UC-NRLF $B 27 TDE ^roiit >jeu^e x>oa CM ro o Wt^e. ^e^VV Hf'^^l'Ve GIFT OF -4 ^^\ ' M " ., U^ c. JUU.- ^" c._;o«Jear Hushand, Bert Copyrighted 1920. I need not build a great monument of stone To tell the world of your passing, For your clean noble life to all is known And is a monument everlasting; But to thee my heart is an altar of love, And O, may I live so truly. That my life may be counted worthy above To be a monument to thee. And tho the way be long, in God I trust, And I will be brave, — I can be patient, knowing God is just. And I do look beyond the grave. Into that Shekinah where you have passed ; And tho the way is dark and stormy — 'Twill be calm in peace and love at last, When I find you waitir^g for me. 41G788 • • •• • • • . • • jFtom %tmt to Soul Come journey with me from Sense to Soul, Along this age-worn road well known, That begins by circling False Pleasure's Knoll Where all wild oats are sown; And then leads down into the Valley of Despair, . Yes, 'tis dark — but do not fear, — And here let's drop some of these burdens of care ; Now look up and dry your tear! See the tree in the sunlight on yon mountain range, That is towering into the skies? From sorrow to joy our road will change. When we reach that tree which never dies. In its cool shade we'll rest beside a clear stream — And then in green pastures we'll wander; Ever climbing up and beyond earth's false dream, O let's haste to where joy awaits us yonder! Come — let's not look back, but up and on. While climbing toward our sunlit goal — As the butterfly wings out in the rosy dawn, So let's wing on from Sense to Soul. As the butterfly wings from his old shell, Out into the boundless blue — Never fearing, never doubting that all is well, Gladly leaving the old for the new — So let's wing on toward our sunlit goal, Out into the realm of mind ; Rejoicing we'll journey from Sense to Soul, Gladly leaving the old behind. On and up into fairer, purer skies, Beyond earth's din and strife. Into the spiritual creation that never dies — Into the realization of eternal life; Leaving behind worldly cares and pleasures. With their sin, death and tear; Seeking and finding those spiritual treasures. That banish every doubt and fear: Treasures that hold no taint of sadness. Ever brightening the way to our immortal goal — While, as a newly freed butterfly wings away in glad- ness, We wing on our way from Sense to Soul. ©trrltttg 3ffalfif l^imsnria 2CnnU Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/fromsensetosoulOOfaubr[ch Many are they who follow the roads, That lead down into town — Some prefer to go over the hill, While others had rather go round. Some would follow the main highways, Few seek the rugged trails — Old Folk love the shady byways, Bold youth the ocean sails. But all these roads lead somewhere, Unlike the one I take — It leads on from year to year, With only an occasional break. Snow streams again in the hills are falling. And I'll soon be on my way, For I hear the voice of the Red Gods calling, And I leave this burg today. Put some jingle in your jeans, Come follow my road with me — Not always thru pleasant scenes, And it may lead you o'er the sea. Foul weather or fair, we've never a care, How the old world wags — If you love fresh air, we'll make a jolly pair. In our old gypsy rags. We'll take no thought for the tomorrow, What we shall eat, drink or wear — Trouble is a thing we refuse to borrow, On any road — to anywhere. Our road has an e'er vanishing goal, Our Eldorado is just 'over there'; And we may land at the cold north pole, Or else at — God knows where ! mbtn a IBoDp jFtom l^ome 3 9@eet As thru the many far lands I roam — The East, the North, the West— My heart ever yearns for dear old home, Down in the land I love best. Tho many fine folks I often meet, It does my heart more good When a body from back home I greet — For 'tis then I'm understood. Tho we meet in burning desert sands, Or while climbing the snowy peak, I know that he is from southern lands, The moment I hear him speak. And listening to the dear familiar droll, It seems I feel the balmy breeze. As again under southern skies I stroll, Wandering at twilight thru great old trees. Again I see fields of swaying white, Down where the cotton blossoms grow; And thru the stillness of the moonlit night, I hear the strumming of an old banjo. O, 'tis the sweetest music I know : The hooing owl and baying hound, And darkies singing, soft and low, "Massa's in de col', col' ground." And my heart ever yearns for Dixie Land, The home of the dearest folks I know — And it does my heart good to clasp the hand That comes from where cotton blossoms grow. a 5tienD What a world of meaning in that little word — "friend !" That word most often used ; From beginning of life until its end, 'Tis the word most often abused. 'Tis a word created by God's own hand, Greater than Father, Mother and kin; They are blest, indeed, who its meaning under- stand, For close to Heaven they've been. A friend is true as God is true, His is the only real love; Unselfish in all his thots of you — His love is from above. In his heart, help, love and sympathy blend — His confidence and counsel are yours; And your broken heart he will try to mend With his hope and courage cures. He loves the truth as he loves you. But for you he would not lie — For to be true to you he must to himself be true, Tho you may not understand why. He is a diamond in your acquaintance ring, A link of gold in the chain of life — He cries when you cry, and sings when you sing. His heart is with you in joy or strife. You could do no sin he would not forgive, No matter how deep the stain; He would lay down his life that you might live, He would shield you from every pain. Perfect love is the love of a friend, Higher and deeper we cannot see — And you're blest indeed, if before life's end There is just one who is a friend to thee. 9@p Jfrien60 Some can number their friends by the score, Sweet friends thru sunshiny weather — But when rain of trouble begins to pour, Sweet friends show their white feather. But I can number my friends on one hand, And think I'm wonderfully blest — Just leave me these few who understand, And you may take the rest. My mother and one other I know are true — They would lay down their lives for me; Perhaps there's another who'd do this, too — God make me worthy of these three. When the world condemns, they never doubt. But are with me thru thick and thin — When the old world sneers and says, "get out,' The heart of my friend says "come in." And if I fall, I know that my friend Will come down into the mire by my side — And would rather with me into hell descend Than without me in Heaven abide. a jFace in a lainDoto A face in a window — A little window, in a dingy old, old fiat; Evening shadows falling. And against the sky one lone flitting bat. A face in a window — Weary eyes in a pale, thin face — A soul within that carries the sorrows of the whole human race. A face in a window — Young, yet old — a ghostly soul against black shades of night — A disillusioned soul that has seen all and longs to take its flight ! 30le o{ piap Come away with me today, And let's go find us an isle — An isle where we can laugh and play, An isle in the Pacific wild. Away from life's dusty roads, Away from the city gray ; Away from fashion's crazy modes, Away to the Isle of Play. We'll sail away o'er the wild west waves, The wind and mist in our faces, And find an isle where there are no knaves — Only Play, and her carefree graces. And when we find our Isle of Play — The isle long, long lost to earth — We'll have come to the end of a perfect day. For 'tis there we'll have found life's worth. BeclaimeD The far-stretching waste of shifting sands Lay white and cold in bright moonlight ; The only voice in the silent lands Is the howling wind from snowy height Of peaks that once belched flaming lava Down into a sea now long since dead ; A sea whose floor is sands of the Mojave — Dry sands from which all life has fled. But Mind knows the need and understands, And will put to use her bright sunlight; And even now is making the plans To water great fields of swaying white. And vineyards of grapes, luscious and rare. And orchards of fruit, gold and red. That grow in a valley wonderfully fair — A valley reclaimed from the desert dead. C6e ©ID 9^i00ion The old mission stands a crumbling ruin, A fastly fading relic of the long ago ; Snuggled close in the heart of a forgotten vale, Alone it stands in the sunset glow. As a mother abandoned by the child she has reared (And forever the bird from the nest has flown), Tho lovingly she protected it from the dangers feared, At last she is left broken, unloved and alone. Rank weeds and cactus, and tangled wild flower, Almost hide the little open door; Bats flit in and out the old belfry tower Nesting in the old bell that rings no more. No more its clear peals call the simple folk to prayer — Far gone is that dear dead day; And the walls that protected as arms of love and care, Are now crumbling and falling away. No more the Padre's footsteps echo along the garden wall. No more the soft chant and evening bell ; The purple haze and silence settles over all, And gloom enfolds the old deserted shell. Left alone to the silence, the stars, and to God, The old mission seems but a dream of the past; And tho soon 'twill be but a mound of sod, Its blessings thru eternity will last. Cfte TSubblt of Croufile This seems a queer old world of ours — Nothing but a ball of trouble. Blown into space by The Powers, Just like a big bubble; For settled facts are ever deceiving, Things are not what they seem — Joy is soon turned into grieving, Swiftly fading as a dream. It seems the world lays flat and still, While the skies go sailing- by, And it seems the sun rises o'er the hill, And we wonder how and why The wide road seems a fading line, Where it meets the drooping sky, And distant scenes look smooth and fine, And the mirage brings cities nigh. The most fragrant flower that grows. May hold a poisonous heart. And the most sparkling river that flows. May be treacherous in every part; While the most beautiful face you see, May mask the blackest soul. And the homeliest person can be The owner of a heart of gold. But this bubble of trouble is only a dream, Of a problem in how and why, In which we prove troubles only seem. In a bubble that is a lie; In which mortal existence is the ought, Behind which we cannot see — A problem worked by the principle of thot. And proven in eternity. 'Tis a problem where death seems master of life. And life seems to be in vain, And where we learn by sorrow and strife. To count our loss as gain. 'Tis a world divided against itself, A world that is sure to fall. Unless matter is laid on the shelf, And mind accepted as all. 'Tis a queer old world of ours — Nothing but a ball of trouble, Blown into space by The Powers, Just like a big bubble; Yes — 'tis a queer old world — all topsy turvy, And all upside down — But it is conquered by the brave and nervy — By a smile and not by a frown. Cinklc 'Bell ^ut There's a trail I know that's a-winding Thru the hills of the Golden West— Up the great old crags it's climbing, To the very mountain's crest. It scales the highest pinnacle of the range, Where it seems the end of the world; And peering over the rim it seems beautifully strange To see a green little valley lying curled Peacefully asleep far, far below. The sweet fragrance of sage fills the air, While in the purpling evening glow, One stands in adoration at Nature's art so fair, For it seems so near to where the stars twinkle There along the milky way, As thru the vast stillness comes the faint tinkle Of a cow bell, far away. 'Midst the trees and rocks snuggles a little brown hut — In God's heart a safe little nest — And its little brown door is never shut To the weary hunter searching for rest. Tinkle — tinkle — thru the silence of the night — Plaintive little notes of the silence a part; O, lone little hut, you have captured me quite — Little "Tinkle-Bell Hut" of my heart. preOe0tination Ah, Destiny, crouched there grinning. Muttering "What is to be, will be" — You say your trap was set from the beginning To catch all such mortals as me. But you lie, imposter, you lie ! I tear this skin from your decaying bones And smile to see you die, While the world listens to your dying moans. God is master here — not you ! God predestined man to immortal life; He ever guides his footsteps true. And leads him out of death and strife. ILffiettg O Liberty, what crimes are committed in thy name? What hells, wars, and murders are wrought — And for none of which thou art to blame ! O, the homes that are laid desolate and bare. The hearts that are broken and sad — In thy name — yet thou standest pure and fair! O Liberty, with torch of Truth blazing in the sky, And feet bathing in blood of saints — Ages come and go, yet thy light will never die ! But will endure until the end of all greed — 'Till the crimes in thy name are washed away, And struggling humanity looks up to thee — freed! 15a6p Dear Howdy do. Baby Dear! Merry Christmas! Glad New Year! Where, from Job's tear, — Did Santa bring you with his old reindeer? Or did you drop from out the skies — For 'tis heaven's own blue in your eyes ! Perhaps you were a little snowflake And drifted down just for our sake; Or maybe you were a little orphan star. And fell down from heaven so very far! It seems you're a bunch of tiny flowers, Mid glistening tears of springtime showers. For two little forget-me-nots wonderingly peek, Over the soft little rose petals of your cheek; And a tiny pink rosebud is your mouth, — You're a dream of soft little winds of the South. Mother calls you her nodding Buttercup — And daddy says you're his Johnny-Jump-Up ; So I'm sure you're a fairy from woods deep and cool, For mother says she found you under a big frog-stool ! iLDD0e ^im anD Let l^im &o Loose him mother, and let him go, Hold him not with chains of fear; He is your baby — yes, I know — But first and ever he's God's, my Dear! Why fear — since God is ever near — And with life in Him how can one fall ! Perfect love casts out every fear, Life is eternal, and God is all. And if 'mid the war's shot and shell His little mortal body he giveth. Know mother, that all is well — For in God thy son liveth. So loose him. Mother, and let him go — For the shepherd watches o'er his sheep ; Then fear not, but trust and know That God His child will keep. Ci)ti0tma0 again Christmas again! And one that we'll always remember — For no battles din Will break the joy of this December. The Christ child came. To bring not peace, but a sword — So Armageddon's flame Brings but death to the great war lord. Birth of a new world Heralds all nations in one great brotherhood- And freedom's flag unfurled Waves o'er a world of grateful motherhood. Christmas again! Happiest since that first blest day. Star of Bethlehem — Shine on — Christ has come to stay! jfteeDom'0 Daton O, restless sea of human existence, Seething with ever-growing persistence — What will you leave on the shore of time, From your mixture of the hellish and the sublime? What will you toss from your fathomless deep, That the future world will honor and keep? The most priceless pearls lie in your heart, That is torn and bleeding in every part. And gHstening jewels are hidden there, To be found by those who do and dare; By those who seek the freedom of man — Freedom that lives in God's own plan. Poverty and riches were ever duelling — Millions slaved while the few were ruling. But now, O breakers, roll high and wide! At last there is a turning of the tide, For the morn of monarchy is swiftly waning. And the sun of democracy will soon be reigning. Hold fast, brave heart, to the tossing wreck — Far over the horizon is a glowing speck Of light to guide you thru the storm: The light that shone when Christ was born — That has ever led the brave heart on, And is leading now into Freedom's dawn ! Cfte CftorD Ditoine All being responds to The Chord Divine, That chimes the world into bright sunshine; That sings to sleep the stars of night, And rings the bell of golden light, To glistening diamonds of morning dew, And springtime sky of cloudless blue. 'Tis a sweet serenade mid roses of June, That awakens the song-bird's merry tune; 'Tis the chord that sweeps the harp of Love — That guards the nest of cooing dove. 'Tis in swaying fields of fragrant green, And in rippling waters of silvery sheen ; It lingers in the lullaby of southern breeze, Sighing at twilight thru the trees; 'Tis a note in the throat of the nightingale, In the purpling shadows of the vale. Its dirge lowers the sun in the crimson West — And its pipes lure the moon o'er the hill's dark crest; Its notes sprinkle the heavens with jewels rare — Its volume holds all in infinite care: 'Tis the music that nature divinely plays — In its living harmony all being sways ; 'Tis a melody of love, sweet and mild — A symphony of Love, for Love's own child. What's life, what's life, Little Heart? 'Tis love, a kiss, a song — Reflecting God's power in every part, A power that is never wrong. What's love, what's love. Little Heart? 'Tis a tender word, a friendly smile — 'Tis a longing that comes when we're apart, 'Tis all that makes life worth while. What's God, what's God, Little Heart? Life and Love and unbroken joy — God is the whole and we're the part. Of pure Life and Love, with no alloy. 3[unie 15ug There was a dear little Junie Bug Flew into mother's heart one day, And there she nestles so close and snug I'm sure she'll never go 'way. She's just a tiny bit of June That came when the fire-flies play; She's a memory of love 'neath the silvery moon- A sunbeam from love's golden day. Be real still, my Little Junie Bug, And you'll hear what the fairies say; Are they planning to steal a kiss or hug. Or to steal my baby away? Fly away quick to your safe little nest — Cuddle down close and snug; They can never steal you from mother's breast- My dear Httle Junie Bug! Life is an everchanging sea — In its mists we pass so silently; No beacon star to light our way, As we drift on and softly pray That soon we'll meet our one true mate. Who'll sail with us thru Love's bright gate. Today we ride the tossing wave That tomorrow may be our grave ! Today we meet a drifting boat That may tomorrow into eternity float! O, I wonder who will drift with me On life's changing, everchanging sea! On life's everchanging Sea, Who will come and drift with me! We know not where we're drifting to. Our love our only guide will be. Come, my mate, ere 'tis too late — Come, my soul, for 'tis our fate To drift into eternity. On life's changing, everchanging sea! LaDDie Won't you come to muzzie? Sonny lad — do! All your little troubles She has had, too. Did you bump your little nose Just awfully bad — And when you stumped your toes Get awfully mad? Let's dry your little eyes And be glad — For when my laddie cries, Then muzzie's sad. Snuggle close in muzzie's arm, And go to sleep ; She will hold her lad from harm While shadows creep. Now fly away in fairy dreams, To Loveland with daddy — But fly back when morning beams. My own little laddie! autumn Dream Always Dear, when I look at you, I dream of shady autumnal glades; Your eyes and hair of red brown hue. Are golden sunbeams and dancing shades. The rippling brook goes merrily by, And the crisping leaves drift down; 'Tis your little laugh and tender sigh, And silken rustle of your gown. The sharp little winds are blowing. Saying Earth and Summer must part; But 'tis only my soul that is knowing I will soon bear a lonely heart. Cf)e S>ilent JLanD Deep down the violets grow, Sweetly sleeping in their beds of snow. High in the hills of my beloved West — In the silent hills God kissed and blest: Sentinels since birth of the desert gray, Vast shifting sands stretching far away; On and on the dazzling whiteness lays, Till it is lost in purple haze. Breathing deep of the pure, free wind, I know that God need not descend, For the stillness is full of His Ever-Presence — He fills all space, is life's very essence. Far, far below is the waterfall. Singing to the whispering pines so tall, As a lone eagle circles in the pale green sky — A sky turning yellow as day starts to die. Purple and gold clififs in the sun's last ray. With shadows ever-chasing as lambkins at play; While a rainbow arches o'er sands e'er shifting. And rainbow clouds o'er all slowly drifting. The great red ball sinks into the yellow sea of sand — Then the afterglow steals over the silent land; Brightest red and green, then a breeze chilly cold, As distant hills turn black 'gainst a sky of gold : So die silver flakes in the fleecy pink cloud, And Earth is wrapped in her purple shroud. The breath of deep pines is sweetest incense, The moment of waiting divinely intense : Waiting for the first sentinel of the night. To peep out at the moon's silvery crescent of light — While the twitting of the little birds in their nest. Says all is well in the land God blest. God kissed and blest this silent land of ours, With its pure, free winds and springtime showers! We're waiting for you and it's near the dawn, When the veil of spring o'er Earth will be drawn ! We're waiting for you — don't you hear our cry? The cry of The Desert, The Mountain, The Violet —and I! a jFtienD Like gou Always I've longed for a friend like you, One who can see things just as I do — Who loves nature in her simplest forms, Accepts no creeds, no stale dogma mourns. To us, mind is the king of all — Without it we're not, and the heavens fall; Our king is intelligence, harmony and love, Wise as the serpent, gentle as the dove. Without beginning or ending, our king is God; We break old traditions as the plowman does the sod — And plant new thot seeds, carefully attending Each thot its pollen into the world is sending. You and I are a law unto ourselves; By our strength we can lay civilization on the shelves, And go back to the primitive man and his mate — A look, a kiss, and centuries are wiped off life's slate. 'Tis then I look into your deep blue eyes. And find 'tis there my own soul lies — As oft I've looked into some hidden mountain pool, And gazed into my own eyes as lips touched waters sweet and cool. Just a little moment of material bliss — We may never again find such pleasure in a kiss ! Soon we may go our own separate ways, But will we ever forget these few blest days? You came like clear sparkling water to the desert in my heart, And will always remain there an oasis set off apart ; And 'tis there I'll go when I'm weary and blue — I'll leave all the world and be alone there, with you Dear, with you ! Dteam0 of t|)e Pa0t I never thot in this old world of ours, There lived one like you — I never thot that all the powers, Could make a heart so true. So I played and danced here and there, As fickle as the rest, And thot for no one I'd ever care — No one was worth the zest. But now you've come from out the mist, A fond dream come true — ' And now your dear lips I've kissed, I'll live life anew. You are so brave, g^ood and kind. You're like an angel to me; And if love is forever blind, Then forever blind I'll be. But something whispers to the heart of my heart- 'Tis all too wonderful to last; Something whispers that we soon must part — Leaving me with dream of the past. Tho dreams of the past they will live forever — On to the seam of time; And even death our souls can't sever — In dreams you'll still be mine. ^otD 3 ILotoe j^ou You ask me how I love you, Dear — All words in the world can't tell you how. But perhaps your answer lies in the tear From a heart overflowing with love for you now; So hold me close to your heart so true. While I try to tell how I love you. I love you as much as there is space — I love you as often as the clouds drift by; I love you in as many different ways As there are shades in the evening sunset sky; I love you as the pure, free winds love the west : Of all God's world. Dear, I love you best! ©Ijrtt tlye lalUg of Swpatr Co 2D6UUion«ot to (SoD anD gou He is gone — he is gone — And all the world is wrong ! O, let me die — let me die — For life is but a lie ! O, that I was never born — For now I would not mourn ! O, that I too, were dead — For now life's joy has fled ! I cannot and will not stay In a world so dark and gray ; There is nothing here for me But a life of misery! Cursed life, cruelly deceiving, To turn happiness into grieving; To give life, love and joy. And in an after-thought destroy! Come Death, O come to me — Come friend and set me free! Yes, Dear, I'm coming, too. To oblivion — or to God and you ! Some SLongeD^iFot Dag Within the vale, Beyond the Sapphire Sea, A silvery sail Patiently waits for me. My heart is there — Tho here I'm not alone ; God is everywhere — Is with me where e'er I roam. Some longed-for day, My sail will come for me, And flee as a bird we'll away To our home o'er the Sapphire Sea. The night is cold, miserably cold — There is no day for me; My heart's heavy with misery untold. Longing Dear, for thee. The rain falls slow and drizzly, The mist comes o'er the sea; My aching heart mourns dismally, Wearying, Dear, for thee. O'er burning sands my soul goes forth- Would God could hear her plea, While in bitter winds of the North She searches. Dear, for thee. In sobbing winds your voice I hear. In drifting clouds your face I see — I try to caress you, you seem so near. But you vanish away from me. My heart grows old with sighing. And I pray on bended knee That God will heed my crying And bring me, Dear, to thee. Cfte Mlap I do not ask to see the way. My Loved One has to go; I will keep so busy learning to pray, That time will not seem slow. God's own image can never be less, For God is always life; He exists mankind to bless, Knowing no death nor strife. I do not ask to see the way My Loved One has to go; In faith I'll live from day to day — Kiss the cross and wait to know. I have always been taught, That life is all and death is naught; And now, O God, help me to know. That these teachings are truly so. Hold me in thy kind embrace, While I ever long to see his face ; While I listen for his cheery call, O, help me God, to bear it all. Help me to bear my cross, To know in God there is no loss; O help me to believe That I have no cause to grieve ! Help me to be brave. To look beyond the seeming grave; O help me do that I ought — Help me prove what Fve been taught! atoabe Awake my Soul, 'tis day! The clouds of doubt roll way; Look up and dry your tears — At most 'tis few short years. Canst thou not be brave? Canst look beyond the grave ? Thou knowest not death's portal — Thou art forever immortal. My soul, be not cast down ! Thou wearest life's eternal crown. Know, my Soul, thy mate lives — So bear nobly what this life gives. On the infinite shore of eternity, You'll lose your fleshly infirmity, And drift forever on that deathless sea. And thy own mate's Soul will pilot Thee. alone Lone star, whirling thru infinite space and eternity — Blest thou art knowing naught of poor mortal's infirmity; Yet thou art ever a wandering child of the night — dark — unknown — And forever thou art even as myself, left alone — all alone! All night long the storming sea booms and breaks against the crags — And all night long the shrieking wind sighs thru crackling water flags. Dying October, on my heart you play a dirgeful tune — But ne'er more mournful than when roses bloom in June — fateful June! 'Cross the sands of the desert comes the coyote's yell, And the mournful call of one lone dove my loneliness can tell; While the wailing wind sobs 'round my cabin door. And my aching heart its wail echoes evermore — evermore! • The crisp brown leaves are falling on his grave — Cursed grave — to take from me the love God gave! Ah, grave — when wilt thou be swallowed up in victory, And life be all, and death not even left in memory — sad memory! Yet I long for your merciless claws to beckon me — 'Tis only you can ope' the door and set me free ; This bodily prison holds not my heart within its walls — My soul yearns ever where a lonely voice calls — ever calls! The dying moon sinks into the cold, dark sea. And alone I await my Love who can never come to me; While the wailing wind sobs 'round my cabin door, And my aching heart its wail echoes evermore — evermore ! jfI3ot in l?ain O, not in vain have I asked Thy care — O, not in vain my ceaseless prayer — Thou hast come to me as a white-winged dove, Calming my heart with Thy infinite love. Thou hast come to me in my sorrow here. And cleansed my heart of all its fear, Thou hast carried me into Thy secret place, Healing and blessing me with Thy grace. Thou hast given me faith in a future life, Free from death and mortal strife — And hast made my heart to understand, The deathless reality of a future land. O, not in vain have I come to Thee — O, not in vain hast Thou heard my plea — For now I am free from agony and woe ; Free to help others fight the foe. Free to help them find the way. In which to learn with faith to pray; The way that leads from the valley of sorrow, And up the mountain to a deathless tomorrow. When we followed his little shell of clay, Slowly to the grave that seeming sad day — Some deemed I did not suffer much, And said they could not believe in such A faith that taught one not to cry, And to say, "God's child cannot die." For I did not that day in darkness grope. But was clad in armour of faith and hope — And as Jacob held the angel till the light, So I clung to my comforter thru the long night — Till a peaceful, calm stole o'er me. And dark shadows fled before me. For my own heart echoed the words Mary cried, "Lord, hadst thou been here — he had not died!" And standing alone in that healing ray of light, I caught the living promise from a world more bright, And heard glad Easter bells joyously ringing — "He is risen — he is risen," my heart was singing. But with tear-dimmed eyes they could not see, The sustaining power that comforted me — Their pitying hearts could not feel That life was all, and death unreal ; Nor could journey with me from sense to soul — Nor see the stone from the shadow grave roll. So, not understanding, they knew not my sorrow — Nor that I was living in a deathless tomorrow. When again I would meet my beloved lad, And that for this sweet consciousness I was being glad : Glad for the promise of eternal life, And glad for God's comfort in my strife. A comfort that so lifted me to a haven above, That unkind words pierced not my canopy of love ; For in ignorance they were spoken, harmless, untrue — And "Forgive them Father — they know not what they do," Flowed from my heart, longing with all to share, This understanding of life that heals grief and care. And when he who judged Hfts sorrow's cup, I pray he, too, understands and looks up. Far beyond the seeming sad grave. And weeps not but in Truth is brave; And rejoices in that peaceful Easter morn. That faith in eternal life to him is born. 93v ifrfenD mbo anDer0tanD0 We hunted here and there for the joys of life. But most we found was a world of strife; Then at last, when fortune seemed near at hand, While I slept you wandered into an unknown land, And left me yearning and longing to go — Trying to be patient — though time seems slow. Yet those few wonderful years with you, my friend. Compensate the weariness till my journey's end. When I have lived all my little life thru, And have done all the good that I can do — When I have made a good soldier's fight, And learned that God is always right — Then happily I'll lay me down to sleep. Knowing God's love my life will keep; And trust that I awaken in your dear arms. And smiling you'll assure me that death never harms. The love of baby, husband and friend. In one sweet symphony seems to blend; God has one arm round you and one round me — Each waiting hour brings me nearer to thee. And when my last low sun descends, I'll be glad "over there" waits my best of friends; When I'm thru with my little delvings in the sands. At the end of the long, old trail I'll find my friend — who understands. 3 Litje anD muit for gou I have left my shell of clay! Rejoice, Dear, with me; God's child does live alway — You too will soon be free. Be brave, Dear Heart, and know That I am ever near; Our love will ever grow. And cast out ever fear. There is no death! I am not dead! I live and wait for you ! God's with you there and with me here — He holds us close, so dry your tear. In few short years you'll come to me — My own thru all eternity. Trust God, Dear Heart — I am not dead — I live and wait for you ! 9@g fl)tte jfrieno No human on earth do I call friend — None are worthy of the name; Only God is true from beginning to end, Only God is always the same. To Him I go for love and protection, For sympathy, counsel and aid; His hand of Truth points my direction, His words of hope never fade. His friendship turns not to a broken reed. As mortal friendships do; God is the only friend that I need — His the only love that's true. When friends betray and enemies slander, And in the world there seems neither truth nor candor — When you're left as some old abandoned boat, Alone in mid ocean to sink or float — When your heart is weary of the lonely way. You're near, my Comrade, to God that day ! Sorrow never leaves us where she found us. But purges while with faithful arms around us. She lifts us up into purer skies — Leaving us more gentle, patient and wise ; And when thru her, we learn with faith to pray. We're nearer, my Comrade, to God that day! JLPtoe'0 Cie They wished to separate us I've heard it said — Of our love so jealous Even wished me dead. But they can't understand That we are one — Heeded not God's command. Wished His ties undone. No one can know. Dear, But you and I, How death holds no fear — So strong Love's tie! And now from mortal dreams To life you're awake. And know death only seems One's life to take. Eternity our love cannot erase — God's gift cannot die; We're close thru all dividing space- So strong is Love's tie! How hard it is that one to love, Whose curses for you never end ; Who'd dig your grave and give you a shove, Who'd turn against you your Hfe's best friend. How hard it is to forgive that one, Who no forgiveness asks — Whose self-love admits no wrong done, While in warmth of hell he basks. How hard to love and forgive, One who lies with most every breath ; How cruel that such an one will live. While the noblest of God meets death. But love, forgive and let live, Carry not your enemy's sins; For every curse your pity give, 'Tis thus your Heaven begins. Love thou, though others hate — Forgive seventy times seven; Love now, do not wait, Forgiveness leads to Heaven. A little while to walk with you, And then to walk alone — A little while His will to do. Till I come into my own. A little while till break of day, Till earthly shadows flee — A little while in mortal clay. Then eternal life with Thee. 3Iop Sorrow is not the master of Joy — For Joy is God's own gift, And when her Avorkman you employ, Your shade of gloom will lift. Do you feel that life is not worth while? O, there is much for you to do ! The sad old world needs your cheery smile — Smile and a smile will come back to you. Love is ever reflected in love, You are forgiven as you forgive — Joy awaits you here and not above, O, find her and joyously live. Give the world of your love and succor today, And you will find a brighter tomorrow — As dawn chases the shades of night away So Joy will vanquish your sorrow. Ctue art O, how vain and empty the life. Of he who seeks wealth and fame ; And O, the toil and the strife, To gain the high-flown name ! Some would seek an artist to be, To dance, paint, or sing always ; But no such butterfly life for me. With its tinseled joys and wasted days. But O, may I live some good to do. So my life will not be in vain; May I give my life for a cause that's true, Or to help some one out of pain. Then each day of my life would be a song, And each day a picture rare — The song would be a righted wrong, And the picture a life more fair. Then I would dance for the pure joy, That I had brought to another's heart; And my wealth would hold no alloy, And my art would be God's own art. j^ 3 EaonDer I wonder how the worlds are made, Beyond the Sapphire Sea; I wonder how the plan is laid, Over there for you and me ! I wonder if we awake in a better place, Free from materiality — * Or if more coffins we must grace, Before we prove immortality! Perhaps this same old universe. Lives on thru eternity; Perhaps we'll awake from death's false curse, In the same fleshly infirmity. But now I wonder when the sun comes up, Beyond the Sapphire Sea, When at breakfast your coffee you sup. You recall when you supped with me! I wonder if you are lonely tonight, And if you're longing for me — And wandering alone in pale moonlight. You look backward across the sea. And I wonder how the daisies bloom, N^ And if birdies sing with glee — And I wonder if in the fading gloom. You'll be waiting for me ! I wonder when Upon the Sa If the moon rSnd blow my ship sets ire Sea. w a gale, ly to thee! sail, Mlt of jFotget When my silvery sail comes for me, From out the mists of the Crystal Sea, And thru the veil my matie calls, To my soul within its prison walls — Calls me away from a world of care, To a life of love in a dreamland fair — I'll steal away in the still night alone, Down to the sea to meet my own, Where so silently we will sail away That ril ne'er be missed till break of day. And the sleuth, so very wise and clever. Can search the world forever and ever, But will never find any trace of me — Nor will even find the Crystal Sea, O'er which my silver sail was blown. Into a secret harbor all unknown. Of a beautiful isle in the Sea of Thought — In a realm that mind has divinely wrought. For the weary pilgrims of sad regret — Searching for the restful Isle of Forget. When my silvery sail comes o'er the sea, And I hear my matie calling me — I'll loose my weary chains of regret And sail with him to the Isle of Forget; A hidden isle in the Sea of Mind, Which no earthly mortal could ever find ; A celestial isle in the Crystal Sea, Where life is measured by eternity — Where there are hidden treasures and jewels rare, Of happiness and bliss beyond compare; Where there is never a freezing or sweltering day. Just Indian Summer and breezes of May; Where the need is granted before 'tis known. And the harvest is reaped before 'tis sown ; Where hearts are united and lives made whole, In this wonderful habitation of the soul ; In the beautiful isle in the Sea of Thought — In the realm that mind has divinely wrought For the weary pilgrims of sad regret- Searching for the restful Isle of Forget. SttDian (©itoet Call — call — thou Indian Giver, Call back what Time has sown ! O Time, open thy arms. And receive again thine own! Call back what thou gavest. The bodies we love so dear — Take our best and bravest, Along with our falling tear. Call back into void and naught, This fading mortal dream — Reclaim the vessel you wrought, From the stuff of a pale moonbeam. But time is no part of eternity, And matter no part of life. O Grave, how fleeting thy sovereignty ! O Death, how vain thy strife! So reclaim the body, O Time — And give it to the sod — But thou canst claim naught of mine, For mine is safe with God ! Take back thy gift, Indian Giver — But you can't claim this thread Of hope that flows as an eternal river Into a sea where there are no dead. A sea filled with the water of life. Encircling eternity and space — A crystal sphere of Infinite Mind, Knowing no time nor place. Where there is no death, nor any tears. And no Indian Giver there — Where God gives, and true life appears, An unbroken circlet fair. So call back your gift, Indian Giver — Giver and gift are naught; For life flows forever an eternal river, Out into the Sea of Thought. I Can't jfotget I pray, Dear, that you know no sorrow, In the land where you now are. And as I await the happy tomorrow, When I too will sail afar — I pray that your life is ever blissful Touched not by vain regret. And if my gaze seems ever wistful — 'Tis because I can't forget. I can't forget your dear, sweet love, Nor the dear, little smile of you — I can't forget the light from above, That glowed in your heart so true; Nor the tenderness of your kind blue eyes. As they looked down deep into mine — And if my sad heart always sighs 'Tis because it's lonely for thine. I can't forget that one last day, When you kissed me and said "goodbye," And as you lingeringly started away. We said, "hurry old time, and fly !" And threw little kisses far's we could see, Till you were lost in the busy throng — But if life now seems useless to me — 'Tis because time seems so long. You tried to be cheery all the while — In trouble were always so brave — So now, like you, I'll try to smile. For 'twould avail me nothing to rave. But I could not and would not forget the past — 'Tis the star that leads me on. Thru the valley of the shadow and to you at last- 'Tis my hope in Love's Eternal Dawn. Cfte LanD mt OJonDer about The distant scene grows sweetly near, As all impatiently I await The call to come for me here, To pass thru the unseen gate. There is no distance between here and there — 'Tis only a step into that land, For instantly we stand on the threshold fair, And the unknowable understand. 'Tis only the sorrow of the dear ones we leave, That causes our parting sigh — 'Tis only the separation that makes us grieve, For we know we do not die. But O, the joy when we meet our friends — Our loved ones waiting there! In happiness complete our sorrow ends, Free from regret and care. Each friend who leaves us grieving here Is waiting to greet us there; Each day brings the scene more near, Each day it seems more fair. 'Tis around us here and not far away, This land we wonder about — But the veil that separates the mind from the «lay Is the mystery that causes our doubt. lOot jFat apatt Too deep for tears — Far too deep is the wound in my heart, Until Truth appears And her still small voice whispers, "Not far apart." Unexpressed by word. The joy that floods my being When these words are heard — "Not far apart, and time is fleeting." Nestled in God's heart — Both close and safe thru the waiting years; And "Not far apart," Is oil of comfort healing my heart of unshed tears. Cfie an0toet My prayer goes out to you tonight, Thru the all-dividing space, As in the vastness of the pale starlight My heart searches for your face; And it seems to me that you come near. And I know not why nor how, But time and space seem to disappear And it seems you're with me now. And I know that my prayer has found you, For mind knows no bars — And I know that God all things can do, For 'tis written in the stars. Tonight He has answered my silent prayer, By bringing your presence near — As a proof of His infinite, loving care. To tell me you live, my Dear! 3 ^t0S gou ^0 I miss you so, my dearest friend — Only God knows how much; 'Tis a lonely path to my journey's end. And I wonder why it must be such! I miss your full, frank sympathy, I miss your deep, true love — And the dear, sweet hours I spent with thee, I hope we'll continue above. I miss you at the sun's red dawn, And the hours seem so slow — And slower still as the night comes on, And I stand alone in evening glow. And watch the first faint stars come out, While the night birds softly call — And in my heart there is no doubt That God made and cares for all. No doubt that in some future days Again some place your love I'll know; But now my heart sighs always — "My friend, my friend — I miss you so!" 90P Ptaper The moon, a silvery cycle gleaming mid the drifting clouds, Casts its beams thru my tiny window bars — Bars that shadow my heart and my memory enshrouds With visions of you and I *neath the stars. You and I 'neath the stars — but 'twas long, long ago, For now I'm alone and you are there — There in that land where Easter Lilies ever blow, And here I'm alone with God and my prayer. And this is my prayer — that thru the long waiting years, You'll never know that I miss you so — God keep you from loneliness and the vale of tears, Until I stand by your side in starlit glow. Until my hand rests again in your dear hand, As we wander alone 'neath the stars — Until our paths unite in that Easter Lily Land, And Easter dawn fades these shadow bars. Cfte Dream Promise You came to me last night While in sleep I lay a-dreaming, And in the pale moonlight As stars were brightly gleaming, We lived again as in days of old — And, O the unspeakable bliss, To once again your dear hands hold. And once again your dear lips kiss ! And when I gazed into your eyes so blue — As blue as the heavens above, I knew that time had not changed you. Nor had stolen a bit of your love. You were just the same dear, loving mate. That God gave me long ago. And while thru lonely years I wait — Years that seem so slow — Your coming last night is a promise of gold. Bringing hope to my weary heart. That again we will live as in days of old, But will never have to part. 90g Ci)ot0 are 00 jFillen mitb gou Among the crowds along the way, Unconsciously watching for your face, I wonder how long until that day When again you'll take your place By my side to dispel my sadness And all my vain regret — When in a dear, unspeakable gladness These dark, lonely days we'll forget. Sometimes I seem to forget, This separation that is not true. And it seems you're with me yet. My thots are so filled with you; And I find myself listening for your cheery call, And looking up to meet your smiling eyes — And then — oh, then I look up to the comforter of us all, And with hope He stills my lonely sighs. C6e Ko0e Dream In the soft gloaming of a dead summer day, In an old garden I chanced to stray — Mid dying roses of fragrance deep, I laid me down with them to sleep ; While from fairy fingers night-shades were falling, And far thru the dusk a voice faintly calling — Faint and farther, till in dreams I drift away. And fairies steal me from my shell of clay. And wrap me snugly in a pale velvet rose, And in its warm heart fasten me close; While the nightingales winging thru the trees. And the fairies sweet singing awakened the breeze, That wafted my little nest high and far, And dropped it gently on a bright little star ; But all thru the journey, I sweetly dreamed — All night long till the morning beamed, And kissed away the sad tears of dew. And joyfully I awoke in the arms of you. C6e Call of tfte canknotDn The moon never reems Without bringing me dreams, Of a wonderful garden so fair; And in pale moonbeams, Come wonderful gleams, From out of the beyond somewhere. From a world ever new, And beautiful, too, Everchanging in the silvery sheen — Where skies are ever blue, And love is ever true. In this world no mortal has seen. Marble cities of white, In opalescent light. Greenest hills and vales and soft little winds ; And in calm delight Joy knows no night. In this dreamland where all are friends. And it may be wrong, That I ever long. This unknown land to explore — But in sorrow or song As years pass along. The desire envelopes me more and more. Something calls me To come and see Hidden treasures beyond Life's crest ; And when I am free I will sail with glee. Over the seas into that Unknown West. a>ur Crp0t When some low descending sun Fades the day where I made one, And you stand alone in the last flaming ray, Taking thy leave of my old shell of clay — Weep not that 'tis my journey's end. For 'tis only the beginning of it, my friend. When I have gone down with the sun, Out into the beyond where a new day is begun, In life's eternal dawn, radiant and clear, A dawn that holds for me no fear — Then toll not for me the death knell sadly. But ring loud and free the Easter bells gladly. And when standing alone in the afterglow, Wondering on the way that I must go — Watch thou for the first stars of the night, And so let thy faith shine — a glowing light — Not by falling tears, but by a happy smile — As a tryst that we'll meet again — after while. (illfmbtng Wok^vh % Sunlit (^aui 2Dne Onit in tU Plan Not as a dead flower, That drifts with the stream, Possessing no power Just a thing in a dream — But as the warm sun That melts the morning dew. Rolls back the dark clouds, And lets his light shine thru. Not as the fatalist, Thinking man is born to die, Today he exists. Gone tomorrow, nor knows why- But as The Super Man, Who knew sin could only seem. Lived life's perfect plan And proved death to be a dream. Thus my life's span Will be ever 'gainst the stream — One unit in the plan To waken man from the dream. Hushed and stilled my raging senses. Calm and peaceful is my soul; Peering thru God's spiritual lenses, I see the worlds in eternity roll. No sun there to rule the day. Nor any moon to rule the night; Mind holds all in its infinite ray — True knowledge of God is the light. No longer clinging to mortal clay, Man has found his true birthright; No longer subject to death and decay. He now sees with spiritual sight. I see the universe in a glorious dawn — God is the heart and the soul; The curtain of night from life is drawn. And Heaven envelopes the whole. As at noon Sun rays come direct, So will we Eventually God's ways reflect. This life, but shadow Of things that are to be; High noon, shadow flees, Appears God's great eternity. ©teat m I am ©oon Only great as I am good — Trying to stand where the Master stood. Trying to learn with faith to pray. Trying to follow in the narrow way. Only gaining that which I earn — Trusting each day some good to learn, Trust that God will make me brave, Trusting that God his child will save. Only striving from day to day — Knowing that I will find the way. Knowing His precepts must be understood, Knowing I am great, as I am good. l^oto ILons l^alt ^ti How long halt ye between two opinions, As a pendulum swinging to and fro? How long lingering between two dominions. Knowing not which way to go? Come now, let us reason together — A house divided is sure to fall; Error and Truth can mingle never — Either God is nothing or He is all. "Thou shalt have no other gods before me," Is the command we must obey; And giving God all the power and glory. The path brightens into a perfect day. Then The Truth ye know, and The Way ye know- DwelHng in The One Kingdom; No longer wondering which way to go — Pressing up and onward in thy new freedom. patience O Patience, how long I have pursued thee — Thru what weary years I have wooed thee, All in vain ; Thy graces have ever charmed me — O, flee no longer from me, In cold disdain! But come with me along my rugged way — O, come lead me into that peaceful day, Of brotherly love; Purge me of revenge and thots so gray — Grant me a forgiving heart and lead me from the fray. Gentle as the dove! O, come in thy long-suffering kindness — And abide with me as I tread the winepress In lonely solitude With bleeding footsteps and seeming blindness. O, compose me in faith and hold me guileless In calm fortitude! O Patience, come nestle close in my heart And never again from me depart. But ever be mine; O, skill me in thy immortal art, That I may be worthy of the part To be called thine! Wibtn Ctjou ptapetli Be still and know that I am God, There is none xlse besides me ; Lean on my staff and rod. And I will truly guide thee. Enter into thy secret tower, Cast out all doubt and fear; Know that I am the only power — I am near and will hear. Then doubt not, but firmly believe, And as the strength of thy faith Thy heart's desire wilt thou receive When thou prayeth. Knotp Cftp0elf Canst thou by searching find out God? Is He above or in the sod? Would'st thou know the cause of all And why the worlds do not fall? Then, know thyself, O son of God, If thou would'st life's secret solve; Know thyself as God made Thee — Then thou canst all things do and be. Would'st thou the secret of the universe know— From whence we come and where we go? Art thou weary of the baubles of life — Of vain glory and useless strife? Then follow me and thou wilt learn all things — Even the source from which life springs; Know thyself, O immortal man, And thou wilt know God's perfect plan. Has't thou a dear friend now dead? Has life's joy so quickly fled? Art thou weary of wondering why, Man seems born but to die? If thou art restless and longing to go, Where living waters ever flow — If thou art tired of being blind, Then — seek and ye shall find! Seek and find the house on the rock, Which waves of sin and death cannot shock; Knock and the door will open to you, And greater works than I do, shall you do! I am The Way, The Truth, The Life, That leads out of the valley of strife; Then come unto me and I will give you rest — Come thou, and be spiritually blest! Art thou seeking Ihe Comforter Divine, To heal that aching heart of thine? Then lift not thy hands to the far-flung stars— They cannot remove thy prison bars; But enter into that secret place. And ask God to give thee grace — Ask Divine Mind, all-knowing, all-seeing, Wherein we live and have our being. Know thyself, O son of God, Spiritual, perfect and never of the sod — And knowing this thou wilt truly be Free from the laws of materiality. Free from sin, sickness and death. Knowing life depends not on breath — For by thy faith thou art made whole, Knowing God is thy life and soul. 9@an anD ^10 ©oal Man is the image and likeness of God — Spiritual, perfect and whole; He needs no shell made of sod. In which to hide his soul — But needs to awaken from his earthly dream, A dream of mortal formation; To know sin and death can only seem — Are never of God's creation. To know no man in flesh henceforth, But spiritual as his maker; To value God's man at his true worth. Not the worth of mortal faker. For the spirit of God is in us all — In Him we have our being; From immortal life we cannot fall, While God is all-knowing, all-seeing. He who loves not, knows not God, For God is Infinite Love; And Heaven's not gained when flesh enters sod- 'Tis not in skies above, But the kingdom of God is ever within. Right in the mind of you — And flesh and bones can't enter therein. If the Master's words are true. Each must work out his own salvation. By doing as Jesus said: By knowing all is of spiritual creation, Raising the sick and the dead. Faith is the key to the immortal goal, Not faith that no works has shown, But fruitful faith that makes man whole — Faith that rolls away the stone. I was groping alone in the blackness of night, And there were no stars there; I was seeking and longing for the light, For my heart was heavy with care. To live was misery and I longed for death, And God seemed a broken reed — Yet I prayed to Him with every breath. Not to forsake me in my need. Then looking up, I saw gleaming bright and clear, One lone star in that midnight vault; I grew calm and felt a holy presence near. And my hands groping upward sought And touched the hem of Christ's pure white robe — And in that moment I was healed. And carried into the mountain of God's secret abode Where eternal life to me was revealed. In that moment I saw all creation as spiritual. And there was no sorrow there — No death — no grave — no taint of the material — Love reigned supreme everywhere. I kneeled and thanked God in humble gratitude For showing me this mighty Truth; I saw my nothingness and my magnitude In this inspired moment of eternal proof. jeot in tfte jFIe0!), 6ut in tfte Spirit They that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh, And they that are after the Spirit, the things of the Spirit ; But God did not His child with sin and death enmesh — But created him to know no evil nor fear it. After His own likeness God created His child, And gave him dominion over all the earth; And Earth was Heaven, pure and undefiled — And all creation was of spiritual birth. So now, you are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, If so be the spirit of God dwell in you — God's kingdom is here and you are near it, When knowing that God all things can do. God — the biggest little word in existence, And the least understood; 'Tis only learned by never-tiring persistence, In the direction of omnipotent good. God — Father — Mother, Creator of all, Divine Love and Infinite Mind; The voice that answers before we call. The power that gives sight to the blind. God — The Divine principle of all life — The principle that Jesus taught, When he proved sickness, death and strife The result of ignorant thought. God — Eternal, Infinite, Divine All Power, Dwelling not in regions above — Tho controlling fartherest star and smallest flower, His kingdom is in the child of His love. God — All — in all and over all being — The substance of all good; And earth's shadows of sin and death are fleeing. When Good is understood. Mother, dear little mother of mine. Earthly symbol of love divine — As the sunshine chases the darkness away, Your happy smiles chase my thoughts so gray; And standing alone in the evening glow, I hear your voice so soft and low — Calling me back to the arms of you. Calling me back to your love so true. God gave me your sweet smile. To bless and cheer me all the while. And your dear love will ever be, A glowing light to e'er guide me; While your faith in me is my rod, To fare me through the valley and up to God: Sweet earthly symbol of love divine — Mother, dear little mother of mine! alone mat ©otr Alone — alone in a world of seeming error — But the word now holds for me no terror. My own — my own, a most wonderful magic, That turns into peace that which seemed so tragic. From a doubtful heart all doubt has flown, And from a poor little dwarf to a giant I've grown. , In my cabin Fm alone in a wilderness with God, And eternal life Fm shown by His magic rod. Alone — blissfully alone when yielding this power. That turns the blighted bud into the full bloom flower. Alone — God alone turns death into life, And alone with God is neither death nor strife. (Bnmt Dap *Tis the dawn of an Easter Day, And the banked clouds of sombre gray Break into a world of changing hues — Flaming crimson, gold, black and brightest blues. Now the rosy sun peeps over the hill, Down into the valley, lying peaceful and still, And the song birds burst into a blithesome lay — Seeming to rejoice that it is Easter Day. And the lilies kissed by the morning dew, Smile up at the sun as if they knew That a sweet, holy comfort was truly near — A promise fulfilled to bless and cheer The sad, lonely hearts trying to be brave — Trying to look beyond the newly made grave — Hearts thankful for God's help along the way And for the dear hope that comes with Easter Day. A hope that cheers the sad heart on And leads into an eternal dawn. Where life is not measured by sorrowing years — Where there is no death nor any tears. Today, for this comfort, Father, we thank Thee, For indeed from death we are now free — And knowing God's child does live alway, Each day is now an Easter Day. Cfte Q^illennial Daton Why lingerest thou here, O Child of Earth — Restless, unhappy and blind since birth? What art thou waiting for, O son of man — Would'st thou see the dawn of God's perfect plan? Has't thou hope and faith in a better land? Would'st thou the millenial dawn understand? Then listen thou to the still small voice — Know thyself the son of God and rejoice! For now thpu art God's son — not shall be — Now is the accepted time for Thee! This is life eternal — that thou do His will — Heal the sick, raise the dead, and Earth's voices still. Thus thou art born in the spiritual birth, Thus appears the new heaven and earth — Thus all former things are passed away, And thou art made perfect in God's perfect day. When thou knowest thyself as God made Thee, Then from Earth's laws thou wilt be free; Then death is swallowed up in victory, And time is lost from memory. Even as the morning dispels the night. So knowledge of God brings thy true self to light : Thus the millenium is the dawn of truth in thy heart, At whose coming the child of earth will depart. *Tis the end of a last dead day, And strolling alone in the gloaming, I slowly descend into shadows gray, Tired from earthly roaming; Down by the sea in the misty gloom. Where breakers are wildly foaming, As 'gainst black crags they break and boom. Mid sea winds ever moaning. I draw my tatters closely about, The storm is more than seeming — Yet I wonder that my heart could doubt, For I know 'tis mortal dreaming. But hold my hands, dear God, in thine. Till the stars are brightly beaming — Till the storm is stilled and in light divine, I see a white sail gleaming. Hold Thou my hands, dear God, in thine. Keep Thou my faith from failing — Let Thy bright light o'er the waters shine, While across the sea I'm sailing; Hold me close in Thy love divine. While my last "goodbye" I'm wailing; Hold Thou my hands, dear God, in thine. Till the other shore I'm hailing. O, the glory of a life lived in Divine Service; A life overflowing with love for mankind. While finding and cleansing every mental crevice, Of the cobwebs of sense that bind. O, the beauty of a life that leaves all for Truth : Following in the footsteps of the Lord — Bringing mankind to the Fountain of Youth, Explaining and proving the inspired word. The chiefest and yet the servant of all, With reward in consciousness of duty done; Holding up the weak so they do not fall — Blest with joy in seeing the battle won. Stilling sin's waves by Love's silent commanding — Living in the Divine Service each day; Rewarded with peace that passeth all understanding, Which the world cannot give nor take away. Co Dap Live not in the past With its cares, failures and sorrows — Today may be the last, Live not in the uncertain tomorrows; Forget the past dark days, Fear not what the future may bring — God guards His little one always. Be thankful, look up and sing. Live just for today. For sufficient is the evil thereof — And if the world is gray. Brighten it with a smile of love; Be thankful for skies of blue. For birds and flowers and bright sunshine — Today start thy life anew. For all the beauties of life are thine. Forget, forgive, and truly live — Worry not over passing baubles of this life; Today more of your love give — Today help some one out of strife: Thus comes your peace and joy — When love to the weary world you are giving; Above petty things that annoy. Today becomes great with true living. Cill mt Qieet again We have traveled far together, my friend, And tho yet far from our goal. We have learned entirely on God to depend, As we journey on from Sense to Soul. And now I must leave you, comrade mine. For there are others I must help along the way, Whose steps are not as sure as thine. Knowing not how to rightly pray. IJut weary not — for your reward is great, And Joy will now journey with you; O, learn with patience to- labor and wait — In God all things you can do. Our paths will unite at our common goal, We know not just how nor when — '' But God guides us both from Sense to Soul, So now good-bye — 'till we meet again! re (4732 UNIVERSITY OF CAUFORNIA LIBRARY