Poems

When thou art happy, child, And life is glad and free; Amid thy loved ones, child, All happiness for thee;— Ah! couldst thou only know, And, knowing truly see, Thy God is here below The joy to share with thee. When thou art weary, child, And life and earth are drear; When thou art lonely, child And sorrow seems so near;— Ah! couldst thou only see And, seeing this, believe, Thy God is near to thee The sadness to relieve.

Despite of sneers like these, O faithful few, Who dare to hold God's word and witness true; Whose clear-eyed faith transcends our evil time, And o'er the present wilderness of crime Sees the calm future, with its robes of green, Its fleece-flecked mountains, and soft streams between; Still keep the path which duty bids ye tread, Though worldly wisdom shake its cautious head! No truth from heaven descends upon our sphere, Without the greeting of the skeptic's sneer; Denied and mocked at, till its blessings fall Common as dews and sunshine over all. Then o'er earth's war field, till the strife shall cease, Like Morven's harpers, sing your song of peace; As in old fable rang the Thracian's lyre, Midst howl of fiends and roar of penal fire, Till the fierce din to pleasing murmurs fell.

MINE the silver, mine the gold, (Hag. 2: 8.

O WANDERER in a foreign land, In mortal mind's domain, What art thou seeking? Rest and peace? Alas! thy search is vain. O wanderer, thy footsteps turn! Turn toward a kingdom fair, Whose Ruler is the Mind Divine,— Sweet rest awaits thee there.

Back to the old, old truths, Back to the only Life, Back from the thoughts of death. Back from a useless strife.

Our Father, Mother Lord, All harmony is thine. Our strength, our Love adored, Thou art the peace divine.

" Below , Around, Above. " The Circle, thus complete, Is Understanding—Love; 'Tis bread of "Life"—'tis Meat.

A friendship lit -with Truth, A Love divine; Bright with eternal youth, Unchanged by time. Not waning with the years, Nor dimmed by sin Watered, mayhap, with tears, New life to win.

WE long to walk the way Our Master trod, Who was the Son of man And Son of God; Oh! may we glorify Our lives on earth, That we may manifest Our heavenly birth. We need thy guiding love, Shepherd who died For love's sake on the cross.

What wondrous truths within thy lids are told! And yet, when only Truth we partly learn, We see that it was taught by prophets old. Then why should wethy sacred precepts spurn? How oft with darts of scorn and hate arrayed, We sought to pierce thy loving author through; But then, as in the days of Christ, she prayed— "Father, forgive, they know not what they do.