Digitized by the Internet Archive in" 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/autumnleavesfromOOmoonrich •9 t/ivjn an, ^ fi?OTNMAPI£ • • • • _• ' • • • • • • « AUTUMN LEAVES FROM AN EASTERN MAPLE A Collection of Songs and Verses for the Home Folks BY ; \ \\i i Mrs. Lucina Moon ' > » I * ,.i' Copyright 1922 By Mrs. Lucina Moon PACIFIC UNION COLLEGE PRESS ST. HELENA, CALIF. '. '• : . •; - ["DEDICATION ! i .; ;': .'T-Oi ihe memory 'pf my beloved mother who, though ' ' aiieip' these mcmy "yedrsi yet speaks to me still by her early prayers and counsel; TO the dear friends -who have helped me by their kind words of encouragement and assistance; cAnd to my dear young people, hoping that in this modest little volume they may find some "word of help or cheer which shall be to them a stepping-stone to the higher life, and that we may each one be ready to answer 'when the "Home Call" shall sound; This booklet is 'Dedicated. • o • •• v\ 'Twas New Year's morning, and the sky was clouded And still o'er all a robe of whiteness shone, For in the night our Father spread a blanket O'er field and forest green and bushes prone. O'er muddy places, for the time forgotten. Hie frowning crag, the tall ferns bending low, Where tender hands tucked in around the edges A lovely mantle of the purest snow. All nature on that morning woke rejoicing. For how^ could w^e poor mortals fail to see The emblem of pure lives writ out before us. So plainly it w^as meant for you and me; A robe of charity spread oe'r our failings, A blessing from His hands we all may know That, scarred by sin, unworthy all by nature, We may at last be cleansed as w^hite as snow^. I wonder if the children in the homeland. And they who now^ have grown to manhood's prime. Who year by year this w^ondrous magic ponder Have learned its lesson in the w^inter time. Here where so seldom come beautious snow-storms, A blessing follow^s as they come and go. O may we all soon learn full well the lesson So kindly given in the spotless snow. And w^hen w^ith earth the sky itself seems blending As 'round us eddy snowflakes in the air. They'll be to us a type of joy unending. The bliss and purity we'll have "up there." And though so soon their forms shall melt and vanish. Their beauty trodden in the grime below. Yet in our thoughts their lesson sweet w^e'll cherish And ask that He may make us "white as snow." 5 ■;>*iWv^up S^iJpsi I love the boys, with their rush and noise, And their hearts brimming o'er \vith fun; And their hearty shout on the air rings out As from school they homeward run. Such a romping, rollicking lot of boys, With their rosy faces, but then We must alw^ays remember, in spite of it all. That these boys of ours make men. "What shall it be ?" the parents ask, As over his couch they bend. "Shall he carry the noble burden of work For others till time shall end ? Or shall he to those in darkness Send the truth with tongue or pen?" We must always remember they w^ill grow up, Our boys will surely make men. Shall a life of pleasure his soul beguile. With no thought of the world's great need? Or with face alight with heavenly smile. Fill his life w^ith the kindly deed? There's no room for the sluggard or trifler now^. But for honest boys, and then No matter where their ways may lead. We'll be glad that our boys made men. There are many thorns for the little feet. And pitfalls for care-free youth; There are sins that stick in the human heart, There are ways of goodness and truth. Which road shall it be? The road of despair? Or the road of purity? Then We shall not regret though the years will fly, if our boys make noble men. 6 TUNE; MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND O how my longing heart is stirred By thought of thee, or written w^ord, how I long to see again Thy verdent hills, my Michigan! Thy mossy banks I oft have pressed, In dreams I see them once again And clasp each blossom to my breast And sing of thee, my Michigan. 1 love thy w^oods, thy fields, thy dales, And w^ild flowers blooming in thy vales. Thy sunny slope, and darksome fen, — These, these are thine, fair Michigan! I see the waving corn-fields' sheen, And ripened sheaves the reapers glean. And peace and plenty smile again Upon thy shores, my Michigan! The storm-clouds rise with angry thrill. The thunders roar from hill to hill. And mimic rivers through the glen Are dashing now^ in Michigan. Though winters come w^ith coat of snow The larder's full, and barns o'erflow; Though winds may roar, our firesides then Are all aglow^ in Michigan. Thy lakes whose waters clear and bright Are mirrors still by day or night. Thy rivers winding through the land All speak of nature's lavish hand. And though upon thy bosom pressed My w^eary feet may never rest. My longing heart will turn again And sigh for thee, dear Michigan ! a5oing J^ome Cosetfier I Cf)es(. 4:15=18 There will be such joy in heaven When the saints are gathered home, For we'll go to heav'n together When our Saviour bids us come; From the tombs where saints are sleeping Shall arise the loved of yore From the valley and the mountain; Death can never hold them more. Where the mighty billows hid them. Rocked to sleep in ocean's breast, God has had them in His keeping, And He knows their place of rest; From their graves we'll see them rising. With their robes so white and fair; And we all shall meet together, With our Saviour in the air. Angels flying swiftly earthward. Gladly go on loving quest. Bring our little ones now sleeping. Lay them on their mother's breast; So we'll see our deeur ones gathered, And to meet them we shall rise; Then we'll all go home together To the flelds of Paradise. 'Cfie you have gained sheaves for the Master, And hear the glad "Well done." 17 'Ctie Part o' Hje Wa^i I saw a stricken mother bend Low o'er her babe w^ith anguished brow, A whispered prayer to heaven send For strength to bear what comes, — e'en now I see the color fade and go, The sweet eyes close, while still she prays; And then I whisper sad and low, "Thou'st come to the part o' the ways." And one I saw in early youth Leave parents kind, the w^orld to roam; With heart brimful of love and true To make his way he leaves his home; His sheltered childhood left behind, He thinks e'en in these early days, "The world is bright, and 1 shall find Much joy at the part o* the ways-" Says one w^ho long the world had tried And found its gains like bubbles fair. Its joy elusive, "Woe betide The one who trusts its baleful snare.'* Footsore and weary lone and sad, "Take all you've given," — His head he lays On mother earth's fond breast, so glad He's come to the part o* the ways. O in this gladsome hour of spring. When pleasure lures and beckons you To join in folly's Maddening sw^ing, To early precepts, O be true! That when the time — as come it must — Shall come to you at end of days. Your heart can safely in Him truat. Who led at the part o' the ways. 18 i -> » l ■ Toyon berries by the roadside Promise give of Christmas cheer; Forest trees in brown and golden Speak of winter almost here; Squirrels frisk and birds fly swiftly Gathering up their winter store; E'en the chipmunks, saucy fellows. Seem to say, "The summer's o'er." Fragrant pine and manzanita, And the graceful fir trees tall. Grand madrone and rugged live-oak, Cheer me, for I love them all. Far below us stretch the valleys Robed this morn in pearly white. Like the billows of the ocean With their whitecaps soft and bright. Here and there as on we journey, From the mist the heads arise Of the low^er range of mountains. Peering upward toward the skies. And in fancy I look dow^nward On old ocean's romp and roar, And I seem to see strong sw^immers Batding hard to reach the shore. But as down the road we're winding, Lost is dream of swimmer bold; For the scene is ever changing. Open glade or mountain hold. Till at last my tired palfrey Slow descends to valley's rim. And a wondrous panorama Greets my eyes, no clouds to dim. 19 Just before to chgurm the vision Stretches out the changeful scene. Lowly cot and goodly mansion, While green meadows lie between; And at eve as homeward wending Up the mountain's grand old height. Purple haze enwrapping valley Seems to breathe a soft "good night." Tis a saying of old unfailing and true "Let us do with our might what our hands find to do," For this is the work time, no other I'll see That can bring such rich blessings to me. The world's harvest waits, while the dreamers sleep on. Unmindful that many to ruin have gone Who might have been saved had he waked to this thought, And no half-hearted service had wrought. There is joy in the service of doing our best. There are great opportunities waiting our quest; Let this be our motto as long as we live, "No half-hezurted service I'll give." The "loud cry" is sounding. The ranks let us fill! Hasten on, looking upward, each doing His wrilll There are evils to shun, but a heaven's in view. And naught but true service will do. With a steady persistence, press on toward the gates; For beyond them the joy of eternity waits. And the ones whom the King in His beauty shall see No half-hearted Christians will be. 20 3! Clnoto /^ot I know not, Lord, how dark the night Through which my feet may grope; But this I know^, Thou art my light, Thy word my only hope. I know^ not. Lord, the devious paths O'er which my way may tend ; But this I know, thy w^ord is sure; ThouUt keep me to the end. I know not. Lord, what I can do To haste this message sw^eet; But, Lord, I consecrate my all. And rest in thee, complete. And then w^hate'er Thou hast for me Of changes, I'll abide. In storm or calm, in shade or sun. Safe sheltered by Thy side. And when the sheaves are garnered in, And Thou, my Lord, dost come. May I be numbered with the blest Who hear the glad "Well done." M String of Pearl? Thou sawest me a little babe When life began on Time's rough sea. And thou dids't hear my first faint cry, O heart of love, and cared'st for me; My soul from tiny atom spoke, And in Thy book my members wrote. Psalms 139:16 21 A child so full of faults was I, And early orphaned; who could be A friend to guide my steps aright? — No other friend so good as He Who hears the ravens when they cry, Nor lack they aught who to him fly. Psalms 147:9 Through gloom of night my cry arose To Him who rules. The way seemed dark. No hand outstretched to aid seemed near. No mother's love, the thorns were sharp ; Though father, mother, thee forsake. The Lord thy cause will undertake. Psalms 27:10 Years pass, and earthly pleasures lure And beckon on in ways of sin Till, lo, a voice from out the night Whispers, "O let thy Saviour in." When Satan caused my feet to slide The Lord was listening when I cried. Psalms 94:18 Temptations strong may to us come; Close sheltered by the Rock we hide; No storm can wreck or tempest drown If close w^e stay at his dear side; Tempted and tried that we, through Him May help to save lost souls from sin. 1 Peter 2:21; Heb. 2:18 Now^, as the darkening shadow^s fall. Through storm or calm, where'er I rove, O'er desert drear or mountain wild, 1 feel Thy hand and know Thy love, Thy ioving kindness, O, so free. And with that love Thou drawest me. Jer. 31:3 22 ' » '',' Bt Ci)c M^^ttfi iFcet There is work and toil in the day's hard moil, And time rolls faster and faster; But the day is blest when the evening's rest Is spent at the feet of the Master. O the wear and tear of the load of care That so many bear in their anguish! Could they know their Guide as He walks beside, No more in sorrow^ they'd languish. O how sweet the day, when beside the rough way Are some w^e can help w^hile w^e cheer them; Though our ow^n courage lacks, w^e have not on our backs A load, for there's One who will bear them. So as onward we go 'mid the rain or the snow. Through drought and all kinds of weather. No storm will we fear, while the Master is near, And the desert is blooming with heather. And though dark shadows come, we are nearing our home. Though clouds gather thicker and faster; Still the joy will be sweet, when at His blessed feet We shall lay down our sheaves for the Master. Compensiation Sometimes my heart is sad and weary Of this world of sin; I long for that bright home where sorrow Cannot enter in; And then the thought comes softly stealing. If we faithful prove. We soon shall enter bliss immortal. Crowned with Jesus' love. 23 Chorus : We long to see Him coming; We'll watch and work and pray; We'll faithful prove the Saviour's love. Then praise through endless day. Sometimes a cloud of darkness hovers O'er our w^eary way, And like a pall shuts out the sunlight Of earth's brightest day; Yet every cloud that thus enfolds us, Is for help allowed — A silver lining shines the brightest 'Neath the darkest cloud. Then let us fix our thoughts on heaven, And the glories there. Our lamps well trimmed and brightly burning With a radiance fair. We'll help to lift our fallen brothers And our sisters dear, And then with them we'll greet our Saviour When he shall appear. Higlft Comet!) On a sick-bed low, in a cottage lone, Where the wind and the rain are beating, I lie and look at the dark, dark clouds, And watch the rain's white sheeting. And lo, in the w^est a strip appears Of the Eizure blue of heaven. And the storm-king flies before the breeze As a ship by tempest driven. So it may be now, though the clouds seem dark. And the way seems dreary ever, Still the light may come, and my life flow on Like a bright and shining river. 24 ^ije 1 ''''>'t'>1,, ,5 ^ J -1 J » » 'Cije Hibeg of a O^itp From my window I look on a city, When the shadows of evening come down, And look on the streets all a glitter w^ith lights And sadly I muse on the town. The storm-clouds grow dark in the Heavens, But still the lights flicker and gleam, Unheeding the pattering raindrops that fall. Which myriads of jewels seem. And I think of the homes of the city Where hearts beam with gladness and love, While others are sad and despondent tonight, Not a glimpse of light from above. Not a ray of hope in the darkness To dispel this earth's sorrow and night, 'Till a voice softly w^hispers, "O, come unto me. And for darkness I'll give to you light. "And for sorrow shall joy be your portion For sickness, health speedily come; If you leave off your hardness and sinning, You shall dwell in that glorious home. "You shall eat of the fruit of the Life tree. And shall see the dear Saviour who died To offer a ransom for all who will come To the One who was crucified." And I'm glad when I look on the city That there's some w^ho will heed the call. And come, while the door of His mercies stands wide. And there's pardon and cleansing for all. 71 M Cijilb'g Mtmoviti of a ^torm I The day was sweltering, the earth was dry, And curling corn leaves hoarsely cry. And lift their tassels, athirst for rain. All parched were the whitening fields of grain, The sands were hot to the children's feet. And silence o'er nature reigned complete. II A sudden rumble! The clouds roll high, And dim and darken the earth and sky, While vivid lightnings flash, and pale, And race before the rising gale. A distant mutter! A moaning sound! And raindrops patter upon the ground. Ill Still nearer and nearer the storm clouds roll. Until, in rapture, my very soul Transported, views the wondrous sight Of warring elements in their might. A sound as though Heaven and earth were rent. And the floods to their furies are giving vent. IV To Heaven's reservoir, opened wide To usher in a foaming tide Of pent up power; a lull, and then A fiercer blast rushed by, as when In ancient days the waters rose And overwhelmed God's sinful foes. V From hill to hill the thunders roar And dashing torrents downward pour. A sudden crahl a tearing sound ! 72 The mighty forces shake the ground Like tramp of armies in deadly strife, When brave men struggle for very life. VI A sycamore tree stands rent and torn By a bolt which the storm-clouds breast had borne. And then, as spent by their mad career Afar in the distance they disappear. And the sun looks down on the freshen'd earth As though a new Eden were given birth. VII And thus I see in clouds which lower An emblem of God's mighty pow^er; And hear His voice through tempests roar Speaking peace, as He spoke in days of yore, And an emblem true will the promise hold, A bow^ in the clouds to my eyes unfold. aione Alone, and we have walked life's path For more than forty peaceful years. And now, no more his voice I hear. Although I seek him oft with tears. For he is gone from out my life, No more to answ^er to my call; I speak his name before I think, And there is silence, that is all. For he is sleeping his last sleep Which knows no change till Jesus come; Ah, glad would I, w^ere my w^ork o'er — Sleep by his side at set of sun. I must not mourn for loved ones gone, Others are needing me today; With faith and prayer, I'll journey on. Nor grieve too sore along the way. 73 For that great day will soon be here; We'll clasp our dear ones, ne'er to part Rejoice! we know His coming's near, This truth shall strengthen my sad hesui:. Hutumn Heabeg The woods are bright with a scarlet flame, Or with gold and green are dressed, While the cricket chants a funeral dirge As he hides in the earth's cold breast. And far away rings the farewell note Of birds, who their homes must leave, And wing their way to the sunny south. Though our hearts they sadly grieve. The autum leaves play a merry tune. As they eddy round and round, 'Till at last with a flip and a merry slip They softly fall to the ground. But though storms must come, and their forms at last Are lost in the leafy mold. Yet when spring-time comes, the forgotten leai May blossom in green and gold. So like the leaves, we are blithe and gay, Or sad, as the rain-drop comes, 'Till our heart-strings, touched by a hand divine. Shall vibrate, with joyful tones. The rhymes we sing, and the thoughts that spring May sleep awhile in the mold. But a brighter, yes, and a fairer life May blossom in finest gold. 74 Cf)t 2?urial of aiutumn The Autumn winds blow bleak and cold, But gaily the lambkins play; The farm-boy drives his flocks to their fold As he whistles a round-de-lay. The yellow corn has been gathered in, And piled in the old corn crib. Like a horn of plenty \vith golden store, *Tis filled to its topmost rib- The products of farm and garden are brought Through the cellar's open door, Until, w^ith potato and apple bins. They reach from ceiling to floor. The farmer hies to the old wood road, And the wood pile grows each day; The horses strain with the heavy load. Which sways on the homeward way. For winter will come, and the warm fire-light Must be fed from the autumn's hoard; And old and young will be sni/g and bright, As they gather around the board. So the autumn's here and is d5ang fast. As the dry leaves softly fall. And when winter comes they'll sleep at last With the beautiful snow over all. A flake of snow comes eddying round. And falls on the earth's cold breast. And others follow it to the ground Until autumn is laid to rest. 75 How many of those whom we now behold. Whose faces we love so well. Shall walk with Him in the City of Gold In those mansions of glory dwell. Chorus How many are they? How many are they? Who will join the happy throng Which shall enter in to the City's gates And join in the conqueror's song. How many who walk through the busy street And join in the jostling throng Shall with garments white at the Master's feet Unite in the glad new song? How many are those who on pleasure bent On the surging sea of life, Shall turn their steps in the narrow^ way As they go through this w^orld of strife? How many will seek from the crowds that pass Some gems for the Saviour's crow^n. Who for you and me on Calvary's tree His wonderful life laid down? Shall we be ready for our Lord to see And to hear His words "Well Done," To see His smile and to hear Him say, "Come enter my glorious home?" Only a kind word spoken Only a gentle deed, But it showed the way to Jesus To one who was sore in need. 76 Cljc t©onbcrs of O^ut of l^oorsi I love the country, full and free, Where we can breathe the freshest air, Where wonders manifold w^e see, For there is beauty everywhere. I walk through fields and woods close by, Bright flowers adorn the w^ays I go, And clinging tendrils charm the eye, *Tis lovely, for God made it so. Such tiny flowers I picked one day. So delicate, yet wondrous fine. And perfected, in every w^ay. For He who made them is divine. Each spire of grass that nature weaves, Into a carpet for our feet. All clinging moss and verdant leaves Are emblems of the Infinite. And w^hen I think of His great pow^er That formed the atom and the oak, The mountains w^hich above us tow^er, The birds and bees, to being spoke; Unfathomed, all these wonders are The stars of Heaven, the mighty sea, His loving thought and tender care, How wondrous He should think of me. He deigns to own us as His friends. Co-workers with Him in the soil. By sweat of face we gain our ends. He blesses all our honest toil. The growing grain, and ripened wheat. And fruit and vines for food of man, His helpers, we, in labor sw^eet All work together in His plan. 77 a •• v.- V..* : 4 • ••• : •••• • •v. : I ** * ••••• : •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ■ »••••••••••••••••' V ••• • .-< •••••• ^uti) H l©ontierful ^abiour A wanderer, I, upon the desert, No light to guide me through the gloom; The clouds were dark around my pathway, And naught but death my rightful doom. When through the tempest I heard my Saviour His sad voice calling. The night was falling: Like sweetest music The invitation In gentle accents, "Child, come home." I came to Jesus, broken-hearted. And in His love He pardoned me; And now from earthly joys I've parted, For by His grace He set me free. I go rejoicing — The way seems brighter. And all before me The path grows lighter, And full of gladness I'll follow onward, I'll follow Jesus All the w^ay. The world may call me with its trifles. Its pleasures lure, but to destroy; I've found a precious friend in Jesus, And joys of earth are but alloy. Oh come and test Him And be forgiven, For soon in glory He comes from heaven; He's gently pleading While mercy lingers, "Come, poor sinners. Come to me." 79 Ctoo Wtabtvi A weaver sits by her loom and works Her hands fly swiftly the whole day long Through storm and calm, she never shirks, And her shuttle sings a merry song. And even bright colors or dark she weaves Over and over the w^hole day through; 'Till at last her task is done; and she leaves Her loom, the finishing off to do. She ties the threads, and she snips the ends, Until at last it is smooth and neat. Then smiles, as she view^s her finished work. And joys, her labor is now complete. And I thought of the master. His work are we; He holds the shuttle. He weaves each strand; And the dark and light in our lives may be To make us fit for that better land. Sometimes impatient we may become. Too much of the darkness woven in, "Too little of sunshine," w^e sadly moan; But so it will be in this w^orld of sin. Let dark clouds gather, there's always light Behind their rim, w^here He hides His face. There'll be welcome home, and a glory bright. To those who through darkness His love can trace. 80 I've heard the story told so oft, But yet 'tis ever new, The story of our blessed Lord Who died for me and you. And to His Father did ascend, Bright mansions to prepare; And if we're faithful here below We soon shall meet Him there. That land with living water flows, And trees are fresh and green: And flowers with fragrance fill the air. And bright the golden sheen Of fruitful fields of waving grain; Naught can on earth compare With joys our Saviour has in store, For those who meet Him there. I long to see His blessed face. And hear the ransomed sing All praise and honor to His name. While heaven's arches ring. Let's join the ranks of workers here. And faithful servants prove, Then sing, "All hail!" when Jesus comes In glory from above. Set your \ ¥ork high, nor deign to stoop To grosser things of earth. If failures come, then rise again And make them stepping-stones to worth; Be God's great love your hope and joy. And faith your guiding star, my boy. 81 Congetration Not to sit down with folded hands To wait the Lord's anointing, But with feet well shod and armor bright To do the Lord's appointing. To work while 'tis day in the harvest field To go w^ith a faith undaunted, To suffer or die if so He wills. This is the service wanted. None who "stand idle all the day" Will have sheaves for the Master's pleasure; So up and w^ork! He calls, aw^ay. With overflowing measure. Filled with the Holy Spirit's power. Vanished all doubts and sighing. His will be done, from this very hour Our all on the altar lying. A sluggish pond lay in its nest Around rose hills, with trees bestead, Pale w^ater lillies on its breast Their roots dug deep in slimy mud. Yet up from the filth to God's sun light. Stands a beautious flower so pure and white. Some people there are that believe in luck. But the kind that seems best to me Is not by a horse-shoe symbolized. But is luck prefixed by a " P ". 82 From far off lands still comes the cry Of many people calling; They bow them down to wood and stone Prone on their faces falling. And still their cry rings out to us Who know^ the gospel tidings. Shall we this message send to them, And ow^n the spirits guidings? A great reward aw^aits the ones Who, patiently enduring Keep striving for the promised prize And turn from pleasure's luring. Their treasure is laid up above; To do their Father's pleasure Is all they ask. Their heart of love Finds comfort without measure. They take the message far and near, To distant plain and mountain, Their voice with stirring note and clear, Points to the cleansing fountain Where Christ's own blood was shed for all (Who will accept salvation), The honest souls upon the earth From every tribe and station. "To him who overcomes the world,*' The message sweet is given. **A place is promised on His throne" And mansions fair in Heaven. To all who love and serve Him here Shall ope' the pearly portals. And songs of victory shall cheer The ones who reign immortals. 83 Presentation ^tviti for tije 2?itile Man's word may fail, But God's word stand eth sure; Though all else come to naught. It shall endure. Take and read this precious casket, Filled with pearls of greatest worth; Heed, O heed its truths, I ask it; Better they, than gems of earth. Like a precious fountain. Pouring from its brink. Streams of living w^ater. Where we all may drink. May this precious Bible be A token of God's love for thee; May its truths to thee be blest. In giving thee eternal rest. Accept this treasure, friend of mine. And search its pages o'er; A lamp to light those feet of thine Unto the other shore. Away in the grand old mountains, Afar from earth's busy strife, Thus in the heart of nature Shall my nesdings begin their life; The trees of forest ever An inspiration will be, My heart shall be saddened never With all these beauties to see. So we builded a home in the greenwood. And my nestlings were given me. And day by day were nourished Their lives so lovingly. Life could not be quite sordid With so many things to love, With the beauteous mountains round us And with God's sweet sky above. And often in early morning. As I looked from our cottage door, I could see the mountain ranges Wrapped in their mantle hoar. And ever the massive redwoods Their tall spires pointing above, A grand and wonderful temple All proving our God is love. And the music of the pine trees And the giant redwoods tall Were atuned to the harps of heaven. And I loved them, loved them all; The flowers in the garden whispered Of the love that never fails. And the songsters sang their sweetest In their quiet woodland vales. 85 The mountains still are guarding. Though rent by earthquake shock, The valley and flowing streamlet. But my heart it mindeth not, For the ones who blessed our table And brightened our cottage door Have taken their place in life's battle. And the children return no more. For a time my heart shall hunger. And my longing eyes grow dim, But when earth's last sheaves are gathered Then they will be welcomed in; The toil and strife all over. All the sin and heartache past. Then there will be joyful meetings When the Home Call sounds at last. *Tis said that in November There comes a special day In which we should be thankful With all our hearts alway. And this is as it should be, This custom of good cheer, To praise the bounteous Giver For blessings of the year. So we won't forget Him, The author of us all; *Tis surely right and proper To keep it every fall. Tis fine to meet with loved ones Around our humble boards, And naught on earth can equal The joy that home affords. The home-made bread and butter; O, how the moments fly. When at the table seated We eat the pumpkin pie! And taste the cakes and apples And num'rous other things. And join the merry laughter — Time surely must have wings. For soon the day is over. And friends must part forsooth; But ever lingers with us. To age from early youth. The joy of these reunions; The blessings which they bring, The lowly home and loved ones Are coveted by kings. I think each day should bring us A glad thanksgiving time; For O, His love and mercies From day to day are mine. And so from year's commencement Until December's old. We all have cause to thank Him For blessings manifold. 87 Wiitn 3esu0 Comeg No heart shall ache when Jesus comes; We'll all be gathered home; No sad heart break when Jesus comes; We'll all be gathered home; No tear drops dim our waking eyes, No sound of grief or sorrow's sighs, But rapturous songs shall fill the skies; We'll all be gathered home. No death's cold wave when Jesus comes; We'll all be gathered home; No lonely grave w^hen Jesus comes; We'll all be gathered home; No long farewell, the fond heart crushed, No sad refrain, "dust unto dust;" But glorious meeting with the just; We'll all be gathered home. O, glorious time when Jesus comes! We'll all be gathered home; O sight sublime! when Jesus comes. We'll all be gathered home. O, hasten on, great day so blest. And bring the saint's eternal rest! O, let me hide in Jesus' breast. When we are gathered home. 88 3nbex At The Master's Feet 23 Almost Home .--._. 29 At His Coming - - - - - - -43 An Outing .--.--. 51 Asleep -------.67 Alone - - - - - -- 73 Autumn Leaves - - - - - - 74 Burial of Autumn, The - - - - - 75 Comfort -.-.--.12 Compensation ------ 23 Come, Lord Jesus - - - - - - 38 Comfort, (To A Friend) ----- 43 Call to Service, A - - - - -.57 Children's Song ------ 62 Child's Memories of A Storm, A - - - - 72 Consecration ------ §2 Day Dawns ------- 35 Divine Artist, The ------ 46 Day of His Coming, The - - - - - 51 Dusty Road, A------ 58 Expected Guest, The ------ 8 Going Home Together ------ g Great Consumation, The ----- 25 Garden in Fact and Fancy, The - - - - 28 Gospel Message ------ 49 Girlie 60 Gleam of Light, A------ 78 Homesick ------.30 Hope -._.... 36 He is Coming Again - - - - - - 44 He's Coming ------ 50 Heart of Love ------_63 How Many ------- 76 Home Beyond, The - - - - - - 81 I Know Not 21 In the Books ---._. 32 Independence Ode - - - - - - 42 Just Write a Letter Home - . . . 27 Joy of My Lord, The 36 Jesus is Coming Again ----- 54 Just Fifty Years -_.-.. 65 Light Cometh --.-... 24 Looking Forward ------ 40 Lines on Anniversary - - - - - - 55 Lighting a Candle ------ 66 Love-Light of Home, The - - - - - 68 Lives of a City, The 71 My Michigan - - - - -- -7 My Heaven Land ------ 14 Motherless ------- 26 My Guardian Angel ----- 31 Memories - - - - - - -56 Master's Call, The - . - - - 59 No Half Hearted Service 20 Our Boys ------- 6 Our Mountain Home ----- H Only a Tramp 33 Only a Little Flower ----- 52 Our Baby ------- 66 Only - - - 69 Old Fire Place, The 70 Overcomers, The ------ 83 Protected ------- 9 Part of the Ways, The 18 Pleasure Missed, A - - - - - - 64 Presentation Verses from the Bible - - - 84 Redeeming the Time - Snow Lesson, The Story Ever New, The String of Pearls, A Sabbath Walk, A - Signs of His Coming Such A Wonderful Saviour Trust To a Missionary's Bride Tested - To a Bride - That Beautiful Home - To the Little Ones - Thouhgts of Mother Two Weavers When Mother Tucked Us In What I Saw Wee Stranger, The Wonders of the Out of Doors - 41 5 15-17 21 &22 45 - 61 79 - 13 17 - 34 37 - 39 47 - 53 80 - 10 19 - 63 77