Poems

Where Duty calls, go forward! And dare to do the Right; Hold high the flag of Truth and Love, And strike with all your might! Forward! God through Moses spoke To Israel's trembling host— Lo! watery gates were closed upon The pride of Egypt's boast. Be not afraid—in Duty's path— Of famine, flood or foe; As snow flakes falls the manna bread,— From rocks sweet waters flow.

Principle , eternal and harmonious, Nameless and adorable Intelligence, Thou art ever present and Supreme. And when this supremacy of Spirit shall appear, the dream of matter will disappear.

There's a spirit abroad: yea, with power increasing, And fighting the armies of sin; Never retreating, but steady, unceasing, Every battle and fort it will win. There's a spirit abroad, and sweetly is singing The old song angels at Bethlehem sung: "Peace upon earth, and good will to men," For newly the reign of Christ has begun.

" For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead, Lead me aright— Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed— Through Peace to Light. I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed Full radiance here; Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear.

God sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race. Therefore, each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Enfolds some germs of goodness and of right; Else never had the eager soul, which loathes The slothful down of pampered ignorance, Found in it even a moment's fitful rest.

I live for those who love me, For those who love me true; For the heaven that smiles above me And awaits my presence too; For the human ties that bind me, For the tasks by God assigned me, For the bright hopes left behind me, And the good that I can do. I live to hail that season, By gifted minds foretold, Where men shall live by reason, And not alone by gold— When man to man united, And every wrong thing righted, The whole world shall be lighted, As Eden was of old.

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?   Felt ye the power of the Word?      'Twas the Truth that made us free,      And was found by you and me   In the Life and the Love of our Lord. Mourner, it calls thee—come to this Saviour;   Love wipes your tears all away,      And will lift the shades of gloom,      And for thee make blessed room   Where the darkness hath yielded to day.

And thus, O Prophet-bard of old, Hast thou thy tale of wonder told! The same which earth's unwelcome seers Have felt in all succeeding years. Sport of the changeful multitude, Nor calmly heard, nor understood; Thy song has seemed a trick of art, Thy warnings but the actor's part.

Out of my poverty, into his wealth, Out of my sicknesses, into pure health, Out of the false, and into the true, Out of the old man, into the new. Wonderful Love, that has wrought all for me! Wonderful work that has thus set me free! Wonderful ground upon which I have come! Wonderful tenderness, welcoming home!

Thou, who hast come to bring On thy redeeming wing. Healing and sight! Health to the sick in mind, Light to the inly blind, Oh, now to all mankind Let there be light! Speed on thy flight! Move o'er the water's face, Spirit of hope and grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light!