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A DEBT

How much of loving service we owe God For all the years we quailed before His name, Charging all evils to His chastening rod, For hell itself imputing Him the blame. We thought it was His will that made the shore From north to south one long uncovered grave; That when the booming surf with thunderous roar Deepened the storm, it was the sign He gave.

"DESIRE IS PRAYER"*

Into the soft surrounding air A flower grew, Straight and tall and wondrous fair, Of perfect hue. Into the warm surrounding air, All the day long, It breathed a soft, sweet-sounding prayer, Like to a song.

We are proclaimed, even against our wills...

We are proclaimed, even against our wills— If we are silent, then our silence speaks— Children from tumbling on the summer hills Come home with roses rooted in their cheeks. I think no man can make his lie hold good,— One way or other, truth is understood.

THE HOLY DAY

By law from Sinai's clouded steep A toiling world was blest; And still the listening nations keep The day of sacred rest. Renewed to peace and power and joy, Man's soul is free this day; Nor task nor care our minds employ; We need but love and pray.

"SHOW US THE FATHER"

The doubting grope to God with footsteps slow, The path is stony, and the thistles grow. With bleeding feet they stumble as they go, And longing cry, O Father, help us know! A bird is singing sweetly overhead; A blossom nestles in its dewy bed; A hungering heart with living bread is fed; A child's pure faith that asks but to be led.

"THE BEAUTIFUL IN NATURE"

The quest of beauty, and the keen desire To hold her captive and to gain her throne, Long time had tilled me with a quenchless fire To make her sweet perfections all mine own. Long did I dream, by beauty's spell beguiled; I saw the substance and satiety Of all completeness, wholly reconciled By nature's king, in nature's harmony: I deemed that he who drinks the draught of song, Sung by the woods and waves and hills untrod, And sings in tune thereto, to him belong The things of beauty, and of beauty's God.

"CLOTHED UPON"

Some one had said that I was in the wrong; Some one had but advised with kind intent, Yet this correction hurt and rankled long; I could not take the help as it was meant. Then came another friend with earnest eyes, And I must tell her how the words had stung.

SATISFIED

It matters not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. And of these stones, or tyrants' thrones, God able is To raise up seed—in thought and deed— To faithful His.

HEAVEN

Heaven is no distant walled abode, Reached with our closing breath; We enter through the gate of Life, And not the gate of death: 'Tis where God is and sheds His care,— And God is with us everywhere. He dwelleth not above the stars, In regions far apart: Heaven is not won by change of place, But by a change of heart.

A TRUE LEADER

Fearless and faithful, thou hast led the van And voiced the truth to ears that scarce would hear; But some seed fell on fruitful soil, and now The ripening grain is swelling in the ear. Still art thou leading, opening up the way; Still, up the mountain, we behold Truth's light, As steadfastly thou leadest into day From out the weary centuries of night.