THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES Through Field and Fallow BY JEAN HOOPER PAGE 1897 96 Queen Street London F. TENNYSON NEELY, PUBLISHER 1 14 Fifth Avenue New York COPYRIGHTED IN THE UNITED STATES AND GREAT BRITAIN IN MDCCCXCVII BY F. TENNYSON NEKLf All rights reserved. 1=5 Co 3 fcebtcatc tl^is little 759817 fy lor>eb my worthless rhymes, cmb like a frtcnb IPouIb f tnb out something to commenb. Coroley. Contents. Under the Trees, 13 Reveries, - 15 The Ebbing Tide, 1 7 Kindness, - 2 1 Baby's Bedtime, 23 Compensation, 25 A Requiem, 27 A Firelight Fancy, 29 The Cry of a Soul, 33 A Rose, 37 The Shadow of the Hills, 39 Adoration, 41 Ghosts, 43 Optimism, 47 Which? 49 God Bless Thee, ... 53 CONTENTS. A Picture, 55 Hope, 59 Life and a Day, 61 Death of the Old Year, 63 Because I Love Her So, 65 An Old Fashioned Garden, 67 The Sea of Life, 71 I Deem it Well, 73 Easter Morn, - 77 Bye-Low, 79 Omnipresence, 81 The Lullaby, - 85 A Vision, 87 The Valley of Silence, 89 So Much, - 93 I Love You, ... 95 The Old Church Bell, - 97 Serenade, - - - 101 The Flag, - - -103 Contentment, ... 107 'Tis Ever So, - - 109 CONTENTS. My Love and I, 1 1 1 Other Days, - 113 Psalm CXXI, 117 A Fragment, - - 121 The Tryst, 123 Alone, 125 My Baby's Prayer, 129 My Ship, 131 The Autumn Wind, 133 Memory, 137 To a Friend, - 139 Separation, 141 Christ's Appeal, - - 143 The Way of Life, - - 147 Love's Devotion, 151 Why Weep, - - 153 The End of Day, - - 155 Under the I rees. NDERthe boughs of the sheltering trees, Under the sky's warm blue, Charmed by the songs of birds and bees, I was reading with you. Under the waves of the billowy trees, Drifting the sweet day through, Our crafts went sailing o'er many seas ; I was dreaming with you. Under the dark of the balmy trees, Forgotten by, forgetting too, The world with its many wiles and pleas, I was happy with you. Under the shade of the whispering trees, Under the sky's deep blue, Heedless of all, e'en the summer's breeze, Here would I rest with you. ReVeries ^OFT, flick'ring shadows come and go 7 In the haze of a dim old room, Bright embers light, with tender glow, A face within the gloom. Reveries tender, memories sad Their fanciful shadows play Upon sweet eyes, not bright nor glad, That weep for a bygone day. A promised vow, a life mistaken, A far-off love of old, A broken heart, so soon forsaken, And the story rests untold. The Ebbing Tide. SHIP sailed out on the Stream of Life, A frail and fragile bark ; 'Twas tossed and rocked in endless strife And plowed the waters dark. It sailed throughout the stretch of years Upon a shoreless sea; Its guide was Grief, with many tears, A joy was not to be. Alas ! it met a friendly sail Upon a hapless day, But soon 'twas lost amid the gale And all hope passed away. It plowed the waters of Life's stream And mourned that it should be A wretched bark without a gleam Upon Life's sobbing sea. THE EBBING TIDE. Thus tossed upon a ruthless wave It sank where it began, And all was lost within the grave, And thus the life of man. But when the ebbing tide comes in,- And this must surely be, Then will this Ship's true life begin Upon God's shoreless sea ! Kindness. jASTEN to love, be ever kind, Remember not a wrong. The day is past, the night is come, And life itself's not long. 21 Baby Bedtime 'HE drowsy bedtime comes too soon And keeps my babe from play ; The sun is gone, and now the moon Peeps down on dim old day. " My little girl, the day is done, Come, put your doll away, The sandman's work is now begun, There's no more time for play." She gently sighs a sweet " Goodnight," While I my vigils keep, The little eyes have lost their light, " He giveth His beloved sleep." Compensation. O LIFE is born without its good, If all who erred but understood To do as only conscience would. No road so long without an end, No heart so sore but has a friend, No grief so deep but time will mend. No battle fought but ends in peace, No tears are shed that will not cease, No soul is bound without release. No night so long but comes the day, No hour so dark but there's a ray Of light to smooth life's turbid way. Then let us grasp while yet we can The great redemption offered man In God's eternal, endless plan ! equiem LOW ! ye summer winds, blow ! Over fair fields where violets grow, Wafting their fragrance soft and sweet Where the earth and heavens meet, Where waving grass and lillies grow. Blow! ye summer winds, blow! Blow! ye winter winds, blow! Over the crest of drifting snow, Over the depths of its pitiless deep, Where my loved one lies asleep, Under the earth, so cold, so low. Blow! ye winter winds, blow! Firelight Fancy. the trials of life shall cease, dear, And all the night be day, We then can hope for peace, dear, With nothing to do but play. When the sun forgets to shine, dear, And sin is stranded low, My heart may rest with thine, dear, For then there will be no woe. When time doth slacken its pace, dear, And birds forget their song, We then can give up the race, dear, For right will conquer wrong, When life is a golden dream, dear, And sorrow has drifted away, Then there will be no theme, dear, But happiness all the day. 29 A FIRELIGHT FANCY. But this I read in the flame, dear, It is even too sweet to say, To-morrow will be the same, dear, As long as there is a to-day. he Cry of a )oul. V RT Thou " the Way, the Truth, the Life," Saviour, Christ Divine ? Stretch out Thy hand, pray end this strife And tell me I am Thine. Teach me the road, the upward way, That leads to realms of bliss ; My soul is tossed, I cannot pray. Is there no way but this ? I cannot see, the Truth is dim. O God ! if I am Thine, Pray let me know the Truth from Him, The light of love divine ! O Heavenly Pity ! where is Life? My heart cries out to Thee ; The world grows dark with troubles rife; Ah ! God, I cannot see ! 33 THE CRY OP A SOUL. The end is come, I dare not doubt, Thou art the God of Light ! Let me be firm within, without, That day may follow night. Thou art the Way, the Truth, the All ! Forgive me, Saviour mine, I shall not faint, nor shall I fall, For I am wholly Thine ! 35 >e. , when thou gav'st this rose to me It was my heart's fair shrine. Its every fragrance spoke of thee And whispered thou wert mind. Now, when I look upon this rose That memory bids me keep My aching heart with anguish throes, I bow my head and weep. 37 The Shadow of the Hills. |HE light of day is dying fast, Dim shadows gather deep and vast. My years have reached the yellow sere, The wintertime of life is here, And soon my heart will rest from ills Beneath the shadow of the hills. On through mists of the valley I go, Dreaming of springtime long ago, And then the summer of vanished years, A Garden of Life, so wet with tears ; But no regret when God fulfills My rest beside those silent hills, I stand in far-off mists of age, And storms may blow and tempests rage, No lapse of time, no passing years Can reach me now, nor shallow tears. I've gained the peace God's law fulfills Beneath the shadow of the hills! 39 gVdoration. To E. O. OSES and daffodils all in a row, Kissed and caressed by zephyr's blow And summer winds that softly pass, Bow their heads to the waving grass. Lillies and violets all in a row, Woo'd by rains and rivers' flow, And birds sweep low, as on they fly, To whisper a song, a sweet good-bye. But roses, lillies and daffodils grow, And rivers glide and birds sing low, Each for the other. Ah ! this is true, But they live and flow and sing for you! Ghost; HERE are many ghosts in the lives of men, More than we care to know; The ghosts of failure, in memory's ken, And the ghosts of long ago ; The ghosts of dead, forgotten days And dreams that never die; Into their depths we backward gaze And long for joys gone by. There are the ghosts of " might have beens " And ghosts of unkind deeds, The ghosts of unforgotten sins Of omission and of creeds. There's the ghost of a life beyond recall Where we played so poor a part, And ghosts of friends laid under the pall Where death hath stilled the heart. 43 GHOSTS. Out of the past to the gates of Forever This ghostly train will flow, But into the land where love is, ever, These ghosts shall never go ! Opti imism. HE rich, the poor, the high, the low, Each have their share of sorrow, And those that smile the most to-day May weep the most to-morrow. And thus content we all should be To silence brooding sorrow ; Although we weep the most to-day, We'll smile again to morrow! 47 Which? N afternoon In Leafy June, A lawn in all its splendor, A dainty maid, Within the shade, Whose eyes are soft and tender A pot of tea And cups for three Make up this charming picture. Though two's allowed And three's a crowd, Just one should be a fixture. A look I'd prize From those dear eyes Beyond all earthly measure ; A glance benign Of love divine Would be ecstatic pleasure. 49 WHICH ? She gives to me A cup of tea, Her look grows soft and mellow, When O mischance; The self-same glance She gives the other fellow ! God Bless I hee! OD watch thee, dear, where'er thou go, Through all the toilsome day, And in the lull of night's soft glow, God keep thee still, I pray. While in the turmoil of thy life, God keep thee, undefiled, Nor let thy strength fail in its strife, For thou art God's own child. Through joy, my dear, or bitter woe, Though skies are dark or fair, Where'er thy wandering feet may go, God bless thee, everywhere ! 53 Picture. JN twilight's lone and peaceful dreams, ' Before the darkness falls, Just when the glimmering, failing day Casts pictures on the walls, There is a world of shadows When thoughts reach out o'er space; Tis then through the depths of silence I see your fair, sweet face. A face with laughing eyes divine, A voice I almost hear, So near it seems, a whisper breathes, Of love still sweet and dear. Ah me ! that unforgotten face, Dim-pictured on the wall, Awakes within my weary soul A life beyond recall ! 55 A PICTURE. Ah Love ! that gray and lonely waste Stretched out 'twixt you and me, That I must traverse day and night For years and years to be ! Dear pictured face upon the wall, Through all these grieving years The light of love within your eyes Shall lead me through my tears. And when, through grief, my longing heart Has found its wonted rest, A deathless love shall satisfy My heart upon your breast. 'Tis dust to dust, so life decrees, Where soul from soul shall part ; But, though unseen by vision dim, We know 'tis heart to heart ! 57 Hope. E STAND by the gate of Many Things And wait for the latch to rise ; Our hearts grow sick, but still we wait Till Life within us dies ! 59 Life and a Day. life is like a summer's day. The bright, fresh morn is life begun ; 'Tis budding childhood's guiltless play Before the joy of peace is done. The sun climbs up life's ceaseless hill, Too long it tarries in its stay, Upon the height of manhood's ill, The noontide heat of life's midday. At last the sun's faint ray declines While day wanes, calm, serene and slow ; A gentle breath from heaven's confines Wafts downward, soft and low, And whispers of the twilight gray, Yet tells of peace, with gentle breath, As lingering day and life's last ray Are lost in shades of death. 61 Death of the Old year. H ! Old Year, you are dying ! The hours are swiftly flying ; Old Father Time stands by to hold you fast; Regret with all its sighing Clings round you while you're dying. Too late ! E'en now you're numbered with the past. Ah ! Old Year, you are dying! Amid life's moan and sighing And tears for days that might have been less sad. So, Old Year, midst the crying, Where you now lie a-dying, Time takes you and the woes that you have had. Because I L^oVe Her. tN waving green of dewy grass j r And morning's tender glow, I fondly wait to see her pass, Because I love her so. Then in the noon of summer-land, Where sweetest flowers blow, I loiter there to press her hand, Because I love her so. And when the moon's caressing gleam Shines down on life below, It sees me kiss my living dream, Because I love her so! n OlcUFashioned Garden Y N old-fashioned garden Stands back from the road In a quaint little village serene, Where life and its worries Come not to molest In this old-fashioned garden so green. And oft' in my dreams, Fond memory wends Its way to that peaceful abode Where lillies and roses In modesty grow, In this garden 'way back from the road. 'Tis there my beloved one, Lost joy of my youth, In this old-fashioned garden serene, Lies sweetly at rest In God's quiet sleep, In a grave grown so tenderly green. AH OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN. And when all life's lessons Are faithfully learned And I pass from this life's troubled scene. Oh ! there may I rest With the love of my youth In this old-fashioned garden so green. 1 he Sea of Life. ;7 'HE world seems but a pathless sea ^ Wherein men lose their way And drifting on they " gang-aglee " And oft'times pass the bay. There is a path though hard to find; Its ways are dim and lead afar, But still 'tis there, that all mankind May reach the harbor bar ! 7 1 I Deem It Well. | DEEM it well, to live and be I An atom in this worldly sphere, A fragment, that may breathe and see, And laugh, and love, and hope and fear, Ah, yes ! we're friends, and ask not why, Brief Life and I ! I deem it much, in wanton wiles To bask, and linger in love's ways, To summer in its glorious smiles, Where joy shall crown its happy days, Ah, yes ! 'tis sweet, we ask not why, My Heart and I ! I deem it more to suffer wrong Yet steadfast stand in faith secure, To give no cry nor ask how long, But trust the soul to reach the shore, Ah, yes ! there's a hope to gratify, My Faith and I ! 73 IT WELL. I deem it all, to gain that crown Beyond this misty vale of tears, Where life's great burdens are laid down, So far beyond earth's darksome fears, Ah, yes ! there's joy to glorify, My Soul and I ! 75 fyl orn. ( HE Christ, our King, our Saviour born, Is risen from the dead ! Let joy go forth this Easter morn And crown His saintly head. He lived, He suffered, and He died To set the sinbound free, And for the wounds in that dear side, Oh ! may this worship be ! For our dear Saviour, Christ and King, Our Heavenly hope to-day, Let hearts and souls in chorus sing " He wipes all tears away." Arise ! ye children of the King, Let God's glad world rejoice, Let anthems rise, and peal and ring, In one grand glorious voice ! 77 Oye-LvoW. I WINGING they go, in the rocking chair, * Heigho ! bye-low ! The mother rocks with tender care And softly croons love's sweetest air To baby dear, in the rocking chair : Heigho ! bye-low ! Swinging, swaying, together they go. Heigho ! rock slow ! Cooing, cuddling, swing to and fro ! Forgetful of all or whither they go But off to the land of dreams, I know. Heigho ! rock slow ! Drowsily rocking, with gentlest sway. More slow ! speak low ! Kind sleep has kissed those eyes of gray, The weary babe has left the day To wake in dreamland far away ! So slow ! speak low ! 79 Omnipresence, UT of the mortal the soul takes its flight And leaves but the dust to battle with night. A just God of all, eternal, supreme, Whose love is all filling, whose hate is a dream, Ne'er thought of His likeness in grieving or woe, Nor planned in creating that it should be so. His life is all life, 'tis here upon earth, Our death is not all that gives His life birth; 'Tis with us forever, since all time began His truth is eternal, His life is in man. O children of God ! ye sheep of His fold, His love is all changeless, its bounds are untold. Si OMNIPRESENCE. And when at the end earth's dim shadows fall, Remember that through life, death and all, Our God and our Saviour is ever at hand, " The light that never was on sea or land" But in us and with us, forever our friend, Our All from beginning with never an end ! And then when this mortal sinks into that sleep While others by, who know not, and weep, We'll awake in His likeness as it was foretold, And know that all life and time as it rolled Was God and of God, below and above, His life was our spirit, the heart of it, Love. The L/ullaby. wail of the babe grows soft and low, Caressed by tender tunes, Gently the sound waves to and fro As the mother rocks and croons. And I sit near in a lonely room Brooding o'er cares of life ; But the shadow lifts from off the gloom When I think of my babe and wife ! >ion. VISION of velvet, ruffles and lace, A cluster of curls, a bonnie sweet face, With lips so red and tresses so brown ; My captured heart at once bowed down. A vision of loveliness, rarest of grace, It led me on in the maddest chase ; Sweet smiles she wore like a glorious crown. Is it strange to you that my heart bowed down ? Oh ! vision of beauty ! Sorriest plight ! My heart was lost in the darkest night. All smiles for others, for me a frown ; No wonder my poor crushed heart bowed down ! 1 he Valley of ilence Ir\ Rert\err\brai\ce of a Little Ct\ild. through the Valley of Silence, The voiceless Valley of Death, Into a calm, still country Where comes no mortal breath, Beyond all toil and weeping, Beyond earth's darksome night, Beyond the mists and shadows, Into the glorious light. No weary years of sorrow there, No storms, for the wind is still, Night speedeth away, the day is there Beyond all fear of ill. Here in this Valley of Silence The Shepherd watcheth His sheep, Folding them close to His bosom, 41 He giveth His loved ones sleep." THE VALLEY OF SILENCE. Down in this voiceless Valley, Where all is undefiled, There walks the kingly Shepherd, And by His side a child ! Before the morning reached the noon, Before Life's shadows crept Upon this pure and sinless soul, God kissed her and she slept ! She slept ! ah, yes ! but to awake Through peace to light upon His breast "Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest." A little while, and we shall be In that voiceless Valley of Sleep, And a little hand shall lead us on Where the Shepherd folds His sheep. >o O much to hope, P So much to fear, So little to repay; So much of pain, So much in vain, So little of life's day! So much to do, So much to be, So little ever done; So much we try, So much we sigh, Our little life is run. 93 ou. U L.S. P. LOVE you, dear, with heart so true, That all you say and all you do Is absolute perfection. Your will is law, your wish is mine, Your gentle ways my heart entwine In tenderest subjection. If life is love and all the rest, And yours were mine, I would be blest In such a sweet affection. I'll love you, dear, through all my years; Although there may be other dears With you in retrospection ! 95 The Old Church Bell. ( HE ringing peal of the old church bell Chimes out from grave to gay ; Its every tone Life's stories tell As it rings from day to day. It peals for joys of loved ones dear, For " Peace on earth, good will to men," And sweetly says to all, " Draw near And love the Saviour born to men." Its merry chimes, so glad and clear, Have rung for the fair young bride And told the world of love so dear, Where to walk side by side. It tenderly calls the lambs to the fold, Where the Shepherd loves His sheep, And sings its songs to young and old, And some live on while others sleep. THE OLD CHURCH BELL. But saddest strain of yonder bell, Though tolled so many times, 'Twas when it moaned her last farewell, And she rests beneath its chimes. Toll on, sweet bell, f orevermore ! Life's story ends with thee; Her knell will moan at my heart's door 'Til thou dost toll for me I 99 Serenade. HE silent stars sweet vigils keep, Their tender gleams watch o'er thy sleep Though night winds moan ! While I stand near thy lattice wide And long to be close by thy side, My love ! My own ! And now the moon, with loving gleams, Shines down on thy sweet peaceful dreams, My heart doth moan ! Alas! the moon heeds not my cry, And takes the kiss for which I'd die, My love ! My own ! lor The Fl, lag. To tt\e Daughters of tl\e Revolutioi\. !HE Stars and Stripes forever shall wave, ^ A symbol of freedom, glory and might, A token of peace that our forefathers gave Of a victory won for a God-given right. Not honors they sought, nor life's shallow fame, Nor glory, nor hope of renown ; They battled for God, their country's fair name, And the flag that never came down ! Ah ! heroes, sleep on, your rest is well won, Your glory ends not in the grave ; Above the brave hearts, whose battles are done, The star-spangled banner shall wave ! 103 THE FLAG. Down through the ages from sire to son, It has waved in its glorious folds; The flag of that freedom our forefathers won Is the flag that our love still upholds ! On, on, shall it go with the passing of years, In triumph and glory unfurled, An emblem upborne by a great nation's cheers Proclaiming our peace with the world. All hail to it, daughters ! Arise in our day, Let anthems resound and loud paeans ring ! To this Flag of the Free our tribute we'll pay And join in the praises a nation will sing! 105 Contentment. O DO our duty, whatever our lot, '< S^ Therein lies peace of mind. We struggle and strive for what we've not, Yet no content we find. We climb the ladder of shadowy fame, Fainting, we reach the top ; And reached at last, we've gained a name, Tho' not content to stop. We're searching in vain for sweet content In a path that knows it not. We cannot think, 'tis time misspent In seeking a worldly lot. Then do our duty, whatever the part Has life for us defined ; The land of Content is a dutiful heart Attuned to a peaceful mind. 107 Ti o. MUST forget those dear, dead days Of life's fair, glorious morn, Where all was wrapt in love's sweet haze, Nor dreamed of life's cruel thorn. We must forget what cannot be ; 'Tis always and forever so, The joys that make us glad and free Are those that work our woe ! 109 L/oVe and I. Y LOVE and I together, Roamed o'er fair field's of heather, One summer day, so many years ago. We strayed in lands of flowers, Were lost in dreamland bowers, That day, when life with joy did overflow. In reveries sad to-day, When life is old and gray, Its memory comes, a vivid afterglow. Oh ! hasten that day to be, When I, from bondage free Shall meet my love, and we each other know. Then love and I, together In God's fair fields of heather, May live again that day of long ago ! in Other Days. [HERE comes a time to all, I know, A sad and dreary hour, When fleeting pleasures here below Will lose their seeming power. Then wistful eyes, all dimmed with woe And streaming fast with tears, Look backward, as we onward go, To joys of other years. We onward press, and upward climb Life's rough and rugged ways, Yet hope to find again in time The peace of other days. Upon the height of some far hill We stand and backward gaze, And dimly see through present ill The love of other days. OTHER DAYS. But when Life's sun sinks 'neath the sea, Our faces toward the west, Ah ! then we'll know and then we'll see That days to come are best. Psalm CXXI. t LIFT up mine eyes to the hills, 71 " Whence cometh help to me. Help ever cometh from the Lord, Who bids all sorrow flee. He will not let thy foot be moved ; His guiding eye ne'er slumbers He watcheth thee and keepeth thee And all earth's countless numbers. Behold ! He that keepeth Israel Shall slumber not nor sleep. The Lord the Keeper of the fold, Shall watch His erring sheep. Within the shadow of this Rock No evils come nor blight; The sun shall smite thee not by day, Nor e'en the moon by night. 117 PSAL/^ CXXI. The Lord shall keep thee from all harm, He shall preserve thy soul. No evil thing can come to thee Tho' sorrow's tempests roll. He shall preserve thy going out, Thy coming in. Ah ! sure, From this time forth He watcheth thee, And e'en forevermore. 119 Frament. death, not life, I ever ask To heed my cry of pain, For what can life give unto me, What gift in life is gain? No gift can life give unto me Like death has borne away, So life is but a biding place Until death's perfect day I 121 The Tryst. J THE fragrance of the meadow I sit and calmly wait And bide my time in dreaming Till the clicking of the gate. In the soothing, peaceful quiet Of the clover-scented lea I wait the coming sunshine That my sweetheart brings to me. Ah ! now I hear her cheery voice ; My heart with joy elate Beats high. My sweetheart's coming ! I hear the clicking gate ! The fragrance of the meadow grass, The clover-scented lea Have lost their charms she's here at last, The whole wide world to me ! I2 3 one. LONE to-night, and without thee, My life, a moan of despair. No friends ; the four walls about me Resound with my agonized prayer. The hours rush by in their flurry, The night hastens on with its woe, Each milestone is passed, in Time's hurry And gloom nestles closer and low. Oh ! for thy arms to enfold me, Close, very close, to thy heart ; The tones of thy dear voice to hold me And my prayer to be answered in part. Pray, give me that glorious hour Of love, so sweet, divine! Oh ! path of thorns, is there no flower, No rose, for such love as mine ? 12 5 ALONE. Outstretched arms and radiant eyes, These beacon lights may shine On other lives, but fate denies That they shall beam on mine. . If thou wert waiting for me somewhere With the love that thou couldst give, I would willingly die in my despair And deem it naught to live. A life with thee ? Such perfect joy ! Oh ! happiness without cost, A paradise with no alloy And life itself well lost ! 127 Baby's Prayer. HEN night comes down in dark array, My little child so tired with play, Kneels gently by my side to pray, Her little head, bowed low in love O'er little hands ; ah ! pure white dove, And prays to her dear Lord above, That he may every sin forgive And teach her how to purer live, So her sweet life may kindness give. How strange it seems, this child in white Should ask to have forgiven quite A soul so spotless pure and bright ! 129 hip. T WATCHED my ship sail out to sea, r Sail out on the joyous main. Now it sails silently back to me Burdened and fraught with pain ! The Autumn Wind. HE wailing of the autumn wind Is cold and drear ; The past and thou art so entwined In sounds I hear. Wild melodies its meanings play Upon my heart ; Its mournful tones forever say, "We dwell apart." Through shallow mist and weeping rain, My wistful eyes Look out across life's dreary plain, And all hope dies. Grief lurks within the autumn waves, So sad and drear, And mourns around earth's hallowed graves. Canst thou be here? 133 THE AUTUMN WINDS. The soughing of the moaning pines Seems to sigh A requiem o'er these sacred shrines, Where all must lie. The woeful cry of my heart's unrest Must answered be. O wailing winds, with sorrow pressed Pray comfort me ! 135 Memory, how fair thou art, The ever sunshine of my heart ! Time, with its wage of weal and woe, With thee as mine, can be no foe ; Thou art of life its keynote tone, Of shallow earth its corner stone. From out dim shades of our dead past, Wrapped in the sheaf which thou hold'st fast, Naught can be garnered from its alloy But purest flowers of peace and joy. O, soothing friend of solitude, Companion piece in every mood! I lock thee closely in my breast, And in thy peace find sweetest rest ! 137 1 o a r riend. A. B. f\'.K. HOU art a part of life to me, Sweet friend of mine ; Love's faithful trust I give to thee, My heart is thine ! I met thee, dear, and loved thee well, Fair guiding soul ! And will, while life its woes shall tell With ceaseless roll. With aching breast I've gone to thee, And knew thy heart Would calmly soothe and bide with me, So true thou art ! And when afar to love's abode Our souls shall fly Together, may we tread that road Just thou and I. 139 leparation. dream, that never shall be fulfilled, w 6 Dear voice, that death forever hath stilled, Canst thou not tell from thy far off place When I shall see thee, face to face? Canst thou not say when life shall cease, And I, be wrapped in the robe of peace, And this poor broken heart of mine, Be bathed in the glory of light divine ? Must I abide forever here, With naught to love, no hope to cheer ? And the silence of death 'twixt thee and me, As deep as the depths of Eternity's sea ! 141 Christ's Appeal. T the gate of thy heart I meekly stand, Pleading for love by My pierced hand. How long, how long, must I stand and wait For gentle love to open that gate ? Is there no place, no room for Me, Where I can come and bide with thee, And live within thy heart's embrace And succor thee and give thee grace ? child of Mine ! thy time is brief, 1 come to thee to calm thy grief And beg that thou with gentle love Will welcome Me from God above. I come to thee, O child of Mine, With heart of love and soul divine, To dwell within thy heart's abode And lift from thee life's heavy load. CHRIST'S APPEAL. I stand without thy gate and knock, And offer shelter by that rock Where I, thy Saviour, died for thee. O child of Mine, pray welcome Me 1 '45 The \Vay of Life. UR way of life Is fraught with strife From dawn to the end of night ; But growling and fret Havn't straightened things yet Why not make life better and bright? The uphill work We must not shirk ; Life cannot go as we will. If all this earth Was naught but mirth, We would growl and grumble still. What's lost, alack ! Will not come back, For the darkness and the gloom With troubles rife Are part of life And woven in History's loom. '47 THE WAY OF LIFE. Sorrow and woe Must come, you know. Let us meet them staunch and true; Let love invade The furrows made By the cares of a whole life through. 149 LoYe's DeVotion. f'D TOIL across life's weary way And slowly climb its rugged hill; On, on I'd press from day to day Through evil strife and ceaseless ill ; I'd echo laughter's joy no more And banish every happy dream; I'd give my all and ne'er deplore The sacrifice of just esteem ; I'd do all this, aye, this and more, With cheerful heart and joyous glee, If I might live love's sweet dream o'er And thou, my love, couldst come to me ! VOhy \\)eep. HEN life and its sorrows are ended And the toil of a friend's day is done, Let joy with your grieving be blended For the goal that at last has been won. How little we dream of what's hidden Or concealed in the heart of a friend; Perhaps Death was welcome, aye bidden, And greeted with joy at the end. Mayhap there was some secret sorrow Buried deep in this sweetest of souls, That hailed nothing glad with the morrow Nor while Time to Eternity rolls. So blest be that great day of ending; Why weep bitter tears o'er a grave Where Peace its sweet perfume is lending In death, what in life it ne'er gave? 153 |HE day draws gently to a close And dons its mantle of gray ; The sun's last rays have kissed the rose, Dusk has caressed the day. The gentle hush of night's deep peace Softly falls where shadows play ; Dusk's last glimmering light will cease When night has kissed the day. 155 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. I Form L9-100m-9,'52(A3105)444 UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY AA 000121222 4