues as her graces shine ; Greater than Britain's royal throne : The boast and glory of all lands ; Kingdoms and empires own her sway ; Whose name for all tilings ncble stands ; Nations, in love, its power obey : So may the world thy greatness own ; So may'st thou reign, a queen, for aye. Morsbip, We worship and praise Jehovah, our King ! Rejoice in His ways ! His faithfulness sing. Our souls, in the light of His favor aflame. Are strong by the might of His marvellous name. How strong is the Lord, hi mercy revealed ! His wonderful word )s buckler nd shield. In hymns "'e adore Him, — ■ His glory declare ; Bow humbly before Him, hi reverent piayer. 215 % Wih\tt HMt. " There must be Imt one staiv.lanl of puritv for m n and women, and that the highest."— Miss Francis K. WiUanl, at World's W. C. T. U. Convention, London. England, June, 1S95. Do ye hear the clarion message from the battlement of Trutli, Rintiincr outwards, O, my brothers, unto you .' Can ye understand the import of this challeno;e which, forsooth, Claims that each in heart and practice must be true ? The stronw, distinctive thesis of the Cliristian church to-day- Born of consecrated service, by the Word — Is the sanctified accretion of her gleanings by the way : Holy being, holy doing, for the Lord. Every era hath its credo " as the world swings nearer God ; Old time standards with their mundane measures fail ; Clearer still from Wisdom's watch-towers ring her tocsin-calls abroad, While her yeomen fostered heresies assail. It might suit medieval rulers ( who can doubt 'twas so of yore } ) To^condone their sordid, mercenary kin And to visit on the sinn'd-against, whose frailties they deplore. All the judgments due their own unchastened sin ; But the world, with conscience quickened by the vibrant life of truth, And expanded by the harmonies of Right, Slow returning by the Spirit's law to lost, immortal youth, Sees the dual creeds dissolving in the light. Every heart must needs be holy. Every call hath "thee" and "thou." Challenge Error's armor'd " Anaks " on the plain . Breeze your banners ! Rino the watchwords : "God" and "Life" and "Duty" now ! Christ, the Holy One, who judgeth, comes to reign. Do ye hear the Father calling, oh, my sisters, do ye hear ? Like a mother's winsome, waking call at morn. The promised day of freedom am' of justice draweth near, Hope's apocalyptic jubilee is born. Did ye lead the race to evil ? Twas in reaching after God ; Though ye lost Him ye returned Him unto men ; Ye have borne for Him the burden, scourge and scorn and lictor's rod ; Ye shall wear the crowns of honor in His reign. U' I i m m 2l6 Let your sanctified allegiance to the oracles of God And your potent advocation of His word Help the breaking-dawn light brighten, of the day the saints shall iaud, When the ransomed nations all shall serve the Lord. Ye may bring to heart and home life, to society and State, Pureness, virtue, honor, glory, peace and love : All redemption's fateful forces at your faith and service wait ; All Omnipotential powers ye can move. Come with all your gifts and graces, chasten'd hearts and helpful hands ! Come, demanding of all others what ye give, And as Virtue's reign of purity and righteousness expands, All the world shall learn the royal way to live. All the law-ensheltered villainies of earth shall have an end If ye strip the stolen vestments of the sky : In your love alluring pureness be to God and man a friend And they each shall call you " Blessed !" by and bye. ITntrt's Cnisatit. (A greeting to the World's W. C. T. U., Toronto, Canada. October 1S97.) " The dattffhters of Zelophehad speak right : thou shalt surely ffive them an inheritence among their father's brethren." — Jehovah. "Come ! For all things an uow ready."— Jesus. Pealeth a tocsin call Over the nations. Sounding from throne to thrall In its rogations : Unlike war's bugle blast In the rude venal past, Joy thrills the tones, at last, With jubilations. iji^^-.^rr-* 217 Come ! Frcm the lands afar, — Sin-dark and hoary ; Come ! From the lands which are Sacred in story ; Come ! Eye and ear and thought For hallow'd service brought, — Thus shall God's will be wrought, Unto His glory. I!!' Come ! In His holy name, On Him relying. Heedless of frown or fame. All fear defying. Strong in His strength by prayer. Ready all gifts to share. White as the shield ye bear. Living or dying. ■li; ! ii' Ye have the keys of life Fast in your holding ; As maiden, mother, wife, By wisdom moulding Peoples for truth and right, Ye have the potent might, Passporis for wrongs to write In State unfolding. So shall the world be won,— So shall ye win it : Swiftly Love's coursers run, Fain to begin it. Come ye, where Freedom reigns ! Here Virtue, faith obtains ; Purpose, from her domains, Hath power within it ! it' , i m m ■Hi' i 'IN 218 ••Mnta ^\{ tbc Movlt)." (Miss Gussih Prkston.) We bow the knee, O Lord to Thee in rev'rent prayer to-day ; That Thou wouldst bless the dear bright drl Whom duty calls away From friends and home, and hopes to come, And eacli life-cherished plan, To teach Thy worJ. of trutii and grace In far away Japan, Grant her safe voyage o'er the sea, And in that land afar, May all her life-work honor Thee, Nor loss nor weakness mar The good designed ; O may she find Rich harvest-ground for seed, And may she sow for Thee, and know A full return, indeed. Oh do Thou bless each willing gift She sanctifies to Thee ! And by Thine own strong Spirit lift Her soul and let it be Ev'n unto death firm in the faith Her Sires have kept so well : And grant a Crown for work well done At Life's dismissal bell. Thy "Prophet's Children " love the Truth As in the olden days, And in the flush and zeal of youth Aspire to speak Thy praise. O; let the tlame for Thy dear name And faith intensely burn, — And yield each consecrated life Thy promise-pearled return. Each earnest toiler in Thy way — Do Thou, in mercy bless ; And hasten on the glorious day Of ultir late success. When neat'. Thy sway, men. Truth obey, And Christ's dear love shall span And rule the Nations— one and all. And far away Japan. 219 III %x$ %xm^. a-' ■' So He giveth His beloved sleep ' On a weary pillow tossing, Longing for tlie sunlit morn- While the fever'd phantoms, crossing, All my restful hours suborn ; Soars my thought, a?, these molest me, Unto Jesus :— (so my lay) " Take me in your arms anil rest me On your bosom till the day." Take me in your arms. Beloved ! Fold me closely to your breast ; Shield me, save me. Pain shall leave me, V/hile within your arms 1 rest. Master ! Christ ! my heart is calMng In its weariness to Thee ! Sin's defilements have been galling Since beside my Mother's knee. Learned 1 sorrow's bitter burden. Taking pain for constant guest ; Show me life's imperial guerdon, It may lead to perfect rest. aii Thou art come ! My soul, ascending From her fetter'd tryst with Pain, Feels the thrill of love's defending,— Measures all her losses, gain,— Safe within Thy lov'd enfolding, Where the lights and shadows part,- Finds a Heaven in Thy dear holding, - Peace and resting on Thy heart. iil 220 €M m for iitu I (Canada, 18S9.) Call ye for men ! Call ye for men ! Clear as the clarion tones Of the revieile's matin blast, The Truth, from the toils of Wrong Where the marshall'd foemen throng, Calls out to each, who allegiance owns, With her future overcast : — •i i ».iiiii; "Call ye for men ! Call ye for men ! Men who are under no servile ban,— Who will dare be true unto God and man. Call ye for men ! Call ye for men !" Sound ye the tocsin's peal Till the halls and the hamlets hear, For men who will dare be just In the people's sacred trust, Fling far the fetters of faction's weal W!ien my beacon lights appear. Ring out the call for men, In this hour of the nation's need— Who right, for the right, will do With a tender heart and true ; Men who are fearless with tongue and pen, Who have grace and gifts to lead. Thunder it o'er the land Till her freemen hear and obey ! Where, type of the Cross that saves, The Red cross of Freedom waves. No alien despot-rule shall stand Or bigot faction sway. 221 dixll ik lioll. Ring, ye tocsin bt-lls, a message, Let your tones be Trutli's embassage, National weal your voice demands ! Tell the free-born sons of labor (Let each toiler warn his neighbor) Virtue's cause is in your bands. Chorus.— Call the roll ! Call the roll ! Count the record ! Call the roll ! Let the loyal sons of labor Go in this tlicir might ! At the poll ! At the poll ! Mark their ballots At the poll ! Every true man is a yeoman for the right- Every yeoman is a unit for the right. Ho ! ye freemen ! Heed the warning ! Sin, enthroned, your might suborning. Strengthens by your word and deed ; Faction's fostered wrongs are legal ; Shame and infamy are regal ; Surely "He who runs may read I" t:; .'.I •ill Rouse ye ! Freemen ! God is calling ! Under rum's enslavement galling Will ye cowardly abide .'' Hail the ballot ; Truth's evangel ! Liberty's omniscient angel ! Win the good so long denied ! Look ! ye freemen ! Light is breaking ! Bacchus' soul-built throne is shaking And his funeral knell is knoll 'd ! Stand ye true to freedom's charter ! None but low-born vassals barter Manhood's blood- won dower for gold. 221 '^llctigcti for Qhi. m ( m Pi Til ! u Raise the son;: ! '! lie darkness lightens ! C()ura Mothers, by the Christ ye gave us, For His sake and in His name, Faith-united, ye can save us From this festering curse and shame. Youths and maidens, heaven would win you From the sordid, vile and vain ; All tlie nation's powers are in you. Shall her glory wax or wane ? Every son, by pure uprightness, May the cause of truth maintain ; Every daughter haste the brigntness Of the morn when Christ shall reign. 225 ^tol^ibiti oil's IH^rning. Sons of Canada, awake ! Prohibition's dawn appears ! Lo ! its beacons all the crimsoned east adorning ! Fadeth now the night of wrong, Widow's wails and children's tears, — Breaketh in the glow prophetic of the morning. CHORUS. Hail we no.v the day and greet it With a royal British cheer- All the banded hate of Rum's battalions scorning; For our Country's weal we meet it — Creeds and party disappear — And we'll march in solid column in the morning. Fair Ontario led the van For this day of grace to come, All her heaven-lent powers in Freedom's cause suborning ; Let the wliole, broad land arise From the withering blight of rum, Clad in righteousness and mighty in the morning. What a heritage have we In this goodly virgin land With its wondrous wealth and sanctified adorning, Bright and pure as when it carr^ From, the Great All-Father's Hand In the primal flush and glory of the " Morning. ' ) While our soul-ascriptions rise And our songs of hope ascend, From the sheltering heavens o'er us rings a warning; ' ' IVoiild ye zoin ? Let faith and prayer On your ivords and deeds depend, Match in solid column early in the morning." liV 226 % Cljaiut ^l^tqiuiintana. |i : In I' it 1 If' i m 'Twas on the train, by chance we met ; (Though "chance," to me, means God's good guiding,) A quiet " This seat takcnyei?" A smile, " Come in!" and we were riding Along, though strangers, side by side. We spoke, at first, about the weather — That hackney'd theme, where friends untried Find common talking ground together. She spoke of Home — in childhood's days, — So full, to her, of joy and beauty, — In modest, earnest words of praise. That told me Pleasure dwelt with Duty. She praised the quaint New England Town ; The Saint beloved, whose precious teaching Moulded her life, and his would crown For Christ-like Pastor work and preaching. And easily our converse grew, Each thought another one requesting, And each, as brought to fuller view, A broader line of truth suggesting : Till in a moment : "^t/lll change here !" And then our pleasant talk was ended ; A bow, "Good-bye!" and 'twould appear As if, by chance, 'twas all intended. Two Souls, to God and conscience true. And living right with strong endeavor. We meet, touch, cross, are lost to view. Nor meet again, perchance, forever ; Yet casual meeting must enhance Our gifts and thoughts and keep them vernal : Nor word, nor meeting comes by chance ; Each hath significance eternal. i:!!; 227 ^ . s II (liycrnblc Ctiist. Sweet Lillie ! your teasing give o'er, You: innocent banter put down ; Come, say that you'll vex him no more, Nor harrass his heart with a frown ; Now just for a moment forbear ! 'Twill surely delight you to please — His cousinly heart's in despair, — For Lillie's a terrible tease. .li. You wake with a smile in your heart, But try to make out it's a frown ; The glances your witcliing e)'es dart Would charm a Leander to drown. He's in love with your exquisite grace - For no one can love by degrees A Maid v./ith so royal a face — But Lillie's a terrible tease. He surely has cause to complain. You torture him so with your guile : — You shun him with caustic disdain, And then re-allure with a smile ; And no one knows better than you The friction and folly of these To a Spirit so loyal and true ; But Lillie's a terrible tease. Now ! Can't you with frolic have done } And give him your heart and your hand } Your mischief and banter and fun, — How could he their magic withstand .-' So welcome him frankly and free — For once acting pretty, to please. And then my sweet Lillie will be No longer a terrible tease. 'If: m m mil: w !i:f!;l iili i J 228 6oing ^jomc Jfrnm .^tboDl There's a scene, from vanished years, Which my memory impearls, In the pleasant home of childhood, far away, Where the old log school appears. With its bright faced boys and girls At their lessons, or their happy, romping play. It is not so long ago. Since we, standing 'r a row. Used to close the long day's study with a "spell," And then with lessons done. We did have such jolly fun Chasing homeward, playing " Tag " and " Merry Bell." Going home to childhood's home ; Going home to childhood's home ; Their rosy faces come, so clear and bright ; 1 am bacl# again, a boy. Racing home from school, with joy — My whole being full of boyish love and light. As I glance along the years Still another vision breaks : — These same boys and girls at " High-School " in their "teens ;" Life more real now appears. And each hope a ne\\- form takes, It is dawning on them now, what living means ; But the gifts of place and gain Seem so easy to obtain, — They need scarcely use, to win them, hand or heart, I behold them, bright and strong, Such a laughing, happy throng ! Bowing low and throwing kisses as they part. Going home to manhood's home ; Going home to manhood's home ; Their glad, sparkling faces come so clear : 1 can see each girl and boy. Full of earnest, throbbing joy, With a long'd for, rosy future drawing near. 22Q But the scene is changing still : They are scattered near and far, In the busy marts of commerce and of gain, In the workshop and the mill, in the pulpit, at the bar. Growing wiser, as they toil with hand and brair. Some are scholars, dull and slow, Drifting, caring not to know All the issues that on righteousness depend, - Others, faithful, true and right. Doing all as in God's sight. Living for the Home and Crowning at the end. Going home to the heavenly Home ; Going home to the heavenly Home Jesus Christ has promised in the Word ; They are passing, one by one. Earth-life, over, lessons done. Safely home to be forever with the Lord. Susau %]m\x. cr^ (A Christinas Remiuiscence.) In the flush and joy of the Christmas times We tread the dep; old places. And hear the ring of their songs and rhymes And see the long-lost faces : From the vanished years, to me, comes in One face, fresh, fair and hearty — And a robe-wrapped ride with Susan Lynn To a charming Christmas party. The sparkling morning was crisp and clear, The toils of the year were ended ; Our youthful hearts without care or fear- In the festal bliss were blended. A merry company gathered in For the country dances, hearty, — In my heart joy sang, for my girl " Sue Lynn Was the " ? .ile of the Christmas party. " if 'I ' I M L , ..■ ■■■"^ Si i ;l 1! Ml 230 I was then, a verdant, backwoods lad And had never seen a city, And "Sue " in her dainty home-spun plaid, Was seventeen, and pretty. Of course 1 thought it "a catch " to win A girl so fair and hearty,— So 'twas pleasant driving with Susan Lynn That night from the Christmas party. i It I ti V But winter's prismal splendors pass To the air that kiss'd their whiteness. And green and gold and flowers and grass Robe the fields with another brightness ; And young love's ardor fades away — Though the love-thrill 'd heart be burning — It fades like the snow 'neath the red sun's ray In the vernal day's returning. m '■i ■ MM IF The autumn found us far apart- All Hopedoms abdicating — We touched as heart-life touches heart In quest of a perfect mating, — And 1, at Wisdom's fabled fount, Soothed all my spirit's yearning. While she "scended " Hestia's Mount " In search of higher learning. So, thrice, the summer's radiant bloom Clothed all the land in splendor, And thrice, unto the winter's tomb Did autumn's wealth surrender, And just as Christmas' chimes rang in .And love her feast was keeping. The handsome, charming Susan Lynn In life's last rest v/as sleeping. 231 In the pride and flush of her youth and bloom She was borne— by friends who arrayed her For the bridal home— to the silent tomb On the hill-side, where they laid her To rest, in Him, whose human birth Brought the Christmas' joy and story,— And the angel's ^ong, ringing o'er the earth With an ever-increasing glory. Now, ever, as Christmas comes agam, 1 hear the same sweet voices Ring out in the old, glad songs, and then My heart, as of yore, rejoices. Not in the grave, with the coftm'd clay Is the freed immortal spirit ! She hath gained the realms of eternal day Through the Christ-King's wondrous merit, And the heart that beat for all other's pain. In the Throne-Light over yonder. Has learned that loss may be truest gain,— And so— as 1 sit and ponder— Heaven and Earth seem to join and blend In holy, glad communion. And friend hold fellowship with friend At a Christmas-time rc-union ; I For the ones who wait where the shadows fall, Alone, on the Christmas even, May hear the same dear voices call As of yore, but they call from Heaven, May hear, if they list, some old-time word In a song of sublimest sweetness. Yet that, somehow, seems to lack one chord, Their voice is that choir's completeness. I I' i 232 Crbinarc. l-i ¥. ■iiift a m. I I ii m Where the blue St. Lawrence glides- Mirror of the summer sl;"es That o'erarch in Dreamy splendor All her Isies, Which like myriad sea-nymph brides From her Jewell 'd heart arise, Each a blushing Benediction Of her smiles, Rises lovely Elsinore In her sheen of dapple-gray. From whose cosy Cottage porches May be seen : — Here, the quaintly latticed shore Of the terraced Isle of Hay, While, beyond it Sits Kalaria Like a queen. There, the zephyrs gently wake Rippling harmonies of love. And the sunset Glories linger Fain to stay. Or the billows dash and break- Bathing beach and bank above — In baptismal Triune blessing By their spray. Safe, within the lunate sweep. Nestles bonnie Dorasdale, Whose encircled Sides re-echo Sylvan song ; While the "V. P. 's " bulwark 'd keep Like a stalwart knight in mail — Stands a tireless Watch and warder Of the throng. 233 ' From Sagastaweekaa's green, Morning sunlight, mirror'd back, Bears a message Frauglit with beauty That beguiles : While o'er bight and bay between, Where the fishers beat and tack. Laughing waves in Sport are laving Elfin isles. Just beyond the rolling swells In a rush-fringed bridal spray — Like the fairy Islands, flashing In our dreams — Rises willowed Weidenfelse, First to kiss the God of day, And the last to Lose the lustre Of his beams : Close beside her— though apart. Yet embracing underneath — Bound in vestal Bonds of beauty All their days — Pinehurst,— homelife in her heart, Leafy perfumes in her breath — Croons across her Tassell'd symphonies Of praise. Like Omnipotence, on guard. Flash tlie bright electric eyes : While the virgin Moon, a crescent in the west— In her hazy, wanlight ward 31ending river, isles and skies— In a seal of peace. And unity And rest. 1889 i m 234 (DiT tbc liitcrtoloiiviiL 1 1 Ir pi j 1 ill « i IP '^'' i Where New Brunswick — southward sloping Unto Fundy's sheltered sea — Spreads her undulating uplands to the sun, There's a necromantic Spirit Holding royal jubilee, Which, from souls in tone with Nature, Hath most wondrous worsliip won. Gently rising from the valley Where the iron pathway runs Rolling upward, in and out, on either hand, — Dainty homes, in floral settings, Show where Britain's loyal sons Found reward for self-denial, hi their love for Mother-land, When the world, a century younger. Saw America, in blood, Forging Freedom's fair escutcheon for a race That might lead the van in virtue If they built the " Gold " of God On the puritan foundations Which their Fathers laid in place : These — who loved the " Red Cross Banner," And who scorned sedition's gain — Leaving homes, the toil-won heritage of years, In this virgin land of beauty. Free from rank rebellion's stain, Won them other homes and hearthstones, (History vaunteth not their peers !) And no wonder Heaven, smiling On a land that owned such men. Should bedeck the laurelled hillsides, by the light, In her rainbow robes and colors. Which on hill and shore and fen Are a proof she keepeth cov'nant With the men who do the right. 235 See, where tossinji; waters listen In tlie sunbeam's crystal ^ilance On the pebbly beach by lovely Riversi^ie, How the sporting billows, chasin;i; O'er the river's wide expanse. Lure the languid city sportsman To the piscatorial tide ! All the earth and heavens are blendin;^ To enthrill with joy the days : Tassell'd hills, their rhythms tuning to the rune Of the laughing, sparkling waters As they sing the sunlight's praise, Fill with tender, dreamy splendor The October afternoon. From the restful, grassy meadows Where the drowsy cattle feed — With their fringe of interwoven gold and green, Slowly fade the sombre shadows Till each verdant, mossy mead Is an emerald in opal In the soul-enchanting scene. Shielding Hampton, fir-crown 'd Blackwood Rises o'er the wind-tleck'd mist. Which in fairy frills like bridal Veil conceals But to heighten Beauty's dower. For, by shimmering sunbeams kiss'd. This enfolding still more fully Nature's loveliness reveals. Robed in all the prismal glory Of the Autumn's jubilee Every love-crown 'd hill and valley- way appears ; While the river, home returning, Air won daughter of the Sea, Bears her Mother all their beauty In her pictured, pearly spheres. 1890. I P'!« 256 iollcigh falic. It I'' ' !i 1 « 1 1 1 '.i IV' ( liiii I 111; l! ■!i: J; H M' I'iMLjUiL Prt'tty, fairy Folk-i^h laUe, Nestled 'mid Acadian hills, My L'tiraptiirc'il soul ciithrills With the tones thy tints awake ! In thy pure, unsullied heart — Blending at the f(.rny strand — All the billow'd hill-ways standi Doubled, by thy ma^^ic art. Gold and crimson, gray and green In a wondrous wealth untold — Weave their glories, manifold, Over all the autumn scene. Hvery mountain hath its mate In thy crystal depths below ; All with light-kiss'd colors glow, As thy pearl-beams scintillate. Down the glens the simpling streams Singing, bring to thee — unsought- - All the mirror'd splendors caught Far above in rainbow gleams ; Like unto Eternity In its restful, holy rime, Holding, keeping, shielding Time In its wondrous mystery, Is the soft, blue evening sky Circling all — below, above- Infinite in bounds and love, — Into which all sun-dawns die : Nay ! not die ! nor ray nf)r clod, Form or fancy lose their force, — Mission done, they seek their Source, Dwell forevermore in God. Sunset Seraphs follow on : Roseate ripples rule thy breast, Luring every love to rest, Till the pine-plumes peal the dawn. 2^7 Bri^iht Hampton nestkJ mid the hills, Where Keiinc'casis' waters run, Aiul mirror back tiie smiiiii*: sun, Antl catdi the kisses from the rills What time the summer beauties spread, And son^i birds in thy leafy j^roves Carol at morninij; to their loves, Where blooming bowers their fragrance shed. I saw thee in thy winter dress- Like virgin robeil in spotless white — By radiant, shimmeriuii, morninji; light Made lovelier in thy loveliness. Above the vale that holds thy heart, 1 saw the tir-clad "Blackwood " rise Until its summit met the skies, - Which lingered o'er it loth to part ; While round the sweep and o'er the glen. Where tasty Cotters— from the moil— At evening rest ; and for the toil In quiet homes find life again, 1 saw the happy children play, And on swift sled careening by, No shadow in their perfect sky ; They trust the Lord beyond to-day. 1 caught the music of the breeze In soothing murmurs soft and low — Tossing the fir-plumes, to and fro. Or rustling in the balsam trees, And in the spell which Beauty wove To please the eye, and charm the sense, 1 found an added recompense For unrequited toil and love. fl M 1S39. ^1 111 ^ 2^,8 (Bm oi (Snir's |libcrs. IV.: i m m m ''» !'■ ■ '■4! WW' It i:! Where the crystal waters of the "Ticaver." Sing along the upper lands of " Gny;" Every luring ledge is a deceiver — Wooing, winning, witching her away. In her shady shallows, cool and winsome, Water lilies glisten, pure and pale ; 'Neath her fringe of willows, lithe and handsome, Many a silver troutiet whiffs a tail. Onward ever flouting Nature's forces ; Tossing out her freshness to the hills ; Kissing- as they join her in their courses- All the new-born, tiny baby-rills. Giving of her fragrance to the sun-beams, As unto a lover fair and true ; Reaching misty colors to the moon-beams, Where they paint the prismal, pearly dew ; Blessing, like a heart-warm, gentle mother, Every tender one within her reach ; Singing, like the fairies to each other. In the same sweet, holy, rhythmal speech ; Bright'ning all the shore-way as she passes ; Laughing to the music of the breeze ; , Spraying all the perfum'd flowers and grasses; Pulsing measured treasure to the trees ; Onward, in her renovating mission ; Unto light and air and rock and sward- In her giving, loving life-fruition— As a benediction of the Lord. 239 But Eugenia's rock-ways, cleft asunder- Broken, shatter'd, scatler'd near and far By some ruthless Demon of the Thunder, Fain would all her exquisiteness mar. O the perfect unity of nature Whether ray or spray or sparrow fall ! Light and air and dew and clod and creature,— Each is faithful helper unto all. Full of gleeful gladness rippling onward, From themirror'd beauty lothe to part, Bearing to the waiting valleys, downward. Pictures of the hill-ways in her heart ; Lo ! The River finds her rock-bed vanish Like a floor of fate from underneath. As when some grim feudal lord would banish Foeman, from the moat-side, unto death. Then the Air, w ith countless pillows, near lier, Cushions all the dangers in her flight ; Wfiile the sun-beams kiss, caress an 1 cheer her, Calming all her prisms with their light : All the night fair Luna's rays console her. Chasing shadows through her chrysmal tears ; While the magic zephyrs so control her By their music, she forgets her fears ; And tne Rock-his rudeness quite repenting— Lifts a foam-rim-i'd basin to his breast, Where the ransomed waters may, relenting. Close beside his heart, a moment rest : Then adown the glen they dash in glory — Foaming— to the harbor far away. ***** When the lake-waves chant the isles a story, One's the crystal anthem glean'd in "Grey." 240 .St0iii) ITiihc, I ! Ml U III yi lU' i^i > 111 m fi: u Ell r-- 'li 1: Where " Chemong " its waters pours Past the " Buckhorn's " sheltered shores, Down through where the " Burleigh " roars into Stony Lake, — All the changing, scenic miles, Shores and bays and festooned isles. Wreathed in Summer's happiest smiles Rapt'rous joys awake. There the laurell'd hills appear Mirror'd in the waters clear. While the tlr-crowned islands rear Tassel'd brows below ; Cloud and rack and rock and pine, Blending at the water line. In a harmony divine. Bright and glorious glow." Yet, where " Burleigh " greets the sun, Nature's gifts are but begun. Far o'er bight and bay they run — Ford and ferny brake ; Shores that echo back the swell, isles wherein a God might dwell, — Not St. Lawrence can excel Lovely Stony Lake. " Julien's " terraced heights reveal All that souls poetic feel When sublime displays appeal Unto sense and soul ; What a vision wins the eyes: Green-robed myriad isles arise, 'Round whose base in sweet surprise Laughing waters roll. ! 241 Yonder, by the sunbeams kissed, •' Methuen's " mountains cleave the mist, Like a royal amethyst Set in opal green ; While in midway, east and west, —Sacred guardian of the rest — " Kagle Mountain's " granite crest Over all is seen. Lavish glories crown " Bo-shink " Where her clustering islands link Past each other, till they shrink — Seen from far above — Into gems of rarest sheen, Set in frills of azure green. Where the sky-tint waves between Sing of peace and love. Who may sing of " Dummer's Tell her fountained life in store, - Laud her beauty evermore .? ( Who, if not her j-'on ? ) There the echoes alway call S(.ft and gently unto all. As the evening shadows fall And the day is done. shore — See from where " Wa-bu-no " stands, Reaching out in silver bands. Laving countless island strands. All the waters How : — Here they kiss fair " Grassy Isle" There by crooning " Pinehurst " smile, On and on for many a mile. Till they, far below. Wash "Mt. Roscel's " rugged beach. Sing their hymns in runic speech Past the " Katch-e-wa-nook's " reach, Where— in sparkling spray— O'er •' O-ton-a-bee's " fair head Press they— by her luring led— She adown her shaly bed Bears them far away. tyBL ■I II i 1 24: ^ ;u n ii ill) tl r- rmng. See, where the brooding night, Like a covering angel of love, Enshadows the sleeping earth from sight, While the star-eyes shine above, Close, where the curtained fringe Of her sable draperies seem To lift from the nestling hills— a tinge Like the smile in a seraph's dream, So faint and far away. But a glimmer wins the sight, A tremulous, sprinting, sparkling spray From the jewelled wings of light ; While from the tasselled hills — Where a fairy zephyr plays In rhyme with the rune of the rippling rills- Comes a low, sweet strain of praise. Up, like a flash of tlame From Aurora's crystal dome. Sweeps a herald beam of light, to claim The waiting earth for a home. Cloudlets— that seem to lie By the low horizon's rim. And float on the verge of the opening sky, Far off in the dawn-light, dim — in crimson frilling glow. And, like out-post warders high. Signal afar to the lands belov/ Of the glory drawing nigh ; Each radiant hill replies With a greeting for the light ; The vales awake, and enrobed arise From the vestal couch of night ; The nestled songsters wake In tune with the whispered strain Of the rustling winds over wood and brake, And join in the sweet refrain ; 243 The perfumed meadows breathe Their odorous balms abroad : So the birds, the breeze, and the flowers wreathe A morning hymn to God, — And Jo ! A moment's hush. While the shadows flee away, And life and beauty bloom in the Hush Of the glorious king of day. 6(ab Itn fciu-t. ■' Be glad aud rejoice with all the heart. Oh, heart of mine, be glad to-day. The sun is shining o'er thy way ; Around thee are the flowers of May, In fairy wreaths entwining Their fragrance in the vernal air,— Their beauty in the landscape fair, And all their sweetness, rich and rare, in human hearts enshrining. Rejoice, my heart, the world is bright, The Winter's weary gloom and night Have vanished, and with glad delight The grass and flowers are springing ; Spring's balmy breath hath kissed the sod, And blade, and bud, and blossom nod With glad thanksgiving unto God ; hi perfume, praises singing. rijij 244 Sit 3Raou;i's ifouut. In broken walls And cavern 'd halls. Where shattered " Arteniesia " falls, Till at her feet The rivers (i;reet, The rill-born "Boyne" and "Beaver" meet. 1^ I On mossy glade, hi fragrant shade, Far up, where sun rays scarce invade, E'en when their floods — Where beauty broods — Roll over all the billowy woods. .1! I lie ; while near — Nor heeded here — A wealth of fern and flower appear And high o'er head Great elm trees spread Their arching arms above my bed, And down the aisles — Their witching smiles My burdened spirit's pain beguiles— The wood-nymphs bear, Like answered prayer, Their solace for my human care. With bated breath I hear beneath, Like chorals from the realms of Death A virgin spring Its pearl-bells ring And every chiming crystal sing: — "JULmw 245 " O Beauty and Sun-Dawn a " Vagrant " appears, Long leashed in the darkness and fettered in nijj;ht, The bond-stones have burnished her crystalline spheres Till they mirror and match all your jewe s and light. '.l! ' ' 1 come at His bidding who sent me afar ; ,Wy life has been ransimed, my glory restored ; 1 have learned 'mid the shidr.vs an.l silences there How to perfectly follow th.- Voice of the Lord." " 1 come and am coming and still, evermore. From Nature's divine distillations 1 come. I have gleaned from the " Granite-bars " music and lore, When 1 touched them of yore 1 was tuneless and dumb. >> And lo : From out the hill-way Just below me clear and bright. Comes the ringing, springing. Hashing, Sparkling fountain to the light, And the light-beams kiss its pureness And on swift, imperial wings Bear the love-thrills of its splendor To a million, million things ; And the sound-waves waft the glories Of its melody and song, And the echoes tell them over And the svmphonies prolong. And the leaf-tips touch and whisper To the zephyrs passing by Of the fairy, festive fountain Peeping past them at the sky; And adown its rock-gem 'd race-way To the crooning, calling " Boyne " While its falling, swirling waters Did the terraced hillside royne— Went the tossing, turning, swinging, Singing fountain, fair and free. All its^rhyming, chiming ripples In a rhythmal jubilee. II I 246 f\\) ^m$ S^hoxt January, 1891. '1 1 . 'I Pi' i'^ ! til' i ' ! hi' ili Once again by Erie's shore (Where 1 dwelt, with pulse high-beating, Twenty years to windward ) greeting Old-time friends, in cordial meeting,- - Touching hearts, beloved of yore : Strange the way the Lord hath brought us, Great the good His love hatli wrought us, Wondrous truths His lore hath taught us Since we first saw Erie's shore. Just to be by Erie's shore ! Though the clammy coldness presses All the verdure from the tresses Weaving o'er the trellis'd laces In the vineyards ; though — in store — Fettered flowers, in night, are waiting For the hours when birds are mating. Yet my love hath no abating For this charming Erie shore. Beauty dwells by Erie's shore : Buds in Springtime-brightness, beaming, Blooms in Summer-glories, gleaming, Plumes in Autumn-vintage, teeming, (Plans in Winter's restful dreaming) Here, as through an open door, Heaven shines out in rays, resplendent — Matchless, myriad tints attendant — Robing all in iiues transcendant : Beauty reigns by Erie's shore. Life hath joy by Erie's shore : Nature, feudal curses spurning. Yields to labor full returning. She — for human welfare yearning — Doth her rich oblations pour ; All, who sow witli true endeavor, (None may God's'arrangements sever) Find a golden harvest ever, — Toil's return by Erie's shore. 247 Love hatli win^is by Erie's shore, Soars afar beyond the ether, Bringinfi souls— akin— toaether, Blending pole and ton id weather,— Making one forevermore, Them, who, feeling— in life's vernal - Cupid's love-tipt barb, supernal, Make the bonds of time, eternal : Love is life by Erie's shore For 'twas here, by Erie's shore, Here, my manhood found completeness —Fealty's boast and burden's sweetness- Mourn 1 not life's transient tleetness Nor its failing pulse deplore ; Wedlock's bonds, by grace, uniting Kindred souls in deathless plighting. Makes my soul have glad delighting In its bonds by Erie's shore. Life is close by Erie's shore : Oh, to be the soulful sharer Of its higher life, and rarer : Glory unto glory ! Fairer Still ! Afar my thoughts doth soar : Yet— beyond all human seeming- Some there are, who— blindly dreaming- Never reach their soul's redeeming,— Die unsaved by Erie's shore, So 1 sing of Erie's shore ; See it when the sun retraces All the charms the frost defaces, — Laud its flower-gem'd, vine-row'd places,— All its loveliness adore : Say : " Good-night !"--all doubters scormng- Unto them, who rest till morning, 'Neath the church-yard's quaint adornmg. Safe in God by Erie's shore. ;',i i I,: mi liii IV III: 1 1' If ■'. m in IP- % pi i n r !: 1^ ., .: 1 if hiiiiil 248 Ifair Uortbcni Caiib. (r,.'ikc of the Woxls.) Fair Northern Land 1 love thee wi-II And sin^j; the (^lories seen in thee ; N>)r artist liand or tongue may tell Thy witching wealth of harmony. Thy Son, hy yrace, 1 pardon crave, (lndulji;ent while I voice thy praise In minor key) so crude my stave And incomplete my roundelays. Who v\-ould not love thy lakes and streams, With shores of many a thousand miles, And islands fairer than the dreams Of slumbering peri wrapt in smiles ! Sure every love-toned heart adores Thy crystal waters, clear and free. Rejoicing in thy pictured sliores And mystic, mirror'd witcher\-. No vapors dim, thy clearer light, Or furnace tires thy sky-way stain,— By lightning cloud-bath burnished bright, Translucent blue they still remain. Thy lambent aii', with pure, oxone Full-laden, (unto Scotland's, twin,) Who breathes, may rind th' estatic tone Of vital perfectness within. Thy holy nights, sublime, profound, Where terraced hill-tops kiss the stars. Low bending in the hush, light-crown'd. And scintillating boreal bars Sheen all the heavens in lambent flame And veil in weird, celestial rays The midnight sky, until the name Of God is felt amid the blaze. 249 SuntmiT lit tantastcr. Sweet Day of God, serme and briulit,— Fit bridal of the earth and sky ; The placid waters calmly lie And mirror back the golden light. ti From perfumed Ixmks the flowers nod ; The trellised roses still and fair With frajirant odors till the air, To voice their praise and love of God, The swallows westward speed their way ; The rooks— on ebon wino;s— tlit by And passin;^ low across the sky No fear of human hurt betray ; The sparrows gambol ontiie lawn, Nor seem to lu'cd us as we pass ; The ^rey-birds twitter in the grass The music airnered in the dawn ; The crickets chirrup on the sod, — And clearer than the voice of creeds Their matin hymn my spirit leails To loving harmony with God ; Calmly adown the summer air- As if some hand did love unbar, Like heavenly music from afar— The " Auld Kirk " bells invite to prayer July. 1888 And thither borne, by willing feet. We hear the Word, our songs upraise— With reverence bow in humble praise — And God within His Temple, meet. 2 50 .^JZ-'" h 1 lA ", li' . ii ii Joy Cometh in the iiiortiinK." Hush ! Iul^^. thy cl;lc O burdened soul ! Thouj^h care anil piiin oppress thee And joy-Ii^hts hide, And trust betrayed, And luiman hate distiess thee. And soio the rod ; Keep faith in God, He kn )vvs His servants' sotovv ; His sun will rise And flood the skies With (golden li^ht to-mf)rrovv. m Hh' For none shall miss Life's truest bliss, Who still, in Christ abiding, Low at His cross. Count all thinj^s loss, In His sweet love confiding. Thoujih like a pall Sin's shadows fall In dark'nin;.^ haze around thee. The liglit of ilay Will chase away Tile ji;Ioom in which they b jund thee. Pain hath an end And sorrows blend And fade, and God shall measure For these — and all That now appall — Eternal rest and pleasure, — Supreme, divine — Fach soul shall shine With Heaven's light adorning, And Love adore ; For evermore " Jov Cometh in the morning." |ii,ii *MN>«« 251 aalljitc as tbc foam of the .*ta. For a iiK.mcnt I wiitchc Pi Ml i il Hp.il the glad message : — the children may come Into the joy and delight of His home ! Know all the brightness His blessings impart ; And live m the bountiful life of His heart. Every bright babe is a gem of His own, Lent from the light of His luminous throne Sent from the sources 'of being above, A seal of His matchless, Omnipotent love. Germ of divinity, flashed into flame — Born of humanity only in name ; Fashioned — it may be— and formed from the clod, Yet, bearing the spirit and image of God. Growth, in His growth, is the measure of grace. No one the limit may compass or trace ; Wide as immensity's realms unsought, And high as the reach of Eternity's thought. Every sweet baby — or low-born or high — is heir to an infinite world in the sky ; Each tender boy that a mother may bring, By the grace of the Virgin's sweet Son, is a king. 1 1 I The children are safe in His keeping and love ; Drooping below He transplants them above ; Born in His kingdom, unless they depart. They always abide in His home and His heart 255 K?: Irene ! So winsome ! So charming and liandsome ! 1 carol thy praises. 1 sing of thy grace ; In th' gloaming I linger While joy's fairy fingers Paint the bloomings Whose lustre illumines thy face. Irene ! My sweetheart ! My jewel ! My darling ! Thy form is perfection, Untrammel'd by art : Thy cheeks like the roses Where sunlight r^ 'ses-- And blue eyes And dimples enravish my heart. Irene ! I love thee ! The pure sky above thee Seems purer and fairer Since thou hast been mine : While the stars gleam in splendor Divine,— and so tender Since the morning My soul won a trysting with thine. Irene ! Thy soul is a holy of holies, Whose spirit an altar Of light might adorn ; Thy love is a treasure Of limitless measure ; Thy kiss Like a thrill of the lips of the Morn. 156 ^11 the ^tiiir. :fi My laughing little daughter Climbing slowly toward the sky, Throwing kisses from the stairway unto all, Carols sweetly : " Dood-night, papa, 1 will tiss 'oo by an' bye. In de mornin' when 1 hear de 'parrows tall.' M REFRAIN. " 1 will tiss 'oo. by and bye !" What a love light lingers nigh O r-" O When the children toss their kisses on our care ! O, the trust life, undt-tiled, Of a loving, happy child ! There's a music in the " dood-night " on the stair. f.',! Like a white-rob'd, winsome angel She had call'd on every one, Dropping smiles, delights and kisses at each chair, - Leaving " Papa " in his sanctum Quite coquettishly alone. But I caught and kiss'd the darling on the stair. N. We are growing old and sober — So we sometimes sadly say — - And have burdens more than heart and brain can bear ; How the children's cheery chaffer Chase th' chafing gloom away ! There is more than smiles and kisses from the stair. « So we climb our Father's stairway To the restful realms above, \\\ His provident protection, here and there ; We have hope to see the morning And the sunlight of His love. And He's ever close beside us on the stair. 1890. t-lWiii. liWMl— » 257 (A Sunday-School Applicant.) " Yite a 'ittle tard for me," Sweet the voice and tender Of "the Darling " by my knee May the Lord defend her ! Life is freedom, joy and love ; All the world's before her ; Where the star-eyes blink above Heaven is bending o'er her. Every morning she delights In the sparrow's calling, While she wonders, in their flights. How they keep from falling. All this dear old world is new ; Wonder questions please us : While she hums the whole day through- " What a friend is Jesus. " May each teacher, by love's rule, For His glory reach her. Till she, in God's perfect school, Finds the Perfect Teacher. 1891 This beginning, pure and free, Means a soul's eternity. V. i . 258 W^mt ;i liomciit, ^apa. " Wait a moment, Papa, do not hurry," Said my little, white-robed maiden As she hastened through the hall, " You don' need t' do away in such a tlurry, " " You hab neber tiss'd your little dirl at all. " To the burdens waiting and the duties, From the restful, shelter'd quiet Of my peaceful, happy home, — Quite unmindful of its harmonies and beauties, And the strength and light which from their solace come, I was hasting outward in the morning. Having gathered up already Some sore chafmgs for the day. When this cheery voice rang out its call and warning, And her presence banished all my cares away. Then she said : " 1 want a Bible story," " Dust to sing about and dream about, " " Dat 1 tan tom-per-hend ;" And 1 told her how the Lord of life and glory Came with angels to have dinner with a friend ; How He spake of Sodom, as a city Full of sin, yet, whose salvation He most lovingly did crave ; How he answered every prayer of tender pity By His positive assurances to save. Then 1 kissed the darling and we parted ; All the day was brighter for that Brief sojourning by the door ; She could sing of angels, 1 was lighter hearted ; Heaven, for both, was nearer when the day was o'er. It is joy to have the children hold us ! There are heart-bonds in the trust-tones Of their voices, undefiled. Even God who guides the Heavens which enfold us, Doth delay Him at the love call of a child. 1893, i''i-t !59 ornuxg i (A Kindergarten Song.) Good morning ! Good morning ! We come ; we meet ; In love we greet Our smiling school-mates, and repeat : Good morning ! Good morning ! We bow and sing : Good morning ! We greet our loving teacher, too. Our Father, God, makes all things new The gardens fair, the leafy trees. The singing birds, the laughing breeze, The shining sun, the sky so blue. And so we come to greet Him too. And sing with grace Good morning ! Good morning ! We sing to Him Good morning ! PI is We •--•me, — brim full of happy ways. And bring ourselves, our God to praise ; We bring our bodies, pure and free. The Temple of His Grace to be, — Our hands and feet to serve Him well, Our voices sweet His Name to tell, Our minds to learn, our hearts to love. By these to win the world and prove Heaven may be here, for Christ is King, And so to all the vv rid we sing : — Good morning . Good morning ! We bow and sing : — Good morning ! ?fiO %t llcst. !l I ! ,i '! . 1 i h' I i'>. > '^1 1 , 'i 1 '! !■! J i 1 , i t , 1 ^ ! I ! 'rl 1 1 .J ( iM (Our beloved May, who died March 4tli, 1884, aged 11 years and 8 months.) In the quiet church-yard's keeping Mamie sleeps, While the v.'intry snow-wreath, sweeping, slowly heaps 'Round the little grave we made her ; God knows best With what breaking hearts we laid her Down to rest. "// is easy tvork forgetting," So they say ; " There can be no gain in fretting Day by day," But the tender heart-chords, riven, Heal so slow ; With what soreness we have striven God doth know. Such high plans our hearts wer'> weaving Every day, Can you wonder at us grieving For our "May :" Her pure life so full of promise For the right Did go out so quickly from us In the night ! But we know that He vvho claimed her Knows the best When to take, and why He named her For His rest ; So we take the task assigned us, This in view, — Some sweet eventide will find us Resting too. 1886. ii 261 Wit all ficlong to |csus. Lo we come, a happy band ; All delight to hear us ; Song and smile and waving hand Unto each endear us : Would you know tbe love we bring ? Learn what life decrees us ? We are children of a King, — ■ We all belong to Jesus. REFRAIN. Bqvs : We belong to Jesus ! Girls: We belong to Jesus ! We sing His praise, We do His will, — We all belong to Jesus ! We all belong to Je.sus ! We all belong to Jesus ! 1 arn Jesus' little boy ; I, His little maiden ; All our hearts with love and joy Are for Jesus laden, So we join His grace to sing, All His doings please us, He is Master, Lord and King, We all belong to Jesus. I will serve Him every day ; 1 will love Him truly ; We will each His truth obey— Wisely, freely, duly ; Jesus is our Perfect Friend ; From all sin He frees us ; Eartl-i and heaven will join and blend, Wrien all belong to Jesus. 262 (Dm |bp. • r \ S^ i ;i ' M 1 i \\ 1 ■■iH I I ' Si :\ (In memory of our precious Harry.) Our bri}j;nt, sweet boy dKi leave us , Oh, how liis loss dotli grieve us ! Our hearts so long to hold hi n As in the olden days : Their love-bonds still enfold him, For memory hath enrolled him Within her holiest chambers An abiding joy and praise. In fancy we can hear him — As if to some one near him — Still talking in the morning : "/ /ovc my Lord so much ;" And all day long eacli measure, That gave us such pure pleasure Keeps ringing in the silence Our hands can almost touch. We still can herr him calling, With the sunsf.t glories falling, To the spa. row, in his garden : " Come, Ic.ui a boy your icings To ftud icliere God is storing The light." His thoughts were soaring To radiant worlds beyond him Whence light in splendor springs. He now, beyond the burden Hath found his soul's glad guerdon, in the perfect life he longed for And the fadeless light above : He views the land, supernal ; He sees the King, Eternal, In his beauty and rejoices In the fulness of his love. 1890. 2^3 Yet, thoujih within the portal Of Love's joy-land immortal, He hath not ceased to love us ; Who knows what tender care, What li^ht, what help, what healin,,, What ^race, b', 'ove's revealin'!, Are ours in tlie hurden'd conflict By his pure faith and prayer. With all our toil and yenrning For wisdom and for learning. Our boy knows more tlrin we do Of tlie mysteries of grace : Beyond Time's darkening shadows He hatli found the heavenly meadows Where eternal j jy and gladness Beams in every happy face. Winmc's 6oivc to |csus. Winnie's gone t ' Jesus, Brief and few the days Tarried she to please us With her winsome ways ; Miss me now the smilmg And the tender grace. All our hearts beguiling ; Miss the rosy face ; Miss the dimpled fingers ; Miss the laughing eyes Whose bright love-light lingers, - Yet we hush our cries, Lest our lips should blame Him For this heavy cross ; Lest we harshly name Him In our grief and loss. 264 He is always tt'iidcr ; All His ^itts ail' wise; He, for love, did lend her From the jeweli'd skies, Just to show the treasure Filliiifj; lieaven above And to teach the measure Of the Father's love; By this gift to win us To be His, alone, Make the heart within us Perfect, like His own ; Help us, in our dullness. By this crucial call, Understand the fulness Of His grace for all. When He smiled, she, to Him Spread her pretty hands. Just as if she knew Him ; Human bonds or bands Could not then detain her From His loving breast, Nothing could restrain her For she lov'd Him best. m In resigned submission To His blessed will, Waiting the fruition Which must follow still, All our praise is given. Counting jewels o'er — We have one in heaven, Ours forevermore. "n 265 grijc ChiltJvcn. Do you asU us wIktc thf chihirt-n tio When tlif sunsft splendors leave tliem And the stars shine out that love thern so And never, never grieve them ? They closi' their eyes And tiently rise, By an^el arms enfolden ; ' And pass afar To tlie dream land star, Through the pearly yates and golden, All beautv beams In the land of dreams Through the pearly gates and golden. Do you ask us where the children live All the happy summer over ? They abide in the land of make-believe,— Nor clouds nor shadows cover ; The boys are knights. All brave and true. Like the ones in story olden ; The girls are queens, To be crown 'd anew Through the pearly gates snd golden. O, life is sweet Where the children meet By the pearly gates and golden. Do you ask us where the children are Whom the Master called at even ? They were lonely in the night afar, It was morning up in heaven,— When he said : " Come, My dear, there's room," His smile did so embolden, From all below, They were glad to go, 1 hrough the pearly gates and golden ; They're safe, above, In the Land of Love, Through the pearly gates and golden. iiii> !; ( 266 If I Cube Icsus. (S' m If I love Jesus, the Saviour, above, — What will I gain when 1 give Him my love. Teacher says, Jesus my Saviour will be, — Tells me,,and sin^s to me: "Jesus loves me Then help me love Jesus ! I'll try to love Jesus ! 1 want to love Jesus For Jesus loves me. If 1 love Jesus and Jesus loves me, 1 shall be happy as happy can be ! When 1 love Jesus I never am rude : When 1 love Jesus 1 always am good. It 1 love Jesus and live by His word. 1 shall be like Him : He will be mv Lord ; Jesus will help me be holy and wise. Fit me a beautiful home in the skies. I will love Jesus— my Saviour and King ; For Him I hold up my hand wliile 1 sing ; Give Him my heart. His own Temple to be ; Live for His glory because He loves me. 267 f rt tljc dtbiltircii Come. " Suffer the litUc children to come unto me."— Jesus. Let the children come to Jesus ! Let them love Him while th.ey may,' While their hearts are pure And their hopes are bright, While their faitli is sure And their trust is right : Let the children come to-day. Let the children come With their hearts atlamc, And with song and psalm Let them praise His name ; In the life below Or the lite above, There was never a hi 'art so full of love As the loving heart of Jesus. Let the children come to Jesus 1 Let them feel His touch divine ; Let His arms enfold To His heart of grace ; In His ranks enroll'd They havt each a place ; Let His love their lives refine. Let the children come to Jesus : Let them speak and work for him. Let their thoughts, contained in their words, be creeds That are all explained By their loving deeds. Let the children come to Him. „v* 368 IS IT aiitr Bn it luiK he HI a it. " Dear Grandma, I am lonely till the pinks and roses come ; Now, the white snow-pearls do cover all their piettv garden home; 1 am very weary waiting for the summertime so 1 mg :" But the Grandma answered softly to her darlin,:j; in a song :-- "Though the flowers in the bosvers Be not bloomin.ij, fair, to day. Do not weary, O, my dearie, By and by it will be May." "The frost-king paints the windows and with diamonds trims the trees, But there's eye-pain in the sunshine and 1 sliiver in the breeze ; Grandma call the summer quickly ; bid the winter rise and go !" But the Grandma gave her answer in sweet treble, soft and low : "Thou'ih the flowers hi the bowers Be not blooming fair to-day ; Do not weary, O, my dearie, By and by it will be May." " My robins all have left me and my s vallows are away. And my trees are bare and leafless —all their green has chang'd to grey ; And I miss my morning glories with their hearts all pure and white." But the Grandma sang her answer, softly, in the fading light : '* Though the flowers In the iv/wers Be not bl',.)ming fair, to-day ; D,» ncjt weary, O, my dearie. By and bv it will be May." 269 line; the ze; ) I" )w : an fobc's ftaooii BW- The day fades outward in the w est, Its golden sands have run,— And way-worn mortals woo th.e rest By Toll's atonement won. 1 hear the sparrows 'neath the eaves, The crickets in their nest,— The zephyrs mid the arbor leaves, All whispering of rest : But O, 1 r.iiss my love ! 1 miss the tender light, The smile, the kiss, The prayer I miss, — My own love's sweet "good-night. A stranger in aii alii n land — My loved ones all afiir— The sunset glories on the strand Return me where they are ; In every song their music swells — A tuneful heart refrain— And still as ling the vesper bells 1 am at home again. The happy children bow and piifi As failing shadows fall, 1 hear the laughter of the heart In every cheery call ; They gather in from lane and street, From lawn and tlowery sod ; 'Tis still " good night " the lips repeat To loved ones and to God. While others sleep 1 wakeful dream Of hopes, that like the day. All robed in rose, with glint and gleam, Have vanished quije away ; Of joys 1 dream— I feel tlieu" thorn,— Of friendsliip's tickle b'iss ; Yet Hope outlines a perfect morn To compensate for this. Nor will 1 miss my loves in Heaven's eternal light ; The smile, the kiss, 1 shall not miss : ^ There will be no "good-night.' J 70 |)is l^ngcls. The FalhtT, God, we love, is very tender To His earth-bound, sin-chafed children, in their weariness and pain ; He calls His kindest angel and doth send her Where her smile is like the solace to the meadows of the rain. He sends His angel Sleep with benedictions, — Every downy plume is laden with the benisons of peace ; Tlie soul — unleaslied — forgets the clay's restrictions. While the burdened brain and body from its fetters find release. Encompassed by the frailties of the mortal, — Environed by the evils that doth human life infest, — It is passing sweet to cross the drowsy portal Where her lurings lead the spirit through her labyrinths of rest. One day — a cheerless, grieving day — was ended At the midnight, and in bitterness 1 sought my silent room, — But the irritating spirits v/hich attended All the day kept up their torture and disturbance in the gloom. At last, 1 drifted outward, in her sealing. All tlie freighted years forgotten, by a mystery all her own ; Past and present strangely blendecl, thus revealing That our inmost hidden history — even hopes — to her are known. Once more across the playing ground of childhood A barefoot boy 1 scampered, all my morning lessons done, With a merry group of playmates to the wildwood. From the quaint old cottage school-house, half in shadow, half in sun, With rare delight we gleaned the dells for flowers : "Lady fingers," golden "Buttercups," and "Dew-drops" pure and white ! All the garnered joys of many "nooning " hours Seemed to centre in this dreamland one of pleasure and delight ; 271 IJi But th' bell rano[ on our gladness, and its ringing. Banished all my school-day angels,— curtained all the happy scene — While another 'rose from out the shadows, bringing Not a hint of all the two-score, burdened, battling year« between. In a fairy, fountained garden, in the gloaming, Midst an aromatic loveliness too subtle to explain. With mv weeping, sweet Irene 1 was roaming,— . She was weary, tired, sobbing,-all my comforting seem'd vam. Then the children, racing, came-as if they missed us- With their merry, laughing playmates, from a game of hide and seek," , , • j i And our darlings, May and Harry, how they kissed us ! Smoothed their " dear Irene's " tresses, charm'd the shaiiows from her cheek. Thev told her pretty stories of Elysian Hills and valleys, in the sunlight, where the fragrant lilies bloom, ( And it never dawned upon me, in the vision. That these much loved ones were sleeping in the silence of the tomb. ) Thev led us where the sparkling waters glistened In the silvery sheen and radiance of the sunset's a terglow.- Bathing fever'd brows and pulses— while \ve listened To their cheery songs and laughter,-as 1 used to long ago. The vision faded slowly from my keeping : 1 awoke : 'twas morning : rested, 1 arose f.u toil to coi \1 the dav my heart kept singing : " No ! not sleeping T lev are angels, too, to bless me, on my pilgrim journey home. come. I The Father God, we love, knows all the tension On o.rwe^ry, human heart-strings, and in tenderness dcth send The kind^^st, holiest helper he can mention : Every angel, here or yonder, by his favor, is our friend. U' ill' ^ii 272 (A Kreeting to my Krent'y liflovcd wife, remeniberiiiK twenty five yenis of (lelightful companionshii .,' m Rings again the wedding hells ! Rings tlie silver-wedding hi^JIs : As we pass the quarter-century mark Their witching rhytiim swells. O'er and o'er each peal repeateth (in each whisper tone it heateth) Every cherished aspiration, Every rapt' reus exaltation ; Each pure, purposeful intention, Hope and plan find gracious nienti(^n ; All the flower-gem 'd morning meadows, All the perfumed evening shadows, All tilt,' Springtime's virgin splendor, All the Summer's wealth and wonder, All the Autumn's rich fruition And each Winter's restful mission, — These all flash again And fading. Are a memory serenading Which of retrospection tells In the swinging, ringing, singing Of the silver-weddinn bells. Ringeth still the wedding hells ! Time-toned silver-wedding hells. Triumph and defeat Are sounding From the threnody that swells. When our souls, aflame, first heard them, Life's divine impulses stirr'tl them ; In the symph(jnies, ascendii ', Power and faith had wondrous '.'nding ; Then, the gifts of place and ^^ .lion Waited, hut for occupation ; Buoyant youth, with strong assurance, Nerved us for sublime endurance ; Every boon, in royal measure, Tarried at our call and pleasure ; 273 And we dreamt, s(»nu' bnive endeavor Would immortalize forever, — And that Honor, Wealth and Fame, Kach, had altars for our name. ***** What thou^ih hopes were shorn of wings By the cn)wdiny common things. And though Wealth brought Pain and Care, All her royalties to share,— _ And the gifts we strove to gain, Still bevond our grasp remain. Yet— made wiser l»y tlie years — Each illusion disappears And we value, at their cost, Fleeting phantoms, which are lost In the getting. Now we prize That which mouldeth tiestinies. We have garnered in the strife, Not a living, But a life, Learned that Wisdom's contrahai.d Is not won by reach (;f hand ; Glean'd that" character alone Standeth, w hen the task is done : Past and Present tone the knells In the meetness, sweetness, tleetness Of the silver-wedding bells. Still the ringing wedding bells ! Singing silver-wedding bells : Heavenlv thraldoms tlirill the cadence Which within their music dwells. " God hath zcrotiiihi it!" " God hath li'Wiiirhi it!" Listening spirii-ears have caught it- Caught the pure, celestial meaning From the silvery tongues careening : " Evcrv djv, — The Oiiuis, the losses ;' ' All the te.iy,— The enneus, the crosses ; " Ansieeied phiver,— Yet puipose iirwcirted ; ' \Mi If' i' " Shadows, — Wliav idtli /io//t vi' l\uU\i ;" " Fn'efuis/iips, — Bv llic liuman bliiflilcd ;" " 'Biiniiiiiis, — Bv tllC illicil /(o/i/iuf ;" " Ohifiu^trs, s/i[(>:hfiiios, scoiirjrings, burdens ," " Deep iind (reerjluidnir jordans ;' " Morning snn/ii^//t,— Sieiftly shaded ;" •'Sheltered rests,-- Bv Want invaded ;" " fomb-sides, — Darh zeith sontbie sonvw • Desolatin.g nuDiv a n:orroze." Lo ! God speaheth : ~ " These are mine," "I, by them, do dross refine. " " Sanetif)' and free from sin,'' " Cleanse ilie spiiit-heart zeithin ;" " These are angels of the Blood " " Shed by Christ, the Son of God," •' IVhoso heareth them shall be" " Lifted npzxwrd nnto me." Still the iovc'-toned minors linji, While the u;uarLiian seraphs sin<2; ; See we now the Father's urace Eye to eye and face to face ; All the past is His, and all, All the future at His call ; Withered blossoms bloom anew Where the .Lilory b.reaketh throii-h ; As the earth- ways near the sun, ( jolden heaven-wavs onw.ird run, And the mortal, at the rim, Finds immortal life in Him : His \i\vA\. love all love exci'ls. Faith imparts and passion quells, — kin.uin^ clearer, clearer, clearer, — Sinjiin^i nearer, nearer, neanr, in the chimin;.',, rhyming rhythms Of the sliver-weddin^j bells". 1896. 275 Mt JHiss (tbcm So. (A Cbiistiiias Kcvcfit— 18%.) Wc miss our loves On this Cluistmas ui^ht,-- Their son^s and lauulitcr ami ^lad cleli;:ht ; Wc miss tlic IMessinjis their brij^htness brou^lit And tlie subtle sweetness their presence wrought ; The dun clouds drape all the wintry sky And the lone winds sigh As they tremble by. We miss their songs, — Yet we know they sing For 'tis Christmas. Surely Heaven doth ring With jubilations of joy and praise When the Angels sing as in olden days ! Our darlings join in the songs, we know, And their glad hearts glow In love's overllow. We miss their joy. Though we share it too, For Heaven hath so much it breaketh through ; There is joy wherevi'r the Christ is known, — High up in the light of His own white Throne And away far down in the haunts of sin. Where the gifts come in Which the Christmas win. We miss their forms But they sometimes come At the midnight watch, U) allure us home ; With our eves half-closed, h( ^ ^j>- ^ Si. m Sciences Corporation 23 WIST MAIN STRIfT WIBSTU,N.Y. MSM (71«)t72-4S03 ;V ^. "^ <\ ;\ ^4* % ^ 278 REFRAIN. Joyfully, then, let all adore Him, Lauding His gracious ways ; Brimming with joy we sing, Praising our God and King • Sing of His care and kind providing. For He hath crown 'd our days : Worship Him and for each favor Swell His praise. li ■ i ':■ Raise ye the song ! Sing of the love He heareth all ! Praise ye the Lord ! He doth rejoice in them that praise Him. Like gentle rain Out of the Heavens His mercies fall : Every praiseful song doth wing a soul refrain. Great are His ways ! Out of the rocks the fountaiiis How ; Each hour His word Calleth the. corn to bud and grow ; All things are ours, Yet are what He doth bestow : Joyfully sing Unto the King ; Sing of His sovereign reign. I' ii« ' Sing evermore ! Never a doubt was blent in song ; Tell of His might. For it is full and everlasting ; Give thanks tc Him ; Over the world His blessings throng, — Free as light ;;nd air they to His people move. Lift up the voice ! Circle the earth with hymns of praise ; God, over all ! Unto His name your anthems raise ; His boons of life Fill with delight all the days : Joyfully sing Unto the King, — Sing of His reign of love. 279 dim 6r)ti is 600!). " He will teach us of His ways and we will walk in His paths." ■^ We raise our song ; with rev'rent lips mak'^ mention Of all God's gracious tenderness and ca.e ; The year hath gone ; our souls, in Love's subvention, Her laurels wear. Not in the way we plann'd our God hath led us,— By slieltered paths, where Rest and Peace abide ; Yet, in the desert. He a feast hath spread us. By grace supplied. i Our souls, in poverty and penance hiding, To Pity's house of bitterness have come ; Yet, still, by God's mysterious providing. Have found a home. Our hearts long held afar in Sin's subjection,— 'Mid nature's twilights, malice, ill and strife Have found the Holy Spirit's pure protection And perfect life. Our service, in His name, scant praise hath brought Him, - 'Twas far below the standard of His word ; Yet, He knows all the deeds we would have wrought Him, To crown our Lord. Our God is kind. We marvel at the measure, - So infinite, so feebly understood, Of all the royal fulness of His pleasure. Our God is good. New Year's Kve, 1896. 280 % Wonting ||Icssagc. Listen, my soul to the morning messay;e, Borne from afar on the sunbeam's wings ; Shimmering clouds are its blight embassage, — Murmuring woodland to greet it springs, — All the world with its gladness rings. !-'^ Be still, my soul, in the hush and hear it Whispering softly adown the wa\ - ; Cometh it swift to thy heart to cheer it ; Hearken thou to its roundelays ; Join in its jubilant song of praise. "/l/l things are pure and are p/anned for pleasure," Pure as the light from the golden east ; Life, pure life is the gracious treasure Each altar beareth, even the least ; Every man is a censer'd priest. "/Ill things are true by Omniscient making,'' Hear the symphony rung abroad ; Choirs divine in the groves awaking Blend their voices to praise and laud ; All things are true by the love of God. "/Ill things ate right!" O, my soul repining At lowly lot, canst thou weigh or trace By the beams from the halls of the morning shining, Atom or universe out of place ? Is it thou who lackest the Builder's grace ? "/Ill things are good." It was thus He made them ; Formed and fashioned at love's behest ! When the holy Son of His word arrayed them ; Finished, complete. He knoweth it best — " l^ery good" was the rinal test. "/ill things ate His " and by Him appointed Blessings of goodness of honor and gain, And each white soul is the Lord's anointed, The rev'rent glory of God to maintain And share in His royal, beneficent reign. 28l %nai\m Maxb to l^ahuwt Cljis. TTl ! I Interwoven in the woof And the fibre of our thought,— Subtle source of Hope's anticipated bliss, Yet nor lacking sentient proof— This conception is inwrought : T/ierc must be another uvrld to balance this. O, the weariness and pain ! O, the loss-encompassed gain ! O, the deep and dark environment of death ! Life is drudgery and gloom From the cradle to the tomb, And we hold it by the tenure of a breath. Though life's radiant, rosy morn May be full of love and light Unto them who miss its scourge and lictor's rod, There are countless thousands born Where Deception's withering blight Darkens every aspiration after God. Every pleasure hath a pain ; After blessing there is bane ; Though the day be full of brightness yet the eve And the shadows follow fast ; When the summer joys are past Comes the winter-time of sorrow when we grieve. How the passion-fires of sin Sear the human, till their scars Put the image of divinity to rout,— While the pent-up soul, within, Beats against her prison bars. Scarcely knowing if 'tis freedom to be out. if, II 282 By tlie accident of birth We are fettered to the earth — Crucial heirs of all the evils of the past — And we wonder if 'tis Fate Or some venom 'd fiend of hate Hath our souls in such a servile bondage cast. Like a shallop on the deep, Minus rudder, sail and oar — At the mercy of the billows and the breeze — From the land of dreamless sleep We are launch 'd, from Lethe's shore With the passion-winds of "Hanes" on our lees. And we neither know nor see Whence our being came to be, While each fateful wave that bears us 011 its crest, Onward, toward a great unkn nvn — Baffled, ignorant, alone — Hath the spirit-songs of Silence in its breast. 1' ■ i Far above the moil and strife- Herald of a life to be — Rings a message, full of sweetness from the Lord " 1 itHll give eternal life Unto all who come to me, ' ' And His covenanted blood hath sealed the word. :i 1890 Walk we now by faith, not sight ; In His promise find delight. Lest our souls, by sin, redemption's goal should miss. By His mercy and His love. In a sinless world, above, We shall have a perfect life to balance this. r^ 'i-'Si n 283 (gbcutibc it ^ball be figbt. It is night in the morning to-day, For low over valley and hill, The mist hangeth sodden and grey With its glaze and its gloom and its chill. No confident token have I That sunlight or noon will appear ; The haze its black pall hath spread over the sky And only light's phantom is here. It is night for my spirit as well ; The shadows within, as without, Spread over her powers their spell Of dumbness, depression and doubt. The world hath been harsh and unkind ; Fair friends have been false and untrue ; So, weary in body and wounded in mind. My temples are laurell'd with rue. It is night ; will this burden uplift From the tear-mantled earth where it clings i 1 wait and I watch ; in the drift 1 can see the slow pulsing of wings. My soul, lying prone in the dust With this passionate rain in her eyes, Is faintly outreaching to ransom her trust From'ihe altar of doubt where it lies. fel; I It is ni^'ht, but Gofs mercy and grace Are as full in the night as the day ; Omnipotent love, in its place. Still holdeth its sceptre and sway ; Progres^iiing by faith 1 may miss Tlie dangers and terrors of sight ; 1 go on, not seeing or knowing but tins, ^^ '• At even," He saith, 'twili be light. li. 1890. If 284 » i p 1 1 ii; i i ■■ i pht II ||tot!)cr Comforting, " The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is misrhty ; He will save ; He will rejoice over thee with joy ; He will re^it in His love ; He will joy over thee witli sinjfinif," "As one whom his mother comfortetli so will I comfort you." Singing, singing over me — Like a mother comforting, In the night of darkness, dreariness and dole ; Sombre shadows cover me, In the bonds of weariness, Yet His voice in cheeriness, Singeth, singeth, singetli like an angel in my soul. Tenderly, so tenderly- Full of kindest comforting, — Like a sun-down zephyr humming in the pines, Comes His loving lullaby, Soothing all my fearfulness — Full of charm and cheerfulness, — While its vestal pureness with my spirit intertwines. Peerless in His purity, Highest in His holiness. Strong in His omnipotence, whose power hath full employ. Mighty in His majesty. Yet my trembling needfulness Hath His perfect heedfulness — For His heart rejoiceth, bending over me with joy. Resting in my impotence. Tenant of my emptiness, Dwelling in my loneliness to fashion and refine, Father, in thy motherhood Let Thy face, the while, on me. Like a mother's smile on me. Singing, sweetly singing, softly singing: — "thou art mine." ili m 285 (With apoloRies to Frederick Abbott. A story for the children.) Would my darling like to know Why the winds of Autumn blow Chilling, Killing All the flowers In the bowers Ere their winding sheet of snow Hath been spun Or begun ? Listen, then, each pretty sweet, And the story I'll repeat Which the South wind whispered to me As a secret down the street : (And these old folks ? They may stay ; We wont send them " out to play," Though they sometimes are a "bother," And are " awful in the way. " } Once upon a morn in June — Life and light and love in tune- Creeping, Peeping Forth in wonder Out from under Mossy covering— full soon- Came a flower And that hour To the sun its petals spread. On the air its fragrance shed. Caught the rainbow colors blending In the sunbeams, overhead, — Caught the mu'^ic in the leaves. Caught the beauty where it cleaves. And the grace of form and fashion Which in all things interweaves. 286 1 - M m ^' it ^ HJi i; ■ r i ■ 1' ' • ii Ik And that morninij:, throujili the trees, Came a ;i;entle North-land breeze, Lauyliin*;, Quaffinji; Joy's completeness, And her sweetness All his throbbing heart did please ; So he sought her — Flora's daughter, In her virgin grace and pride — For his bosom's loving bride, And such suit as his could never Be rejected or denied ; So he won her for his own. To be his and his alone, Queen of all his broad dominions With a rainbow for her throne. Roguish Cupid passing by, Did the happy pair espy, Wooing, Cooing, So he plighted And united Them, all good to glorify, — And the ringing Forest, singing, Sung the secret to the hills. And they rang it to the ril's, And the crystal waters sang it To the meadows and the mills ; Pictured in each pearl of dew Went the message forth anew. And the pure, white water lilies Certified it chaste and true. ^m 287 But the tlowk^r made request- Smiling from ner mossy nest Sweeiij", Neatly-- By her mother For another Happy month, wherein to rest In the leisure And the pleasure Of the ferny friends she knew, Ere she bid them all adieu To go forth with him forever And to love him leal and true ; So the Breeze gave his consent And departed quite content, For the groves had pledged their honor Every ill to circumvent. Children ! Oh ! ! 'Tis sad to tell ! ! ! Scarce had gone the breeze when fell Crashing, Dashing Through the bowers, Angry showers, And the tiny flower's knell Rang afar; Each bright star Up in heaven veiled its flame, It was such a cruel shame ; Then the pine tree told the balsam How the tempest was to blame, And they sang a dirge of praise, Telling of its lovely rays, And the forest mourned about it And lamented many days. ill! Il A r i"'' ■ ' ■! fMi 11 H t^ , !■' i t 'i tit I'' Hi 1 ! 1 1 288 Far away in fort-i^'ii hiiul, Singing to a sylvan strand — Breathing Wreathing Joy and blessing While caressing— To the breeze, by Fate's commaml, Came the story, — And the glory Faded from his life forever. Form-full seem'd each pure endeavor And the pain-pangs in his bosom May be healetl and solac'd never: For the chordals which vibrate At the touch of love, elate, All are silent, dumb and soundless To the tinger-tips of hate ; And the melody which rings Out of all love-tensioned things, Is a harsh, discordant threnody When Venom racks the strings. This fair, gentle breeze, so kind Once, but now to favor blind, — Wailing, Railing Forth in anger, An avenger, Cometh as the Autumn Wind ; In his breath Doom and death ; At his glance the valleys quiver And the aspens by the river, — And the woodlands in their futile Paling penance sigh and shiver ; But the balsams and the pines, Where his music intertwines, Keep their summer robes of beauty While they drone their mystic lines ; As they sang in balmy June — Every tassel tone in tune — So they sing in winter's shadow This immortal rover's rune. 2 Hi; ^t) oration; Praise the Lord ! Lei all the world rejoice ! Render thanks for all the harvest store ! Rinj^ the joy ; Let heart and lip and voice Sinji His praises evermore ; For His jzifts -in love- All are ^ifts of ^race For the weal of all our race. We thank Him for His Kindness And for His ti-nder care ! We praise Him ! We adore ! lim ! His tioodness wt. declare. We chant His praise ! We laud His ways ! We do His name adore ! Unto love ■ 'e trace All His ^ifts '4 Grace ! Sound His praises evermore. God is good ! He crowneth every happy day ! Every day ! Happy day ! Every day ! Happy day ! We shout and sing His praises, evermore ! Evermore ! O'er and o'er We shout and sing His praises, evermore ! What a wealth in store On every sea and shore ! O, shout and sing His praises, evermore ! So we praise the Lord who reigneth ! God, whose gl(>ry never waneth ! Father ! He who His love constraineth Evermore ; God, whose gift of grace sustaineth ; God, whose glory never waneth ! So we praise the Lord who reigneth, Evermore ! We adore ! Evermore ! O'er and o'er ! Evermore ! We shout and sing His praises evermore ; All our hearts are brimming o'er with thanktulness, We shout and sing His praises evermore ! -■i\ m Ml- I 111 if i'i iM I < Id it IH •290 ■■ I know my sheep, and am knoun of mine." He knoweth me, — my Shepherd, dear ! My name he hath engraven Upon His hand ; 1 have no fear That 1 shall be enslaven Of Hate, or Crime, of Sin, or Wrong, Or broken from His holding, — F-or 1 unto His flock belong. Protected by His folding. Though ransom 'd myriads claim His care, Yet, since my Shepherd met me, Within His heart my face is, where He never can forget me. My tender Sheperd never will Forsake me or deny me ; His holy helping hath me still To save and glorify me. My vagrant thinking he deplores — Each foolish word and action. Because my Shepherd, kind, adores Each grace that gives attraction To Him in me, to me for Him, So when 1 rest me near Him And lift my gaze. His eyes are dim Because 1 do revere Him. When I am faint, my Shepherd, strong, Upon His bosom bears me. And where destructive dangers throng His sheltered rest he shares me. I hear Him singing, low and sweet, A song of trust above me : By faith 1 am in Him complete For He delights to love 'me. No fear have 1. Why should 1 fear When such a Shepherd keepeth ? All the long day He watcheth near (He guardeth all who sleepeth) And leadeth on by throne or thrall With purposeful endeavor,— And all the Shepherd foldeth, shall Abide with Him forever. 291- (JiDmpann (guDugl) for glx* God is my beloved Companion On my journey every day, — Guidinj^, counsellino, persuading And providing, all the way ; His most wondrous love hath mov'd Him Such a tender friend to be That I glory to have prov'd Him Company enough tor me. In the brightness of the morning And the splendor of the noon,— When from sunset rays, returning, Shadows linger for the moon, Close beside me 1 can hear Him ; He hath such pure joy in fee 'Tis most blessed to be near Him : Company enough for me. 'Mid the 'peril and the sorrow We are gleaning (for thy good) Strength and comfort for the morrow Of my earthly neighborhood ; All our labor, by His shaping, For delight He doth decree. Making him, by grace and keeping, Company enough for me. He is nigher than my breathing. We are knit together so- Like the fragrance interwreathing In the Autumn's mellow glow ; Both in purpose and endeavor. Fellows for eternity,— He is now and will be e /er Company enough for me. ii- 292 #it iU SuutoavJD Sitrt (A reverie on Fiftieth Birthday.) When '.Tiy heart is still And my face is cold, — Nor delights enthrill As in days of old, — Let no warm lips touch The clay-cold brow : If ye love me much. Be tender now. All the love-toned years Of my youth have flown, And the shadow nears Where 1 'valk alone ; Still my spirit clings, All else above. Unto Christ, and sings Of His dear love. *; si ii Where the mile-marks shift (On my life's brief road Passing rearward, swift) 1 go home to God. 1 have ci-ossed the line, — Time's spectres grim In the light divine Are faint and dim ; I-,.. I have crossed the line To the sunward side, — Where the " Corn and wine Of the Land abide ; And the past I see, — How God always Hath been kind to me : 1 give Him praise ! E ( 293 Though the hand be stronfj As the eager brain, It will not be long Till they chafe in strain ; Though the eye sees clear In light and shade, — Yet the hour is near When visions fade. Though 1 Unow not why, As 1 care not how, 1 shall quiet lie With unruffled brow, Nor the v\'here nor when 1 have His bond : — 'Twill be earth till then And Heaven beyond. 'progress. Though scant the motion, wave by wave, Yet. still, the tide creeps onward ; We climb like corals, gra\ e by grave, Yet lift a broad land sunward ; Though beaten back in many a fray Strength from Deleat we borrow : So where the vanguard strives to-day The rear guard camps to-morrow. Though shadows veil the glory, now, The promised morn is breaking. And rays that kiss yon mountain's brow Will soon these vales be waking ; Though Poverty and Pain hold sway And hearts trudge on with sorrow. Yet Joy's pure lilies bud to-day And Easter blooms to-morrow. i ii; ; ■ ' ■ ■ I '; I; ^u:] 294 My Spirit springs, Spreads hope-It-nt wings, Quits mundane things Which bind her, . And tal, », J ' hi I It 111 Ii'. f 1899 It is done. The day is done. The glory fades in the west. All the love-lent hours of its grace have run ; It is night --thy soul may rest. Good night ! G od night ! God giveth rest. Good night ! His carr is rest. it is done. The toil is done. The weary hands on the breast May be folded now till the morrow's sun : It is night— thy hands may rest. Good night ! Good night ! Thou art God's guest. Good night ! His peace is rest. It is done. The duty done. Nor sin nor pain may molest, Nor the conscience call. It is Heaven begun When He saith : " Come in and rest. " Good night I Good night ! No fears infest. Good night ! His hupe is rest. 'Twill be done. 'Twill all be done Some golden eve. With the blest— When the perfect morn and its life are won- - 'Twill be rest. Love's life is rest. Good night ! Good night ! God doeth best. Good night ! His love is rest. t i GENERAL INDEX. FIRST EDITION. GENERAL INDEX. f1 i i l' \ 1 NAMB. PAOE. A Barefoote.1 Boy on the Green. 190 A Brand Plucked 96 A Chance Acquaintance 226 A Comforter 203 A Finished Shaft 181 A Master Mechanic 106 A Morning Message 280 A New Scholar 257 A Prince of Clod 1 58 A White Life 215 Aberdeen 198 Adoration 289 Almost Lost But Saved 64 Another World to Balance This. 280 At Easter Time 47 At Eventide 283 At Rest 260 At the Fourth Watch 76 Awake My Soul 25 Be Glad, My Heart 243 Being and Doing 55 Bethesda 94 By and By it will be May 268 By Erie's Shore 246 By Koona's Fount 244 Bezaleel 108 Call the Roll 221 Call Ye for Men . 220 Children of the Kingdom 29 Christ Has Come 30 Come Away 77 Come Home 33 Come to Jesus 58 Company Enough for Me 291 Confidence 28 Dost Thou Go ? 19 Draw the Life Line 192 Dreamland 294 Easter Bells 18 Elsinore 232 Evcy Day 196 NAME. PAOB Fair Northern Land 248 Faith's Favors 7 Fishers of Men 66 FoUeigh Lake 236 Forward 136-167 Gideon's Shibboleth 21 Gleanings 134 God Knows Best 1 56 Going Home from School 228 Gootl Morning 259 Good Night 298 Good Things to Come 36 Guidance 14 Hampton 237 Hast Thou Done Thy Best 26 Heart Bells 4 Heavenly Revealings 98 He Changes Not 107 He Forgiveth 31 He I lias Come 48 He Knowelh 70 He Knows, Who 184 He Loves Me So 147 His Angels 270 His Answer 143 His Little Ones 254 His Measure 79 His Name 131 His Peace 42 Homeless 148 How Can He Love Us So ? ... . 52 I am His 133 I am the Lord's 54 I Know Him 35 I Know Not 208 I Remember 210 I Will Call for the Corn 142 If I Love Jesus 266 Immortal Youth 204 In His Arms 219 In His Shadow 5 In Love's Divine Confiding 37 NAMK. FAOB. In the Hollow of His Hand 69 In the City ol Clod 188 In Memoriam 180 In the Secret Place .^8 Irene ^55 Is He Dead? »3 It May he at the Midnight 1 54 Jacob's Well-side 1 18 Jesus Christ for Me 121 Jesus Calleth 14° Jesus is Calling 62 Jesus is Our King 08 Jesus, Our Master 75 JoeBirse '75 Leaning 34 Let the Children Come 267 Life 73 Life Hound 'o Life is Hut in Cod « 10 Life is N^t in Bread II4 Like a Mother 284 Liilie's a Terrible Tease 227 Look Up, Lift Up 83 Love '^ Love's Crusade 216 Love's Jubilant Prince 5° Marah i'2 Mary's Anointing 5° Matins 60 May Wooing 252 Moment by Moment 46 Morning 242 Mother Earth 86 Musings o' My Dearie, 207 My Love's Good Night 269 My Shepherd 290 Nain 'O^ Nearer, My God 172 New Victoria 212 Obed F.dom 93 On the Intercolonial 234 On the Stair 256 On the Sunward Side 292 One of (]od's Rivers 238 One Old Song ■•• »7i Our Boy 262 Our God is Good 279 NAME. PAOE. Palm Sunday 124 Pearly Gates and Golden 17 Pearly Gates and Golden 265 Perfect Peace 37 Pledged for God 222 {'raise the Lord 13 Prelude 3 Progress 293 Prohibition's Morning 225 Promoted > 57 Purity II Rachel's Children... Reniemlier the Lord. Rest Retrospection Ring for Prohibition . Salvation Servants of Jesus Serving the King Shoreward Show '^'^e Heaven Silver Wedding Bells Simon at Saron Sinp of His Mercies Sipg Unto the Lord Some Christmas Morning. Some Day Soul Chords Soul Fervor Souls and Temples Spirit Vision Stony Lake Strength Such as I am Sunday at Lancaster. . Sunlight in the Soul Sus.-iii Lynn Talitha cumi.. Ta.ry Here Tell Jesus Thanksgiving..; The Children The Comforter The Comforiing Christ The Father-Heart. The Feast of Love The God that Did the Sending. The Home-Land The King Cometh The Kingdom's Coronation The King's Messenger 122 74 43 201 224 75 59 85 296 129 272 126 45 20 276 295 63 57 65 9 240 27 78 249 82 229 9' 87 67 277 265 80 8 81 15 145 199 138 49 100 ImI- . NAMK. PAOK. The Kind's Worils S4 I'hf I,;>ii(l of Iintiiitrials 164 The Law i>f Cliiifcl 140 Tlu.' I.c^'iid iif the Wind 285 The l,(iril is ( iood 24 The Niw Siin^ 72 The Old ;iriil the New 160 The I'ruiniscs 53 The kclurn of the Ransomed. . . 44 The U0y.1l Heir 22 The Sllinill^,' Way 123 The 'I'luiii ill)'! Its Teacher 163 The Way is so Delightful lo The Worhl for the Lord 6 'Tis the Father.. 178 This Same Jesvis 88 This, too, IS Vanity 151 Thou Shalt Have Joy 113 To-Day 71 T(»Morr'>w 250 Three Score and Ten 180 Thy I'l;u;e 297 Thy Task 32 Twenty To-day 209 Unto all the World 218 UnloCiod, the (Hory 211 Unfurl the Temperance Flag. . . . 223 NAMK. PACIK. Wail a Moment, I'apa 258 Walk with Me 1 10 Wntchini; 104 N\ alcr-> I )f ll 23 We all l^cloiij; to jcsus 261 We are Lovers Siill jrx) Weaving; 194 ^^'(•dliinn liells 206 Weinhe^3. '47. 20), 224; 251, 261, 2C'<;, 277 iiiul 2ut ane." " Goinu Home to Chloe." "Scots Wha' Hae." "The Fairies." No. 444 Canadian Hymnal. " Bright Sparkles."