Poems

O WANDERER in a foreign land, In mortal mind's domain, What art thou seeking? Rest and peace? Alas! thy search is vain. O wanderer, thy footsteps turn! Turn toward a kingdom fair, Whose Ruler is the Mind Divine,— Sweet rest awaits thee there.

Back to the old, old truths, Back to the only Life, Back from the thoughts of death. Back from a useless strife.

Our Father, Mother Lord, All harmony is thine. Our strength, our Love adored, Thou art the peace divine.

" Below , Around, Above. " The Circle, thus complete, Is Understanding—Love; 'Tis bread of "Life"—'tis Meat.

A friendship lit -with Truth, A Love divine; Bright with eternal youth, Unchanged by time. Not waning with the years, Nor dimmed by sin Watered, mayhap, with tears, New life to win.

WE long to walk the way Our Master trod, Who was the Son of man And Son of God; Oh! may we glorify Our lives on earth, That we may manifest Our heavenly birth. We need thy guiding love, Shepherd who died For love's sake on the cross.

What wondrous truths within thy lids are told! And yet, when only Truth we partly learn, We see that it was taught by prophets old. Then why should wethy sacred precepts spurn? How oft with darts of scorn and hate arrayed, We sought to pierce thy loving author through; But then, as in the days of Christ, she prayed— "Father, forgive, they know not what they do.

"Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled. " — Jesus.

At night on the hills of Judea, The shepherds were watching the sky. Where fleecy clouds gathered and drifted, As the dawn of God's promise drew nigh.

Brood o'er us with Thy shelt' ring wing 'Neath which our spirits blend Like brother birds that soar and sing, And on the same branch bend. The arrow that doth wound the dove Darts not from those who watch and love.