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 1899. 
 
 •Progress" Print, St. John, N. B. 
 
 
ORIGINAL I'OEMS, 
 
 LOSS OF THE STEAMSHIP PORTLAND. 
 
 I. 
 It was in lhi> uioulh of Novi-tiihor, the wind blowing a K'.^^c, 
 
 That the fine sleflincr PorllaiHl from Hoston did sail 
 With a I'apiain and crew of one hnn<lred odd sonls, 
 
 Wliose bodies now flrift upon Nnntncket shoals. 
 
 rihe sank with her tVeij^'ht of yonn^ and old, 
 
 In Iho depths of the ocean they lay riji;id and eohl, 
 
 And many fond hearts will he smitten with grief, 
 Until the angel of death shall grant them relief. 
 
 III. 
 There were fond hearts on hoard that were filled with <lelight. 
 
 And dreamed not their souls would l)e summoned that night, 
 r.ntthe tempest did howl, the waves they did leap, 
 
 The Portland she sank witli her freight in the deep. 
 
 IV. 
 It was on that snrf-heaten shore, where a signal she gave, 
 
 Where many brave seamen found a watery grave. 
 And not one of that number who left in that gale. 
 
 Will ever r(>tnrn to relate the sad tale. 
 
 V. 
 
 It is a lesson in life that when warnings are given [driven ; 
 
 We should watch for the storms or on the rocks we may be 
 I*or there is always a harbor where in peace we can lay. 
 
 Where our anchor will hold by night or by day. 
 
 VI. 
 Farewell to the Portland, with her freight of live souls, 
 
 Whose bodies have drifted away from those .shoals ; 
 God grant they m.-iy rest in their dei-p ocean bed, 
 
 IJntil the sea shall be snniniDned to yield I'p its dead. 
 
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 THE BBIQAR 
 
 T. 
 
 A stniugiT he stands, he knocks at your (loor, 
 He pleads lor a mite from your iMniiiUful «tore ; 
 
 I'eels of levelry and mirth are caii^lit hy his ear, 
 
 While your hearts are as callous as the winter is drear. 
 
 II. 
 lie is the son of some molhei and has wandered from home, 
 
 Yon have boys of your own, jierchaiice they may roam 
 And cease to rememher their homes that were hrij^^ht, 
 
 As they ilrifl with the tide and are devoid of " That I<ij^ht." 
 
 III. 
 Turn not a deaf ear to an apjieal from the poor. 
 
 They have the promise of (",od, their bread and water is sure; 
 Think not that y<nir wealth will ransom yonr soul, 
 
 Or ])urchase a ])ass])ort, as you are nearinj^ the i^nal. 
 
 IV. 
 
 There are those who are ]ioor in the treasures ofearth, 
 Vet richer by far than those of ])roud birth ; 
 
 There's aglow in their hearts, when fi^nned into flame, 
 That will aid them to Uveas they trust in His name. 
 
 V. 
 
 The I)effgar vvas poor, he was laid at the }j;ate, 
 TluMldjrs were his friends, with them he had ate, 
 
 Although ilesjiised by those with wealth in grt at store. 
 He was borne by the angels to that evergreen shore. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then despise not the beggar, he is some mother's child, 
 
 Who has wiindered from home and the world has beguiled; 
 
 Hut think of your own as from home they de])art. 
 
 And the shaft that the) l)ury in yonr own bleeding heart. 
 
ORIGINAI. rOllMS 
 
 MY iVlOIHtiR. 
 
 drear. 
 
 I. 
 
 Can it l»e sho is ),'imc tli.il la-r siiiril has Mown '. 
 
 T(i tlio.sf ri'^if'iis beyond : Uiat iiiyHterioiis uiikiuiwii ; 
 The bow is uii.sUuii)f, the shall il has sped, 
 
 " My Mother" is muiibered with those ofllu' dead. 
 
 mill home, 
 
 y rontii 
 
 .'ht, 
 
 Imt I.ij^ht." 
 
 II. 
 
 Neverinote will these lii)S that luii^hl me to juay 
 He pressed to my cheeks at the close of each (biy , 
 
 No more will those arms around meeiitwim, 
 
 "My Mother" hasgt)ne, she has crossed that line. 
 
 aterissure; 
 ^roal. 
 
 arth, 
 
 flame, 
 lame. 
 
 store, 
 hore. 
 
 child, 
 isl)ej4niled; 
 
 lin,t( heart. 
 
 III. 
 
 It is sad to be severed from those whom we love, 
 
 Hilt there is a promise that's j^iven by our I'aLlur above 
 
 To those who wil! seek, both the young and the old, 
 '• My Mother" accepted, she has entered 'hat fold. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Nevermore will she face the rude winter's blast. 
 Her race has been ran, her troubles are past ; 
 
 And calmly she'll rest 'iieath the moss covered stone, 
 " My Mother," God bless her, has gone to her home. 
 
 V. 
 
 The time is b ,»rl when the grave will reclaim. 
 
 The foe and . friend whom the victor has slain ; 
 
 But there'sa home in that land, abounding in love, 
 " Farewell, dearest Mother," I w ill meet thee above. 
 
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 ORICINAI. POEMS 
 
 THE PRISON P:R. 
 
 I. 
 
 rpou a |ialU'l of straw in a (iuu.L^t'oii lu- lay, 
 
 WIkmo tlic sun never shone to 1irij.;litin the day ; 
 
 Where llie sc.nnds ol' a voice never fell on liis ear ; 
 His hearL ninsl l)e sad in tlial prison so drear. 
 
 II. 
 
 I'or days and for months as a heast w^s he fed, 
 With the foulest of water and a portion of Ijread ; 
 
 'J'he click t>f the chains with whieli lu: was hound, 
 Was all that he heard in that tonil) under j^round. 
 
 III. 
 
 And thus was he doomed by the R)es of his l.ind, 
 I'or refusing tojoin with a nnirderous hand, 
 
 Whose hearts and deeds were blacker than hell, 
 
 For tliey sought by their actions their country to sell. 
 
 IV. 
 The davs <ind the nights unto him weie as one, 
 
 Yet he sent Jiis petitions to God's only vSoii, 
 And oft in the height of lespair in that tomb, 
 
 There were visions of light that dis])el!ed his gloom. 
 
 V. 
 
 Tims day after day did his life eb!) away. 
 
 The spirit had down naught remained but ihe chiy ; 
 
 A victim of man, in those days that are gone, 
 It were better lor him had he never been ))orn. 
 
 VI. 
 We thank Thee, our Fatlier, those (hiys are now i)asl , 
 
 And love the dear land wdierein our lot has l)een cast ; 
 With our sovereign so dear, as she sits on her throne, 
 
 And pray blessings from Heaven upon her may be strown. 
 
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 ORIG/XAL POEMS 
 
 THE DYING CHILD. 
 
 I. 
 
 A mother stands wecpiu},^ o'er the cot of her child 
 
 With his features so placid, by sin undeliled, 
 And the songs of the angels resound on the uir, 
 
 As their Inirden they bear to his home over " There." 
 
 II. 
 B\ night and by day did she watch o'er his cot, 
 
 And with jirayers to her God her child's life she Itesought ; 
 But our Fallier in iieaveti who doetliall well, 
 
 Has called hin' from earth, with the angels to dwell. 
 
 III. 
 From the snares and temptations of the world he has flown. 
 
 And his Ixjdy now lies 'neath the white marble .-lone ; 
 He was summoned from earth 'ere his troul)lcs liegan, 
 
 Aiul awaits his reward from that eternal " 1 Am. 
 
 IV. 
 We gazed on that smile that was resting in death, 
 
 Ami beheld the calm features that were bereft of its breath, 
 We heard the sweet songs of the angels above. 
 
 That were clad in bright garments and rejoicing in love. 
 
 V. 
 
 The last scene in life's drama enacted has been. 
 
 The cold clay has been hidden never more to be seen. 
 
 Until the day that the trump of the Archangel will s.; iid, 
 When the dead will arise from their toial)S undergrounil. 
 
 VI. 
 The days and the nights in gloom are now spent, 
 
 By that mother who oft o'er her child she had bent, 
 And list to sweet accents that greeted her ears, 
 
 With heart broken sighs, the eyes dim with tears. 
 
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 ORU;JNAL rOEMS 
 
 MY FATHER. 
 
 I. 
 
 ;\iy fatlur who lou.i^Ut. on the blood rcildcned field, 
 I'L-ll bk'ediii.u will, wounds yul lo no foi' did he- \ iclil ; 
 
 His l)ovs hy his side, as they lay in their ^ore 
 Hade eaeii other adieu ! their battles were o'er. 
 
 II. 
 Nevermore will he answer the eall to the charge, 
 
 Or laee the hui^e i^uns as the j^aps they enlar-^e ; 
 No more will he chari;e on the lanks of the Ibe — 
 
 He has j^oue to his home where all mortals nuist go. 
 
 III. 
 Thou.nh the years have rolled on since hisboily was laid 
 
 In the soldier's lone grave, where so ofi I have strayed. 
 And ga/.ed on the mound that obscures from my view, 
 
 That smile on his lips as he bade me " adieu " 
 
 IV. 
 That smile on his lips, is .still dear tnito me, 
 
 .And oft in my dreams his blood stained features I see ; 
 I hear the sweet voice that oft bid me prepare. 
 
 To enter that home its rich treasures to share. 
 
 V. ' 
 
 Oft in the eve, when the day it has flown, 
 
 I think of the seed in my heart he had sown ; 
 
 I'or he taught me to kneel to none other than Cod, 
 .\nd to love the chastisement received by Ilis rod. 
 
 VI. 
 My heart is now sad and bnrdened with care. 
 
 As I journey through life with its troubles lo sliare : 
 Its iilea.sures and ills arc alike unto me, 
 
 When 1 think of my father, now in the home of the free. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 TO BESSIE BUDD. 
 
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 I. 
 The- (lays of Ihy cliildhood are passing away, 
 
 Thim art hut a pilgrim and came not to stay ; 
 Thy home is not here in this cold dreary land, 
 
 It's across the clear river with its glittering strand. 
 
 11. 
 Your father and mother unto you are most dear, 
 
 r.ut the time it will come when you cannot be near , 
 To those who have watched and caressed you in sleep, 
 
 And prayed that the angels their vigils would keep. 
 
 III. 
 No sorrows or cares have e'er darkened thy brow, 
 
 Not a thorn in thy heart has been suffered to grov.- ; 
 The clouds of despair never darkened thy days, 
 
 For thy sun always shone with its brightest of rays 
 
 IV. 
 Rut think not your journey through life will l)e strewn 
 
 With garlands of roses, that around yf)u were thrown ; 
 The bush has its thorns as well as its flowers 
 
 And bids you beware of the foe in its bowers. 
 
 V. 
 
 Thou art but a bud not matured into bloom. 
 
 Surrounded by thorns that would cause you a gloom ; 
 
 Cod grant that the bud may be free iVom all blight. 
 
 And become a sweet flower shedding fragrance and light. 
 
 VI. 
 Though parted on earth from those whom you love, 
 
 Tliere are angels and friends who are waiting above ; 
 To receive the sweet llower that from earth has been torn, 
 
 And in the arms of the angels to its home has been borne. 
 
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 CUBA. 
 
 l',e;iuliful isle of IUl- sea, by tyrants oppressed, 
 
 Arise froiii thy sliuiibcrs ; let tliy wron.srs he re.lresse.l ; 
 
 The ehains that liave houiitl thee assuiiiler now rend, 
 
 And trnst in that King whom your deUverance d'd send. 
 
 II. 
 
 You are now in the hands of the jrenerons and free ; 
 
 Come ! prove hv voiir ,i>j1,s what y >nr future shall be , 
 Let those who are now eiii;a,m'd in the strife, 
 
 Return to their homes and their duties in life. 
 
 III. 
 Thy isle at all seasons in briiL^hl verdure is elad, 
 
 But Ihe deeds nf thy people are both piteous and sad ; 
 Arise from the wrongs that have degraded thy land, 
 
 And i)rove to thy friends thou art a trustworthy band. 
 
 IV. 
 Though tem])estsand storms anjund thee may burst, 
 
 There's a power above in whom you eau trust ; 
 There are fetters that bind thee both body and soul, 
 
 Cast off those bonds and unite with those who control. 
 
 V. 
 
 The yoke has been broken ; thy opi)ressors have flown ; 
 
 No more will that yoke by the Cubans be borne ; 
 That (lag has now flcnvn with its deep yellow hue, 
 
 To be supplanted l)y one of red, white and blue. 
 
 VI. 
 May the Island of Cid)a with freedom be blest. 
 
 Her sons ami her daughters in peace may they re.st ; 
 May they worship tliat King who free'd them from vSpain, 
 
 Who treated her God with contempt and disdain. 
 
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 TO THt DOUKHOBORS. 
 
 I. 
 
 We vvflcotiic Ihee, friends, tctlie shores of our UukI, 
 And extend unto tliee holli tlie liearl ;iud the hand ; 
 
 We bid thee God speed to thy home in the west, 
 And ]iray that thyselves and thy hibcjr be Ijlest . 
 
 II. 
 Y'> I have erossed the blueseu to the land of the free, 
 
 Wliere no tyrant dare say thou must kneel unto me ; 
 Here, "A man is a man," and if willing to toil, 
 
 Will reap the rewards of fair Canada's soil 
 
 III. 
 You have come to our land all her jf!o>-ies to share, 
 
 I'ree, like the lark when he soars with his songs in llie air ; 
 And we trust that your homes in tlie future will be 
 
 A reward to those friends, who you from bondage ilid free. 
 
 IV. 
 Yuu cane from a land l)y a tyrant oppressed - ' 
 
 And are now in that land where men's wrongs are ttd;esseil ; 
 Where mercy and justice, they sit on the thioue, 
 
 Administer according to proofs that are shown. 
 
 V. 
 Yon have come to our land— her subjects to be, 
 
 And we trust by your thrift her rewards you will see ; 
 Dark clouds may arise and cans.- you alarm. 
 
 But where is that land that is exempt from a storm. 
 
 VI. 
 Tut your trust in " That King" whom your freedom has bought, 
 
 He will never forsake you, if by your acts you have sought 
 To lighten the burdens, that each other have l)orue. 
 
 And rely on that promise He gave from His throne. 
 
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 THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. 
 
 Ihct.l.i'i K , ,. -i^ii, inastal.le v\ as Lorn. 
 
 A«.viourrorall,yc1a„ol.jectolscorn. 
 
 A Saviour 
 
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 And daily Hebrew in wis.l.>nwmdn,H,hl 
 
 lU- spok. to Uu- blind. Uu.y reocMvcKlKir s,.Ut . 
 
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 He bid Ihe.n bcuarc o! the proud 1 hanscc. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He spoke to the uinds ; His voic.they obeyed. 
 
 Th - wave. He rebuked : Lheir an^er was stayed. 
 „;!;;oketothedau.s.l when uwleathshednl lav, 
 
 lie bid her arise and His mandate obey. 
 
 V. 
 
 TTcirathered the lambs that strayed from the lold 
 
 "x'd bestowed His K-at love on the youn, -;•! ^he old , 
 
 .t' , 1 ,.,1 the foul spirits and bid them depart, 
 
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 IS born. 
 
 I. 
 
 Hearken ! 'Tis the peel of Uie bells that are speak injr to man, 
 And call him to worshi]) that ^xc-aV being " I Am ;" 
 
 It invites them to come and ]>artuki of that meal. 
 That will nonrish the soul and its diseases will heal. 
 
 s did ling ; 
 nij^hl, 
 Dfthat Light. 
 
 II. 
 
 Hearken ! 'Tis the i)eel of the bells that in sweet nuisic ring, 
 And call forth a large concourse in reverence to sing, 
 
 As the bride and the groom, at the altar they stand, 
 To be united as one by a bright golden l)and. 
 
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 s stayed, 
 • did lav, 
 
 III. 
 
 Hearken ! 'Tis the peel of the bells that give warning to man. 
 
 And bid us beware that our life is but a sjian. 
 As we gaze on the cortege thot eiders the door. 
 
 And view the cold clay— Its journey being o'er. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Hearken ! 'Tis the peel of the hells on a bright Christmas morn, 
 That ])roc1aim to the world that a Saviour is born ; 
 
 That the young and the old in triumph may sing. 
 
 And rejoice in that Savioiu", the Lord Jesus our King. 
 
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 the fold, 
 
 img and the old ; 
 idejiart, 
 )ardon besought. 
 
 V. 
 
 He.'irken ! 'Tis the peel of the bells that proclaim Kaster morn, 
 And shows us the ])()wer of our King that was luirn ; 
 
 Mav each one nijnice in the souiul of that bell, 
 And when our sununon's announced may we say "It is well." 
 
 
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 CHRISTHAS HORN. 
 
 I. 
 
 One thousaiHl, ciKht hundred and ninety-ei^ht years 
 Has the I,irth cf our Saviour been Kreeted with cheers • 
 
 r was a day that the shepherds rejoiced to .see, 
 It was foretold by an angel that a King He wwild be 
 
 II. 
 
 I IS a day that's regarded by the young and the old 
 As they gather together with their tales to unfoM ' 
 And those who were estranged by contention and strife 
 Again are united as they journey through life. 
 
 III. 
 
 •Tis a day that the children will welcome with oiee 
 
 As they wait for King "Santa " who crosses the sea • 
 When at eve on their pillows of down they recline 
 And dream of the morrow and what shall be mine. 
 
 IV. 
 'Tis a day that the poor will hail with delight 
 
 For the faithful in Christ will grant them their "mite " 
 And prove by their acts of benevolence and love 
 They are debtors to Ilim who bestows from above. 
 
 V. 
 'Tis a day that the sick and afflicted will find, 
 
 Tuere are those all around who are generous and kin.l ■ 
 Whose hearts and hands are not slow to evlend, 
 A share of their means by which the sick thej- b.>friond. 
 
 VI. 
 Let the ],eel of the bells sing forth in sweet strain 
 
 And i>roclaim to the world not our loss but our gain ■ 
 I.el us rejou-c in this day and our King that was born " 
 \lho was nailed to the cross then treated with scorn' 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
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 VICTORIA OUR OIJBFN. 
 
 I. 
 
 Victoria ! hcloved hy all nations on earth, 
 We rejoice in that day that j^ave thee thy hirth ; 
 
 For thy reign has heeii one endorsed from ahove, 
 Anrl ijuided hy Him the great Father of I.ove. 
 
 II. 
 
 As a Mother and Queen, none on earth can excel, 
 Thy duty to all, ihou hasl performed right well. 
 
 And long may the crown adorn thy fair hrow, 
 For in wisdom and might thy suhjects do grow. 
 
 in. 
 
 Though deprived of thy consort in the prime of his life. 
 Thou hast guarded thy nation from contention and strife ; 
 
 Thy children are lights ofa God-fearing Queen, 
 I'rotected and honored hy Our Father unseen. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy soldiers and sailors proclaim thee a friend. 
 They shrink not from duty their Queen to defend ; 
 
 The heathen in India will how at thy call. 
 
 And fight for their Queen though in death they shoulil fall. 
 
 V. 
 The days of thy youth have flitted and gone, 
 
 But thy love and thy virtue like .stars have they shone. 
 Ami long may our Ciod endue thee with grace, 
 
 To be Mother and Queen of His own chosen race. 
 
 VI. 
 May thy memory he cherished hy the young and old. 
 
 And he valued far more than thy crown of fine gold ; 
 May He who has given thee power from on high, 
 
 Still help thee live and prepare thee to die. 
 
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 ORfGlNAI. POEMS 
 
 THE LAST TRUMP. 
 
 I. 
 
 Thelruiiip has been sounded, the dead have arisen, 
 All mortals of clay have been freed from their prison ; 
 
 And siuMnioni'd to stand before Heaven's great King, 
 Where the angels and seraphs in glory they sing. 
 
 II. 
 There are these who will rejoice when the Father doth call. 
 
 And come forth in white robes that were prolTered to all ; 
 On the right of the King they will take tip their stand, 
 
 To join in the chorus with the Archangel band. 
 
 III. 
 There are those who have desjMsed and rejected the call, 
 
 They wish that the rocks and the hills n])on them may fall. 
 As they gaze on that throng with their glittering crowns, 
 
 Yet they are numbered vvitli tho.se whom the l-'ather di.sowns 
 
 IV. 
 The sea has been summoned to yield up its dead. 
 
 And myriads come forth from the ocean's deep bed, 
 Where for ages concealed 'neath the crest of the wave, 
 
 They have rested in peace iii their deep ocean grave. 
 
 V. 
 
 The sun has been darkened and turned into blood, 
 There is weei)ing and wailing as in the days of the llood, 
 
 Oh ! God can it be? That parents and children divided must be. 
 And bani.shed for ever from the presence of Thee. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thoii art a Ood of all love if we come unto Thee, 
 
 And though our sins be as scarlet yet as snow they may be, 
 
 If our hearts we but yield as Thy word doth command, 
 And steer for that port with its bright .angel baud. 
 
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ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
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 A DREAM. 
 
 sen, 
 prison ; 
 
 er (loth call, 
 ered to all ; 
 ■ stand, 
 (1. 
 
 the call, 
 hem may fall, 
 g crowns, 
 '"alher disowns 
 
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 ;p bed, 
 ;• wave, 
 1 grave. 
 
 od, 
 
 )f the llood, 
 
 livided nuist be, 
 
 hee. 
 
 they may be, 
 nimand, 
 )aud. 
 
 Peels of thunder I heard as through the clonds they ,lid roll 
 
 And ga.ed on the liKhtnings that strnck an awe to ,ny soni • 
 ri.c an^el (labnel, I saw, with a trumpet in hand •" 
 
 He was summoning all souls before their Maker' to stand. 
 
 II. 
 I saw the graves oi^enedand the rocks that were rent 
 
 And heard the message from God to the <lead that was sent • 
 I -"w I eaven's great King, who from on high <lid descend'. ' 
 An<l heanl the deep wails that to Him did ascen.l. 
 
 HI. 
 In the distance the songs of the angels I heard 
 
 Their notes of sweet nuisic my soul it be-stirred • 
 I saw my companion with her babes by her side ' 
 
 vShe beckoned me come to that home to abide.' 
 
 IV. 
 I stood by a river whose waters were clear 
 
 And list to its ripples of silver that ba.le me good cheer • 
 I saw those of my youth-my companion., of hon.e, 
 Who bid me to enter, a stranger no longer to roam. 
 
 V. 
 I saw those who through great tribulation had pas.sed 
 
 Despised, rejected on earth, in the arms of Jesus no'w fast ■ 
 I saw Hindoos and Hrahmins from India's fair lan.ls ' ' ' 
 And gazed on the Negroes from Africa's parched sands. 
 
 VI. 
 I awoke from my dream ujx)n the dawn of the day 
 I be.sought my kind Father tc. help uie to pray ' 
 That those sights which appeared to me in mv dream. 
 Will help me to live as I sail on life's stream. 
 
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 ONIGINAI. JVEMS 
 
 THE SKAL SKIN " SACQUE.' 
 
 I. 
 
 Our neifjlilHtnrs niiil cousins prove cleanly hy acts, 
 They have uo renanl for those who wear " Sao(|ues ;" 
 
 lHl-"»>ir honor so ^one that they stoop to such uuans, 
 In that lau.lof the " l-ree." Oh ! Fie on such scenes. 
 
 11. 
 
 What will be done with the " Sac(|ue" that was seized ? 
 
 Will they send it to those who that law has decre- il ' 
 Or will they present to - that minion" who at Vaiicehoro stands, 
 
 For his bravery in placing the " Saccpie" in I heir hand.,. 
 
 III. 
 They are sending their sons to euliKhteu the l)lin<l, 
 
 An action they claim is both generous and kind ; 
 Yet there are tho.se all around them of kith and of kin, 
 
 They will treat with contempt f«)r wearing " Seal-skui." 
 
 W. 
 They claim to be friends to Canadians at large, 
 
 Hut that is only a sham their gains to enlarge ; 
 The object in view is quite plain to be seen, 
 
 Vet they will find that a Briton is loyal to his (jueen 
 
 V. 
 The seals in the Arctic are secured from attacks, ["v'^acques," 
 
 Hut our wives and our daughters are deprived of their 
 And this, by a people who professes to be 
 
 A frieiui to old Britain, the Queen of the sea. 
 
 VI. 
 We wish them success for all the " Sacques" they obtain, 
 
 And hope their exche(|uers may be fdled without stain. 
 For no action on earth "re mean could it he, 
 
 Although it was done 'n I'v ' hnd of the ' Free. ' 
 
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 WINDSOR hOTEL FIRE. 
 
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 ibtain, 
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 I. 
 There is .rrow and uooping in our city this day, 
 
 Vor the IovimI and the lost who were called far away, 
 Those who arose ( 11 the morn of that iU-fated day, 
 
 In the bloom of their youth with their spirltH so gay. 
 
 II. 
 
 An alarm has been given. Oh ! horrors, " "is Fire," 
 
 And frantic they rush in the wildest despair ; 
 They seek for a shelter, they are Jleeing in fear, 
 
 Ihit arc forever cut off from earth's treasures so dear. 
 
 III. 
 They .seek for escape from its windows so high, 
 
 IJut the flames dance around them, no aid is there nigh ; 
 In frenzy they lea}) from that caldron ot heat, 
 
 All mangled and bleeding expire on tl • street. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The cries of the dying are borne on the ai 
 
 And many are weeping as they gaze in < -spair. 
 
 At the flames in their fury and might that scend, 
 
 And sever on earth the father, the mother, 1 he child and friend. 
 
 V. 
 
 It was little they dreamed when in slumber they lay. 
 Their .souls would be sutnmoned e're the dawn of that day ; 
 
 Hut such arc our lives— for as vapours they fl} — 
 Today we make merry— tomorrow we die. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Their ashes now rest 'neath those once towerii; r walls. 
 Where lately sweet nuisic was heard thiough its halls ; 
 
 It has become as a tomb for the repose of the d' id— 
 God grant they may rest in that fire demon's «d. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 LOSS OF THE CAST! LI AN. 
 
 I. 
 
 The Castilian is lost which is truly a shame, 
 
 And it is claimed that the currents were solely to blame ; 
 
 For the sky it was clear and no fog was there nigh, 
 When the Castilian did run on the rock high and dry. 
 
 II. 
 A cast of the lead proved the water was shoaling, 
 
 And the captain and mate upon the bridge had been strolling; 
 Yet no order was given for a change of the course, 
 
 •Till she plunged on the Gannet with steam in full force. 
 
 III. 
 
 Had her course have been changed as the water did shoal, 
 
 She might have crossed the Atlantic and reached her goal ; 
 But there's a mystery that hangs o'er that wreck on the deep, 
 
 Which the captain and crew to themselves they will keep. 
 
 IV. 
 Were she an old battered hulk in a wretched condition. 
 
 And fully insured, there were cause for suspicion ; 
 But a model of beauty, just new from the stocks, 
 
 No cause can be assigned for her loss on the rocks. 
 
 V. 
 The blame is attached to old Fundy our bay. 
 
 Though there are vessels and steamers that ply it each day ; 
 That sail in the fog, in the dark and the light. 
 
 And enter its harbors by day and by night. 
 
 VI. 
 It is well for St. John that from Portland she sailed. 
 
 As it will save our fine bay from being foully assailed ; 
 And prove to a seaman that when the water is shoaling. 
 
 If free he is running, he must haul taut on a bow-line. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 ALONE. 
 
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 lame ; 
 ry. 
 
 I. 
 
 I am fighting life's battles of cares and of strife, 
 A battle that endangers both the mind and the life 
 
 My friends and companions of yonth are all gone, 
 And I a poor creature doth toil on " Alone." 
 
 1 strolling; 
 force. 
 
 ihoal, 
 ler goal ; 
 the deep, 
 ill keep. 
 
 on, 
 
 each day ; 
 
 II. 
 
 My father, my mother, in their homes are at rest, 
 I trust in that land of the pure and the blest ; 
 
 My brothers, my sister, their spirits have flown, 
 And I, by myself, doth mourn them " Alone," 
 
 III. 
 
 My wife and two babes in the graveyard doth lay, 
 Awaiting the trump on that great solemn day ; 
 
 My kith and my kin, no longer they mourn. 
 The return of the wanderer now drifting " Alone." 
 
 IV. 
 
 Three dear little boys, once the joy of my home. 
 
 By the death of a mother — from my arms they were torn, 
 
 No sounds of their voice on the winds have been borne, 
 To the father who loves them, but now mourns " Alone.' 
 
 
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 ing, 
 -line. 
 
 V. 
 
 Yet, why should I murmur or pine in my grief? 
 
 When there's a Shepherd so tender to grant me relief ; 
 No, I will trust in that Shepherd who .sits on His throne, 
 
 And whispers to me, thou are not " Alone." 
 
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 ORIGINAL^POEMS 
 
 OETHSEIWANE. 
 
 I. 
 
 II. 
 
 . , • w . Tie knelt upon the ground ami prayed 
 
 While from His side n ^ 
 
 Behold Uieclrovstlua rem m^^^^^^^ 
 As He in agony upon His Ooci 
 
 III. 
 
 •Ti. midnight .. *= '™'";;^:rd his Mlt,". d.» ; 
 He leads tl>= hand ; he k'ssed h.s ^.^^ f^,|_ 
 
 NO ftienmy hand »- '^f^tho dW fof a... 
 l.'or He who loved . for He w.i 
 
 IV. 
 
 •Tis midnight . and the '--'■^^^'XlV'^tonly .Son ; 
 ^'^nd Judas, in his *-f ^f/^^^^^.fS. they did Uim h-ing. 
 
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 V. 
 
 . J I ,.'«r Calvary's Mount ; 
 •Tis nud.da, '. the '"i- '• ^^f " ^ .'.t tiving Konnt ; 
 „,hold the 'J'™','"''' «'^t;rlonnd it poured. 
 
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 ORIGINAL PCEMS 
 
 V 
 
 TO MY CHILD. 
 
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 ayed ; 
 
 I. 
 
 Dear Sadie, thou art gone ; thou has left me alone, 
 Yet still all my prayers shall ascend to His throne ; 
 
 That I who have watched thee by day and by night, 
 Will meet thee again in Heaven so bright. 
 
 II. 
 
 Remember, dear child, our days are init few. 
 And that Jesus is speaking to me and to you ; 
 
 Our days that are gone we cannot recall, 
 Hut He teMs us His grace is sufficient for all. 
 
 : did fall, 
 
 III. 
 
 Then think of your mother who taught you to pray ; 
 
 And retnember His promise while yet it is <lay ; 
 Of your brother and sister, who now dwell above. 
 
 And pray God in Hismercy to grant you His love. 
 
 )ne, 
 
 (Vf. only Son ; 
 y did Him bring, 
 [im as a King- 
 
 Mount ; 
 Fount ; 
 ired, 
 vas gored. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Then think of your father, whose sorrow you brought, 
 Of the arrow you planted so deep in his heart ; 
 
 And when on your knees to Jesus you go. 
 
 Remember poor father who still loveth you so. 
 
 V. 
 
 And if it be so that to you I must bid adieu, 
 I pray God and His angels to watch over you ; 
 
 And that He in His tnercy will stand by your side. 
 Till again we shall meet in our home to abide. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 JESUS nV SHEPHERD. 
 
 I. 
 
 Oh Jesus, my Saviour, Thou vSliephenl divine ; 
 
 Come dwell in my heart, and ^niard it as Thine, 
 And day after day as I'm stemming the flood, 
 
 Oh wash me and cleanse me by Thy precious blood. 
 
 II. 
 
 Jly days may be many, they may be but few ; 
 
 But, oh ! give me strength to devote them to You ; 
 And if by affliction Thou dost me chastise. 
 
 Oh ! Jesus my Saviour, turn not from iny sighs. 
 
 III. 
 
 All my thoughts and my deeds thou k newest right well • 
 And Thou has promised Thy child in the lone heart to'dwell 
 
 Then Jesus my Saviour, draw nigh unto me. 
 And help me to cast all my cares upon Thee. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Tho' oft have I wandered and strayed from the fold, 
 And wandered through deserts, like Israel of old ; 
 
 Yet still in my heart there lingers a spark. 
 Which quickened by Thee, will lead safe to the ark. 
 
 Then help me, dear Jesus, to cast at thy feet. 
 The burdens and cares that in life I may meet ; 
 
 And when upon earth my race has been run. 
 Oh ! grant I may rest with the glorified Son. 
 
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 ^5 
 
 WHAT 15 LIFE. 
 
 od. 
 
 It is but a shadow that is passing uway, 
 A dream of delight ; the dream of a day : 
 
 I/ike a flower in the morn, as its ])etals unfold, 
 But droops in the eve 'neath the dews and the cold. 
 
 II. 
 
 It is but a race we have already began. 
 The goal is but short, 'tis only a span ; 
 
 It is but the drops that in the ocean doth fall, 
 Yet it teaches a lesson to one and to all. 
 
 well ; 
 irtto dwell; 
 
 III. 
 
 It is but an echo that falls on the ear, 
 
 And reminds us of friends that no longer are near ; 
 It is but the voice of the birds as they sing, 
 
 And declare the great love of Jesus our King. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 It is but the dews that from Heaven descend, 
 And shows us how quickly our lives they may end ; 
 
 It is Init the sound of the winds as they sigh. 
 And whisper the warning, remember ye die. 
 
 V. 
 
 It is but a step from the cot to the tomb, 
 It is but the road that leads to our home ; 
 
 Then why should we munnur or grieve at our lot. 
 When Jesus, the King, our freedom has bought. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 Oh ! Death what art thou? A iuoiisIlt (k-filfd, 
 
 So dreaded by those whom the worn! has l)L'i;iiiled, 
 
 Relentless aii«i keen is the scythe in thy hand, 
 No mercy, no i)ity, for the poor or the grand. 
 
 II. 
 
 The scythe in thy hand o'er the ocean doth sweep, 
 Thy victims lie slain in the tombs of the deep ; 
 
 The palace, the cottai^e are alike unto thee, 
 Thy scythe spares not the king, the bond t)r the free. 
 
 III. 
 
 No prison so strong but thou canst enter therein, 
 And lay claim to thy victims, be it peasant or king ; 
 
 No chains or no links but thou can rentthetn in twain, 
 And cause them to feel the dread of thy sting. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No time of the day will deprive thee of power. 
 
 No skill of physician can lengthen the hour ; 
 At the break of the day, at the dawn of the night, 
 Thou wilt enter the chamber ami assert all thy riglit. 
 
 V. 
 
 But there's a balm if applied will deaden thy sting, 
 And safe to the' haven your soul it will bring ; 
 
 'Tisthe Blood of the Lamb who on Calvary was slain. 
 That we through His blood might our pardon obtain. 
 
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 TO THE ATHEIST. 
 
 I. 
 
 Thou worm of the t'artli, go gaze in delight 
 On the star-spaiiglod heavens emitting their light ; 
 
 Go gaze on the dews that moisten the sward, 
 
 Then from the depths of your heart deny there's a God. 
 
 II. 
 
 Go Atheist, go to the chamber of death, 
 
 And gaze on the clay that's bereft of its breath ; 
 
 Go mark ye the features so meek and so calm, 
 Then deny there's a God who can supply you a balm, 
 
 III. 
 
 Go Atheist, go when your heart's all aglow, 
 
 And gaze on the tides as they ebb and they flow ; 
 
 Go list to the voice of the wild breakers roar, 
 Then deny in your heart the God they adore. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Go Atheist, go to that great city of old, 
 Where Jesus your king all its woes He foretold. 
 
 Go gaze on her streets as with blood they did ruti. 
 Then deny from your heart the power of God's Son. 
 
 V. 
 
 Go Atheist, go to that God you ignore, 
 Go plead with your God your peace to restore ; 
 
 Oh ! think of the leap at the end of your goal, 
 And jiray God in His mercy to receive your poor soul. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 MARY. 
 
 I. 
 
 'Tis a name that is known to young and to old, 
 
 A name that is vaUied as silver and gold, 
 'Twas the name of the mother of Jesus our King, 
 
 Who was born in a manger of Bethlehem's Inn. 
 
 II. 
 
 'Twas the name of the damsel who annointed His head. 
 And in meekness of '-eart by her Master was led. 
 
 While the tears from her eyes on His feet they did fall. 
 And the hair of her head she used as her towel. 
 
 III. 
 
 'Twas the name of the mother who on Calvary stood, 
 And gazed on the form of her crucified Son ; 
 
 On him that was mocked, by the mob ridiculed, 
 As He cried to His God, and His soul He did yield. 
 
 IV. 
 
 'Twas the name of the one, who at break of the day. 
 Went forth to His tomb, her tribute to pay, 
 
 When the tomb had been sealed and a watch had been set. 
 But the angel of God neither slumbered or slept. 
 
 V. 
 
 'Twas the name of the maid to whom Jesus appeared, 
 In that beautiful spot where so oft He had prayed ; 
 
 'Twas the name of the one who the first tidings spread. 
 That Jesus, the Christ, had arose from the dead. 
 
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 JOHN THE BAPTIST. 
 
 I. 
 
 Behold the forerunner of Jesus, Our King, 
 Ordained by God glad tidings to bring ; 
 
 With girdle around him, the desert he trod, 
 A staff in his hand and with sandals was shod. 
 
 11. 
 
 Repent ye ! repent ye ! oh ! why will ye die, 
 Draw near to your God for His kingdom is nigh ; 
 
 Then believe on that Word that I'll preach unto all ; 
 Confess ye your sins and obey the Lord's call. 
 
 III. 
 
 Oh ! vipers and harlots, why tempt ye the Lord, 
 For the axe at the root of the tree it is laid ; 
 
 The wheat will He gather, the chaff will He burn. 
 His garners He'll purge, oh ! vipers return. 
 
 IV. 
 
 So if by your works ye shew me your faith, 
 
 I'll lead you to Jordan, and baptize in His name, 
 
 But do ye not think it will cleanse you froni sin, 
 If outward ye are righteous yet defiled within. 
 
 V. 
 
 John's work it was done ; into a prison he's thrown, 
 By Herod that fox who sat on the throne ; 
 
 His head on a charger to a harlot was given, 
 But his soul had ascended to his Master in Heaven. 
 
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 ORIGINAL rOEMS 
 
 nOUNT CALVARY. 
 
 I. 
 
 On Calvary's dark mount, where three crosses stand, 
 Surroiinded and mocked by a murderous hand, 
 
 Is Jesus our Kinj(, with a thief on each side ; 
 By the mob ridiculed, by the Jews crucified. 
 
 One thief on the cross His pardon besought 
 And was answered by Jesus, thy i>ardoii is bought ; 
 
 No question was asked by that Saviour divine. 
 But in an instant replied, poor il.ief thou art Mine. 
 
 III. 
 
 A crown of rude thorns was placed on His brow, 
 
 And they gazed on the drops from the wounds that did flow, 
 
 "I thirst," was the cry of Jesus their King, 
 When a sponge filled with hysop to Him they did bring. 
 
 IV. 
 
 '"Tis finished, 'tis finished," cried the crucified King, 
 
 He had given His life to atone for our siii ; 
 The heavens grew dark, the thunders did roar. 
 
 As Jesus, the Christ, to His father did soar, 
 
 V. 
 
 Now lies in the tomb so pure from all stain ; 
 
 The angels did watcl. o'er the King that was slain, 
 His tomb had Ijeen sealed, a watch had been set. 
 
 But the angel of God neither slumbered or slept. 
 
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 THE ALMS HOUSE. 
 
 I. 
 
 Not far from the city, on its confines, there stands 
 A huildiiij^ erected hy charity's fair hands, 
 
 'Tis a linnie for the jxjor, the aj^ed, the blind, 
 With a master and matron both generous and kind. 
 
 II. 
 
 Its inmates are those from all .staj,'cs of life, 
 
 Whose lives have been blij^dited and shattered by strife. 
 There are those of all aj<es, all classes, all creeds ; 
 
 With ample revisions to supply all their needs 
 
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 Its rooms and surroundings are scruplously clean. 
 No filth f)r foul garbage around can be seen ; 
 
 While the habits and morals of the inmates within. 
 Are watched and guarded by the kindly matron. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A teacher of Scrijiture each Sabbath appears. 
 
 And directs them to Ilini who knows all their cares ; 
 
 While the doctor each day, .so genial and kind, 
 A balm for the sick and afflicted doth find. 
 
 V. 
 
 Then, ye that have wealth and still striving for more. 
 Go ]iay ye a visit to that hou.se on the shore, 
 
 It will gladden thine heart, it will moisten thine eye, 
 It will teach thee a lesson from our Master on high. 
 
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 ORIGINAL l\)EMS 
 
 THE BATTLK SHIP MAINE. 
 
 I. 
 
 Colunibin, Coluinhia, why do ye refrain, 
 
 From proving your power to the tyrants of Spain ; 
 
 Renienil)er your fathers, the Hritons ofold— 
 Who fought for their honor, not for their gold. 
 
 The sons and daughters of thy nation doth mourn, 
 
 For the loved and lost who have gone to their bounu' ; 
 
 The Idood of thy sons— from the wreck of the Maine 
 Appeals unto thee— thy fair name to sustain. 
 
 III. 
 
 'Twas no honorable foe that challenged thy Maine, 
 And sought by their valor a victory to gain, 
 
 'Twas a demon of darkness who sought but revenge- 
 That laid all his plans and accomplished his ends. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let the eagle arise and his full height attain, 
 Then swoop on the blood-thirsty tyrants of Spain ; 
 
 Columbia, arise, go marshal your men 
 
 And beard the foul Spaniard " alone" in his den. 
 
 V. 
 
 Columbia, go forth in the strength of your God, 
 
 And spare not the tyrants who your vessel destroyed. 
 
 Go teach them a lesson, like your cousins of old ; 
 And by force of your " arms" your honor uphold, 
 
ONICINAL RIEMS 
 
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 JHE TROUBLESOMK CALF. 
 
 I. 
 How tlo you <1<) Uncle Sam.'' I see your hands are now full, 
 
 As the calf you are a(l()])ing may prove a furious old hull ; 
 With his horns and his hoofs ho will keep you at l)ay, 
 
 And ^ive you cause for alarm l)olh by nij^ht and Ijy day. 
 
 II. 
 It is l)rcd in his blood, his bone and hisgaul, 
 
 He will grind yeai to powder if under his feet you should fall; 
 So j)Ut the yoke on his neck and compel him to kneel, 
 
 If that does not suflice, brinj^ him too with your steel. 
 
 III. 
 Put the tether upon him and keep him in check, 
 
 Let him know he's but a calf with a yoke on his neck ; 
 That he must bow in submission to what is thy will. 
 
 And in the future obey, be it for good or for ill. 
 
 IV. 
 
 There are those like himself that would help him to gore, 
 But they see that the time for their games ari' now o'er ; 
 
 And also would feed him with malice and ire, 
 lUit they fear it would kindle an alliance of fire. 
 
 V. 
 Then faer not, Uncle Sam, the threats that are made. 
 
 You have men in your ranks who are not afraid ; 
 Your ships on the deep have i)roved by the past, 
 
 That of all other nations thou art not the la.st. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Let the Eagle scream out as he soars up on high. 
 And proclaim to the world that no danger is nigh ; 
 
 Let the Lion and ICagle be chained to each other. 
 Then no fire will be kindled but what they will smother. 
 
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 EASTER MORN. 
 
 I. 
 
 All glory and honor to Jesus our King, 
 
 Ye Angels and vSeraphs let your glad anthems ring ! 
 No longer the grave had iK)vver to retain 
 
 Messiah the Christ, who for sinners was slain. 
 
 11. 
 
 A new era begins on this glad Raster morn, 
 
 Which announces to all that again ye must be born ; 
 
 It has opened the path that to glory will lead, 
 If you trust in that King who arose from the dead. 
 
 III. 
 
 For thirty od<l years He sojourned on earth, 
 And proved by His life 'he truth of His birth ; 
 
 The lame and the blind unto Him did appeal, 
 Who in tender compassion at once He did heal. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A Shepherd so tender, He watched o'er His fold, 
 And fed all the lambs— both the young and the old ; 
 
 No mansion was His ; no comforts of earth did He seek, 
 lUit dwelt in the homesf)f the lowly and meek. 
 
 Then all hail to this day, this glad Raster morn, 
 
 And pray Go<l that ere night new souls may be born ; 
 
 'Tis a day to rejoice and your thank-offerings bring. 
 And lay on the altar for Jesus your King. 
 
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 HOHELESS AND FRIENDLESS. 
 
 The (lays of my youth like a shadow have passed ; 
 
 As a shiji on the rocks my life has been cast ; 
 .My days and my nit,di1s in keen anguish I si)cnd, 
 
 As I pray to my God that my sorrows He'll eud. 
 
 II. 
 
 No kindred or friends seek my sorrows to share, 
 Nor lighten the burden my heart has to bear ; 
 
 The children I loved from my arms have been torn, 
 By the deeds of a demon that has caused me to mourn. 
 
 III. 
 And thus do I wander and drift with tlie tide, 
 
 Bereft of all friends or a place to abide ; 
 •Tis hard for to fight against God's holy will, 
 
 And list to that voice, jjeace be thou still. 
 
 IV. 
 For sixty long years have I traversed this earth. 
 
 And witnessed fair .scenes of joy and of mirth, 
 In the North and the vSouth, in the East and the West, 
 
 My days have been spent, my life has been blest. 
 
 V. 
 And now as my days draw nigh to an end, 
 
 I trust in my God I lis bles.sings to send ; 
 That the roil of afHiction He has laid on His child. 
 
 Will lead to that home by sin undefiled. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then ])ity the .sorrows ofa poor aged man, 
 
 Wliose life is a burden, though 'tis only a siian ; 
 
 And when to Ilis throne your prayers .shall ascend, 
 Remember your brother who draws nigh to his end. 
 
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 TO LORAINE AND ANNIE WOODS. 
 
 Ye cht-rubs of Jesus ! Ye lights of the morn, 
 
 May no cloti of adversity o,> thy brows ever dawn , 
 
 May thv uathway of life with roses be strewn, 
 
 By the "s^eds in thy hearts that a mother has sown. 
 
 II. 
 
 May virtne and love in thy yonng hearts abonnd, 
 And sn.ooth the rough road that is oft to be found 
 
 It will lead and will guide through your journey of life 
 
 Ind land you safe in that haven that ts free from all stnfe. 
 
 III. 
 
 The playmates of youth may treat yoii with scorn, 
 
 Buurust in your Shepherd to shield you from harm ; 
 'Twas he who commanded the children to bring, 
 And sought by his love their affections to wm. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The days of youth will quickly pass o'er, 
 
 Asyou are travelling the road to eternity's shore ; 
 
 'Tisaroa.l that is fraught with dangers unseen. 
 Yet the goal you will reach if on Jesus you lean. 
 
 •Tis the wish of the friend who y-encillcd these lines, 
 ?bat Te will meet you again in .hose beautiful climes. 
 
 Where parents and children together will stand, 
 
 With crowns on their heads, with harps in their hands. 
 
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 THE HOLY BIBLE. 
 
 'Tis a beautiful j^ift from our F ather on high, o ' 
 
 That teaches to live and prepares us to die ; 
 
 *Tis a chart He has given to guide us through life. 
 And entir that mansion ne'er darkened by strife. 
 
 II. 
 'Tis the anchor that holds on the surf-beaten shore. 
 
 And defies the proud waves as they break and do roar ; 
 'Tis a beacon whose light from afar can be seen. 
 
 And lighten your journey as you sail on the stream. 
 
 III. 
 'Tis the table of laws that was given to man, 
 
 Signed, sealed and delivered by the eternal I Am ; 
 'Tis a book that on earth no power can amend 
 
 Nor alter the message its pages doth send. 
 
 IV. 
 'Tis the balm of delight to the sin-stricken soul, 
 
 As waiting and watching they are nearing the goal, 
 'Tis the message of mercy that comes from above 
 
 And proclaims to the world that Saviour of love. 
 
 V. 
 
 'Tis the Book from above, that glad tidings bring, 
 But declares the unclean cannot enter therein ; 
 
 'Tis the book that is read by the young and the old, 
 And its teachings more valued than silver or gold . 
 
 VI. 
 
 'Tis the book that my mother first placed in my hand 
 
 And bid me to seek for a home in that land ; 
 'Tis the book that to me is the brightest of all, 
 As I wait on my God to answer his call. 
 
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 Oh ! H])ring beautiful spriii;^, wc welcome you in. 
 
 As we list to thy songsters that \viul)le ami sing. 
 All nature awakes from her long winter sleej). 
 
 And bids us beware and our vigils to keep. 
 
 II. 
 
 The sheep and their lambs in the meadows are seen 
 As they gambol and sport on their carpet of gri'en ! 
 
 The brooks and the streams as they nuuuuir and sigh. 
 Declare the great power of their Master on high, 
 
 III. 
 
 The woods ami the hills now clad in bright green. 
 Teach a lesson to each as we drift on the .stream I 
 
 The buds on the trees from their jiri.son are ("ree'd. 
 
 And break forth in that si)lcnd()r the .Almighty decrce'd. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No longer the blasts of winter are heard— 
 But now are replaced by the songs of the bird ; 
 
 The tiny wee fish in the waters so clear, 
 
 Are eml)lenis ol love from our Master so dear. 
 
 V. 
 
 Though our winters be drear and our skies overcast, 
 Let us rely on those words, I am the h'irst and the Last 
 
 And if the dark clouds of sorrow should fall, 
 Rejoice in that Lamb that was slain for all. 
 
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 A FATHER'S PRAYER. 
 
 There is one. tiiy dear Saviour, I pray thee restore, 
 And endue her with grace Thy dear name to adore ; 
 
 As a lanib from Thy fold has she wandered away, 
 I pray Thee, my I-ather, to guard her each day. 
 
 II. 
 
 I pray Thee, dear Father, to grant her Thy love. 
 
 And choice blessings upon her bestow from above ; 
 The She])herd rejoiced o'er the lamb that had strayed, 
 
 As it entered the fold in white garments arrayed. 
 
 III. 
 
 I pray Thee, Oh ! God, if consistent it be. 
 Thou wilt restore her to health, and also to me ; 
 
 That the lives of each one in the future may be, 
 As two gems in a crown that were chosen by Thee. 
 
 IV, 
 
 I pray Thee, dear Father. Thou wilt smile on my child, 
 Who bereft of a mother, the world hath beguiled ; 
 
 Re Thou her Father, her Guard and her Guide, 
 And grant in Thy fold she may forever abide. 
 
 I pray Thee, dear Lord, have compassion on me, 
 And smooth the rough billows of life's troubled sea ; 
 
 Oh ! help me to steer for that light on the shore. 
 And grant I may dwell in Thy home evermore. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 UNHAPPY 5PAIN. 
 
 I. 
 
 Ro'ist not of lotnorrow, llu.u proud, haughty Spaiu, 
 
 n!> ships havcbecu vHH.pnshcl ,hv sons have been shun 
 
 Cohunhia's fair sons hav. snuUen the. sorr 
 
 And proved by their deeds, both their vak.r and power. 
 
 II. 
 
 No nation on earth can mourn o'er thy fate 
 Thou hast given thy subjects a reas.ni to hate ; 
 
 By dissentio.i and strife thy land has been nven, 
 And the blood of thy nuirdered appeal unto heaven. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thou proud, haughty Spain, once a menace to all, 
 All bowed in the dust, thy pride it -.nst fall ; 
 
 Thy sons and thy daughters may weep and lament 
 lH,r the wrath of our (^od upon thee has been sent. 
 
 IV. 
 
 There's a yoke on thy land that is bowing thee down, 
 \n abhorence to God who sits on His throne ; 
 
 The SabVmths ad, ^e, ascur Lord did connnand, 
 Thy bull-fights abolish-a scourge to thy land. 
 
 V. 
 
 mtvour trust in your God not in mere num. 
 
 •Tis He who will rule while no other can ; 
 Then cast off the fetters with which you are bound. 
 
 And pray God iu His mercy your land to surround. 
 
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 UOD'S PROMISBS. 
 
 I. 
 
 Man what art thou ? a mortal so frail and so weak, 
 That thou desitisest thy God who has bid thee to seek. 
 
 First the kingdom of heaven which is free of all strife, 
 And who purchased thy soul with His own precious life. 
 
 II. 
 
 He liKS promised to those who His children would be, • 
 
 To all that seek, both the bond and the free ; 
 To the young and the old, to the lame and the blind, 
 
 A dear loving Saviour and Shepherd, most tender and kind. 
 
 III. 
 
 He has pronnsed to shield us when danger is near, 
 And strengthen our hearts when weakened by fear ; 
 
 To be our Friend and our Father, our God and our King, 
 And safe to His mansion our souls He will bring. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He has promised to hear when our voices ascend. 
 To Him on the throne as the sinners' true friend ; 
 
 To list to the beats of the poor bleeding heart, 
 A!id grant us a balm that will lessen the smart. 
 
 V. 
 
 There is one other promise He also has given. 
 
 When the rocks and the mounts and the graves shall be riven; 
 The dead shall arise and at His great throne appear, 
 
 The sentence of life or damnation to hear. 
 
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 GOD'S WORKS. 
 
 As we Ra/.e on those hluc-vaulled heavc.is above. 
 
 Atiil l)ehol(l Ihe briKhl gems thai speak of His love ; 
 Should it not send a thrill of joy to our soul, 
 
 And assist us to seek for that bright happy goal. 
 
 II. 
 
 Iti wonder we view that far distant mount, 
 
 Clad in garments of white, pure as Jesus the Fount ; 
 
 The rocks and the hills re-echo the sound. 
 That their Maker and Keeper in might doth abound. 
 
 III. 
 
 The ocean so grand, with its tempest atid calm, 
 Proclaims the great power of That Being I Am ; 
 
 With Its waves as they dash on the surf-beaten shore. 
 Then return to their beds as their journey is o'er. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The lightnings that flash, the thunders that roar. 
 Present to our view that God of all power ; 
 
 It is but His voice that descends on our ear. 
 And causes our heart to tremble with fear. 
 
 The birds and the beast in the forest that roam, 
 Prove clear to our view He provides them a home 
 
 Yet man in his pride will treat with contempt, 
 The message from God to him that was sent. 
 
 
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 THE DEPARTED CHILD. 
 
 The angel of dejith into our home he hath strayetl, 
 And laid his cold hands on our dear little maid ; 
 
 No lonj^er her voice on our ears will it .sound, 
 For she dwells in her home where the angels abound. 
 
 II. 
 
 Her {ool])riiils in our garden no longer are seen, 
 
 Where she gathered the rose and the sweet jessamine ; 
 
 Still her soul seems to linger and bids us ])repare 
 To meet her in heaven, its bright treasures to share. 
 
 III. 
 
 She has gone from our hotne in the graveyard to rest, 
 No more to recline on a fond mother's breast, 
 
 Though our hearts may be sad— yet we would not recall 
 The child that was loved — now regretted by all. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Her chair is now vacant yet it .stands in its place, 
 Where always she sat with a smile on her face ; 
 
 And oft in the eve at the close of each day, 
 We think on her voice as she knelt for to pray. 
 
 V. 
 
 But why should we murnuir or grieve for our child. 
 When she has entered her home by sin undefiled ; 
 . It was Je.sus our Lord, our Saviour, our King, 
 Who gave his command the children to bring. 
 
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 THE QOOD SHEPHERD. 
 
 Wc riiatl ill our Bible that sweet story of old, 
 
 Of that Slaphcril so tender who watched o'er His fold ; 
 
 Whose days on the earth were spent not in vain, 
 As He sought In- His works our salvation to Kaui. 
 
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 A Kill}? was He born, though so humble His birth, 
 That homeless and friendless He wandered on earth ; 
 
 He sought for the lambs that had strayed from the fold. 
 And bestowed Hia fond love on the young and the old. 
 
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 He spoke to the waves that in anger did roar, 
 And bid them recede through His might and His powar ; 
 
 At once they did yield to the voice of their King, 
 And safe to the si. ;re His disciples did bring. 
 
 The hungrj vere fed in that desert so drear, 
 When the five barley loaves were all that was neai; 
 
 With two little fish obtained from a lad, 
 He blest then He brake and their hearts He made glad. 
 
 V. 
 
 The lepers besought and beseeched Him to heal, 
 And it was not in vain they made the appeal ; 
 
 The woman who sought but his garment to feel. 
 Had faith to believe her diseasw it would heal. 
 
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 WHERE IS MY HOME. 
 
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 Oh ! where is that home ? where the weary oan rest, 
 And forever repose iti that fair land of the blest ; 
 
 When- sickness and sorrow no more shall he known, 
 To those who have striven to enter that bouri-.e. 
 
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 'Tis not in that land where the evergreens grow. 
 And the snn in its beanty its jxjwer doth bestow ; 
 
 Where the beasts of the forest in their freedom do roam, 
 Hnactjuainted with man as they dwell in their home. 
 
 HI. 
 
 'Tis not in a mansion where earth's treasnres abonnd, 
 And the sotig and the dance cause its walls to resound ; 
 
 Where the gay festive board with its dainties are spread. 
 Regardless of Ilini who arose frofu the dead. 
 
 IV. 
 
 'Tis not on the ocean with its beauties so grand, 
 Where the tides ebb and flow on its glittering strand ; 
 
 Where the cry of the sea-fowl will fall on the ear. 
 And bid us beware as dangers arc near. 
 
 V. 
 
 "J'is in that l>eautiful city in that lan<l of the blest. 
 Where my wife and my babes in peace are at rest ; 
 
 An<l I pray Thee, Oh ! Father, my guide Thou wilt be, 
 Till safe in that Home my soul shall be free. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 FROM THE COT TO THE TOHB 
 
 I. 
 
 The (lays of niir childhood have vanishi-d and gone, 
 Ah a si)ray of tht- deei) in the iiiidsl ollht; slorni ; 
 
 The load is hnt short from our cot to our tomb, 
 
 With dangers unseen and with hardshii)s bestrewn. 
 
 Mas no cloud of dire sorrow ere darkened our brows, 
 Or caused us to weep for those stricken with woes ; 
 
 Have our days like the sun in rapture been sjient, 
 And our nights in sweet slunil)er as of the future we dream't. 
 
 III. 
 
 Our childhood has ])assed and our youth has began, 
 
 And we look back on that jonrney that was merely a span, 
 
 One step farther tin and we to niannood attain. 
 
 And seek but for pleasure and earth's treasures to gain. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The years have rolled on aiul the locks are now gray. 
 The voice it now lalters that once was so gay ; 
 
 The eyes once so brighl no skill can amend, 
 
 And betokens our journey draws nigh to its end. 
 
 V. 
 
 Our race has been run and our .spirit has flown, 
 To reaii the rewards of the seeds that were sown ; 
 
 That clay that was formed by the hand of our God, 
 lias returned to its home beneath the green sward. 
 
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 THE STORM AT SEA. 
 
 ve dream' I. 
 
 The heavens arc frownitijj on the ocean so deep, 
 
 An.l the liKhtniii^..s are nashin^ on the hillows that leap ; 
 
 The thunders they roll and re-echo their sonnd, 
 
 An.l causes the hanpie by their strength to rebound. 
 
 II. 
 
 The waves in their an^er with fury doth leaji ; 
 
 And awakes from their shiniber the lior.les (if the deep, 
 The rain from the clouds in torrents doth fall, 
 
 And bespeaks of that day when the Master shall call. 
 
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 gain. 
 
 III. 
 
 That frail banpie, she is borne on the crest of the wave, 
 Then engulfed in the trough that betokens her grave ; 
 
 Her canvas is rent by the force of the gale, 
 And her timbers they creak from her keel to her rail. 
 
 IV. 
 
 ^' uiu id. she speeds like an eagle on wing, 
 
 And defies the proud waves as they leap an<l do sing ; 
 
 U'liile her .seamen .so bold with their hearts true and brave, 
 Heed not the wild storm nor shrink from their grave. 
 
 V. 
 
 Still onward .she speeds, now a pitiless wreck, 
 
 Kngulfed in the billows as the\ sweep o'er her deck ; 
 
 One lurch and one .struggle i downward she tends, 
 And buries forever the foes and the friends. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 WHAT HAVE I DONE. 
 
 I. 
 
 The suniiner is over aiul the harvest has gone, 
 
 Have I spoken kind words to the poor and forlorn? 
 
 Or gathered the sheaves that were ripened with years, 
 And brought them to Hivn who has recorded their tears ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Have I gone to the homes of those without light, 
 And disposed of my means though it were but a mite ? 
 
 Or spoken to Ihem of that bright morning star, 
 
 Who though absent on earth may be approached from afar i 
 
 III. 
 
 Have I buried the talent He lent unto me, 
 
 And robbed Him of interest which there surely would be? 
 Have I lightened the burdens my brothers did bear, 
 
 And sought by nij, deeds their troubles to share ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Have I gathered the lambs that were out in the cold, 
 And striven by means to replace them in fold ? 
 
 Have I striven with those who are now in the cold. 
 To return to their homes and that light to behold ? 
 
 Have I finished the mission He gave unto me, 
 And shown by my life what His soldier should be? 
 
 Can I lay down my arms with His sword by my side. 
 And trust in that Jesus who oa Calvary has died? 
 

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 A SNAKE IN OUR HOMES. 
 
 
 
 I. 
 
 There is a snake in our hemes with a venenious siting, 
 
 
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 With charms for all classes, from the peasant to king ; 
 
 
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 The father, the mother, the wife and the child, 
 
 
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 Are beguiled by its powers and their lives are defded. 
 
 II. 
 It enters our homes at the dead hour of night. 
 
 
 
 
 
 And brings misery and woe where once there was light ; 
 
 
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 It raises the hand to the heart-broken wife. 
 And brings sorrow and strife to that once happy life. 
 
 
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 III. 
 It has caused that son, who a fond mother bore, 
 
 To become a vile monster when seduced by its p iwer ; 
 .nd the tongue that was taught 1)y a mother to pray. 
 Now delights in a curse her fond love to repay. 
 
 
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 IV. 
 The husband who once was )joth tender and kind, 
 
 Transformed to a demon now to all virtue is lilind ; 
 The tempter around him its coils it has wound, 
 
 
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 And bound him with fetters that his soul doth surround. 
 
 V. 
 It has severed the ties of friendship so dear, 
 
 
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 And blasted all hopes of an earthly career ; 
 It has robbed God of the soul that to Him does belong. 
 And transferred it to one who has it bound with a throng. 
 
 VI. 
 
 
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 That snake in our homes is a curse to the land, 
 
 
 Yet sanctioned by those who have the law in their hand; 
 
 
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 If the names of that monster you bid me define, 
 
 
 
 I truly can answer, brandy, rum, gin and wine. 
 
 
 
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 THE ORUNKARD'S HOHE. 
 
 I. 
 
 'Tis inidiii^'hl and tlu' liome is now dreary and cold, 
 As she watched for the hnsband who loved her of old ; 
 
 And the babes in sweet slnnil)cr that recline on their bed, 
 Dream not of the clond that hangs o'er their head. 
 
 II. 
 
 That father and hnsband who once was so tender and kind, 
 Transformed to a demon ; to love and all virtue blind ! 
 
 No smile for that child who once did sport on his knee. 
 
 And played with his locks as the eyes did sparkle with glee. 
 
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 The cupboard is cmi)ty and in it no food can be seen ! 
 
 When once it was full with utensils .so neat and so clean ; 
 Its rooms and surroundings are now naked and bare. 
 
 Where once those fond iiarcnts rich blessings did share. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No altar of prayer is now u.sed in that home ! 
 
 Where once there was joy and strife was unknown. 
 But love and contentment from that home has now flown, 
 
 Through the seed of corruption that a demon has sown. 
 
 V. 
 
 The cellar is empty, no fuel can be found. 
 
 The lights are extinguished, all is darkness .iround ; 
 
 The drunkard he enters at the dead hour of night. 
 And discovers that " Death" has asserted his right. 
 
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 THE LITTLE SHOES. 
 
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 I. 
 
 In a room with its walls and surroundings (juite bare, 
 Rests the form of a child who in death is still fair ; 
 
 And often lier days in keen anguish were spent, 
 Until the angel of death by Our Father was sent. 
 
 II. 
 The demon of hell had dwelt in that home, 
 
 Brought strife and contention with a mother to monrn ; 
 And swiftly the life of that chil.l it has flown. 
 
 The bud became blighted ere the blossom had blown. 
 
 III. 
 In a street of that city— a city well known, 
 
 Stood a pawnbroker's shop^ 'twas a place of renown ; 
 Where the old and the young oft-times did resort. 
 
 To dispose of their goods for the poison they bought. 
 
 IV. 
 A father once wealthy at that counter did stand, 
 
 With a parcel in hand the sum of ten cents did demand ; 
 The parcel was opened and the man stood amazed, 
 
 As he thought of " the shoes" on which he had gazed. 
 
 V. 
 He stood for a moment then quickly replied, 
 
 Take those "shoes" to your child in anguish he cried ; 
 But the father was hardened, the tenipter had won, 
 
 And proved by its power the work it had done. 
 
 VI. 
 The father who was sullen in gn^at anger replied, 
 
 No longer she needs them, at midnight she died ; 
 But a drink 1 do crave ! and a drink must be mine, 
 
 Though it cost me my soul my wish to obtain. 
 
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 HOMEWARD BOUND. 
 
 I. 
 
 Homeward hound, Oh ! how joyous that sound, 
 
 As our sails an; uufurk-d and our anchor breaks ground ; 
 
 How she swings to the wind, and onward she flees. 
 Like the petrel on wing as it skims o'er the seas. 
 
 II. 
 
 The billows may foam atul the breakers may roar, 
 Kor by faith I can view that light on the shore ; 
 
 With a harbor of refuge that is open to all, 
 Who trusts in that Pilot and answers His call. 
 
 III. 
 
 The barrjue may be frail, that the treasure doth bear, 
 
 Yet 'tis safe in His hands who for His children doth care ; 
 
 He speaks to the winds and bids them be still. 
 
 The ])roud waves He rebukes and they stand at His will. 
 
 IV. 
 
 So onward we sail o'er the ocean of life. 
 
 That is fraught with its dangers, contentions and strife ; 
 We steer to that \)ox\. on that far distant shore. 
 
 Where, once we have entered, obtain peace evermore. 
 
 V. 
 
 Then safe will we anchor in that port of our King, 
 ;\iid join with the angels in the anthems they sing ; 
 
 Thonj^li the storms have 1)een fierce, the winds have been foul. 
 Homeward we have sailed and are in sight of the goal. 
 
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 THE BURIAL AT SEA. 
 
 I. 
 
 The sun has arisen, the harbinger of .lay 
 
 And our barcjue like a gull on the ocean cloth lay • 
 
 Her sails on her yards as in folds they were hung ' 
 Bespoke of the hour and the sad rites to be do^ae. 
 
 V II. 
 
 Our comrade, he has gone, and nevermore shall we view 
 Those sweet s.nileson his lips .s he bid us adieu 
 
 And bade us prepare to meet him once more 
 
 In the land of the blest, on that far distant' shore. 
 
 III. 
 'Tis not in a casket of oak that he'll rest 
 
 With garlands of flowers that were laid on his breast 
 Hut rudely ,n sail cloth with a shot at his feet 
 
 i here sweetly he'll sleep in his tomb on the deep, 
 
 IV. 
 And there will he rest in the ocean so deep 
 
 Wuh naught but the nyn.phs who their Cigils will keep 
 T. I the trump ,t will sound that awakens the dead. ^* 
 
 Ihat repose in the ocean, far down in its bed. 
 
 V. 
 
 The ships as they sail will pass o'er the dead 
 But disturb not the slumbers of those in their bed • 
 
 There wl they rest 'till that great final day. 
 
 When the trump if will sound and the dead must obey. 
 
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 54 
 
 ORIG INAL POEMS 
 THE WANDERER. 
 
 I. 
 
 My footsteps arc feeble, n.y clays are nigh spent 
 My locks are now grey and my form is well bent . 
 
 And fifty o(Ul winters have lefta deep trace, 
 On tlK. forn. that for years wore a bright sm.hng face. 
 
 II. 
 
 My friends and kindred have gone to their res^ 
 And I a frail mortal by God have been blest ; 
 
 If not in earth's riches my life did abound, 
 I feel that His arms my soul doth surround. 
 
 III. 
 
 And still I am wandering alone on the track, 
 With naught in possession save the clothes on my back , 
 
 Yet my days and my nights in vain are not spent 
 As I trust in my Jesus and the message He sent. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Vll hopes have been shattered in worldly affairs, 
 \,ul fdlcd my lone heart with sorrows and cares , 
 
 But why should I murmur when troubles are near, 
 
 As there's life in that Fountain with its waters so clear. 
 
 V. 
 
 Then onward and upward I'll still wander on 
 
 With a hope that I'll meet with those who have go.n. , 
 
 Though the clouds may arise and my sky become dark, 
 ! will trust in my Saviour to pilot my barque. 
 
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 ORIGINAL POEMS 
 
 55 
 
 TO MARION W. H. 
 
 cut ; 
 ng face. 
 
 Whu... thy spnit so pi.re with the angels will rest • 
 
 i HouKh to us thou art lost as our darliu,. while herV 
 
 1 l.e time ,s but short when again we'll be near " 
 
 11 my back ; 
 
 nt, 
 
 ent. 
 
 rs, 
 
 ares ; 
 
 lear, 
 
 ers so clear. 
 
 II. 
 
 Though thy spirit has flown to the region of bliss 
 
 An of, ■";;' •'^''" ''"^^•" ^'^""^"> ^'^>' -•'^ ^ -- "-ay miss 
 An oft ,„ the eve. at the close of the .lay, 
 
 We long for our darling tliat has gone far away. 
 
 III. 
 
 Hut the day it will come when again we shall meet 
 U hen parents and children each other will greet' 
 
 I" hat land ot the pure, where no stranger wiM roam 
 ^Vhere all will be welcomed as they enter That home. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I rer chair is now vacant, her footprints are gone, 
 Uu her vo.ce on the win.ls to us have been bo^ne 
 
 And buls us each one to steer for Ih.at I.ight 
 Where the Son always shines and His n.ansions are bright. 
 
 have gone ; 
 ;ome dark, 
 ue. 
 
 I'arewell to our Marion who now dwells above 
 Clad m gannents of white, she as meek as the dove • 
 
 In that home of the pure when each other we-11 „reet 
 
BRITONS AROUSE. 
 
 I. 
 
 HO ! Britons arise, and ^^^2^^^; ^^^l,,, be heard ; 
 
 As the time has arrived when thy voice mu 
 That great Russian bear is making a stride 
 
 To Lsen thy power, to humble thy pnde. 
 
 II. 
 
 Remember, ye Britons, the days '^^l^'^^'^^l ,,,,,,,, 
 
 When the Queen of the seas -"\^^; l^f^J^.f ' 
 
 But the God of thy fathers engaged in th« ^^nte 
 And taught them a.leason remembered through We. 
 
 III. 
 
 The powers of all Europe would -joice at thyjall. 
 
 And seek by their craft thy fair land to enthral, 
 But fe^ not. ye Britons, the weapons they -^^ 
 
 The I/^rd is your God, Protector and bhteld. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The Russian may growl and the French t^ey -Y rave. 
 
 But the flag of Brittania will rule o er the wav , 
 May Brittania and Columbia united l>eco";«' 
 
 Then prove to the world they are father and Son. 
 
 V. 
 
 Then beware, yebr.ve Britons, of the^-t Russian bear. 
 
 Who seeks with his claws thy subjects to tear 
 1 eTyour prayers and your alms to Heaven ascend, 
 i,ci><'uiF J ^. J ^up pvitmi's true fnend. 
 
 And trust in your ood. tne 
 
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; heard ; 
 
 hy shores, 
 rh life. 
 
 all, 
 
 ai; 
 
 nay rave, 
 ave ; 
 
 I son. 
 
 .ussian bear, 
 
 ar ; 
 
 cend, 
 
 Lend.