Poems

I look away to the mountains Lying in golden light, And watch the soft cloud shadows Across their slopes take flight. So fair they seem in the sunlight Or in purpling eventide, When over their sleeping summits The bright stars seem to glide; And again when dawnlight wakes them With touch of softest rose, Which deepens in its radiance Till morning brightly glows.

"WHO did sin, this man or his parents, That he was born blind?" The disciples waited in silence The answer to find. For each one was seeing as sightless One blinded from birth; For each one was thinking in darkness Of dream of this earth.

BECAUSE God's law a law of progress is, Each swiftly passing year, each day, unfolds Unto perfection; and though hate and fear May find expression in the bitterness Of war and want; though baseless fear and dread Stalk specterlike abroad upon the earth, Gaunt witness to its needless misery; Still God is wholly good. His law supreme Encircles and upholds the universe.

THE smallest diamond gleams like rainbow fair, The meek pale moonstone opal-tinted glows; So does each healing thought and word and prayer, The myriad hues of Life and Love disclose. These are as polished stones, with grace imbued— Radiant with praise and sweet sincerity; Cherish these hidden gems with gratitude, That all mankind God's healing truth may see!

O LIFE , forever free from death, That cannot know disease or sin, Our eyes behold Thine upward way, Our feet with gladness enter in. O Truth, whose light shines bright and clear, Illumining the paths of men, Unto our troubled, anxious sense Restore Christ's seamless robe again.

Hitherto the Lord hath helped us As we faltered on life's way. Hitherto His arm hath held us; Can we doubt His love today? Hitherto hath Love sustained us— Let us not forget the years Filled with fruitage of His goodness; Grateful praise should heal our fears.

DOWN to the pool of Siloam I went, Groping my way. "Wash thee," said one, the Messiah, God-sent— I could but obey.

In fair, unchanging beauty lies The little Syrian sea, The shining water Jesus loved In far-off Galilee. The dawns still touch its waves with light And sunlight with its gold, While sunsets mirror flowerlike hues As in the days of old, When by its waves our Master taught The fatherhood of God, And on its surface, Love-upheld, His holy footsteps trod; Or when in evening's cooling breeze, And light of tender rose, He healed the thronging multitudes Of their dire earthly woes.

We ask not riches, fame, or ease, But rather, God, we ask that these Sweet graces of Thy gentleness Be ours to share and others bless: A grateful heart, humility, A song of joy and praise to Thee; A prayer that love our thoughts may fill And error's claims forever still; The tender word, the kindly hand, Forgiveness, peace, the strength to stand In Spirit's might; our trust to place In Truth, our steadfast dwelling place. We seek Christ's vision clear of Love, The healing light of Truth, above The mist of human dreams and strife, And in Love's vision we find Life.

I wakened with a song, My heart o'erflowing with the joy of Love. What matter if the day seemed dark and chill? I knew the sunshine of God's presence still Was shining on me from above.