Poems

Oh , God of Love, be Thou my guide! As error speaks on every side, Give me wisdom for this day; To know Thy allness, Lord, I pray. Love Divine, the need supplies, When on Him, His child relies; And the darksome way grows bright, As Love illumes and clears the sight.

Thou God-crowned, patient Century! Thine hour hath come. Eternity Draws nigh—and bec'ning from above, One hundred years, aflame with Love, Again shall bid old earth good-bye— And to, the light! far Heaven is nigh!— New themes seraphic, Life divine, And bliss that wipes the tears of time Away, will enter, when they may— And bask in one eternal day: 'Tis writ on earth, on leaf and flower— Love hath one race, one realm, one power.

Life, Truth, and Love, Thy endless Light, "What are ages in Thy sight?" Centuries do not come and go, Older, man can never grow; Shines he in Thy radiant sphere, Crowned with Thy Immortal year. Love, the minutes of Thy Day, Each a radiant endless ray; Young as Life, and old as Truth, Thine the wisdom-crowned youth.

If we're working, when we're waiting, We are sure of our reward. Never fearing, never doubting, Trusting all to Christ our Lord.

Peace, be still! the dawn is breaking! Gently shines the morning sun, Stillness broods in benediction; Waiting heart—the night is done! Peace, be still! behold the vision Now appearing in the skies! Still it cometh—nearer, clearer, Soothing, healing, all the wise. Peace, be still! list to the voices, Ringing, ringing, everywhere,— Voices of the Spirit singing, Songs of Nature's realm so fair.

Thou sweet wild flower, so simple, fresh, and fair, With flushed and tender face upraised to greet The troubled wanderer whose weary feet Avoid the crowded way to banish care, Encourage those who heavy burdens bear, And bid them turn from sin and the deceit Of worldly strife, and seek in this retreat A calm and quiet peace, a gift most rare. Though humble be thy station, there are few That better fill their niche in life than thee; The roses, tulips, lilies fair, the aisles Of gardens rich may line; but them, so true To nature's plans, from care and sorrow free Art nothing less than one of God's own smiles.

Trust the Eternal when the shadows gather, When joys of daylight seem so like a dream; God the unchanging pities like a father, Trust on and wait, the daystar yet will gleam. Trust the Eternal, for the clouds that vanish No more can move the mountains from their base, Than sin's illusive wreaths of mist can banish Light from His throne or loving from His face.

I Dreamed a waking dream, yet true. I heavenward looked, and there did view Surpassing glory, calm and clear; Dispelling every trace of fear.

Word of God, whose wondrous entrance Giveth light to men, Gleaming brightly through the darkness, Shine on us again; We have seen the shadows vanish As thy dawn grew bright; Shine upon us in thy glory, Banish all our night! Word of God, in the beginning, Ere the breaking dawn, Thy true Light, forever changeless, Still was shining on; Through uncomprehending darkness, Now, as then, it gleams, And we follow, ever pressing Nearer to its beams. Word of God, made flesh among us, Full of truth and grace, Still, as then, thy radiant glory Lighteth every place.

For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. Romans, 8:14.