Questions & Answers
Christmas is coming, bright and gay, With sound of mirth and ring of sleigh. Give heed to One whose radiant love Shone o'er our world from Heaven above,— Who made this earth a globe of light, Till darkling human thought turned bright; Then go, as he would bid you do, If he were with us here below, And help some weary heart to rest Upon your Saviour's tender breast.
Urged by ambition, she, with subtlest skill, Changes her mien. The enthusiast, as a dupe, Shall soar; and, as a hypocrite, can stoop, And turn the instruments of good to ill, Moulding the credulous people to her will.
Bright up into Bossy's eyes Looked the Daisy boldly; But, alas! to his surprise, Bossy ate him coldly. Listen! Daisies in the fields, Hide away from Bossy! Daisies make the milk she yields, And her coat grow glossy.
A fair little girl climbed up in a tree, "To see how Heaven looked," she said. Small notice she took of the long ascent, Seeing only the sky o'erhead.
Candid and curious, how they seek All truth to know and scan; And ere the budding mind can speak, Begin to study man. Confiding sweetness colors all they say, And angels listen when they try to pray.
Oh lovely Voices of the Sky, That hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang "Peace on earth?" To us yet speak the strains, Wherewith, in days gone by, Ye blessed the Syrian swains, Oh Voices of the Sky! Oh clear and shining Light, whose beams That hour Heaven's glory shed Around the palms, and o'er the streams, And on the shepherd's head; Be near, through life and death, As in that holiest night Of Hope and Joy and Faith, Oh clear and shining Light! Oh Star, which led to him whose love Brought down man's ransom free; Where art thou?—Midst the hosts above May we still gaze on thee? In Heaven thou art not set, Thy rays earth might not dim; Send them to guide us yet, Oh Star which led to him! It is the Devil's masterpiece, to make us think well of ourselves ANONYMOUS.
Where shall happiness be found, In the sky or in the ground,— In the bag with money filled, Or the farm with toil tilled? Nay! for happiness supreme, God must be the solemn theme,— Love and Love's eternal Law, Ruling man with gentle awe. Peace and Hope and Truth combine, In the ancient law sublime, Making Joy and Life unite, In the Happiness of Light.
Doth the flower find the sun, Whence alone its life must come? Doth the tree-sap upward flow, Turning from earth's power below? Doth the leaflet glance above, To return God's smile of love? Doth for sunshine pine the fruit, It absorbs not from the root? Doth the forest skyward march, Like some grand cathedral arch? Doth the bee fly toward the light, Shunning darkness as its blight? Doth the ant, to higher land, Tug his mite of delved sand? Doth the bird, on rising wing, To the blue celestial sing? Doth the fount stream toward the sky, Where its watery source must lie? Doth the flame, from household hearth, Seek anew its pristine birth? Thus, oh thought, shouldst thou aspire, Toward supernal, sacred fire!
Towards thy Star, Forever turning, Let Thy light, Within me burning, Make the East Of conscious yearning; As my heart, For lovelight yearning, Feels within, The impulse burning, From the night Of error turning.
[Set to music by Irving I. Harwood, and for sale at Metaphysical College, at O.