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THERE was never a rose, in its true light seen, That faded and perished; was ne'er a green Of spring-time that died to a winter's gray, Nor a night that fell on eternal day. There was never a shadow but seemed to be, There was never a lapse from reality; And Man, as he is, never discord knew, Never sorrowed nor suffered,— since Truth is true.
LET the waves of sound roll by! Quiet earth's tumultuous measures. In the silence, God draws nigh, And would give thee of His treasures.
A SENSE of life as mortal breath, Bound in a few uncertain years, Waiting, expectant for some death, Walking in bondage to our fears. A heritage of error's curse, A daily round of want and pain, A blind search through the universe For God, that seeks him yet in vain.
MOTHER'S NEW YEAR GIFT TO THE LITTLE CHILDREN. Father, Mother, God, Loving me— Guard me when I sleep, Guide my little feet Up to Thee.
Out of the discord of evil, Into the peace of God's love; Out of the false and the seeming, Into true joy from above. Out of all earth fogs and sorrows, Into the light of Love's face; Out of all sickness and yearning, Into true health, strength and grace.
" Little children, Love each other," Were the words of sainted John. When, the journey nearly ended, This the thought, he dwelt upon.
I've been testing the promise of "Father," My God, who is, Mother and all, A husband to widow, a brother Who will not permit me to fall. He is leading me through the "still waters," Though billows are mountain-top high, With my hand in His, footstep ne'er falters, For I know that the pathway is dry.
' Twas sabbath morn. The city lay I In the embrace of dawn, which, As it blended with the approaching day, Revealed Cathedral dome, and lofty spire Of many a church, where people congregate To worship God; till at length, Its radiance rested on a Temple made Of stone, symmetrical and white, Which towered in silent speech, and Voiceless prayer, piercing the sky;— as if To point beyond the finite view, And lead the worn and weary unto Christ.
Dear Father-Mother, Love Divine I thank Thee that Thy Truth doth shine Into this darkened heart of mine, Turning my darkness into day; And pointing out the perfect way, That I from Thee may never stray; But sheltered by Thy loving care May safely pass each seeming snare, And boldly for the Truth declare. I thank Thee for Thy Love so near; Thy presence doth each moment cheer, And scatter every doubt and fear.
ALL the earthly things around us, Which we prize and hold so dear Are not worth the joy they wive us, With the pleasure and the fear. For they waver and they vanish And they move at beck and call.