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 DANIEL PERITON 
 
 AND OTHER 
 
 I GATHERINGS FROM THE DRIFTWOOD or 
 IDLE HOURS ON THE POETIC SEA. 
 
 REV. J. L. BURROWS, PH.D. 
 
 ASHTABULA, OHIO.
 
 This modest volume of poems has been published by a friend of 
 author as a personal tribute. Many of the pieces have appeared 
 magazines and newspapers, having been written during a period 
 of enforced idleness, due to ill-health. It was felt that they might be 
 
 gathered in and preserved in permanent form for the pleasure of the 
 
 writer's many friends, and possibly with interest to the general 
 
 er. If they fill a few agreeable hours for these indulgent friends 
 "the object of the publisher will be happily accomplished.
 
 DANIEL PERITON. 
 
 Young Periton wa miles away, 
 
 When fears were entertained 
 That Johnstown in great peril lay 
 
 From waters then contained, 
 Full six leagues off, in " Fisher's Lake," 
 
 Increased with heavy rain, 
 Its banks and dam, he knew, would break, 
 
 Too weak to stand the strain. 
 
 " Run ! bring my horse !" the young man cried, 
 
 " I must ride fast to-day !" 
 Then leaped he rapidly astride 
 
 This young and gallant bay. 
 As though his steed were winged he flies, 
 
 And stops not in his course ; 
 He recks not of the angry skies 
 
 And gath'ring tempest's force. 
 
 He gallops on, slacks not his pace, 
 
 Until he reach the town, 
 Then halts he for a moment's space 
 
 To make his errand known : 
 " The South Fork dam will soon give way ; 
 
 The flood will soon be here ! 
 Let no man in this city stay, 
 
 But seek some refuge near." 
 
 Yet once again he rideth fast, 
 
 Then giveth warning cry : 
 " O, fellow-citizens, make haste, 
 
 And fly from danger, fly ! 
 The deluge comes with awful speed, 
 
 The lake has burst its bound ; 
 I speak the truth, I do indeed ! 
 
 I hear the rushing sound." 
 
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 The people stared at him and smiled, 
 
 But thought themselves secure ; 
 They said, " Dan Periton is wild ;" 
 
 Mad he was not, I'm sure. 
 The thund'ring floods soon waken fear ; 
 
 Despair itself is nigh ! 
 Fear for themselves, and those most dear 
 
 Of all beneath the sky. 
 
 The rider dashed right on and on 
 
 To save himself by flight : 
 But oh ! all hope of safety's gone, 
 
 Turn he to left or right ; 
 He gains a bridge, 'tis swept away ! 
 
 The flood's resistless force 
 Caught in a whirl, that awful day, 
 
 The rider and his horse. 
 
 When flood and tempest both had passed, 
 
 The hero, on his steed, 
 Was found and recognized at last ; 
 
 "Faithful to death " indeed. 
 Oh, can there be a need to guard 
 
 The memory of his name ? 
 His be a glorious reward, 
 
 His an eternal fame. 
 
 CHARACTER. 
 
 True character has highest worth ; 
 It tells of new and noble birth, 
 
 E'en from above. 
 It shows the rich renewing grace, 
 Which on the soul of man doth trace, 
 
 With hand of love, 
 A likeness as of seraph's face, 
 That Death cannot remove.
 
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 LABOR AND REST. 
 
 Against the wind, against the wind, 
 With eager, rapid haste it flies ; 
 
 Until with joy its nest it find 
 The beauteous bird of Paradise. 
 
 And he who hath one end in view, 
 
 Towards that must always urge his course 
 
 To right and his own self most true, 
 With patient, undiminished force. 
 
 Against the stream, against the stream, 
 Which ever, ever floweth strong ; 
 
 Though oft to lookers-on it seem 
 The course he takes is surely wrong. 
 
 He cannot rest, he may not rest, 
 
 While yet there's so much work to do ; 
 
 For duty calls ! her stern behest 
 
 Makes him his glorious task pursue. 
 
 He may not stop, he may not cease ! 
 
 He may not think of wind or tide ; 
 He fears not battle, asks not peace, 
 
 His conscience is the surest guide. 
 
 For port he steers, for home he steers ; 
 
 Now eager for the promised rest ; 
 He finds it after hopes and fears, 
 
 Like bird of Paradise its nest.
 
 THE WRECK OF THE GEISER. 
 
 West of the trans- Atlantic flood 
 
 There lies a favored land, 
 In which is found much earthly good, 
 
 For human heart and hand : 
 There Freedom lifts her sceptre high, 
 
 All ready to command, 
 And flings her glories to the sky 
 
 With no unsteady hand. 
 
 And so there come the Hun, the Celt, 
 
 The Saxon and the Dane : 
 By thousands is the impulse felt 
 
 Her benefits to gain. 
 The soldier leaves his gun and sword, 
 
 The fisherman his nets, 
 The ploughman ploughs not earth or sward, 
 
 The serf his toil forgets. 
 
 Machinists leave the saw and plane ; 
 
 The weaver leaves his loom ; 
 The engineer gives up his train ; 
 
 The coachman and the groom 
 Haste for the new land to embark, 
 
 Led on by smiling ho[>e, 
 Believing they may make their mark 
 
 Where better chances ope. 
 
 The Geiser sails from Danish coast 
 
 With Northmen not a few ; 
 Of marv'lous speed she makes no boast, 
 
 But soon is lost from view ; 
 With fearful strength she plows the deep 
 
 Majestic sails along ; 
 One steady course she seems to keep 
 
 She keeps her course right on. 
 
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 Right on ! whatever joys await, 
 
 Betide whatever woes ; 
 A prosp'rous or unfavoring fate, 
 
 No mortal being knows. 
 The sea around, sky overhead, 
 
 No land at all in sight ; 
 The Geiser every sail has spread, 
 
 Her engines show their might. 
 
 Rocked on the bosom of the deep, 
 
 And dreaming not of harm, 
 The voyagers are fast asleep, 
 
 When quick sounds an alarm. 
 A sudden fear around is spread, 
 
 In deep and murky night ; 
 While not a star shines overhead 
 
 With e'en a feeble light. 
 
 A steamer driveth on with speed, 
 
 Thingvalla was its name : 
 No chance for captain to take heed 
 
 On ! rushing on it came ! 
 'Midships she struck the Geiser hard : 
 
 Fell mizzen-mast and main, 
 Her mighty bulwarks are no guard, 
 
 Her iron sides are vain. 
 
 A crash ! And screams of horror rise : 
 
 In rush the billows vast ! 
 Light sudden gleams in eastern skies 
 
 Above the fearful waste ! 
 The Geiser has gone down ! no more, 
 
 No more shall ever rise : 
 But oh, what breaking hearts ashore ! 
 
 And oh, what weeping eyes !
 
 ST. PATRICK. 
 
 A native of Kirkpatrick, he 
 
 Did traverse many a land and sea, 
 
 And knowledge gained. 
 In perils oft, and in distress, 
 In city and in wilderness ; 
 
 Yet ne'er disdained 
 To help a fallen child of earth, 
 And lift him up to highest worth. 
 
 He studied in the schools of Gaul, 
 Was honored by both great and small, 
 
 And soon became 
 A teacher wonderful and rare ; 
 To rival whom but few would dare, 
 
 Though great in name. 
 But as he rich in learning grew, 
 He gained in heavenly wisdom too. 
 
 Sent was he to a beauteous land, 
 The gem the pride of ocean grand, 
 
 Fair Erin's isle ! 
 
 And there he preached and daily taught, 
 For earth's possessions caring naught, 
 
 Free from all guile. 
 He feared not adders in his path : 
 He feared not Satan's wiles or wrath. 
 
 After long years some say he crossed 
 The Irish seas, by tempest tossed ; 
 
 And then found rest 
 In Glastonbury Abbey, where 
 He often i>assed whole nights in prayer, 
 
 Had visions blest 
 Of angels and arch-angels bright, 
 Who dwell above in worlds of light.
 
 
 But at Armagh, as others say, 
 As primate held he loving sway, 
 
 For many years ; 
 But visiting the town of Saul, 
 He fainted, to the grief of all ; 
 
 Exciting fears 
 
 That his bright course was nearly run, 
 His glorious work was nearly done. 
 
 Ere long St. Patrick yields his breath, 
 Not dreading once the reaper, Death. 
 
 But he lives still ! 
 Honored by Saxon, as by Celt, 
 For whom he such affection felt, 
 
 As nought could kill. 
 The deeds of all such men we find 
 A blessing are to all mankind. 
 
 THE KU-CHENG PERSECUTION. 
 
 Our hearts are stirred, our hearts are stirred, 
 
 By fearful news so lately heard. 
 
 O, they who sought men's highest good, 
 
 Baptise their teaching in their blood. 
 
 Their sacred character despised, 
 
 Though all their aims were undisguised. 
 
 Driven here and there, and worse by far 
 
 No safety is in bolt or bar ; 
 
 By missiles, dagger, axe and sword, 
 
 Are slain the teachers of ' ' The Word ;" 
 
 Yet good shall come from fearful deed 
 
 A harvest from most precious seed.
 
 EASTER. 
 
 Lo ! in the East a light appears, 
 
 Day./ling to the sight of men ; 
 Awak'ning hopes, dispelling fears, 
 
 Gladd'ning earth, and air, and main ; 
 It seemeth light of life divine, 
 
 Given to immortal souls 
 An influence precious and benign, 
 
 That heart and mind and life controls. 
 
 O glorious star of Christian faith, 
 
 Charity and truth divine ! 
 Now banished is the gloom of death, 
 
 Hopes created sing and shine. 
 The Sun of righteousness appears, 
 
 Scatters blessings far and wide 
 Away, away with mortal fears ! 
 
 Risen for us is He who died. 
 
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 Bright Easter flow'rs and Easter grace, 
 
 Easter chant and Easter hymn 
 In every heart, on every face, 
 
 Joy as of the seraphim ; 
 Glad voices raise in service high 
 
 To the great Eternal King ; 
 Let sea and land, and grove and sky, 
 
 Grateful, perfect tribute bring. 
 
 O let the merry chimes ring out : 
 
 Christ is Conqueror of hell ! 
 Let angels in high triumph shout, 
 
 Men redeemed the wonder tell ; 
 The bands of death are snapped in twain, 
 
 Opened is the dreadful prison ; 
 Rejoice, rejoice, ye sons of men ! 
 
 Now we know the Lord is risen. 
 
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 KING EDGAR. 
 
 More than a thousand years ago, 
 As famous chronicles do show, 
 
 In Britain reigned 
 A wise and most courageous prince, 
 Excelled by few, before or since, 
 
 Who fame have gained. 
 
 His court by learned men was thronged ; 
 Great soldiers there their stay prolonged, 
 
 And honors paid : 
 
 The greatest nobles bowed the knee ; 
 And royal princes one might see 
 
 Not undismayed. 
 
 At Chester once appeared the king, 
 Where Celtic bards his praise did sing 
 
 In loftiest strain ; 
 
 Around him stood the great Welsh lords ; 
 Not unsubmissive to his words 
 
 Could they rema'n. 
 
 He bade them row him o'er the Dee : 
 And he with pomp and majesty 
 
 Sits at the helm : 
 
 They row while well-skilled harpers play, 
 Neither for honor nor for pay 
 
 Best in his realm. 
 
 Once Kenneth to the princes said : 
 " Why are you in so great a dread 
 
 Of such a man ? " 
 
 Now Edgar was indeed quite small, 
 E'en shorter than his courtiers tall, 
 
 More than a span. 
 
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 What Kenneth said full soon was told 
 To Britain's king, by one more bold 
 
 Than all the rest ; 
 
 He scarcely seemed to note the slight 
 But saw he must defend his right 
 
 Ev'n to his best. 
 
 So to the woods King Edgar went, 
 And for his adversary sent ; 
 
 Then drew a sword, 
 
 Which to King Kenneth straight he gave 
 To wield it, as a man most brave, 
 
 'Gainst his liege lord. 
 
 Another sword he also drew, 
 Like one who how to use it knew, 
 
 Devoid, of fear. 
 
 Then Kenneth saw his great mistake, 
 And soon did reparation make 
 
 No cost too dear. 
 
 Edgar and Kenneth from that hour 
 United all their strength and power 
 
 In friendship true. 
 And every prince and noble stood 
 Together for the public good 
 
 As was most due. 
 
 THE SILENT MAJORITY. 
 
 Yes ! in the narrow house they rest, 
 And sleep their final sleep ; 
 
 We know not see not what is best ! 
 Our eyes refuse to weep. 
 
 One and another haste away 
 How soon their race is run ! 
 
 A span, a dream is life's short day- 
 All fleets beneath the sun. 
 
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 Ah ! many, many whom we've known, 
 And perhaps have deeply loved, 
 
 Whose eyes with light most brightly shone, 
 Are ever hence removed. 
 
 They hear not now " the night winds sigh ;" 
 
 They hear not voice of song ; 
 They heed not, fear not danger nigh, 
 
 Nor suffer loss nor wrong. 
 
 They slumber in their silent beds, 
 
 Quite free from care and pain ; 
 While o'er their graves the stranger treads, 
 
 And moons increase and wane. 
 
 But oh ! 'tis but a little while, 
 
 And they will be forgot ; 
 But men will weep and men will smile, 
 
 The past regarding not. 
 
 And yet, how many have done good, 
 
 Whom now we disregard 
 Some truth upheld, or ill withstood, 
 
 And looked not for reward. 
 
 As rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Flows on the tide of time, 
 Whether the race be lost or won, 
 
 Whether we creep or climb. 
 
 We too 'ere long shall pass the stream 
 Which parteth earth from heaven ; 
 
 And so shall end the fevered dream 
 The life to mortals given. 
 
 Perchance some friend will then let fall 
 
 For us a parting tear, 
 And sigh, a's we to-day for all 
 
 Whom once-we held so dear. 
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 Of Nicholas, a. saint of fame, 
 
 What child who has not heard the name, 
 
 Which through all countries drifts ? 
 Dutch people call him Santa Clans : 
 To honor him they have good cause 
 
 When gates from hinge he lifts, 
 Or right through board partition saws, 
 To bring his Christmas gifts. 
 
 This man, of talents great and rare, 
 At Myra rules with loving care, 
 
 Where was his famous See. 
 Christ's doctrine he professed with zeal, 
 PrejKired by death his faith to seal ; 
 
 For he disdained to flee, 
 When no one was allowed appeal 
 From tyrants' stern decree. 
 
 The threat 'gainst him was not fulfilled ; 
 He tarried, as his Master willed, 
 
 A while with men below. 
 The people loved him everywhere, 
 And often uttered earnest prayer, 
 
 Lest he should sorrow know ; 
 And they were his peculiar care, 
 As all the records show. 
 
 Of boys and school-girls everywhere, 
 He is, as they may well declare, 
 
 The patron-saint to-day. 
 'Tis told how once dead children three 
 Arose, as he on bended knee 
 
 Did weep for them and pray ; 
 And now all hearts are full of glee 
 If he do near them stray. 
 
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 They say that once three maidens fair, 
 Became Saint Nicholas' care, 
 
 And that he gave them dower 
 On one most joyful Christmas eve ; 
 Then blest and bade them nobly live 
 
 Through every mortal hour. 
 Who would not every honor give 
 To such a Bishop's power ? 
 
 In Flanders, Holland, and "The States," 
 He drives away the adverse fates, 
 
 And bids them flee from earth. 
 He carries gifts for rich and poor, 
 He'll enter, though he find no door, 
 
 At eve of Jesus' birth ; 
 And loaded with a goodly store, 
 He laughter makes and mirth. 
 
 Thrice welcome is the good old man, 
 But catch him, touch him, if you can. 
 
 He came ! but he is gone. 
 Let's help him every Christmas eve, 
 And presents where he'll find them leave, 
 
 For those who friends have none ; 
 And while we laugh, they shall not grieve, 
 But help the gladness on. 
 
 THE SUN WITH THREE BEAMS. 
 
 The Thracians have for their chief sign, 
 To emblemize the power divine, 
 
 A golden sun ; 
 
 This sun has three bright shining beams, 
 But to the fancy oft it seems 
 
 The beams are only one. 
 
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 A benm darts through a sea of ice, 
 Which 'gins to melt, and in a trice 
 
 The waves arise. 
 
 O let " the floods lift u p their voice !" 
 Sea, air and firmament rejoice 
 
 In blissful harmonies ! 
 
 The second beam darts through a rock, 
 Which rends as by a mighty shock, 
 
 Then wastes away. 
 To light the firmest substance yields, 
 It fruitful makes the earth the fields ; 
 
 We joy in light of day. 
 
 A third beam rouses from the dead 
 A form whence life had long since fled, 
 
 It stands upright ! 
 And so we learn that light divine, 
 A sacred influence benign 
 
 Can banish earthly night. 
 
 THE OLD AND NEW. 
 
 Sing we of the past, 
 Of many an expectation all made vain, 
 Of even sweet delights that could not last, 
 
 And ho{)e by pale hands slain. 
 
 What if hope be dead ? 
 No lilies will I ever scatter here, 
 Nor roses gay, but yellow leaves and sere 
 
 Shall strew her narrow bed. 
 
 Lighting hill and vale, 
 Creating in my soul intense desire, 
 A living lio[>e I see to heaven aspire, 
 
 A hope that cannot fail ! 
 
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 Jay blooms out again, 
 
 And the new hope shall never blighted be ! 
 Its full fruition in eternity 
 
 Shall be my glorious gain. 
 
 IN RURE. 
 
 How many souls, with care and pain distrest, 
 In country scenes and quiet might find rest ? 
 One such went forth where groves of living green, 
 And fruitful fields were bathed in golden sheen. 
 
 He saw the cattle grazing on the hill, 
 And sheep and lambs disporting at their will ; 
 He wandered on the banks of sylvan streams, 
 And in the meads indulged in noon-tide dreams. 
 
 Ere yet the dew was off the new-mown lawn 
 He heard sweet warblings in the summer morn, 
 And through the bright, through all the live-long day, 
 The murmuring cascade not far away. 
 
 The waving branches of the mountain pines, 
 Beneath whose shadows are right-holy shrines, 
 Incited to devotion worship pure, 
 To Him whose mercies are forever sure. 
 
 A thousand objects were there to admire, 
 And little wanting to fill up desire ; 
 The hours went fleetly by on joyous wing, 
 And newer hours did newer pleasures bring. 
 
 Here would he muse, and here would rest awhile, 
 And thought he saw both God and nature smile ; 
 Far from the deaf'ning crowd he here sought peace, 
 And found both health and happiness increase. 
 
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 LAS CASAS. 
 
 (1474-1566). 
 
 Some tell us that the former days 
 Were worthy of the greatest praise ; 
 While others think the ages past 
 
 With wrong and woe were quite o'er-cast. 
 
 
 
 But in worst times good still retains 
 Its hold, and some advancement gains ; 
 While in best days great evils rise 
 And seem to darken all the skies. 
 
 Look, for a moment, at Peru : 
 What hosts Pizarro overthrew ! 
 He only knew the law of force, 
 And ruin marked his fearful course. 
 
 By sword and fire brave Indians fell 
 What woes endured no tongue can tell ; 
 Women were ravished, children slain, 
 " The Braves" found all resistance vain. 
 
 The temples of the Sun profaned, 
 The priests, as captives, were retained, 
 And all who at the altar bent 
 Experienced worse than banishment. 
 
 Peruvian lands were quickly seized, 
 And whate'er else the victors pleased ; 
 The Spaniards were enriched with spoils 
 Reward of victories and toils. 
 
 Who now humanity could show ? 
 Who now would seeds of kindness sow? 
 Had charity for ever fled 
 To the dark regions of the dead ? 
 
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 One man there was who asked not gold, 
 Las Casas, shepherd of "the fold"; 
 For the oppressed he mercy sought, 
 Who for their all had bravely fought. 
 
 He saw ten thousand, slaves become : 
 Their woes O who can count the sum ! 
 For them he plead with all his might 
 Plead for humanity and right. 
 
 He reasoned, and he labored long, 
 Hating barbarity and wrong ; 
 Nor did he, as some rashly say, 
 Make negroes slaves, as baser clay. 
 
 What Wilberforce long after taught, 
 Las Casas dreamed, Las Casas thought; 
 " Men, in God's Image, are made free, 
 He is their 'Master, only He." 
 
 Las Casas loved his fellow men, 
 And proved himself God's servant, when 
 He would have saved them from their fears, 
 As oft he dried the orphan's tears. 
 
 Worn out with wasting cares and time, 
 He sought at last his native clime : 
 Honored, beloved, of worth possest ; 
 O who could envy him his rest ! 
 
 EP1THALAMIUM. 
 
 O see before the altar stand 
 One of the fairest in the land, 
 
 Her faith to plight 
 To him, who claims her for his bride, 
 Who nobly stands there by her side ; 
 
 While streams the morning-light 
 Through "storied window," in full tide, 
 
 So dazzling to the sight. 
 
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 The brightest gift to man on earth, 
 And yet too few regard its worth, 
 
 Is youthful love ; 
 Not inconsiderate and blind, 
 But ever thoughtful and refined, 
 
 All selfishness above ; 
 And which in one two hearts can bind, 
 
 Success or loss to prove. 
 
 The service o'er, the organ peals, 
 O'er bride and groom a gladness steals- 
 
 Without alloy. 
 
 How graceful, lovely, is the bride ; 
 May angels blest her footsteps guide. 
 
 O how we wish them joy, 
 And may no ill them e'er betide 
 
 Or their bright hopes destroy. 
 
 THE COMMON LOT. 
 
 Woe touches all, both high and low, 
 It comes into the humblest cot, 
 It enters palaces, and lo ! 
 Man's feeble hand can stay it not. 
 
 And Death chills with his icy hand 
 The life, bright, blooming with earth's joy 
 He speaketh low with stern command, 
 And, ruthless, doth our hope destroy. 
 
 He spares not beauty, heeds not love, 
 Regards not nobleness of soul, 
 And few, alas ! can rise above 
 All fear, as they approach the goal. 
 
 Who weeps not at a parent's grief ? 
 Who sighs not at an orphan's tears ? 
 There is but One can give relief, 
 And comfort offer to our fears. 
 
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 THE CHARMED CIRCLE. 
 
 Within, a wide charmed circle stood 
 A youth of no ignoble blood, 
 
 And seemed secure. 
 Without the circle stood a host, 
 W 7 ho made a loud, terrific boast, 
 
 As if of him quite sure ; 
 They said he could not keep his post, 
 
 Or their attacks endure. 
 
 Beyond the line they might not go, 
 As they right quickly learned to know ; 
 
 But near it stood. 
 
 They watch ! they hope approach to gain ! 
 Sometimes to be his friends they feign, 
 
 While thirsting for his blood : 
 But he his right doth yet maintain, 
 
 And aims at highest good. 
 
 Now to and fro our hero walks, 
 
 But still their fond attempts he balks, 
 
 And them defies. 
 
 Their distance they are forced to keep, 
 While he with courage high and deep, 
 
 Their red-hot metal tries ; 
 On guard, he never dares to sleep, 
 
 And watches 'gainst surprise. 
 
 But now behold a maiden fair, 
 With rosy cheeks and golden hair, 
 
 And bright blue eye ; 
 Arrayed is she in garments gay, 
 And cometh near day after day, 
 
 And often heaves a sigh, 
 Which may a hidden love betray 
 
 A love that may not die.
 
 At length our hero turns his face, 
 Admires her sweet attractive grace, 
 
 And youthful charm ; 
 Then holds she out her jeweled hand, 
 Forgets he where he ought to stand, 
 
 Heedless of all alarm ; 
 Then flings away his magic wand, 
 
 And is exposed to harm. 
 
 Her jeweled hand he gently takes ; 
 
 But now the ground beneath him shakes ; 
 
 In rush his foes : 
 
 They seize him, bind him, hold him fast ; 
 Their victim, lo ! he is at last. 
 
 Man reapeth as he BOWS I 
 With horror angels stand aghast, 
 
 As he to ruin goes. 
 
 The above legend in prose and in smaller compass, I first 
 saw effectively used in a printed article by Dr. Talmage. 
 
 PEPIN LE BREF. 
 
 Of Neustria and Burgundy 
 
 Long centuries ago, 
 A duke there was of slender form, 
 
 And stature very low. 
 
 Pepin Le Bref they called the duke, 
 Or in contempt, or mirth ; 
 
 They measured not his lofty soul, 
 Nor knew his real worth. 
 
 So there were few who rendered him 
 
 The honor that was due ; 
 And some with obloquy and scorn 
 
 Did this brave man pursue.
 
 
 But soon it chanced that royal sports 
 Were made by high command ; 
 
 The prince himself attended them, 
 And great men of the land. 
 
 The chief of all the sports was that 
 
 Which last of all took place, 
 When a fierce bull and lion fought 
 
 In fenced and narrow space. 
 
 The dreadful, rav'nous beasts fought hard- 
 
 The lion's might prevailed ! 
 " Who dare attack him?" Pepin cried, 
 
 And every noble quailed. 
 
 Then Pepin waved his glittering sword, 
 
 And vaulted o'er the fence ; 
 The lion slew, and back returned 
 
 Amongst the courtiers dense. 
 
 But, " Long live Pepin," shouted all : 
 
 They made the welkin ring ; 
 Pepin Le Brave, of Franks, shall be 
 
 The next right noble king. 
 
 And grandly did the monarch rule, 
 With strong but gentle hand ; 
 
 And none was mightier than he, 
 In his or foreign land. 
 
 The Lombard yielded up his power, 
 Thrice vanquished by his might ; 
 
 The Saracen he too attacked, 
 And put his hosts to flight. 
 
 Pepin Le Bref ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! 
 
 The valiant king of men ; 
 Frenchmen to-day are proud of him, 
 
 And his illustrious reign. 
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 "DIES IRAE." 
 
 (A TRANSLATION.) 
 
 Day of vengeance ! day of ire ! 
 When the world shall melt in fire ; 
 As was by the Psalmist sung 
 And by tuneful Sibyl's tongue. 
 
 When the world its Judge shall see, 
 what trembling will there be ; 
 When open and most secret things, 
 Before his awful bar he brings. 
 
 They who sleep beneath the ground, 
 And they who live shall hear the sound 
 Of th' arch-angel's trumpet, blown 
 To summon all men to the throne. 
 
 Nature shall astonished be ; 
 Death itself in terror flee, 
 When unjust and just arise, 
 And begins the Great Assize. 
 
 There will be despair and hope, 
 When the Judge's books will ope, 
 Where are writ " without, within "- 
 Holy deeds and works of sin. 
 
 When the just are scarce secure, 
 Woe is me ! Can I endure ? 
 Can I then for succor pray ? 
 O, the great, the dreadful day ! 
 
 Now thou dread, Almighty King ! 
 Fount of Mercy ! succor bring ; 
 Save me of a fallen race ; 
 Save a sinner by Thy grace. 
 
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 Blessed Jesus ! call to mind, 
 How that thou didst seek mankind ; 
 Thou for me didst undergo 
 Bitter agony and woe. 
 
 Yet do throve Thy heart constrain, 
 Can Thy labor be in vain ? 
 Vengeance would not let me live, 
 But Thy goodness cries, forgive. 
 
 For my guilt I deeply groan, 
 Blush, O God, beneath Thy throne ; 
 Me a suppliant, spare me, Lord ; 
 Speak to me a gracious word. 
 
 One who humbly prayed to Thee, 
 Thou from devils didst set free ; 
 Thou, the dying thief didst bless ; 
 Banish Thou my deep distress. 
 
 Hear these feeble prayers of mine : 
 Be to me, O Lord, benign ; 
 Grant me now my soul's desire ; 
 Save me from eternal fire. 
 
 Place me not amongst the goats, 
 Whom to flames Thy wrath devotes ; 
 With Thy sheep O may I stand, 
 In safety at Thy own right hand. 
 
 When the wicked are cast down, 
 Give to me of life the crown ! 
 Humble, contrite, here I bend : 
 Save, O save me, to the end. 
 
 Dreadful the great day will be, 
 When risen men their God must see. 
 Thou, O God, who hearest prayer, 
 Spare me, in great mercy spare. 
 
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 THE SURRENDER OF GEN. LEE. 
 
 The following lines were written for a " celebration " of the 
 above event in Oswego, April 9th, 1892, and were suggested 
 by what was told me of the great rejoicing, April 9th, 1865. 
 
 The war is over, send the news 
 O'er all the land, both east and west, 
 The " Grays " have yielded, and the " Blues " 
 Shout and hurrah as men possessed. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 The " Grays " were not a craven host ; 
 Four years they bravely fought, and well, 
 Of prowess high they still may boast 
 Of noble deeds of daring tell. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 Their chieftain was right valiant too ; 
 Who would detract from praise of Lee ? 
 Yet he for terms of peace would sue ; 
 He must submit but scorns to flee. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 The Union at terrific cost 
 Of men and means, our army saves ; 
 Opposing principles are lost, 
 And high the flag of freedom waves. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 THRENODY. 
 
 Respectfully inscribed to Mr. and Mrs. R. G. P 
 loss of their only son. 
 
 Life lasts not long beneath the sun ; 
 
 We are but children of a day ; 
 How short indeed the race we run, 
 
 As shadows mortals flee away. 
 
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 Man's years are but three-score and ten ; 
 
 Or if he come to four-score years, 
 His age is soon cut off : till then 
 
 He travels on 'neath clouds and fears. 
 
 More quickly many reach the goal 
 
 ' Their time on earth seems but a span : 
 
 The silver cord is loosed ! The bowl 
 
 Is broke ! " They end where they began. 
 
 But some there are of royal race, 
 
 The very children of a king ; 
 Yet here have no abiding place, 
 
 And know not life or death's worst sting. 
 
 Awhile they wear " the silver cross" 
 On hearts baptized with sacred dew ; 
 
 They pass away ! We feel their loss ! 
 And wearily our tasks pursue. 
 
 But still the stars shine out above, 
 
 Illumining this vale of tears ; 
 Jewels they are of boundless love 
 
 The love that banishes our fears. 
 
 A TRIBUTE TO MISS E- H-. 
 
 The Master calls ! 
 
 The maiden listens to His gracious voice, 
 For life for life eternal makes her choice, 
 
 And at His footstool falls. 
 
 He is her Lord ! 
 
 In His dear name she finds a comfort sweet, 
 And learns while sitting at the Saviour's feet, 
 
 How gracious is His word. 
 
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 In sacred rite 
 
 She promises to Him allegiance true, 
 Accepts with trust sincere the cov'nant new 
 
 Its love, and joy, and light. 
 
 With loving mind 
 
 Her chosen work is followed day by day ; 
 Her very presence drives dull care away 
 
 Her worth is gold refined. 
 
 But hopes of youth, 
 
 Like choicest roses in the pathway strown, 
 Too oft do fade almost as soon as blown, 
 
 While faith is firm as truth. 
 
 The Lord doth call ! 
 
 " Yes Lord, I come, through much affliction here 
 But murmur not, well knowing Thou art nearj_ 
 
 My Life, my Heaven, my All. 
 
 THE TRANSFIGURATION. 
 
 O might we Thee behold, 
 Whose advent seers foretold 
 
 Ages before ! 
 
 Transfigured on the Mount, 
 O Christ, of life the fount, 
 Whose merits none can count, 
 
 Thee we adore ! 
 
 With "law and prophet" there, 
 Dost thou thy glory share, 
 
 Nobler than they. 
 Of sacrifice they tell 
 For man by sin who fell, 
 Who shall thy praises swell, 
 
 In thy great day.
 
 On Faith's high mountain crest, 
 With Thee, the Fairest, Best, 
 
 Jesus once slain, 
 O may we pitch our tent, 
 With Thee abide content, 
 Until this life is spent 
 
 No service vain. 
 
 Then may we ever dwell, 
 In joy unspeakable, 
 
 Where Thou, O Lord- 
 In glory all divine, 
 Love, praise, and honor Thine, 
 Where saints as suns do shine 
 
 Art aye adored. 
 
 VIA TUTA. 
 
 All melted is the winter's snow, 
 
 The -rains have fallen, as you know, 
 
 For farm-lands this is good ; 
 
 But as our streets are not a farm, 
 
 The people raise the vain alarm : 
 
 " What mud ! What mud ! What mud ! " 
 
 'T would take you one to several hours, 
 
 To drive through these short streets of ours, 
 
 As I have understood. 
 
 The carriage- wheels will go splash, splash, 
 The horse's hoofs will go dash, dash, 
 Right through the mud, mud, mud. 
 
 We have some public enterprise, 
 *And should determined men arise 
 
 Who could not be withstood, 
 They'd say, " Our streets must now be paved; 
 The streets about which you have raved, 
 
 That are so deep in mud." 
 
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 wants to put across 
 In spring and fall, so great a load 
 Of thick, well-seasoned wood ? 
 Let's have good streets, and soon our town 
 Shall upward tend, and not go down 
 To China, through the mud. 
 
 *Enterprising men, in the town for which the above was 
 written, eventually took the matter in hand, and made a 
 wonderful improvement. 
 
 DON'T WORRY. 
 
 Though no flock be in the fold, 
 Though you have scant store of gold, 
 Yet scarcely need you to be told, 
 'Tis better not to worry. 
 
 Though your struggles in the past 
 Would make the bravest stand aghast, 
 Why should you fear the o'er-spent blast ? 
 'Tis better not to worry. 
 
 Though the sky be dark to-day, 
 Above the sky 'tis bright alway, 
 And soon the clouds shall pass away : 
 O therefore, do not worry. 
 
 Though too hard your task you find, 
 Let it not break down your mind : 
 You will not ever toil and grind, 
 Why, therefore, should you worry ? 
 
 'Tis care that wastes the strength away, 
 Far more than any work or play 
 Far more than any man can say : 
 So banish care and worry. 
 
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 ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST. 
 
 O witness the beloved John, 
 His aged face now pale and wan, 
 
 Hair white as snow ; 
 Supported by two loving friends, 
 His head awhile in prayer he bends, 
 
 Heedless of all below ; 
 While heaven to him a glory lends, 
 
 And joy we cannot know. 
 
 Now looks he o'er assembled saints, 
 Joys in their joy, weeps at their plaints, 
 
 And with them sings : 
 Then saith he, " Little children dear, 
 Dwell you in love together here." 
 
 Love sweetest incense brings ; 
 It soars above all guilt and fear ; 
 
 It mounts on seraph's wings. 
 
 O when shall these our jarring tongues, 
 Learn Charity's divinest songs, 
 
 And sing of Peace ? 
 O when shall wrong and falsehood fly, 
 And persecution's horrors die, 
 
 And hellish hatreds cease? 
 Then may we lift the banners high 
 
 Of truth and righteousness. 
 
 ONWARD. 
 
 Hymn sung at the installation of the Rev. R. W. Peach, 
 Quincy, Mass., Dec. 21st, 1894. 
 
 The standard-bearer call ; 
 
 The King is in command ; 
 Then let the people all 
 
 Be eager to withstand 
 The gathered hosts of hell and sin, 
 
 Determined victory to win.
 
 The red -cross banner wave 
 
 The banner of the free; 
 The Crucified can save ! 
 
 Opposing armies flee ; 
 His soldiers shall o'er all prevail, 
 
 Whose power endures and cannot fail. 
 
 The right, the true, the good, 
 
 Be ever kept in view, 
 For these resist to blood ; 
 
 Each day your strength renew ; 
 Upon us is the Captain's eye, 
 
 And He is Lord of earth and sky. 
 
 On ! standard-bearer, thou 
 
 Shalt waver not, nor fear ; 
 Thy band is waiting now 
 
 With hope and faith sincere : 
 On ! "Onward" shall the watchword be 
 
 Until from toils of earth set free. 
 
 REVELATION. 
 
 With light, as with a garment, thou O God, 
 
 Art evermore encompassed round ; 
 
 The mightiest may tremble 'neath Thy rod, 
 
 And fall before Thee to the ground ; 
 
 But yet Thy love is deep and high, 
 
 It fills the earth, the air, and sky. 
 
 Thy great perfections surely are displayed 
 
 In tree, and plant, and beauteous flower ; 
 
 There's not a leaf, there's not a single blade 
 
 Of grass, or blossom of an hour, 
 
 But shows a skill and grace divine, 
 
 A truth which doth forever shine. 
 
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 The fulness of thy great perfections, Lord, 
 
 Hath glory vast and infinite : 
 
 The heavens themselves do utter forth a word 
 
 Of knowledge, wisdom, love, and might ; 
 
 As sun, and stars, and queenly moon, 
 
 In course appointed ever run. 
 
 But chiefly in Thy Book as in a glass, 
 Thy truth and goodness are made known ; 
 And these no beings can displace, 
 They are the glory of Thy throne ; 
 Thy wondrous love shall aye endure : 
 Thy promises are ever sure. 
 
 CAROL, EASTER SONG. 
 
 Hail the light of Easter morning, 
 
 Hail the resurrection light ! 
 Gentiles, with sweet incense burning, 
 
 Praise your King with soul and might. 
 Kings and princes join in chorus, 
 
 Poor and lowly swell the strain ; 
 Render Him who reigneth o'er us, 
 
 Praises with a glad refrain. 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! AMEN. 
 
 Hail, O Prince of life eternal ! 
 
 Death's sad empire's ended now ; 
 Hail, O King of Hosts supernal, 
 
 Ruler of all worlds art Thou ! 
 Principality and power, 
 
 Underneath Thee Thou shalt tread : 
 Over all Thine empire tower, 
 
 Through all lands Thy kingdom spread. 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! AMEN. 
 
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 Garlands wove of roses fragrant, 
 
 Mingled with the lily's snow ; 
 In the eyes of chief and vagrant, 
 
 Pledge of banishment of woe, 
 Lay we at the feet of Jesus, 
 
 By whose resurrection's might, 
 He from death and sorrow frees us, 
 
 Puts our enemies to flight. 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 
 AMEN. 
 
 EASTER. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, 'tis Easter-tide, 
 
 And fled is winter's night ; 
 Life struggling, bursts its earthly shell, 
 And hails the quick'ning light. 
 Exultate ! 
 Praises sound ! 
 Through all the earth 
 Let song abound. 
 
 The King, the Lord of all was slain, 
 Yet hear Him now who saith : 
 
 " Mine are the keys of Paradise, 
 The keys of hell and death." 
 Exultate ! 
 
 Our hearts and voices now we raise, 
 
 O Crucified, to Thee ! 
 Thou hast redeemed us by Thy grace, 
 
 From evil set us free. 
 Exultate ! 
 
 O Christ, the Light of life art Thou, 
 
 And Death shall end his reign : 
 O Victor, take to Thee Thy power, 
 Thy glorious right maintain. 
 Exultate ! 
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 THE GERTRUDE BIRD-A NORWEGIAN LEGEND. 
 
 Two noble personages walked, 
 
 On a bright summer's day, 
 And with each other freely talked 
 
 While on their toilsome way. 
 On Peter's arm his master leant 
 
 As on a faithful friend, 
 And when the day was almost spent 
 
 They neared their journey's end. 
 
 Since morn they had not eaten bread, 
 
 So towards a lowly hut 
 They turned their feet with quickened tread 
 
 And found the door not shut. 
 A woman, saw they, kneading dough 
 
 To bake on fire of wood ; 
 She saw them, but she could not know 
 
 Who close beside her stood. 
 
 " O make us each a little cake," 
 
 St. Peter said, "I pray." 
 " You," answered she, " This lump may take, 
 
 And bake it as you may." 
 When lo ! while yet 'twas in his hand, 
 
 It quickly did increase, 
 A miracle indeed, most grand ! 
 
 Will wonders never cease ? 
 
 But soon the woman's selfish heart 
 
 Begrudged the trifling gift, 
 She takes it back, breaks off a part, 
 
 Which grows too large to lift. 
 While thus the famous wonder grows, 
 
 While thus increased her store, 
 The gates of love and mercy close, 
 
 Perchance to ope no more. 
 
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 Another wonder now behold, 
 
 The bread begins to shrink ; 
 (The woman's heart, but late so bold, 
 
 Almost begins to sink. ) 
 A very little now appears 
 
 Enough but for the day, 
 And she is soon oppressed with fears 
 
 That all will waste away. 
 
 Ere long, a transformation strange 
 
 Is seen by every one 
 So great and marvelous a change 
 
 Was ne'er beneath the sun. 
 The woman with the selfish mind 
 
 Becomes the " Gertrude-Bird," 
 And seeks her food 'tween wood and rind, 
 
 Thus banned by Peter's word. 
 
 ADDRESS. 
 
 We have not crossed the river Styx, 
 Nor are we in a desperate "fix," 
 Though 'tis the first of 'Ninety-Six. 
 
 The tale is told ! We've closed the book ! 
 Without regret we backward look : 
 We cannot change what way we took. 
 
 And now begins another race ; 
 We enter it with smiling face : 
 May there be joy in every place. 
 
 The wings of time are beating fast ; 
 
 The future soon will be the past ; 
 
 O taste true pleasures while they last. 
 
 Forward we look, and onward go, 
 No golden good away we'll throw ; 
 No ill can always last, you know. 
 
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 If on rough seas our vessel rides, 
 Though billows dash o'er prow and sides, 
 We know that yet true wisdom guides. 
 
 As sailors, we must "make for port," 
 As soldiers, let us " hold the fort," 
 As children, think that work is sport. 
 
 With thoughts like these we turn from home, 
 As o'er the earth our spirits roam, 
 Like many a fairy, elf, or gnome : 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 Her children watched her wasting form ; 
 
 Her eyes were bright with heav'nly flame 
 Through weary months they felt alarm, 
 
 And yet the end too quickly came. 
 
 So true and gentle had she been, 
 
 And on our hearts took firmest hold, 
 
 Disdaining whatsoe'er was mean : 
 Her virtues like the finest gold. 
 
 Grief enters, spite of bars and locks, 
 
 The brightest homes of mortal men. 
 
 At doors of happiest it knocks 
 
 It knocks, and quickly enters then. 
 
 And Oh ! what trouble, Oh ! what pain, 
 Before the bands of hope are riven ; 
 
 But hope though crushed may bloom again, 
 And find fruition blest in heaven. 
 
 Of her we loved, the mortal mould 
 
 To earth was given mid showers of rain, 
 
 While gracious words were said, which told 
 That they who "sleep" shall rise again. 
 
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 And then behold ! a rainbow bright 
 Gave promise in the eastern sky 
 
 Of guidance, peace, and helping might 
 Of hopes that wither not, nor die. 
 
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 COMMUNION HYMN. 
 
 O holy and most gracious Lord, 
 Who art" in heaven and earth adored, 
 
 As is most justly due ; 
 We come with contrite souls to thee ; 
 At thy great Name we bow the knee ; 
 
 Create our hearts anew. 
 
 E'en of thy body glorified, 
 
 We see the deeply wounded side, 
 
 The riven hands and feet : 
 O blessed Christ, the Lord of all, 
 On thee we now for mercy call, 
 
 Thy mercy precious, sweet. 
 
 Thy spirit can our souls upraise 
 In adoration and in praise 
 
 A sacred, loved employ : 
 By faith, we eat the living bread, 
 We drink the blood so freely shed, 
 
 And taste a heav'nly joy. 
 
 In mystic fellowship conjoined, 
 
 The faithful have one heart and mind 
 
 With thee, their living head. 
 Their sinful bodies washed and pure, 
 Their ransomed souls through grace secure, 
 
 By thy rich love are fed. 
 
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 NEW YEAR ApDRESS. 
 - Jan. 1st, 1894. 
 
 'Tis New Year's Day ! 'Tis New Year's Day ! 
 Drive all sad thoughts and cares away : 
 Let Hope spread out her glittering wings, 
 As she, bright seraph, sweetly sings. 
 
 "A prosperous time is coming fast, 
 Hard times forever cannot last : 
 This year, be sure, the tide shall turn, 
 That they who will may work and earn." 
 
 The Past has borne a weary load ; 
 All have not reaped who early sowed ; 
 And some with Want have struggled hard 
 In view of but a scant reward. 
 
 And yet the earth has fruitful been, 
 Whose then the fault whose then the sin, 
 If they who labored scarce could gain 
 Enough their children to maintain ? 
 
 Wisdom is needed every day 
 By those in poor or proud array ; 
 'Tis needed in both Church and State 
 'Tis needed earl}', needed late. 
 
 May wisdom over-ride all fears, 
 And banish woe, and banish tears ; 
 O may this year, good come to all, 
 Where'er they dwell both great and small. 
 
 With heart and hope shall millions toil 
 In shops and marts and yielding soil : 
 May plenteousness their labor crown 
 In village, field and busy town. 
 
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 Tis New Year's Day ! 'Tie New Year's Day ! 
 And here and there our thoughts do stray : 
 The exciting topic everywhere 
 Has been the World's successful Fair. 
 
 Nations and empires from afar 
 Have sent their hosts, but not for war, 
 To see the proofs of human skill 
 Of wisely guided art and will. 
 
 What objects grand from shop and throne, 
 What works of interest were shown ! 
 Who is there has not seen or heard 
 What vast magnificence appeared ? 
 
 What spur to industry is given ! 
 The bands of prejudice are riven ! 
 In science, art, machinery, trade, 
 Still greater progress must be made. 
 
 Persian, Confucian, Buddhist, there 
 Set forth their views with strictest care, 
 And much from each was learned indeed 
 As to his own peculiar creed. 
 
 But who would barter Christian hope ? 
 Can Buddha with apostle cope ? 
 But with our Leader who would dare 
 Earth's noblest ever to compare? 
 
 Much is there everywhere to learn 
 No source of knowlege may we spurn : 
 On statue high of Liberty 
 " Advancement" let the motto be. 
 
 'Tis New Year's Day ! 'Tis New Year's Day ! 
 May old and young be bright and gay ! 
 E'en they who weep, for joy shall sing, 
 While hill and rock with gladness ring. 
 
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 THE WOMAN AND THE CHRIST-CHILD. 
 
 A Russian Legend. 
 We sing of that fair woman, 
 
 To whom the magi came, 
 To tell of light from heaven 
 
 To tell of lamp of flame ; 
 They speak with wondrous pleasure 
 
 Of Israel's new-born King ; 
 They say with glowing rapture, 
 
 To him they tribute bring. 
 
 They bid her come and hasten 
 
 To serve on bended knee, 
 And bring a present with her, 
 
 But small though it might be : 
 They say the high, the lowly, 
 
 Should at his cradle fall, 
 And that both weak and mighty 
 
 Should own him King o'er all. 
 
 "Just now, ye noble princes," 
 
 She saith, " I cannot come ; 
 Let me but stay a little 
 
 Before I leave my home : 
 O say, O say, why haste ye? 
 
 Your guiding-sky is bright ; 
 'Twill surely last till morning 
 
 'Twill last till morning-light." 
 
 " O woman, we must leave thee," 
 
 I hear the wise men say ; 
 ' ' We can no longer linger, 
 
 The star now moves away ; 
 We know not how to travel 
 
 Except by yonder light ; 
 0, let us up, and follow, 
 
 Before it's lost to sight." 
 
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 She went not with the wise men ; 
 
 Passed on the guiding star ; 
 While they pursued their journey 
 
 She watched them from afar ; 
 But soon from sight she lost them, 
 
 And then her heart did sink ; 
 " Too late it is, I fear me ; 
 
 Too late ! too late ! I think." 
 
 : 
 
 Henceforth you'll see her wander, 
 
 But every Christmas Eve 
 She hopes perchance she'll meet him, 
 
 And her sad loss retrieve. 
 The choicest gifts she carries 
 
 To gladden rich and poor, 
 The children cry, " Behold her !" 
 
 And open fling the door. 
 
 " Behold the wand'ring woman, 
 
 Whom all the children love ; 
 She brings us richest blessing, 
 
 As from the Lord above." 
 On earth the Christ she seeketh, 
 
 'Mongst all the children dear ; 
 And could she only find him, 
 
 Would serve him without fear. 
 
 But Christ is ever with them ; 
 
 His love is in their hearts 
 His love a golden treasure 
 
 Which binds and never parts ; 
 O what a feast it maketh 
 
 For multitudes to-day, 
 Who by his life are gladdened, 
 
 And unto whom they pray. 
 
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 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 'Tis Christmas, merry Christmas, 
 The feast of joy and mirth ; 
 It is the day of gladness, 
 The day of Jesus' birth ; 
 And therefore holy angels 
 Sing noblest, sweetest lays, 
 And we may also give him 
 The greatest love and praise. 
 
 The birth indeed was lowly, 
 A manger wiis his bed, 
 And yet our eyes behold him 
 With glory round his head. 
 His are the star and sceptre, 
 And his all heavenly light : 
 His are the might and greatness, 
 And he shall rule by right. 
 
 Men from the east approach him, 
 And at his feet they pour 
 Rich gifts and worthy tribute 
 From their not scanty store ; 
 For they rejoice to see him 
 Him aye to be adored, 
 Proclaimed by sage and prophet 
 To be both Christ and Lord. 
 
 To-day may gifts most gladly 
 Be made by young and old, 
 Gifts fit for Christ's own altar, 
 Myrrh, frankincense and gold. 
 Gifts for the sad and lowly, 
 Gifts for the weak and faint, 
 To cheer them in their journey, 
 And banish all complaint. 
 
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 And so shall merry Christmas 
 
 To every heart bring good ; 
 
 Shall strengthen cords of friendship, 
 
 And 'stablish brotherhood. 
 
 Come now, rejoice all people, 
 
 And joyful anthems sing ; 
 
 Let instruments of music 
 
 Make triumph for our King. 
 
 THINGS TEMPORAL AND ETERNAL. 
 
 Whence this desire 
 
 For fleeting pleasures of the earth ? 
 Who for its honors would aspire 
 
 If they had gauged their worth ? 
 
 This longing whence 
 
 For silver, houses, lands or gold? 
 This longing for the things of sense 
 
 Whose number can't be told? 
 
 is power so sweet 
 
 That men will give up all beside, 
 Embrace a senseless idol's feet, 
 
 And truest good o'er-ride ? 
 
 What is there here 
 
 So fair, so worthy, or so great, 
 That with it both our hope and fear 
 
 Are bound as though by Fate ? 
 
 Even earth's joys, 
 
 Her loves, her pleasures, and her songs, 
 Are vanity or gilded toys, 
 
 For which no wise man longs. 
 
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 Her pleasures fade ; 
 
 Her lovers shall quickly pass away, 
 Her joys in robes most gay arrayed, 
 
 Live but a single day. 
 
 The night succeeds ! 
 
 And yet methinks it is not night ; 
 But death made life by noble deeds 
 
 For him to whom is light. 
 
 It is not death ! 
 
 "Pis passing from a weary night, 
 To gain an amaranthine wreath 
 
 Most beautiful, most bright. 
 
 There's life and love ! 
 
 And God himself shall fill the soul, 
 'Tis he shall carry it above, 
 
 Where living pleasures roll. 
 
 blessed then 
 
 Shall be the ransomed spirit's lot ! 
 Grief never shall be known again, 
 
 And sorrow be forgot. 
 
 CONSECRATION OF WESTMINSTER ABBEY BY 
 ST. PETER. 
 
 When Sebert, the East Saxon king, 
 Gave up his gods Woden and Thor, 
 He bade his subjects offerings bring, 
 And his command had force of law. 
 
 But he himself rich tribute gave 
 To Him who is the King of all, 
 And who can lift, destroy, or save, 
 And by whose might kings stand or fall. 
 
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 A costly pile did Sebert rear 
 An abbey with a house of prayer, 
 That men might come, from far and near, 
 Both small and great to worship there. 
 
 And then on Mellitus he calls, 
 Who comes with solemn pomp of state, 
 (Such as the vulgar mind enthrals) 
 The noble church to consecrate. 
 
 But now a fisherman appears, 
 And tells him of a wonder rare ; 
 In much astonishment he hears 
 (In which the waiting people share. ) 
 
 That in the night St. Peter came, 
 And heav'nly music filled the air, 
 While on the altar shone a name, 
 As rose the consecrating prayer. 
 
 The Bishop and his goodly band 
 Soon entered then the abbey gate, 
 And each one saw on every, hand 
 The proofs of what we here relate. 
 
 Oil holy was in choir and nave, 
 And all around were waxen lights, 
 While unseen powers a glory gave 
 And foretaste of supreme delights. 
 
 Four hundred years the abbey stood 
 Till the Confessor's famous reign, 
 Who vowed upon the holy rood 
 His Master's glory to maintain. 
 
 So Edward built a grander fame, 
 Where honored are the mighty dead 
 Where prince and nobles ne'er disdain 
 Her courts, as worshipers, to tread. 
 
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 "THEY NEED NO CANDLE." 
 
 The morning-star of truth hath shone, 
 The clouds so dense are almost gone, 
 
 Awake ! arise ! 
 
 Soon shall the night have passed away, 
 And the full brightness of the day, 
 
 O'er earth and skies 
 Shall banish ignorance and crime 
 From every realm, from every clime. 
 
 Already, crowds of ills have fled 
 To the dark regions of the dead 
 
 For evermore ; 
 
 And superstition shall depart, 
 With whatsoe'er beguiles the heart. 
 
 O never more 
 
 May they possess the earth again, 
 To trifle with the sons of men ! 
 
 The things which rightly are called good 
 Were purchased at the price of blood, 
 
 As all should know. 
 They are not vanities that cloy, 
 But they produce abundant joy 
 
 On earth below ; 
 
 They are a treasure vast and sure 
 Which may from age to age endure. 
 
 A light as of a " precious stone," 
 Such as till now was never known, 
 
 Shall banish fears. 
 O let it fill the home, the heart, 
 White notes of sweetest music start, 
 
 And " shake the spheres ;" 
 Let mountain, river, field and grove 
 The chorus join with worlds above. 
 
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 Reason and conscience now unite, 
 They have but one great purpose bright, 
 
 Which shall not fail ; 
 Their glory an undying flame ; 
 The true and good their end and aim : 
 
 May they prevail ! 
 
 For they indeed have grace and worth 
 In shining heavensand glad " new earth.' 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 Miss L. B. G , Utica, N. Y. 
 
 Bright was the sun and clear the sky, 
 And earth in beauty was arrayed 
 
 How much here was to glad the eye, 
 With nought to vex or make afraid. 
 
 And hope was bright as bright could be, 
 And promise gave of happy years, 
 
 But hopes, like shadows, often flee, 
 
 And golden joys are bathed in tears. 
 
 The noblest form, the fairest face, 
 
 The readiest wit, the clearest mind, 
 
 And whatso'er of youthful grace 
 Is ever given us to find, 
 
 May shrink beneath the icy hand, 
 
 Which all alike are doomed to feel ; 
 
 See! Death o'er loved ones waves his wand, 
 And to all labor sets his seal. 
 
 Her course was brief how quickly run ! 
 
 Whose loss so many now deplore ; 
 The goal is reached, the prize is won 
 She feels the pains of life no more. 
 
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 ... .. ... .... .. 
 
 : 
 
 She dwells in regions far away ; 
 
 She is where sorrow cannot come ; 
 Where souls redeemed, in white array, 
 
 Shall find an everlasting home. 
 
 For her, awaited bliss eterne ! 
 
 For us are griefs and blinding tears : 
 But we, ere long, may find " that bourne "- 
 
 We ! free from cares and mortal fears. 
 
 We sigh as if our hearts would break, 
 
 And mourn as tho' all hope were fled ; 
 
 But comfort comes to those who "seek," 
 
 And words of " peace" to them are said. 
 
 June 21st, 1892. 
 
 THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 We think not of the past to day, 
 Nor of the regions far away, 
 
 But of the bright New Year. 
 The New Year comes with rosy smile 
 Our very senses to beguile ; 
 
 She comes and brings no fear. 
 
 Her crown is decked with many a star 
 Her glory shines both near and far ; 
 
 Her sceptre is of gold. 
 We see her like a goddess stand, 
 With right our homage to command, 
 
 And our attention hold. 
 
 Far off, far off be withering care, 
 To mar our feast let no one dare 
 
 Let nought affect our joy ; 
 But should the iron hand of Fate 
 Press on us like a heavy weight, 
 
 It shall not Hope destroy. 
 
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 The Day has richest promise given 
 The clouds by parting light are riven : 
 
 It leads a golden age, 
 When Art shall seem almost divine, 
 And Science with bright lustre shine, 
 
 Affection to engage. 
 
 O tell us of the rights of man 
 Rights not of either tribe or clan, 
 
 Embracing, guarding all ; 
 The rights of liberty and law, 
 Where despots have no power to awe, 
 
 Nor can the mind enthral. 
 
 Where great monopolies are banned, 
 And Wrong can find no place to stand, 
 
 But Freedom nobly reigns 
 There, O New Year ! Thy chariot bring, 
 And countless multitudes shall sing, 
 
 Thy praise in sweetest strains. 
 
 HYMN FOR THE NATIVITY. 
 
 See a messenger descending 
 
 From the throne of God above ; 
 
 Stars their brightest glory lending, 
 
 For his errand's one of love : 
 
 Coming swiftly, 
 As the wings of lightning move. 
 
 Now o'er Judah's land he hovers, 
 
 Where the Shepherds on the plain, 
 
 Guard their flock from nightly rovers, 
 Watch, and until morn remain : 
 
 Glory streaming 
 Over all their wide domain. 
 
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 " Shepherds, lo, I bring you tidings," 
 
 Said Jehovah's angel then ; 
 " Not of vengeance or of chidings, 
 
 But- glad news I bring to men : 
 
 Joyful tidings ! 
 
 Peace on earth shall aye remain." 
 " Joy shall come through Christ most gracious 
 
 Who this gladsome hour is born ; 
 Lord of regions grand and spacious 
 
 Bright, effulgent star of morn ! 
 
 Seek and praise him : 
 Let his grace your heart adorn." 
 Now the angel is surrounded 
 
 With a vast cherubic choir, 
 While through heaven and earth resounded 
 
 Notes from tongue, and harp, and lyre : 
 " Give God glory ! 
 
 Let his love the world desire ! " 
 
 Praise we all the Saviour lowly ; 
 
 Unto him rich tribute bring : 
 Say we Holy, Holy, Holy ! 
 
 Sweetest praises let us sing : 
 Alleluia ! 
 
 Praises to our Lord and King. 
 
 A SIMPLE SONG FOR CHRISTMAS EVE. 
 
 It was Christmas eve : 
 
 A loving soul entered a lowly cot, 
 Where any one might see much cause to grieve, 
 
 But murmurs there were not. 
 
 There was no great heat, 
 
 Either from fire of coal, or fire of wood ; 
 Naught soft or warm was there beneath the feet, 
 
 Near where the stranger stood. 
 
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 Scarce was bread to eat 
 
 In that cold, cheerless and ill-furnished room ; 
 A simple dinner would have been a treat, 
 
 More than would banish gloom. 
 
 For by a whirling belt, 
 
 That ran around a swift-revolving wheel, 
 Was caught the arm which heretofore had felt, 
 
 Almost as strong as steel. 
 
 A poor father's arm, 
 
 That once had labored hard to purcha.se bread, 
 The surgeon cut it off, " lest further harm 
 
 Should soon ensue," he said. 
 
 But not e'er again 
 
 The man could labor as he did before ; 
 Though every effort might not be in vain 
 
 To keep wolf from the door. 
 
 O hard was the lot ! 
 
 Yet trust remained in the Almighty's love, 
 Who can his servants both sustain and guard, 
 
 Where'er they live or rove. 
 
 On a bed of straw 
 
 A child of that afflicted household lay, 
 And near it you might see the stranger draw, 
 
 And hear him kindly say : 
 
 " I will give you meat 
 
 And find your weary father work to do ; 
 The work is for his sad condition fit, 
 
 And will please him and you." 
 
 The child's face did then 
 
 Become transfigured in the stranger's eyes : 
 It seemed the face of Christ, on earth again 
 
 To make a paradise.
 
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 THE SILVER WEDDING. 
 
 O think in five and twenty years 
 What joys and sorrows meet ; 
 
 Oft there is laughter, sometimes tears : 
 How soon away they fleet. 
 
 We backward look, and think how fast, 
 
 The time away has flown : 
 The present soon becomes the past, 
 
 This hour is scarce our own. 
 
 We forward looked with great delight 
 
 When we together stood, 
 Our mutual faith and love to plight 
 
 For evil or for good. 
 
 Ah no ! for evil not at all 
 
 For good all through our life ; 
 
 Whate'er misfortune might befall, 
 Far off were wrong and strife. 
 
 We knew there would be care and toil, 
 That sorrow too might come ; 
 
 But M hy should these or aught else spoil 
 The sweet content of home? 
 
 The silver lining of the clouds 
 
 Is turned tow'rds us to-day ; 
 If griefs have come, yet joys in crowds 
 
 Have made our autumn gay. 
 With hopes and smiles, with children dear ; 
 
 Are these not gems and gold ? 
 We'll travel on, why should we fear ? 
 
 There's good to come untold. 
 There's no hand writing on the wall 
 
 To summon up our fear ; 
 A providence is over all, 
 
 And heav'n itself is near. 
 
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 Our silver wedding is a theme 
 
 Of joyance and of song ; 
 If life itself be as a dream, 
 
 We would the dream prolong, 
 And even-tide a charm shall lend 
 
 Till time shall be no more : 
 And though earth joys must have an end, 
 
 There'll still be bliss in store. 
 
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 PROGRESS. 
 
 How fast, how fast the steamers go, 
 
 Full twenty knots an hour; 
 O, day by day, do wonders grow, 
 
 With more than magic power. 
 America and Europe now 
 
 Almost can join their hands : 
 To them must backward nations bow 
 
 Submit to their commands. 
 Our lives are stretched from sea to sea ; 
 
 They reach from shore to shore : 
 Fast as their currents hatreds flee, 
 
 Nor shall be heard of more. 
 We journey east, we travel west, 
 
 We go where'er we choose : 
 And e'en in change we find a rest, 
 
 As each his way pursues. 
 Learning and commerce, art and trade, 
 
 Forge strongest, firmest bands ; 
 And thus good- will and peace are made 
 
 'Tween us and foreign lands. 
 Hail Progress ! O Advancement hail ! 
 
 Your starry course pursue, 
 Ye shall not, for ye cannot fail, 
 
 Creating earth anew. 
 
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 WASHINGTON'S INAUGURATION. 
 
 April 30, 1789. 
 
 We see the path the nation took, 
 As back a hundred years we look 
 
 E'en to its source ; 
 The father of his country then 
 His station as the chief of men, 
 
 Without despotic force, 
 Rightly assumed, as if to reign 
 
 In Freedom's star-paved course. 
 
 That he who had the chief command 
 In war, in peace should also stand 
 
 Acknowledged first ; 
 The people, as the source of power, 
 Rightly determined in that hour 
 
 When there was none who durst 
 Oppose their will their right and dower ! 
 
 By tyrants only cursed. 
 
 There was not then the pomp of kings ; 
 Heroic virtues were the springs 
 
 Of greatness true : 
 
 The putting forth of conscious might 
 The patient courage of the fight 
 
 With but one end in view, 
 With glory having crowned the right 
 
 Had made a nation new. 
 
 A nation destined to increase 
 
 In numbers, wealth, and arts of peace, 
 
 Ages to come : 
 
 As myriads should, from every land 
 Beckoned by Freedom's magic wand, 
 
 Here seek a place and home, 
 Where Law might have supreme command 
 
 Until the Day of Doom. 
 
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 We fain would with prophetic eye 
 A hundred year's advance descry : 
 
 But who can say 
 
 What learning and discov'ries new, 
 Religion with bright purpose true 
 
 In that most glorious day, 
 Shall bring to men and angels' view 
 
 To glad the world for aye ? 
 
 April 30, 1889. 
 
 THE DEPARTED YEAR. 
 
 December 31, 1890. 
 
 Another year, like bii'd escaped, has flown, 
 In haste to join the long-foreotten past ; 
 
 Its marvellous events stood not alone 
 
 Its great achievements may for ages last. 
 
 Its history to-day we trace in brief, 
 
 Its records of disasters and of good ; 
 
 Our cup has sometimes pleasure, sometimes grief, 
 And bright humanity a changeful mood. 
 
 The year began not without sound of woe : 
 In Britain's great metropolis, a fire 
 
 Burst out in public school, and was not slow 
 
 To make destruction quick destruction dire. 
 
 Twice thirteen boys to death were quickly burned, 
 Before the dreadful flames could be controlled ; 
 
 How strangely joy is oft to sorrow turned, 
 And ah ! how soon the tale of life is told. 
 
 A wild tornado through Ohio sweeps ! 
 
 Missouri and Kentucky feel the blast ! 
 Along the vales, and even the mountain steeps, 
 
 Fierce havoc makes a desolation vast. 
 
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 In Austria, England and United States, 
 
 Four hundred men in mine explosions lost 
 
 Their lives. Destructive floods, let loose by fates, 
 Raged in Bohemia, as by furies tost. 
 
 Then houseless, homeless, fifty thousand were, 
 And famine followed with her hollow cheek ; 
 
 But who to tell of nought but woe would care, 
 Or to paint nought but miseries would seek ? 
 
 There have been dread calamities, 'tis true, 
 
 But there have been abundance and success ; 
 
 Where'er throughout our land we turn our view 
 The joy is greater far than the distress. 
 
 Not in ours only, but in other lands, 
 
 There have been golden harvests, happy days ; 
 Prosperity and peace have joined their hands 
 
 And walked in blissful, well appointed ways. 
 
 Of Browning, Mueller, Ericsson, Mackay, 
 
 And many another bright and worthy name ; 
 
 Although we feel and mourn their loss to-day, 
 We glory in their work and spotless fame. 
 
 And lo ! the nations looking from afar, 
 
 *On this our land of freedom and of hope, 
 
 See added to our flag star after star, 
 
 And see us fit with mightiest powers to cope. 
 
 And we look forward to the glorious time, 
 
 When all things great and noble shall succeed : 
 
 When banished are intemperance and crime, 
 And charity shall reign in word and deed. 
 
 Then quick Invention shall not stay her hand, 
 Then Arts shall multiply a thousand fold ; 
 
 And truest Honor reign through all our land, 
 And Wisdom better than the finest gold.
 
 All hail the good time coming then ! All hail ! 
 
 The sun of our prosperity shall flame ! 
 Our righteousness shall stand, it shall not fail, 
 
 And every base thing crouch in fear and shame. 
 
 The United States. 
 
 
 ST. GEORGE. 
 
 At Antioch the brave Ciusaders fight, 
 Besiegers and besieged put forth their might ; 
 
 Awhile they pause ! 
 
 For neither army seems to gain success, 
 Till the besiegers ask St. George to bless 
 Their arms and efforts ; for they now confess 
 
 Will fail their cause ; 
 Unless he come himself to give them aid, 
 Whose red-cross banner proudly is displayed. 
 
 The saint and soldier answers their appeal ; 
 As if inspired the stout Crusaders feel ; 
 
 He leads them on ! 
 
 Some force the gates, while others scale the wall ; 
 Before their onset strong defences fall ; 
 A shout of triumph rises over all : 
 
 " The city's won !" 
 
 The great achievement is a pledge of more, 
 St. George will give until the strife is o'er. 
 
 The patron-saint of our brave mother-land 
 Is the immortal hero, noble, grand , 
 
 Of fame world-wide ; 
 
 Who dragons tamed, and mighty foes o'ercame, 
 Whose pow'r through centuries remained the same ; 
 
 This flag our pride ! 
 
 This banner moveth on from land to land : 
 Before his marching hosts, but few can stand. 
 
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 A FOREIGNER. 
 
 Did e'er you think what 'tis to be 
 A stranger from across the sea 
 
 Without a friend ? 
 
 Taught to believe your own land first, 
 You find some think it nigh the worst, 
 
 And cannot it defend 
 Unless you'd be almost accursed 
 Ev'n to the bitter end. 
 
 The love, the love of fatherland, 
 Springs up in us, you understand, 
 
 Ev'n at our birth ; 
 
 It grows with each succeeding year ; 
 Our country's rivers, fields, are dear ; 
 
 Its sports awaken mirth ; 
 When leaving them we drop the tear 
 
 Upon our parent earth. 
 
 A foreign land may have its charm, 
 Its people never do you harm, 
 
 And you may thrive ; 
 New interests may spring up around, 
 New business may be quickly found, 
 
 In bustling human hive ; 
 New opportunities be found 
 
 To make dead hopes revive. 
 
 But spite of all the thought of home 
 Will like a rushing river come 
 
 Into the breast. 
 
 While seasons run their rapid race, 
 And leave on heart and soul the trace 
 
 Of what good they're possessed, 
 We turn tow'rds native land our face 
 
 To find an earthly rest. 
 
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 But is it not a marvelous thing 
 What alien sympathies we bring 
 
 Back cross the seas ? 
 Unconscious were we of the change 
 In us, to all our kindred strange, 
 
 Whom we do hardly please ; 
 While o'er two lands our spirits range, 
 
 And neither's comfort seize. 
 
 Return we, never more to roam 
 To where of late we had our home, 
 
 Though oft we sigh : 
 For still we love our native clime, 
 But servants are of " chance and time,' 
 
 From birth until we die ; 
 Although we creep, or walk, or climb, 
 
 Or fain would upward fly. 
 
 A PRAYER OF FAITH. 
 
 Tune America. 
 
 Our hearts to thee we raise, 
 O God, to whom be praise, 
 
 And endless love. 
 With grace our souls endow, 
 While we before Thee bow, 
 O hear and bless us Thou, 
 
 In heaven above. 
 
 Turn not away thy face, 
 But from Thy holy place, 
 
 Send down Thy light : 
 Guide Thou our wandering feet, 
 On tow'rds thy mercy-seat ; 
 Make us in Thee complete 
 By thy great might.
 
 Cleanse Thou our mind and heart, 
 So shall we ne'er depart 
 
 From Holy ways. 
 By true faith justified, 
 In temper sanctified, 
 Though by affliction tried, 
 
 Through many days. 
 While we to Thee look up, 
 Fill us with fervent hope, 
 
 O Lord of all ! 
 May we rejoice in Thee 
 And every evil flee ; 
 From every sin made free 
 
 No more to fall. 
 Keep us from day to day ; 
 Be thou our constant stay ; 
 
 For we are thine. 
 May we through life confide 
 In Him, the Crucified ; 
 And then be satisfied 
 
 With peace divine. 
 
 THE CONFEDERATE HAT. 
 
 The captive Union soldier sighed, 
 And longed to flee away : 
 
 If once escaped, without a guide 
 He'd journey night or day : 
 If not by sun, by northern star, 
 He hoped to reach his home afar. 
 
 He wore confederate disguise, 
 Though none upon his head ; 
 
 But to his friend he then applies 
 For the prize he coveted ; 
 And so was he in full prepared 
 For peril no companion shared. 
 
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 " I wish you luck," his comrade said, 
 "And if you should succeed, 
 
 Tell those I love I am not dead, 
 Though hard our lot indeed." 
 For land and home to. fight, to die, 
 Is not the worst beneath the sky. 
 
 How slow and weary are the hours ! 
 
 What mis'ry he endures ! 
 Grim Care the captive's strength devours ! 
 
 And night no rest ensures. 
 
 'Tis fearful ! Who can count the cost 
 
 But hope is strong ; it is not lost. 
 
 The soldier in complete disguise 
 
 Escapes from prison walls : 
 He danger tries, yet fears surprise, 
 
 And on his God he calls; 
 
 In weary nights he travels on 
 
 Foot-sore and hungry, worn and wan. 
 
 
 At last he gains the Northern " lines," 
 And joy is in his heart. 
 
 The sun of freedom o'er him shines 
 He fears not spear or dart : 
 But thinks of comrades far away, 
 For whom there's joy in future day. 
 
 The war is o'er and years have past : 
 A Christmas present comes ! 
 
 The cap of freedom hold it fast! 
 It tells of guns and drums : 
 It tells of Union restored 
 Of peace created by the sword.
 
 HYMN. 
 
 O Lord, our righteousness, 
 Us with Thy favor bless, 
 
 And grace divine. 
 Thy soldiers, Lord, are we, 
 Thy humble servants see, 
 
 At mercy's shrine. 
 
 Do Thou our hearts renew, 
 That we may still pursue, 
 
 Thy gracious will. 
 Complete our soul's desire, 
 Impart celestial fire, 
 
 Thy word fulfil. 
 
 O let thy goodness flow, 
 To us who here below, 
 
 Confess Thy name. 
 Anoint us from on high, 
 To Thee for help we cry, 
 
 Thy promise claim. 
 
 Marked with a holy sign, 
 As by a hand divine, 
 
 And faithful love : 
 Forth to the world we go, 
 No other name we know, 
 
 Than His above. 
 
 Kept by our Father's arm, 
 Safe from a world of harm, 
 
 From day to day : 
 Ne'er shall we turn aside, 
 For we in Him confide, 
 
 To whom we pray. 
 
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 THE THUNDERING LEGION. 
 
 With the fierce Marcomanni was at war 
 
 The Emperor, with all the might of Rome, 
 
 A host of men he gathered from afar 
 
 To swell the legions raised much nearer home. 
 
 Three times the Alps did Antoninus cross, 
 To meet and to subdue his mighty foe. 
 
 His armies sometimes suffered fearful loss, 
 
 Loss greater ancient Rome did seldom know. 
 
 His victories were gained at dreadful cost, 
 
 But the old Roman courage had not failed ; 
 
 In Summer's heat, even in Winter's frost, 
 He oft attacked, and often was assailed. 
 
 Once after marchings, wearisome and long, 
 His soldiers suffered fearfully from thirst ; 
 
 Then many weakened were who once were strong, 
 But still were resolute to face the worst. 
 
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 Now in the far-off distance might be seen 
 A cloud of dust, as of a tramping host ! 
 
 None was there doubted what the cloud might mean, 
 And could the most courageous dare to boast ? 
 
 The foes advance ! See ! Tltey are coming fast ; 
 
 They halt not, but pursue their rapid course ; 
 The clanking spear and shield, the trumpet's blast, 
 
 Warn of an onset by a mighty force. 
 
 But onward marches in the very front 
 Of the imperial army: plain to see 
 
 The Christian legion, soon to bear the brunt 
 Of an attack from which they will not flee. 
 
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 The Legion is composed of stalwart men ; 
 
 Of men of faith, of courage, and of might ; 
 On Heaven they call for help, nor call in vain ; 
 
 For them the very elements shall fight. 
 
 The dark'ning clouds o'er all the sky do speed, 
 
 And soon come down in heavy showers of rain ; 
 
 Quenched now's the thirst of that great host indeed, 
 While e'en the feeblest seem new strength to gain. 
 
 Ere long the most terrific lightnings flash, 
 
 And peals on peals of loudest thunder roll ; 
 
 The enemy, both violent and rash, 
 
 Now lose their courage, lose all self-control. 
 
 The anger of Rome's mighty gods they fear ; 
 
 Confusion horrid spreads through all their host ; 
 The Christian Legion raise a mighty cheer ! 
 
 The Marcomanni feel their cause is lost ! 
 
 They waver ! See ! Their ranks begin to yield ; 
 
 The Romans quickly their advantage press ; 
 Now are they victors, masters of the field, 
 
 Now fearful is the enemy's distress. 
 
 The vanquished favored by the shades of night, 
 So quickly spreading over earth and sky, 
 
 Great efforts make to save themselves by flight, 
 Hoping to find a place of refuge nigh. 
 
 The Romans do not long their foes pursue ; 
 
 Yet joyful, for their victory they shout ! 
 They give the legion all the glory due, 
 
 In putting their great enemy to rout. 
 
 The " thundering legion " it is called since then, 
 As if for them had awful thunders rolled ; 
 
 When Heaven sent down upon them showers of rain, 
 And they wrought wonders which can scarce be told. 
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 : 
 
 A LAMENT. 
 
 On the death of a young lady who was thrown from a carriage 
 June 10th, 1890. 
 
 She went forth in the morning gay and bright ; 
 
 The blush of health and joy was on her cheek ; 
 But ah ! e'er over earth spread shades of night, 
 
 We saw all earthly hopes most pale and weak. 
 
 And she was one of purest life indeed, 
 
 Excelled by none in worth of mind and heart : 
 
 O could we with Death's messenger but plead, 
 
 That for long years he would keep back his dart. 
 
 But no ! he cometh swiftly ays low, 
 
 With a most cruel and most relentless hand, 
 
 Her not at all prepared for Fate's quick blow, 
 Her fitted for the bright and beauteous land. 
 
 O may God help the sorrowing, and bless 
 
 Their hearts, with anguish so unwonted riven : 
 
 O may He give them comfort, sacred peace, 
 
 And then at last the sweetest rest in heaven. 
 
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 EASTER. 
 
 The stone, the stone is rolled away ! 
 Angels in white are standing near ! 
 It is the purple dawn of day, 
 The day of days so bright and clear : 
 Let every soul from greatest to the least, 
 Unite to celebrate the glorious feast. 
 
 The Lord is risen ! He is not here, 
 
 Yet he is nigh to those who call; 
 
 Who would not serve Him without fear ? 
 
 Who would not own Him Lord of all ? 
 
 Bring we most fragrant flowers and tribute sweet, 
 
 And lay them humbly at the Savior's feet. 
 
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 Be lilies in profusion brought, 
 
 And be there holy sacrifice, 
 
 To Him who once was set at naught, 
 
 Who died, but lives above the skies : 
 
 The stone from every heart be rolled away, 
 
 And hope arise to bless this Easter Day. 
 
 Let angel and archangel praise 
 
 And magnify the King of kings ; 
 
 And let our " sweetest noblest lays " 
 
 Ascend as on the morning's wings : 
 
 O'er death and hell let the great Conqueror reign, 
 
 And over all the worlds His power maintain. 
 
 FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. 
 
 Come and bury the old year ; 
 Mourn not, for the new is here. 
 Toll, yea toll the old one out ; 
 Bring the new with merry shout. 
 Ring, ring your joyful bells, 
 Till the air with gladness swells : 
 
 Let peal on peal 
 Successive roll, 
 
 And all men feel 
 
 Great joy of soul. 
 
 Sweetest memories we bring ; 
 Peace shall come on swiftest wing 
 Painful cares shall be forgot, 
 Hope defeated, enter not ; 
 High and low stand side by side, 
 Pleasant scenes shall open wide : 
 
 The new year grand 
 
 Doth greet the world, 
 
 Behold her stand 
 
 With flag unfurled ! 
 
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 Let no tears bedew the face ; 
 May each forehead glow with grace : 
 May there be no malice now, 
 But pure Friendship seal her vow; 
 Let both young andold rejoice, 
 Greeting with a cheerful voice : 
 
 Like bounding roe, 
 
 The glad New Year 
 
 Shall come and go, 
 
 With right good cheer. 
 The grey Old Year has gone away ; 
 Is there one would have it stay ? 
 After it let hatreds go ; 
 Banish with it wrong and woe. 
 May we have a bright New Year, 
 Knowing neither hate nor fear: 
 
 The Loves link hands, 
 The Graces meet ; 
 
 Immortal bands 
 
 The joy complete. 
 
 LOOKING UP. 
 
 Looking upward to our Master 
 
 Where he reigns on high ; 
 Looking to our great chief Pastor 
 
 With an eager eye ; 
 Every nerve and sinew straining, 
 
 Ever press we on ; 
 Aye rejoicing, not complaining, 
 
 In exultant song. 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Looking upward, looking upward, 
 
 To the sapphire throne ; 
 Running, hasting, speeding heav'nward, 
 
 Loving Him alone. 
 
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 Strength and courage gives He to us, 
 
 Bids us not to faint ; 
 Says no evil shall pursue us, 
 
 Banishes complaint ; 
 Gives us rod and staff to guide us, 
 
 Which shall never fail ; 
 Saith no evil shall betide us 
 
 In the narrow vale. 
 
 We may run and not grow weary ; 
 
 We may upward fly, 
 Still we have His promise cheery. 
 
 And He cannot lie. 
 " I will help thee, I will strengthen, 
 
 Hold thee by My hand, 
 Even when the shadows lengthen, 
 
 Over all the land." 
 
 So our faith shall daily brighten, 
 
 Daily shall increase ; 
 Every burden shall He lighten, 
 
 Make our trials cease. 
 Dread we not the tempter's arrows, 
 
 Nor his fiery darts ; 
 He who careth for the sparrows 
 
 Shall support our hearts. 
 
 JOHNSTOWN, PA. 
 
 The town, unconscious of its fate, 
 
 Was brisk and full of life ; 
 Mechanics early toiled and late 
 
 Without a thought of strife. 
 In but few houses want prevailed, 
 
 For peace and plenty reigned ; 
 Business had flourished, few had failed, 
 
 And some had wealth attained.
 
 Two thousand families there were, 
 
 Where Love did laugh and sing ; 
 Far off was banished carking care; 
 
 And with her glittering wing 
 Hope hovered aye above the town, 
 
 And seemed to promise fair ; 
 Her face ne'er darkened by a frown, 
 
 While music filled the air. 
 
 But see ! The sky is overcast, 
 
 The sun is hid from sight ; 
 The clouds are gathering thick and fast, 
 
 Almost as dark as night ; 
 "The windows open from on high," 
 
 And wasting streams come down ; 
 Both man and beast seek shelter nigh 
 
 Through the ill-fated town. 
 
 A pool, the floods make overflow ! 
 
 Miles distant from the place ; 
 A myriad tons of water go 
 
 To rush a fearful race. 
 Embankments break, the dam gives way, 
 
 The driving torrent roars ; 
 Nought can its awful progress stay 
 
 A sea that hath no shores. 
 
 Grim terror seizes stoutest hearts, 
 
 Some gain the nearest height ; 
 The deluge great the purpose thwarts 
 
 Of hosts who seek by flight 
 To save their precious, precious lives. 
 
 The roof, the very peak 
 Of highest house short respite gives 
 
 Woe ! woe ! to strong and weak. 
 
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 Black horrors thicken all around 
 
 A desolation vast ! 
 The floods subside, and lo ! the ground 
 
 Presents an awful waste : 
 Wrecked buildings ! human bodies strown ! 
 
 Havoc where'er you tread ! 
 But ah ! the worst will ne'er be known 
 
 Till Uod shall wake the dead. 
 
 THE ORIGIN OF MAN. 
 
 A Squib. 
 
 Come all ye people far and near, 
 
 And listen while we sing ; 
 Though we don't make it very clear, 
 
 Whence human beings spring. 
 
 Some tribes, 'tis said, sprang from the earth, 
 
 Like mushrooms in a night ; 
 Such was their origin their birth 
 
 From darkness into light. 
 
 Long after rose a flood, but when 
 
 We need not greatly care ; 
 The rains in torrents poured, and then 
 
 Were terror and despair. 
 
 But Pyrrlia and Deucalion 
 
 Were favorites of the gods, 
 Or so " they say," so then rail on 
 
 All doubting, stupid clods ! 
 
 For nine days in an ark they sailed, 
 
 Right to Parnassus' top, 
 Except them, all the race had failed 
 
 Before the floods did stop. 
 
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 And then it was Deucalion prayed, 
 
 And Pyrrha did the same ; 
 For both were very much afraid 
 
 On earth they'd leave no name. 
 
 The gods said "Their grand-mother's bones 
 Should be behind them thrown." 
 
 The riddle solved, they picked up stones, 
 And flung them with a groan. 
 
 The stones that he threw men became 
 Hard-hearted men they were ! 
 
 While those that Pyrrha threw, they claim, 
 Grew very like to her. 
 
 You've heard too of the dragon's teeth, 
 
 That Cadmus sowed around, 
 From which sprang men from earth beneath, 
 
 And stood upon the ground. 
 
 But long before these things occurred, 
 
 . And stranger far than all, 
 Were monkeys changed to men, we've heard, 
 On this terrestrial ball. 
 
 So men have acted oft like apes, 
 
 And still they do the same ; 
 But for their actions, or their shapes, 
 
 How can they be to blame ! 
 
 "Men once had tails," Monboddo said, 
 
 " But slowly wore them out." 
 Their supple hands, and shape and head, 
 
 Bespeak advance no doubt. 
 
 And yet we think man has a soul ; 
 
 He's more than beast, you know, 
 And shall, as countless ages roll, 
 
 Both on and upward go.
 
 TAKE COURAGE. 
 
 The years go swiftly by ! 
 
 The golden hours and hopes too soon are past ; 
 And disappointments come with tear and sigh, 
 
 While joys and pleasures waste. 
 
 And yet sweet songs are sung 
 
 Of peace, and happiness and ruby joys ; 
 A fitting theme indeed for sweetest tongue 
 
 A theme that seldom cloys. 
 
 But when the pitcher breaks, 
 
 And its sweet sparkling nectar all is spilled, 
 And when the cup of which each one partakes, 
 
 With wine of sorrow filled, 
 
 Our hands do hold instead, 
 
 And when our airy castles tumble down, 
 When we through paths of misery are led, 
 
 Where rocks and mountains frown. 
 
 Soon then our lips are still, 
 
 Our song is hushed in sadness, and our harp 
 Is silent, and our hearts begin to fill 
 
 With anguish keen and sharp. 
 
 But if thou hast obtained 
 
 Aught worth the having in thy sojourn here, 
 The imperfection lost, the good so gained, 
 
 Hold fast as life most dear. 
 
 O banish vain regret, 
 
 And sighs for dreams, impossible to be ! 
 For though the sun in clouds and darkness set, 
 
 He'll rise again for thee. 
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 PROGRESS. 
 
 The soul and spirit, from a source divine, 
 
 Were breathed into the mortal mould of man ; 
 
 The offspring truly of the power benign, 
 
 Which lived and reigned before the world began. 
 
 And so our thoughts should ever upward tend, 
 Not grovel in the earth or downward go ; 
 
 Imagination her fleet wings should lend 
 
 To seek delight which else we ne'er could know. 
 
 But what place is there in the realms afar, 
 
 Shut out from the immortal spirit's gaze? 
 
 She soars from sun to sun, from star to star, 
 Her path illumined by a myriad rays, 
 
 Then back with speed as swift she homeward flies, 
 As if with music and with flag unfurled, 
 
 Sees countless forms in long, long ages rise, 
 The marvel and the myst'ry of the world. 
 
 Man's reason asks the mountains whence they came, 
 And bids the rocks their history disclose ; 
 
 Can oceans vast their origin proclaim, 
 
 Or tell how order first from chaos rose ? 
 
 Can aught indeed on earth exist by Chance, 
 
 Or be the subject of an iron Fate ? 
 We see, in every epoch, forms advance, 
 
 The types of which are of more ancient date. 
 
 Whatever is, tells of a golden age, 
 
 Not past, but promised, and to come most sure, 
 Predicted both by seer and by sage, 
 
 And through a thousand cycles to endure.
 
 The seer sees it with anointed eye ; 
 
 The sage anticipates its glories all ; 
 To us it sometimes seems as if 'twere nigh, 
 
 And contemplation does our mind enthral, 
 
 The Power that "makes for righteousness" must reign. 
 
 Eternity it claimeth for its own ; 
 O'er all the worlds it doth command retain 
 
 The centre of the universe its throne. 
 
 And O ! what noble thoughts it shall inspire 
 In living souls, in the quick-coming time. 
 
 Awake O Harp ! awake sweet-sounding lyre ! 
 In every country and in every clime. 
 
 THE LEGEND OF EASTER EGGS, 
 
 It is scarcely necessary to mention the sources (where known) 
 of different legends and stories, but the author desires to acknow 
 ledge indebtedness in "The Legend of Easter Eggs" to an article 
 by Miss Rose Porter. 
 
 A sepulchre out of the rock is hewn, 
 
 And all around are plants both rich and rare; 
 
 Nature and Art with lavish hands have strewn 
 
 The choicest flowers whose perfume fills the air. 
 
 The trees in sunshine do their leaves unfold ; 
 
 Not yet the time of fruit ! the promise fair ; 
 But ere the summer end the green and gold 
 
 A beauty shall unfold beyond compare. 
 
 Not one but many birds in shady boughs 
 
 With skilful care have builded each a nest ; 
 
 The warblers daily sing their loving vows, 
 
 Which wafted are by winds both east and west. 
 
 More loud and clear do seem the notes of one, 
 And all the day she trilleth forth her joy ; 
 
 But ah ! about the setting of the sun 
 
 Appeareth that which doth all hope destroy.
 
 For to the sepulchere she seeth brought 
 
 A human form with wounded hands and feet, 
 
 And so e'en to the bird is pity taught, 
 
 As where both earthly love and sorrow meet. 
 
 And oh, what plaintive notes she singeth now ! 
 
 Her notes are full of wailing all night long ! 
 How great must be the grief which could endow 
 
 A happy bird with a so mournful song ! 
 
 Beside her nest she sits until the morn 
 
 Beside her nest of straws, and down and moss ; 
 
 Whoever saw a creature more forlorn ! 
 
 The bird itself, methinks, hath suffered loss ! 
 
 In her deep nest are eggs all snowy white, 
 
 And what they symbolize no tongue can say ; 
 
 How beautiful they are in glowing light, 
 As beautiful as if of colors gay. 
 
 It is not till the resurrection morn 
 
 That the bright song-bird altereth her lay : 
 Now, now is hope, as if but newly born, 
 
 Baptized in gladness that first Easter Day. 
 
 In the sweet light of hope .and joy and love, 
 
 The white eggs glow with yellow, blue and red ! 
 
 The bird now sitting on a branch above, 
 
 Singing as were there nought on earth to dread. 
 
 O bird sing on ! Immortal life is here ! 
 
 The grave is oped, not to be closed again ; 
 Truth hath this legend, of all myths most dear, 
 
 And man's best hope shall never prove in vain ; 
 
 O let the grass, the flowers, the trees rejoice; 
 
 Let universal nature laugh and sing ; 
 Let wilderness and flood lift up their voice, 
 
 And hill and rock with alleluiahs ring. 
 
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 THE CHURCH. 
 
 O city of Almighty God, 
 
 Kingdom most blest ; 
 Thy streets have hosts of martyrs trod, 
 
 Whose feet in Eden rest. 
 
 Old men whose heads are silvery white, 
 
 Whose eyes are dim, 
 Joy in thy palaces of light, 
 
 Thy naming seraphim. 
 
 The city of the living God 
 
 Is their delight ; 
 In hope they walk with staff and rod, 
 
 By faith and not by sight. 
 
 With feeble step, old women too, 
 
 On every street, 
 Each day appear with gladness new 
 
 The King himself to meet. 
 
 Young men and maidens too are there ; 
 
 In peace they walk ; 
 Fair Zion's joys they meekly share, 
 
 And of its glories talk. 
 
 Here cheerful boys and girls abound, 
 
 And glad up-raise. 
 The sweet, the most delightful sound 
 
 Of sacred mirth and praise. 
 
 .O glorious kingdom of the saints ! 
 
 The heart's delight ! 
 Where hunger none, where no one faints, 
 
 Who trusts Jehovah's might. 
 
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 Courageous soldier ! Thou 
 
 Feard'st not life's awful enemy to meet ; 
 Thy captain was the Lord, and thou didst bow 
 
 In homage at his feet. 
 
 He is King of Kings ! 
 
 His kingdom thou with all thy heart didst love ; 
 And toil for Him unsullied glory brings, 
 
 Sceptres and thrones above. 
 
 Faithful shepherd ! Thou 
 
 Didst watch thy Master's fold by night and day 
 By thee the sheep are not defended now 
 
 So dear to him alway. 
 
 Though the workmen die, 
 
 Yet shall the work go on while there is light ; 
 For other laborers, with watchful eye, 
 
 Still labor for the right. 
 
 But a crown I see ! 
 
 A crown of amaranth, and pearls, and light ; 
 It is for him who labors, 'tis for thee ; 
 
 It glitters ! O how bright! 
 
 Thou shalt see the King, 
 
 Arrayed in robes of splendor in the skies, 
 Where choirs angelic sweetest praises sing 
 
 In heav'nly harmonies. 
 
 And thou too shalt join 
 
 With those who out of tribulation came, 
 To celebrate the love and grace divine 
 
 Of Christ, the spotless Lamb. 
 
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 THE NATIVITY. 
 
 Rejoice ! in Christ's nativity rejoice ! 
 
 From Heaven He came ! 
 Be glad ye lowly people of His choice, 
 
 Exalt His name. 
 
 He weareth not a royal crown or robe, 
 Though Lord of all and King of this our globe. 
 
 He is made manifest in " servant's form ;" 
 
 O wondrous strange ! 
 The spotless one is like a "sinful worm ; "- 
 
 How great a change 
 From a so glorious likeness as He had, 
 Where shining thrones adored Him and were glad. 
 
 The little child is wrapped in swaddling bands 
 
 The babe divine. 
 Is there no sign ? No shaking of the lands ? 
 
 There is a sign : 
 Inhabitants of heaven appear below, 
 We hear them sing, our hearts with rapture glow. 
 
 O watchman, watchman, tell us of the night ! 
 
 The morning breaks ; 
 We hope and wait to see the seven -fold light, 
 
 Hell's kingdom shakes ! 
 
 The strongest holds of sin are doomed to fall, 
 When He shall take again His power and reign o'er all. 
 
 Then shall the world the mighty Lord confess, 
 
 And sing His love ; 
 With Light and Truth His servants shall He bless 
 
 Light from above. 
 
 His truth divine throughout all lands shall spread ; 
 The sleepers shall awake, arise from earth the dead ;
 
 And noble trees of righteousness shall stand, 
 
 By every stream ; 
 The desert shall become a beauteous land, 
 
 An Eden seem : 
 
 The very wilderness shall laugh and sing, 
 And every tongue and tribe its grateful homage bring. 
 
 TRUST. 
 
 Our trust is in the Lord of hosts, 
 
 Who holds us in His hand : 
 We heed not therefore Satan's boasts, 
 
 And can his force withstand : 
 Princedoms and powers we dare despise, 
 Through him whose throne's above the skies 
 
 How weak the saints without the Lord ! 
 
 How strong in his great name ! 
 He gives them victory through his word, 
 
 And more than worldly fame : 
 They see their adversary fall, 
 The cross uplifted, high o'er all. 
 
 His people Him most gladly serve ; 
 
 They know no other God ; 
 From precepts they can never swerve 
 
 In which the Apostles trod : 
 Approved with them, they hope to stand 
 With all his " sheep " at His right hand. 
 
 They know in whom they have believed, 
 
 And look to Him alone ; 
 The pledge of life they have received 
 
 'Twas writ on "the white stone;" 
 A shining throne they also claim, 
 By virtue of their blest " new name." 
 
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 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Give to the Lord Jehovah praise, 
 
 Glory and song ; 
 Your voices to His name up-raise, 
 
 To whom belong, 
 For goodness that has crowned our days, 
 
 (Untouched with wrong,) 
 The sweetest service we can give, 
 For by His love alone we live. 
 The hopes and joys to mortals known, 
 
 With blooming peace, 
 The jasper light as from heav'n's throne, 
 
 *And cares' release ; 
 The golden grain from seed long sown, 
 
 The reapers' bliss: 
 For these let joyous anthems rise 
 To Him whose glory fills the skies. 
 For civil freedom in our lands 
 
 In all our gates ; 
 For order's strong protecting hands, 
 
 That Peace creates ; 
 For commerce with its just demands, 
 
 Without opposing fates ; 
 Let men of all estates unite 
 To praise our God with all their might. 
 
 Religion lifts her standard high, 
 
 The blood -red cross ; 
 Her sign is in the western sky, 
 
 And bodes no loss ; 
 For gold to her the lowly fly, 
 
 Gold without dross : 
 
 Their hearts redeemed give thanks and sing 
 To the whole world's Almighty King. 
 
 * i. e. Deliverance from cares.
 
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 tJy righteousness a nation stands, 
 
 A nation blest ! 
 Where freedom strengthens law's demands, 
 
 It is confest, 
 No power on earth its force withstands 
 
 Its fiery test : 
 
 For right and liberty do we 
 Ascribe all praise, O Lord, to Thee. 
 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 Lovely maiden, blithe and gay, 
 Pleasant as a summer's day, 
 Might thy charms n'er pass away ! 
 
 But forms symmetrical and true, 
 When nought is wanting that is due, 
 May be like statues for the view. 
 
 Eyes like glittering stars that shine, 
 And with their lustre light up mine, 
 May some day set as stars decline. 
 
 Tresses thick of beauty rare, 
 Shading snow-white temples fair, 
 May bleach by wan and wasting care. 
 
 Graces fit to grace a throne, 
 Lovely as were ever known, 
 May fade like flowers but newly blown. 
 
 Goodness blooms, and cannot fade ; 
 In her robes you are arrayed ; 
 In the tomb when you are laid, 
 
 
 Though no stone may mark the spot 
 And when by mortals quite forgot, 
 Yet I know you'll perish not.
 
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 LUKE 10: I. 
 
 " The work of righteousness is peace" 
 The work of Christ 'mongst men : 
 
 From heav'n he came to save and bless, 
 And in all hearts to reign. 
 
 Before him John, his herald, came, 
 
 And bade all men repent ; 
 But preached he in his Master's name, 
 
 Till his brief life was spent. 
 
 The Lord himself apostles chose 
 
 To go before his face ; 
 To fear not aught that might oppose 
 
 In any time or place. 
 
 For priests* he chose him sev'nty men, 
 
 Whom he at once ordained, 
 To preach one God, not idols vain, 
 
 With faith and love unfeigned. 
 
 He sent them out by " two and two," 
 
 To publish far and wide, 
 Glad tidings of his cov'nant new 
 
 In blood of his dear side. 
 
 He sent them " two and two " for strength- 
 
 For counsel and for might, 
 Wherever "he himself would come," 
 
 Himself the Life, the Light. 
 
 Let " two by two" go forth to-day, 
 
 As in the early days, 
 His righteousness their white array, 
 
 His smile their sweetest praise.
 
 His cross shall be their precious sign, 
 His truth their greatest good ; 
 
 "The God incarnate, man divine," 
 Shall save men by his blood. 
 
 So praise unceasing to His name, 
 
 As incense shall arise, 
 And from all hearts a sacred flame, 
 
 A loving sacrifice. 
 
 EARTHLY DISAPPOINTMENT. 
 
 Come, sorrow, come ! 
 With thee erstwhile in solitude I lived, 
 And thought myself of earthly goo.d bereaved, 
 
 Regardless of my doom. 
 
 Then I set me down, 
 And all my soul abandoned to despair ; 
 For guests I had but trouble, gloomy Care ; 
 
 Sad Care with dismal frown. 
 
 Vain alluring Hope ! 
 
 I dared not take thy white be-jewelled hand ; 
 I heeded none of thy deceivings bland, 
 
 And would not e'en look up. 
 
 Disappointment stern ! 
 Have I not tried sufficiently thy power ! 
 And must I take thee home, so grim, so sour, 
 
 And hardest lesson learn ? 
 
 Where is now thy sway ? 
 
 By meeting thee I have been made more strong, 
 I hardly fear a conflict to prolong 
 
 From eve to break of day. 
 
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 What if hope be dead ! 
 No lilies will I ever scatter here, 
 Nor roses gay, but yellow leaves and sere, 
 
 Shall strew her narrow bed. 
 
 Lighting hill and vale, 
 A living hope 1 see to heaven aspire, 
 Creating in my soul intense desire, 
 
 A hope that can not fail. 
 
 Joy blooms out again, 
 For this new hope shall never blasted be ; 
 Its full fruition in eternity 
 
 Shall be my glorious gain. 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 One of earth's greatest sons, he walked the earth 
 
 With nought of mortal pride in mien or look ; 
 Where'er he went men recognized his worth, 
 
 As clear as pebbles shining in a brook. 
 Of stature lofty, and of faultless form, 
 
 They turned to look upon him as he passed ; 
 And he could take their very hearts by storm, 
 
 And keep them through all changes to the last. 
 A valiant soldier was he in the fight, 
 
 And a wise counsellor indeed in peace, 
 He followed always, as he saw, the right, 
 
 And every day his joy seemed to increase. 
 The sheep he cared for as a shepherd true, 
 
 Like Him who chose him, after them he went ; 
 His call they heard, his gentle voice they knew ; 
 
 For sheep and lambs his choicest years he spent. 
 How is the mighty fallen ! Yet in peace 
 
 He rests ! from labor rests, but shall arise 
 When morning breaks, and death and darkness cease, 
 
 And bliss and songs awake of Paradise. 
 
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 THE VINE. 
 
 In eastern lands, in sunny climes, 
 
 Luxuriant grows the vine, 
 In present, as in former times, 
 
 Of health and joy the sign. 
 The fruit in tempting clusters grows, 
 
 Of varied size and hue ; 
 The choicest with deep purple glows, 
 
 Most beautiful to view. 
 
 The culture of the grape-vine spread 
 
 To Egypt, Greece and Rome, 
 And every sunny clime, 'tis said, 
 
 Where man had fixed his home. 
 The far-famed hero, ivy-crowned, 
 
 (A deity 'twas feigned,) 
 Made wide the juice of grape, abound, 
 
 Where'er his influence reigned. 
 
 And so, in many an ancient hall, 
 
 Froln gold and emerald cup, 
 A wine to cheer the hearts of all, 
 
 And brighten earthly hope, 
 Was oft expressed from choicest vine, 
 
 Whence came its early name : 
 'Tis foinos, fion, vinum, wein 
 
 The origin the same. 
 
 The butler chief of Egypt's king, 
 
 Told Joseph of his dream ; 
 Of grapes full-ripe well might he sing, 
 
 And of his hope the gleam. 
 The son of Israel bade him stand, 
 
 A servant undismayed ; 
 The jewelled cup put in his hand 
 
 Of wine for Pharaoh made. 
 
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 " The blood of grapes " doth represent 
 
 The wondrous flow of love 
 Of Him who biddeth men repent, 
 
 And mercy find above. 
 He giveth to us His "new wine," 
 
 Precious beyond dispute ! 
 The product of the choicest vine, 
 
 The uncorrupted fruit. 
 
 THE GUELPH SUCCESSION. 
 
 Of Henry, who now needs be told, 
 (Surnamed the Lion) wise and bold, 
 
 The noble Guelphic chief? 
 We honor his illustrious name, 
 All worthy he of greatest fame, 
 His shield untarnished was by shame, 
 
 And bright beyond belief. 
 
 ' ' Go ! bring the helmet Henry wore 
 In battle fierce, in days of yore," 
 
 William the Pious said : 
 " Put in the lots as in an urn, 
 And let my children draw in turn, 
 The strange conditions they may learn, 
 
 And keep when I am dead." 
 
 ' ' One ball shall be of gold alone, 
 Of silver six, such as we own, 
 
 Smooth and of equal size. 
 'Tis both my wish and my decree, 
 Blind-folded my seven sons shall be, 
 And he who draws the gold may see 
 
 What are his destinies."
 
 "The golden lot shall be a sign, 
 That from his house a royal line 
 
 Shall in a future day, 
 Hold firmly a most glorious prize, 
 Bid arts and industries arise, 
 Unfurl its banner to the skies, 
 
 And far extend its sway." 
 
 Of his illustrious line a queen 
 
 A nobler ne'er the world hath seen ! 
 
 Now rules o'er many a land. 
 Such virtues ne'er adorned ^a throne, 
 Through all her realm is justice known, 
 Strange nations her great influence own : 
 
 Long may she yet command ! 
 
 JAPAN. 
 
 Away, away to farthest east : 
 What is there there to see ? 
 
 An island empire great and strong 
 An empire almost free. 
 
 Aroused, she puts forth all her strength, 
 
 And meets a mighty foe ; 
 In every fight the victor proves, 
 
 As all the nations know. 
 
 She cultivates the arts of peace, 
 And rivals western lands : 
 
 Her students even here are found 
 Her progress nought withstands. 
 
 Yet noblest progress is not hers, 
 Though flourishing her fame : 
 
 It lacks the energy and faith 
 
 Which come from highest aim.
 
 THE ARMENIAN MASSACRE. 
 
 See ! horrors upon horrors rise ! 
 
 Calamity hath wings, 
 Which spread, and darken all the skies ; 
 
 But none deliverance brings : 
 Houses are levelled to the ground, 
 And misery and woe abound. 
 
 No safety is for youth or age 
 Women and children fall : 
 
 With cruel hate, with savage rage, 
 The Turks would slay them all. 
 
 With blood the very streets do flow, 
 
 While Havoc hastens to and fro. 
 
 Shall Christian nations stand aloof, 
 And not exert their might, 
 
 While Tyranny with iron hoof, 
 Doth trample down the right ? 
 
 O, in your strength ye nations rise, 
 
 And break the arm that heaven defies ! 
 
 Soon shall the day forever pass, 
 
 When Wrong can rule the world : 
 
 Like vessel made of clay or glass, 
 Unto destruction hurled . 
 
 Shall be the very thrones of sin, 
 
 And justice greatest triumphs win. 
 
 HOME. 
 
 Our land is favored : 'tis our home ! 
 We think of it where'er we roam ; 
 As we return from far-off shore, 
 We say we'll never leave it more. 
 Who has not home has nought of worth, 
 For home indeed is heaven on earth. 
 
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 To-day in every house be joy, 
 With nought to trouble or annoy ; 
 Let all who can, or laugh or sing ! 
 Away, away, all discord fling ; 
 Of envy, be there not a word, 
 And sweetest music there be heard. 
 
 New joys, new hopes to-day up-spring, 
 And good, the very angels bring : 
 Around the hearth or festal board, 
 May pleasures be in plenty poured ; 
 May there be nought except to bless, 
 Abundant peace and happiness. 
 
 THE DUTCHMAN'S EXCUSE. 
 
 The learned judge sat on the bench, 
 And none dared on his rights to trench. 
 
 He called for names 
 Of men to serve on jury -grand, 
 Heedless what they could understand 
 
 Of legal claims. 
 
 One and another made excuse, 
 But mostly found it was no use, 
 
 And had to serve. 
 
 Ere long was heard a Dutchman's name ; 
 The Dutchman looked quite meek and tame, 
 
 And without nerve. 
 
 The judge was stern. Hans heard him say, 
 Excuses we'll not take to-day, 
 
 So you must come. 
 
 " Your honor," said Hans Brinker then, 
 " It vhas too hardt to serve here vhen 
 
 I'm needed home." 
 
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 " For, shudge, you know my vife vhas tedt." 
 " Is that so ? " when the judge had said, 
 
 He showed surprise, 
 
 But added then " Hans, you're excused ; 
 Your grief we cannot see abused." 
 
 So off Hans flies. 
 
 Jahn Ritter left the court-room too, 
 And said, " I'm sorry, Hans, vhor you, 
 
 It vhas too badt ! 
 
 Mine friendt, vhat can I do vhor you ? 
 Your vife vhas tedt ! Oh, is that true? 
 
 You look so sad ! " 
 
 Hans brightened up, and then replied : 
 " Don't tink my bresent vife has diedt : 
 
 She's vhell and strong ! 
 My vife, in Zutphen that I vhedt, 
 For vifteen years she has been tedt ! 
 
 So come along." 
 
 THE MINISTER'S PIANO. 
 
 The good old house the pastor hired, 
 Had more than room enough ; 
 
 And he, quite naturally desired 
 It filled with household stuff. 
 
 Cheap carpets for his rooms he bought, 
 And chairs at second-hand ; 
 
 Also some ornaments he sought, 
 As you will understand. 
 
 His library was rather small, 
 Yet quite well-read was he ; 
 
 Old pictures hung upon the wall 
 I have been there to see. 
 
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 Sometimes he went to auction-rooms, 
 Where was of goods great store : 
 
 Chairs, tables, pitchers, cans and brooms, 
 And I can't say what more. 
 
 Now saw he a piano there, 
 
 He hoped might cheap be sold ; 
 
 A stander-by cried, " I declare, 
 It is as good as gold." 
 
 The auctioneer appeared ere long, 
 
 And offered it for sale : 
 He quickly glanced the crowd among, 
 
 To praise it did not fail. 
 
 The bids from twice five dollars went 
 
 Away up to four-score : 
 The excitement ceased, and not a cent 
 
 Would any offer more. 
 
 Soon it was carted from the place ; 
 
 It is the parson's now : 
 He thinks his drawing-room 'twill grace ; 
 
 'Twill grace it, I allow. 
 
 The keys are loose, as loose can be, 
 
 The wires they jingle so ! 
 But oh ! oh ! oh ! deliver me, 
 
 I cringe from head to toe. 
 
 Poor man ! poor man ! he's just begun 
 
 To learn he's lost his gold, 
 And certainly it is no fun 
 
 For wise men to be " sold." 
 
 There is no music now for him 
 
 Of instrument or voice ; 
 He daily execrates his whim 
 
 His unadvised choice. 
 
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 THE STORY OF ST. CHRISTOPHER. 
 
 There once was a giant, lusty and strong, 
 
 From plains where the Hebrus flows, 
 Of mightiest race, that periods long, 
 
 (How many, there's no man knows,) 
 Had flourished, as did the Anakims old, 
 
 Far-famed for valorous deeds ; 
 Courageous, fierce, but not hastily bold : 
 
 E'en valor discretion needs ! 
 
 The giant had first a heathenish name, 
 
 As nearly all people know, 
 And now you may hear St. Christopher's fame, 
 
 You hear it where'er you go : 
 And this was the name he manfully won, 
 
 And won it to keep for aye, 
 Who carried the Christ, the Virgin's own son, 
 
 As hearts carry Christ to-day. 
 
 The giant served under a powerful king, 
 
 Before whom a minstrel sung ; 
 'Twas like the flapping of seraphim's wing, 
 
 When his tune'ful harp he strung. 
 But if he e'er mentioned Apollyon's name 
 
 The king was shaken with fear ; 
 He chided the minstrel, heaped on him blame, 
 
 And madly brandished his spear. 
 
 " O, fearest thou ? " then St. Christopher said, 
 
 " Say who is greater than thou ? 
 No loneer by thee, O king, I'll be led, 
 
 And here I utter a vow : 
 In city or desert, him I'll obey 
 
 Whose name such terror can lend ; 
 By mountain and flood, by night and by day, 
 
 I'll serve him unto the end." 
 
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 Then off on his journey Christopher went ; 
 
 He scoured the mountains and plains, 
 To do the work on which he was bent 
 
 Foregoing no labor or pains : 
 The giant ere long hosts terrible saw, 
 
 A glorious king in command, 
 Whose word was a sure and fiery law, 
 
 No foe could ever withstand. 
 
 Then quailed the prince of the powers of the air 
 
 In every sinew and nerve ; 
 With fear in the leader, who would dare 
 
 Beneath his banner to serve ? 
 Whatever their strength, whatever their boast, 
 
 With courage ever so great, 
 They'd dread to encounter so mighty a host, 
 
 A host defiant of Fate. 
 
 
 The giant himself great progress had made, 
 
 For gain not caring, or loss ; 
 But when he saw his great master dismayed 
 
 Before the lifted-up cross 
 (The cross as it shone in the heav'ns on high,) 
 
 He gave up hope of the fight : 
 His leader yields to the king of the sky, 
 
 Who liveth forever in light. 
 
 St. Christopher's heart now turned him away 
 
 Towards him his captain so feared ; 
 He sought him by night as well as by day, 
 
 Where'er his standard appeared. 
 A work of charity he must perform, 
 
 For children, women and men : 
 " Yon stream take them over in calm or in storm 
 
 Then haste to cross it again. 
 
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 He soon on his shoulders took up a child, 
 
 And plunged in the swelling tide ; 
 The river was dark and the storm was wild ; 
 
 But never the faithful guide 
 Gave up either courage, or faith, or love, 
 
 Though almost ready to sink ; 
 The weight increased till he scarcely could move 
 
 Before he had reached the brink. 
 ' O child, who art thou ?" then Christopher asks ; 
 
 " O child, who art thou ? I say." 
 Of all the most trying, wearisome tasks, 
 
 Like his there was none that day. 
 " Thou carriest Christ," then the child replied ; 
 
 " O man, thou art blest indeed : 
 They never can sink who in Me confide 
 
 In Me, in their time of need." 
 Again, yet again, he flung his arms out ; 
 
 His strength was greatly increased, 
 A host on the shore set up a glad shout 
 
 The greatest down to the least. 
 The waves he has passed, and has gained the strand 
 
 Then worships the Child as King : 
 To march, he is ready at His command, 
 
 And honor to Jesus bring. 
 
 EASTER. 
 
 An Irixh Let/end. 
 
 The peasants of fair Munster early rise, 
 And through the mists they w atch the bright'ning skies, 
 
 On Easter day. 
 
 They shout soon as they see the ruddy glow 
 Of smiling heavens, while all the earth below 
 
 Is bright and gay ; 
 
 And while a thousand feathered warblers sing 
 And upward fly with quick and tireless wing. 
 
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 But still the peasants look with longing eye 
 They watch ere yet the sun hath mounted high, 
 
 To see him turn. 
 
 *Then three times turneth he right round and round, 
 And floods of light o'er hill and vale abound, 
 
 On lake and bum : 
 
 There is no other day throughout the year, 
 When glory so transcendent doth appear. 
 
 A grand old prophet was there once who said, 
 
 That seven days' light o'er all the earth should spread 
 
 On one great day : 
 
 O ! on that bright and joyful Easter morn, 
 E'en tens of thousands who are yet unborn 
 
 Shall sing a lay, 
 
 Such as on earth was never heard before ; 
 And Wrong shall hide his head for evermore. 
 
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