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THERE IS NONE ELSE

He who has gazed upon the starry sky Nights without number, and has learned to trace The path of planets, and the majesty And mystery of numbers numberless, Knows his own nothingness—as dust so small— And learns at length that "He is all in all. " He works His will in all the heavenly host, And none can stay His hand, nor question bring, Nor say, "What doest Thou?" The furthermost Of heaven's white wonders known to angel's wing, Flash but His glory, and adoring fall Before His feet, for "He is all in all.

AN EASTER TRIBUTE

Once again the Easter tidings Ring far out across the earth, Flashing through th' eternal heavens, Flooding all things in their birth. Christ, the Son of God, is risen; Risen by the strength of right, Far above the seeming chaos Into God's eternal light.

A WINTER SCENE

Behold the charm of Nature's touch On bush and shrub and tree; Bending 'neath their icy coats As if they would be free. They stand transformed in garments white As lovely as a bride; They sparkle all with myriad hues In beauty undenied.

EASTER DAY

Earth may bloom fair on Easter Day, The sun's resplendent glory Above the mists of night in strength arising, Their terrors all despising, May tell anew From skies of blue The resurrection story. But dreary clouds may cover o'er The cheerful sky, and rain Cold and forlorn, On this dear morn, May hearts depress and spirits lower That joyous should remain.

BARTIMÆUS

Hugging my staff in my blindness I begged of the passer-by, As sat blind Bartimæus Till the Master heard his cry. I heard the shouts of the people And I knew that the Lord was near, But I hugged my staff the closer And shrank as if in fear.

COUNCIL

The glance that doth thy neighbor doubt, Turn thou. O man, within, And see if it will not bring out Some unsuspected sin.

MAKE ROOM FOR THE CHRIST

No room at the inn for the Lord of Life, No place for the baby head, And the child of Love in his swaddling clothes Was laid in a manger-bed. No room,—and I ponder the story old Of that peaceful Christmas night, Of the crowded inn, and the sleepers there Who saw not the blessed light; Who heard not the song that the angels sang Of the Christ child's holy birth, And only the watching shepherds knew Of the love that had come to earth.

ONE BY ONE

One by one pure thoughts and holy Lift us out of self and sin; One by one bright gleams of glory Show the goal we all would win. One by one our trusts are strengthened, As our lives to thee we give; One by one our days are lengthened, As in love we move and live.

MY CREED

I clasp in faith the hand of God, And trust His loving care. I know no plan or creed that leads So near His throne as prayer.

QUO VADIS?

Immeasurable eons of time respond! Respond thou to my soul; Answer the questions I shall ask! Backward, ye ages, roll. Nay, come not nigh, thou Fear, Thou phantom of my brain.