Poems

Come , weary hearts, and fearful hearts, And hearts bowed low with sin, The ark of God awaiteth you— Love bids you enter in. Here is no sound of earthly woe, Nor war's unholy din.

Majestic the might our Saviour lived, Vanquishing every ill, Proving dominion over sin, Bidding the storms be still; Healing the sorrowing, sick, and lame, Raising the earth-bound dead, Feeding the hungry multitude, Giving them heavenly bread. Majestic the meekness our Saviour lived, The love that his works explained, Bringing the light of Truth to men, A ministry God-ordained; Tenderly marking the upward way, Hearing the words, "Well done," In triumph, bending beneath the cross, Wearing the crown of Son.

" I will arise and go to my father. " The husks of sense are sheer futility.

"Thy kingdom come," dear God, I pray, Reveal to all Thy perfect way; "Give us this day our daily bread," For by Thy Word shall we be fed. "Thy kingdom come," in love and power.

Alone with God? Does that mean hearts forlorn, Self-pity looking on its wounds, with tear For human hopes departed, once so dear, But now, because of many stripes, forsworn? Ah, no! That was the night, this is the morn! The emptiness is gone, the fullness here Of God's great love, so tender and so near, That now we know, in joy and peace reborn. Alone with God, then, means no loneliness, But recognition of a presence wide And limitless as Life, to wholly bless Those who, forsaking error, self, and pride, Rejoice in everlasting holiness, And now, at one with God, in peace abide.

The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall not want. If I but follow where His wisdom leads, I shall have pastures with abundant food, Good opportunities to fit my needs, And peace by little streams of quiet mood.

" The rich in spirit help the poor. "* They bless With living gold and wealth of tenderness.

It seemed that pain Was mine, and real, Till Truth's clear voice revealed to me: Thy Father pain would have to know Before it could touch thee. And lack had tried To voice a need, Till Life's true substance I could see: Reflecting Spirit, All-in-all, What good flows unto me! Grief tried to bind, And loneliness, But joy's sweet angels set me free: Thou knowest He whose name is Love Could never joyless be! As Thou art Mind, Dear Father, God, And man reflects Thy sovereignty, I, as Thy loved child, behold Only what Thou canst see.

Have ye not heard them in the silence Of an overwhelming gloom. When Truth itself comes gently seeking, And evil says, "There is no room"— Have ye not heard the Father's songs In the night of earthly wrongs? Have ye not sung with consecration Hymns as Paul and Silas did, Because no darkness ever compassed The light of Love or heaven hid— Have Ye not caught with ears that hear Harmonies of Spirit near? Have Ye not bowed before the dawning Of your vision's brighter sun, And Heard within that secret chamber A hallelujah chord begun that human tongue could never voice— God's own bidding to rejoice? Have ye not heard above the tumult Of a world distressed and torn, When glowed again hope's ebbing candle And faith renewedly was born— Have ye not heard ere came the light Songs He giveth in the night?

Shake thyself from the dust, faint heart; Loose thyself from bands that bind. Thou art not Assyria's thrall; Captive, rise and freedom find! Captive, this is Love's own realm! Lo! the very hills rejoice That oppression is cast down; Yea, the streams lift up their voice.