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 i^ithin my heart for you there grows 
 
 A fairer flower than rarest rose 
 Or any blossom we may name, 
 Unchanged, unfading, just the same 
 All day and times:-for you, --"Just you." 
 My lasting Love sincere and true. 
 
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 •Pour dear face plain may be 
 
 Or exceedingly fair; 
 I'm content if for me 
 A sweet smile lingers there; 
 Be your eyes dim or bright, 
 'Tis their charm, oh my dear. 
 That so thrills with delight 
 When your glances come near. 
 
 As the years gently fall 
 You grow dearer to me, 
 Yet the You, after all. 
 Is the You I can't see; 
 This intangible part 
 Is forever the same. 
 More than mind, all of heart, 
 We say Love is its name. 
 
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 want you in the morning, 
 To share the early light, 
 To train my eager sight. 
 
 I need you all the day, dear. 
 To keep me in the right, 
 And point me to the height. 
 
 I crave your restful presence 
 At home, with calm delight 
 And love, when falls the night. 
 
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 ^ome wish for health and wealth and fame. 
 For things to hold and strength to do; 
 
 All these the same,-a hollow name,- 
 To me, had I not love and you. 
 
 Some wish for length of days, to strive, 
 To win, to push some hobby through; 
 
 While I'm alive and only thrive 
 
 Because, my dear, of love and you. 
 
 Some wish for heaven when they go. 
 But I'm sincere and steadfast, too, 
 
 To let you know that here below, 
 
 I've heaven now with love and you. 
 
 So let them wish for what they may, 
 My wish, I'm sure, I'll never rue; 
 
 The best each day comes here to stay 
 In life and death with love and you. 
 
^nother day is closing, 
 Another sun has set; 
 
 Some love that we'll remember, 
 Some folly to forget. 
 
 A little rest and sleeping, 
 
 And then we'll try again 
 
 To sound life's certain keynote. 
 And lilt a sweeter strain. 
 
 Attuned to kinder thinking, 
 To doing helpful deeds, 
 
 We'll leap to willing action,- 
 For love fills all our needs. 
 
"^Ihis morn when first I 'woke, sweetheart, 
 
 You seemed so real and near to me. 
 As if in dreams we wandered free, 
 And waking, lingered, nor would part. 
 
 All day a happy thought of you. 
 
 Just like some melody divine. 
 
 Has surged within this heart of mine, 
 
 And made me strong and kind and true. 
 
 At night so very near you seem, 
 I reach with eager hands to touch 
 The dear one whom I love so much,- 
 And fall asleep that we may dream. 
 
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 A smile that nestles near a dimple, 
 An eye with captivating twinkle, 
 The rest, you know, is very simple, 
 When love is new, 
 
 A heart (sweetheart), that's in a flutter. 
 Slow steps in shady ways to putter. 
 And idle things which lips will utter. 
 With love's rose hue. 
 
 A constancy, a sure defender, 
 A thought, a glance, a word that's tender, 
 Of helpfulness a willing lender,- 
 And love is true. 
 
^'d never mind the long, long days 
 
 So full of toil which, unawares. 
 Creeps on to me; whose burden weighs 
 Beyond my strength, and there it stays,- 
 If I just thought that Someone cares. 
 
 I'd brave the nights with little rest, 
 And say with faith my tardy prayers; 
 I'd banish dreams which fright, at best, 
 My sleeping hours, - if in my quest 
 I'd find and know that Someone cares. 
 
 I know full well that 'mong the throng 
 Someone there is who kindly shares 
 The hopes which murmur in my song, 
 And holds Ideals I bear along; 
 So I shall try, for Someone cares. 
 
 When I behold the pictured face 
 And when the fancied voice declares 
 An eaurnest wish to keep me pace. 
 Then Love will hallow that fair place, - 
 Because each knows that Someone cares. 
 
^^omeone within my thought has place, 
 
 Along with just a few, 
 Who adds a most delightful grace: 
 'Tis you! 
 
 Someone, like music, soothes my way, 
 
 Brings harmony in lieu 
 Of trials and discord all the day: 
 'Tis You! 
 
 Someone across the miles, to me 
 
 Brings cheer the whole day through, 
 Someone with inner sight I see: 
 *Tis you! 
 
Someone retouched with master hand, 
 
 Life's picture, and I view 
 Hope's vaulting sky, Love's wide-spread land: 
 'Twas you! 
 
 Someone, most welcome in my heart. 
 
 Sits near,-my Friend,-and who? 
 You know for whom 'twas set apart: 
 Just you! 
 
 Someone has told with tender voice. 
 
 Love's story, old yet new,- 
 I whisper, can you hear? "My choice: 
 'Tis you!" 
 
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 A, busy world, a hopeful view, 
 
 A life that's thrilled by constant gain, 
 Each day made new wherein to do 
 Our work, then rest and try again 
 To win Life's crown. 
 
 A heart in tune, a smiling face, 
 
 A lingering kiss, fond clinging arms, 
 A soothing grace, the soul's right place. 
 Sweet home and friend8,-these natal charms, 
 When night drops down! 
 
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 '^ow measure all you are to me? 
 
 By mountain height or depth of sea? 
 By endless rolling of the spheres? 
 By ceaseless passing of the years? 
 More precious than the rarest gem! 
 A swelling wave no barque can stem! 
 So high, so deep, so far, so long, 
 So rare, my dear, and yet so strong! 
 You're all in all to me. 
 
 All this and more falls short, Tm sure, 
 Of measuring love that will endure; 
 Its subtle power, of God a part, 
 Can be divined but by the heart. 
 So hoping, trusting all, I give 
 Each beat of heart by which I live; 
 And lo! Like music soft and sweet. 
 You measure back to me each beat. 
 You're all in all to me. 
 
 Thus measured, love, this precious gift 
 Of each to each, precludes a rift. 
 The heights and depths we understand. 
 Love reigns supreme, in sweet command; 
 Our path is light, our purpose true, 
 A rhythmic measure running through; 
 And, Ceunarade, we're one for aye 
 When each to each with truth can say,- 
 You're all in all to me. 
 
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mittle flower a-sleeping, 
 
 Breezes gently creeping, 
 
 Sunbeam comes a-peeping,- 
 Flower awakes and grows. 
 
 Bird at morn is winging, 
 Joyously 'tis singing 
 Cheer to earth a-bringing,- 
 Each must sing his song. 
 
 Heart for comrade pining, 
 Sparkling eyes a-shining. 
 Tender arms entwining,- 
 Love has found its own. 
 
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 ^SHlien day is new, 
 
 There clear in view, 
 My memory brings you. 
 
 And all the day. 
 
 Along the w^ay, 
 
 My memory bears you. 
 
 When day is o'er, 
 
 Just as before. 
 
 My memory holds you. 
 
 What need I care! 
 
 For everywhere, 
 
 My memory keeps you. 
 
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 ipecause of you, with larger view, 
 
 I see a purpose running through 
 Life's maze. With Love is Wisdom near 
 To blend and bless with lasting cheer. 
 
 Because of you I'm strong to do 
 The kind and noble deed. Anew 
 Inspired with usefulness, I go 
 Alert, the best in life to sow. 
 
 Because of you, I can accrue 
 
 Life's best with which your path to strew; 
 
 I'll grasp ideals I now pursue,- 
 
 All this and more because of you. 
 
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 ^^ew life Spring's bringing! 
 
 My heart's a-singing 
 Of happiness, you know. 
 
 More welcome comer 
 Than flower of summer 
 Is LOVE,-life's zest, I trow. 
 
 Dead leaves are falling, 
 
 My heart's a-calling, 
 
 And rich the autumn glow! 
 
 Love, life's a posy,- 
 
 In winter rosy,- 
 
 All seasons Love can grow. 
 
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 ust yesterday I met you, dear, 
 And things were all made new, 
 As like to like we each drew near. 
 Twin-souls to impulse true. 
 
 To-day we meet again. What thrill 
 
 Of joy and deep delight 
 Runs tingling, sensate, to fulfill 
 
 The old, old story's plight. 
 
 To-day, tomorrow, ever, sweet. 
 Love blending soul to soul: 
 
 Our lonely rays one light complete! 
 
 We've reached, dear one, life's goal. 
 
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 j^hen the birds fly south no more after nesting, 
 When the seasons lose their treasure, 
 
 When the precious ores all fail in the testing, 
 
 When true hearts shall cease love's measure, 
 Then my love may falter. 
 
 When incline the loftiest mountains lowly, 
 When the valleys bear no flowers, 
 
 When unknown is hope and all that is holy. 
 When are gone life's potent powers, - 
 Then my love may falter. 
 
 When the waters flow no more to the ocean, 
 When bright stars forszJce their places. 
 
 When old earth forgets her triunal motion, 
 When our God withholds His graces, - 
 Then my love may falter. 
 
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 The Quest 
 For Happiness 
 
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 A Color Allegory 
 
 By 
 Alice Powell Strong 
 
1 he (Juest 
 For Happiness 
 
 A Color Allegory 
 By Alice Powell Strong. 
 
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 A YOUTH started out to hunt for 
 Happiness. He garbed himself 
 in Eagerness. Over his shoulder he 
 carried the gun of Desire and his am- 
 munition was Expectations. 
 
 At the beginning of his quest he met 
 the God of Illusions who showed tv 
 him the picture of a bright red bii'd. 
 "How beautiful!" exclaimed the youth. 
 **It surely is the picture of what I am 
 seeking; nothing shall satisfy me un- 
 til I have captured this bird of Love." 
 So he wandered on, and on, catching 
 glimpses ocassionally of the flaming 
 bird, but it was always just beyond 
 his range. 
 
 As he approached the Valley of Sor- 
 row he picked up a bright red feather 
 dropped from the wing of the Bird of 
 lx)ve. He sat down to rest and pon- 
 der upon the fruitlessness of his search, 
 when Experience said to him, "He who 
 finds Love but has ignored Truth c^n 
 
never tind happiness. ihen he re- 
 membered that in his search for Love 
 he had not even seen the other birds 
 as they hovered near him, so eager had 
 he been to capture Love. "Tell me," 
 he asked Experience, "why did I not 
 capture Love when I searched so dili- 
 gently for her? All I found was a 
 feather dropped from her wing." "The 
 Love Bird is never captured," said Ex- 
 perience, "it is Universal and belong- 
 to All. He who finds one feather i- 
 favored. Go Thou forth again and 
 hunt." 
 
 Once more illusion came along and 
 showed him a picture. This time it 
 was Truth, w^ith wings outstretched, 
 and of a deep blue shade, and ignoring 
 all other birds he sought only for 
 Truth, and fared forth into the land 
 of Middle-age. At the end of the wood 
 of Despair he picked up a blue feather. 
 He placed it with the first and found 
 that the bright red had changed to a 
 softer, rosier hue. 
 
 This time he met Reality, and said 
 to him, *T have found all of Love and 
 Truth it is given any man to enjoy, yet 
 I have not found Happiness. Canst 
 Thou tell me why?" Reality answer- 
 ed, "Love and Truth are not enough. 
 
they need to be blended with Wisdom." 
 Then he beheld the picture of a large 
 yellow bird. 
 
 Again he started out, this time arm- 
 ored with Love and Truth, across the 
 country of Old Age. As he came to the 
 end of the trail he found a yellow 
 • feather. Then he sat down to rest. 
 
 When the world passed by he saw 
 them not. On his face was the smile 
 t)f happiness, and in his cap were three 
 pure white feathers. 
 
 The Quest 
 
 By John Willis Ring. 
 
 I SOUGHT for happiness and rest 
 W^ith crowds that surged in an- 
 xious quest; 
 Alone and eager, sought their balm 
 Rvasive they, in stress or calm. 
 
 T thought to ease the lonely pain 
 
 Of those who sought, like me, in vain. 
 
 When mind and heart combined to 
 
 bless, 
 I found both rest and happiness. 
 
 — Federation. 
 
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