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CANDLEWICKS 
 
 H I^ear of JTbougbts ant) fancies. 
 
 CAROLINE TILBURY. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 ELLIOT STOCK, 62, PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C, 
 
 1897. 
 
MARY. 
 
 i:hc hull, blatlt tokk that ^ivue through the flaiiw 
 S0 kiitbteli bg the sgrnpathttk nix, 
 ^vib bies ill brightness ; so ioonlb mj) iiult thttnghts 
 'oEouch iox xme mcment gour reaponsibe lobe, 
 ^a00ittg through light into forgetMneag. 
 
 Cartoune, 1886-95. 
 

 
 3<^nuarg. 
 
 In the chill darkness I stretch forth my hand 
 To clasp thy hand in greeting, O New Year ! 
 And listen with obedience and full trust 
 Unto the Message that thou bringest me. 
 
 Round the fair room in which my memory sits 
 
 Hang pictures from the story of my life ; 
 
 I would that you could see them as I do — 
 
 In the soft light that all so tenderly 
 
 Streams back upon them from the bygone days. 
 
 Only by reverent minds 
 Can Nature's parables be rightly read. 
 
3anuftrg. 
 
 4- 
 
 Winter is not despair : we wait in faith. 
 Remembering the Spring of former years. 
 
 What if we may not finish all our work ? 
 Shall we then idle sit, and not begin ? 
 Where would the world be if in sowing time 
 Men stayed their hands for fear the harvesting 
 Should be the gain of others ? 
 
 True thoughts 
 Shown in a dainty setting of fair words- 
 Let this be the ambition of thy speech. 
 
 Antipodean cousins ! the New Year 
 
 Comes to you crowned with flowers, and your fair sky 
 
 Rains sunshine on you, not cold fog and snow. 
 
 Crouched o'er our fires, we send out thoughts to you, 
 
 And pray your love to dare adventure here ; 
 
 Fear not a chilly welcome, for be sure 
 
 Only our hands need warming, not our hearts. 
 
3ftnuairg. 
 
 Sitting down in feeble despondency under our 
 troubles is not at all the, same thing as bearing them 
 patiently. 
 
 9- 
 
 golden silence ! and, O silvern speech ! 
 Like coin within my purse I think you be ; 
 Gold for myself I keep, but when I would 
 Give aught unto my fellows, then straightway 
 
 1 change my compact silence into words. 
 
 The meetings and the partings of each day, 
 As to and fro life's busy current runs, 
 Need not all ' lightly come and lightly go ' ; 
 For, if we will, they often bring and leave 
 Memories undying and most beautiful. 
 
 Very great enthusiasm may be required to level the 
 mountains of life ; but we need a little of it, too, to 
 clear the stones out of the roadways. 
 
4 2ianuMis. 
 
 12. 
 
 The best way to walk over a ploughed field is on the 
 top of the furrows. 
 
 13- 
 
 On pleasant memory's wall a picture hangs 
 Of one who sits in sunny hopefulness, 
 Dreaming fair visions of the time to come, 
 And yet another by her, in the fall 
 Of evening shadows, sits in restfulness ; 
 Life's sweet fulfilled realities are hers. 
 
 14- 
 
 Earth has its loneliness : but are we told 
 Of solitude in Heaven ? The voices there 
 Are as the voices of a multitude, 
 A commonwealth of gladness. 
 
 15- 
 
 She feared 
 To cramp her life-steps up to narrow ways 
 Of her own poor devising; so she walked 
 Out on her King's great highway of the world, 
 To read His finger-posts. 
 
3ftnuftre. 
 
 i6. 
 
 The echoing footsteps wander down the street ; 
 Sadly she Hstens as they pass the spot 
 Where she one special footstep waits to greet, 
 And still she thinks, ' How cold the tea has got !' 
 
 17- 
 
 The strife of parties came not in his way — 
 The village comprehended all his world ; 
 He cared not for the questions of the day, 
 And if appealed to, had no word to say, 
 But stared with gaze bucolic, while his hat he twirled. 
 
 i8. 
 
 In politics he was loquacious, 
 Of his opinion most tenacious, 
 To an opponent oft pugnacious. 
 Although his anger was fugacious, 
 So saith a chronicler veracious. 
 
 19. 
 
 Thou look est down from thy superior height 
 On all thy fellow-creatures nearer earth. 
 Yet thou art but on stilts. 
 
3ftnuftrg. 
 
 If thou art wounded, 
 Hide not thy hurt with Pride's stiff golden cloak, 
 Its inner side will fret thee ; rather take 
 The garment grey of Patience — this will lie 
 With soft and healing touch upon thy wound. 
 
 Contrasted lives ! of high estate and low, 
 
 Of prospects bright with hope, and dulled by fear ; 
 
 Yet one in womanly tenderness and all 
 
 That gives true nobleness and fills the heart 
 
 With the sure light which shines in darkest hour. 
 
 A life whose centre is home cannot well have too large 
 an orbit. 
 
 23- 
 
 Battling the wind to-day I walked along. 
 
 Gaining at every step a victory ; 
 
 My weapons were bright Love and Purpose strong, 
 
 Which now I keep and give in memory — 
 
 The Purpose for myself, the Love to thee. 
 
3ftttuftrt». 
 
 24. 
 
 Though unwillingly, Evil ever stands as a witness to 
 Good. 
 
 25- 
 
 The tiniest pebble thrown into a pool 
 
 Wakes by its touch the slumbering ripples there ; 
 
 So, as I drop my verselet in your heart. 
 
 Give me to waice an answer on your face 
 
 Of rippling smiles to tell you welcome it. 
 
 26. 
 Do not let wealth part thee from industry. 
 
 27. 
 
 Is thy life one 
 Where chequering shadow' seems to make 
 Far broader lines than those which wake 
 
 Beneath the sun ? 
 
 Count it not so : 
 Upon the shadow a soft light, 
 Reflected from his aspect bright, 
 
 Love still doth throw. 
 
8 3*^^<^^K' 
 
 ' 28. 
 
 All music is not silenced in a life 
 
 If for brief space the full-voiced harmony 
 
 Of gladness that rings out in joyous chords 
 
 Be mute, the while a cadence unisoned 
 
 Sinks wailing down to the deep note of grief : 
 
 It only waits until the Master's hand 
 
 Shall touch that throbbing string, and bid it be 
 
 The key-note of a sweeter, richer song. 
 
 For music is the wedlock of these two — 
 
 Sorrow that smiles, and joy that yet can weep. 
 
 29. 
 
 The infinitely little often seems 
 
 More wondrous than the infinitely great. 
 
 3°- 
 
 He who has sunshine within him can well bear frost 
 without. 
 
 31- 
 
 As in the whirlpool's centre perfect calm is held, 
 Even so would I, amidst the eddying stream of life, 
 Hold in my heart one spot to mirror thee, O Peace ! 
 
aeKi«?'a©ai^«.i^-'-4^^^*< ^jLif^^^^. 
 
 Yesterday passes away in a straight line : To-morrow 
 comes from round the corner. 
 
 Stumping heavily down the street 
 (Ah ! for a footstep light and fleet !), 
 With ponderous boots and sullen air, 
 (Ah ! for a vision passing fair !) 
 He walks as if he would vengeance take 
 (Ah me ! why does my memory wake !) 
 On Earth, for her neglect of him. 
 (Ah me ! my eyes with tears are dim !) 
 
 Sleep not, O thought ! though morning break in clouds 
 
 Better it is to stumble on the way, 
 
 And die in trying to act, than live to dream. 
 
 2 
 
4- 
 
 All comes to him who waits — so runs the proverb ; 
 But how the waiting-time our patience tries ! 
 
 S- 
 A hasty, angry word is more easily repented of than 
 guarded against. 
 
 6. 
 
 No, I cannot tell you now 
 All the ' why ' and all the ' how ' 
 You have been to me a, light, 
 Shining through my troublous night : 
 
 Only this I tell you now, 
 
 That my heart has made a vow 
 
 Still to keep your image bright. 
 
 For Love's beacon through Love's night. 
 
 7- 
 
 The glorious waves of music surged around her 
 
 As she knelt there ; 
 And, when they broke the barrier of her silence, 
 
 LTprose a prayer. 
 
Sefiruftrg. 
 
 Through Winter's storm all sturdily, 
 
 With strength 'gainst strength the brave trees stand, 
 
 Waiting till Spring's rewarding hand 
 
 Shall bring their wreaths of victory. 
 
 9- 
 Courage to do right brings power to do right. 
 
 Love's streamlet that this day once brought to me 
 Has through long years still rippled by my side ; 
 And now to-day an added rill for thee 
 Gives to the constant stream a fuller tide. 
 
 The children's pattering feet I hear again : 
 
 How can I ever call my fireside lonely ! 
 
 The merry entrance and the kiss are fain 
 
 To break the barrier stern, pretended only, 
 
 Of my day-dreams. O glad-voiced children dear ! 
 
 What were my life without you ? When you come. 
 
 All the sad fancies of my silent home, 
 
 By your sweet laughter vanquished, disappear. 
 
Se6ruftre. 
 
 12. 
 
 Each day, or long or short, 
 Has morn, noontide, and eve, and so in full 
 Completeness takes its rank with other days. 
 And shall we speak of lives as if they passed 
 Ever unrounded from our human sight ? 
 Surely before the Heavenly Father's Face 
 The child's life shows as perfect as the man's. 
 
 13- 
 We voice earth's silent parables by our deeds. 
 
 14. 
 
 Weeping and praying. 
 In her own quiet room alone she knelt ; 
 Then, purified and strengthened, forth she came, 
 Bringing a face from which a touch Divine 
 Had chased away the bitterness of grief, 
 To cheer her sorrowing sisters. 
 
 15- 
 Our lessons oft are writ 
 As in an unknown tongue, and we must wait 
 For one more wise to help us to translate. 
 
16. 
 
 She never dreamt she was a heroine, 
 
 So quiet and unnoted was her life. 
 
 ' Just helping those around me, nothing more,' 
 
 So she would say — yet it was Heaven's work. 
 
 17- 
 
 Men speak sometimes as if faith had been divorced 
 from intellect ; surely it is in their union that the highest 
 type of mind is evolved ? 
 
 A tiny spark dies before a breath : a flame will enter 
 the lists with a gale. 
 
 19. 
 
 A dull dead-level life ! half-stagnant grown 
 From the poor foolish weeds of foolish thought 
 All gathered there together, like to like. 
 Shake thyself free — far better let the stream 
 Carry thee onward to the pure, strong sea, 
 That thou, amidst the energy of itS waves, 
 Mayest learn the secret of a nobler life. 
 
14 Sefituftrg. 
 
 I saw one start to battle for the Right, 
 And with my voice I could but cheer him on, 
 Though my old eyes glanced forward mistily 
 (As old eyes will) to lonely days to come. 
 So half my heart was full of pride for him. 
 The other half of selfish grief, until 
 I chased away my sorrow and my tears. 
 And filled my heart instead with thankfulness 
 That in a good cause he might do brave deeds. 
 
 Men run their hobbies upon grooved hnes, 
 And dread the jerk of their displacement. 
 
 Do not lie in bed to watch the sunrise, and then talk 
 all day as if you had been up betimes. 
 
 23- 
 
 True economy is a personal matter ; it does not 
 consist in driving hard bargains with other people. 
 
Sefiruftrg. 15 
 
 24. 
 
 A man need be full of philosophic calm to bear with 
 its utter absence in others. 
 
 25- 
 
 Down the long aisles I. saw 
 How the tall columns had to end, and let 
 The roofing arches, as with claspfed hands, 
 Lead on still further heavenwards. Parable 
 Perhaps for you and me of mystic things — 
 Of how- straight-rising thoughts, though true and firm, 
 Must to a bending spirit yet give place 
 For higher mounting, till, each helped by each, 
 There stands a finished Temple to God's Praise. 
 
 26. 
 
 Best choose thy friends from among the worthy ones 
 of earth, else thou mayest find a canker at the root of 
 thy faith. 
 
 27. 
 
 The sullen waves rolled in along the shore : 
 ' O Sea,' she cried, ' why dost thou evermore 
 Sing that sad chant to me !' 
 
1 6 Scfiruftrg. 
 
 28. 
 
 Do puzzles come before thee in thy life, 
 Hard, knotty questions, asking to be solved ? 
 Are duty-burdens lying in thy path 
 Which seem too heavy for thy strength to lift ? 
 Or seest thou far-reaching cares that stretch 
 Beyond the bounds of thy horizon ? Then, 
 To answer, lighten, or embrace all such, 
 Take counsel of thy heart, not of thy head : 
 For the one solvent of life's mysteries, 
 The spell that takes from duty its dead-weight, 
 The one encompassing boundary-line which holds 
 All things in earth and heaven, is Love. 
 
 29. 
 
 O Day so rarely seen ! 
 Hovering between the winter and the spring, 
 I pray thee, when thou comest, ask the month 
 Who claims thee as his own that some fair touch 
 Of sunny light may fall upon thy robe. 
 Then, as thou passest, whisper to stern March 
 That he, for thy dear sake, would stay his winds. 
 

 Nor dark, nor light, 
 The dawning day 
 Touches the mountain-tops, but is for me 
 Still far away. 
 
 Nor death, nor life. 
 My wrestling heart. 
 Half faint, is weary for the triumph-cry, 
 Victor thou art ! 
 
 Life is our schooltime, O dull scholars we : 
 
 Put not thy tears into a bottle, but wipe them away 
 with the kerchief of Hope, 
 
 i<U'-'* 
 
1 8 (Starc^. 
 
 4- 
 
 There are who cannot have to call their Home 
 A visible, arbitrary place, shut in 
 By walls of brick and stone, and over-roofed 
 In sheltering fashion from the outside world. 
 To such, themselves are Home ; infencfed there, 
 Safely their treasures rest ; on their heart's hearth 
 Burns the warm flame of Love's own fire, and there 
 They ever keep a welcome for their friends. 
 
 He had a poet's frenzy, and he sold 
 
 Butter and cheese, 
 Pondering the measures of the scales, as if 
 
 They were ' spondees.' 
 
 6. 
 
 We must sometimes be content for progress in know- 
 ledge to mean learning with one ear, and unlearning 
 with the other. 
 
 Toleration is so often given to people for the sake of 
 those who stand by them. 
 
8. 
 The silences of life are for studying hours. 
 
 9- 
 
 We may not always choose our memories, 
 But we may set them in the mists of earth, 
 Or lift them up to the clear light of heaven. 
 
 Music divine ! when in the clearer vision 
 
 Our hearts more quickly answer each to each. 
 
 Still wilt thou lend thy spirit-stirring power 
 To make intenser our perfected speech ? 
 
 Did not Creation on her earliest morning 
 In song proclaim the glory of her King ? 
 
 We stand to catch the echoes faint of Heaven, 
 And to our ears 'tis melody they bring. 
 
 Some lives are like too deeply planted bulbs ; they 
 are repressed in their growth by the very great quantity 
 of goodness and cleverness around them. 
 
2° (^ftrc6. 
 
 12. 
 
 O east wind 1 how thou hast to bear the brunt 
 Full- often of our grumblings, when, instead 
 Of thy sharp blast, 'tis our poor silly selves 
 With aches of temper, worse than aches of limb, 
 That make for our discomfort. 
 
 13- 
 For some minds solitude may be best fitted, 
 
 And it may give to them thoughts great and true, 
 Yet still I know that I grow keenest witted 
 
 Against a mental grindstone such as you. 
 
 14. 
 
 It is not desultory reading that hurts, but reading 
 desultorily written books. 
 
 IS- 
 Tall and upright, with rigid cast of face, 
 Round which all primly gathers the white lace 
 Of an old-fashioned cap that to her view 
 Quite worldly would become if shaped anew; 
 She sits, the embodiment of ancient rule, 
 A stern old lady of the olden school. 
 
(glared. 2 
 
 1 6. 
 
 For us how many a birthday has passed by 
 Since in this room with clasping hands we greeted 
 Each other face to face ; now you and I, 
 So far apart; can only hear repeated 
 In the faint echoes of our memory 
 Those dear old words of love. 
 
 17- 
 
 The awakening earth, 
 Which through the winter blasts has slept unhurt, 
 Now stirs itself in laughter. 
 
 i8. 
 
 The knowledge of some men would seem to be care- 
 fully stowed away in the pigeon-holes of their brains ; 
 they themselves may take sly peeps at it now and again, 
 but it is invisible to the rest of the world. 
 
 19. 
 
 It is hard for young, fresh, and vigorous life to feel 
 that its best work may come in later, days. 
 
(^avc^: 
 
 Worn out and faint with sadness and with age, 
 A weary man, he stumbled by the way ; 
 A little child came near and touched his hand, 
 He murmured "Tis an angel' — and he died. 
 
 A perfect whole 
 To its minutest fraction must be true : 
 Only one unit lost, a million then 
 No longer is a million. 
 
 A man's power of endurance may be strong as iron ; 
 but a woman's, like slowly-burning wood, often bears the 
 fire of trial longer. 
 
 23- 
 
 The pebbles that roll in along the shore. 
 
 As the bright waves make playthings of them, laugh 
 
 'Neath the light touch so daintily ; but when 
 
 The changeful ocean boisterous turns, then they, 
 
 Resentful bf'its force, with shudderings 
 
 And angry tones, give back hard blow for blow. 
 
24. 
 
 I made a golden cord wherewith to bind 
 Love to myself. It broke. ' How may I find 
 A stronger one ?' I asked. 'Twas whispered me, 
 ' Love needs no cord, it holds itself to thee.' 
 
 25- 
 The truest melodies of earth 
 Are those we sing in sorrow. 
 
 26. 
 
 Stillness is in the woods. The winds are still, 
 Their mournful wail for the dead past has ceased. 
 On everything a hush of waiting falls : 
 For now the whitening buds upon each branch, 
 The touch of colour in the dark hedge-rows, 
 The golden gleams about the wayside banks, 
 Show where Spring's hand is tracing in fresh tints 
 Her ye.irly parable of life from death. 
 
 27. 
 
 Youth hurries because there seem so many things to 
 do ; old age hurries because the time seems so short in 
 which to do anything. 
 
24 (ttlftrc^. 
 
 28. 
 
 It was no new thought that I found to-day, - 
 
 Only an old one lying in my way, 
 
 ' Slowly, but surely,' all it seemed to say. 
 
 ' AllT echoes back the patient Faith of years ; 
 
 ' All?' answers Hope, bright glancing through sad tears; 
 
 ' All ?' speaks the Love that knows no hindering fears. 
 
 ' Slowly, but surely ' Faith shall find her way ; 
 ' Slowly, but surely ' wider grow Hope's ray ; 
 ' Slowly, but surely ' Love shall win the day. 
 
 29. 
 All Nature's moods are reflexed in our lives. 
 
 30- 
 
 Time, like a foam fleck on a shoreless sea, 
 Eddies for one brief moment, till it be 
 Absorbed again into Eternity. 
 
 31- 
 
 Throw not the dust of thy poor words between thyself 
 and Heaven, and say — 'its light is dim.' 
 
ri,..,,.A».«i/,^ 
 
 Ever I am resolved to be 
 At feud with dull monotony : 
 Change need not be inconstancy. 
 
 Make opportunity thy steed, and leap all obstacles. 
 
 Such a dull landscape ! broken here and there 
 
 By scanty gleams that only make more dull 
 
 Where they are not ! So she pronounced her life. 
 
 She had not learned to read her sky aright, 
 
 Or know the signs which showed those narrow streaks 
 
 To be the heralds of a sunlit day. 
 
 4 
 
26 (S-prit. 
 
 4- 
 
 We do not originate ' views of Truth ;' all her aspects 
 must be part of herself; we do but perceive them in 
 proportion to the keenness and accuracy of our vision. 
 
 Grown-up people talk much of ' the happy days of 
 childhood,' but how often grown up people seem to do 
 their utmost to make childhood unhappy. 
 
 We first must hold our own heart's citadel, 
 And learn to rule with wise, unfaltering hand 
 The wayward moods that make its garrison, 
 Before we venture out into the world 
 To help our brothers. 
 
 Success he wished for, and success he got ; 
 With failure better ended had the strife. 
 For the bright sword which cut his Gordian knot 
 Cut too the mainspring of his active life. 
 
(§.pnt 27 
 
 8. 
 
 All the great city's smoke is powerless 
 
 To deaden the sweet impulse of the Spring ; 
 
 It searches out the olden haunt of rooks, 
 
 And knows the tiny pots on window-sills ; 
 
 It touches leaf-buds on soot-darkened trees, 
 
 And brightens with fresh green where children play. 
 
 The year no better treasure has in gift 
 
 For town life than the graciousness of Spring. 
 
 9- 
 Hope ! ever stay with us — thrice-blessed Hope ! 
 Without thee how should we live out our days ! 
 
 A welcome coldly spoken — dissonance harsh — 
 It mars the cadence sweet of friendship's chords : 
 Resolve it quickly, so that you and I 
 Tpgether may awake our ancient strain 
 Of true and consonant words. 
 
 What a low view of life it is only to think how we 
 may be ' comfortable ' in it ! 
 
2« (^prif. 
 
 Walk not Life's pathway with thine eyes bent down : 
 It brings thee loss of heart-cheer thus to miss 
 The vision of the overarching sky. 
 
 13- 
 
 The fair promise of her Spring 
 Hangs round her like a mystic drapery, 
 Whose gracious folds are garlanded about 
 With the sweet buds of Hope. 
 
 14. 
 It involves no self-denial to be feared. 
 
 15- 
 
 Now Earth is tired of her dull winter dress, 
 And fain would change the russet gown for green ; 
 She bids the flowers to bring their loveliness, 
 That she in fresh, bright beauty may be seen. 
 
 And now she tells the stormy wind to pass, 
 That she may greet again the summer breeze. 
 And hear its laughing murmur through the grass, 
 And whispered love-song 'mong the dancing leaves. 
 
16. 
 
 The heavy morning mist may fill the air, 
 Yet after comes the sunshine. 
 
 17. 
 
 Along the dear old path with lingering pace 
 I walked alone, knowing that soon my face 
 Must turn from my loved home and never should 
 Again look on my friends of field and wood ; 
 The scene was dear to me, and very fair : 
 A whisper came, ' God's trees grow everywhere.' 
 
 Everyday life ! it is a surface phrase ; 
 It takes no heed of the strange whirlpool depths 
 That roar and tumble 'neath the outward show. 
 Each life has its own history. ' With a difference ' 
 We each one ' wear the rue ' on our own heart. 
 
 19. 
 
 Good-bye ! O sweetest word 
 To wrap up so much sorrow ! 
 Glinting" the dark To-day 
 With prayer for the To-morrow. 
 
3° ^ptif. 
 
 ' Pass, sir, I pray you,' he politely said, 
 
 And lo ! it was himself that in a glass he greeted ; 
 
 Is he more wise who gravely bows his head 
 
 To his own eloquence by Flattery's voice repeated ? 
 
 Dear Love, I could not make thee prisoner, 
 And chain thee as a captive in my heart ; 
 Thy wooing song would turn a serfs lament 
 Wert thou not free to stay or to depart. 
 
 But then, dear Love, I know thee to be true ; 
 Thy home once made, it is thy home for aye ; 
 Thy note will never change, years will but bring 
 A fuller, sweeter cadence to thy lay. 
 
 22. 
 
 I^ow paradoxical it seems for reasonable beings to 
 stand as models of unreason ! 
 
 23- 
 
 Let truth and honour, like two golden threads. 
 Run through thy life from childhood to old age. 
 
24. 
 
 When we were children, then to us the hours 
 Brought only what our little hands could hold ; 
 They left no burden to o'erstrain our powers, 
 No sorrow-mystery for us to unfold. 
 
 25- 
 It is well to see that our knowledge fits us. 
 
 26. 
 
 We call the Spring-time glad, even though her face 
 Sometimes with tears is wet. Is not her hand 
 Clasped lovingly by Hope ? are not her tears 
 By the bright sunshine quickly kissed away? 
 
 27. 
 
 Do you remember still the words I said 
 When we two parted in the ' long-ago ' ? 
 'Twas with a hopeful sorrow that I gave 
 You then my ' Good-bye until happier times.' 
 And now I think, amidst the shimmering mist 
 That overhangs the future, I can see 
 My old hope fashioning itself to prove 
 Your escort back. 
 
32 ^ptif. 
 
 28. 
 
 All tremblingly the early morning hour 
 Fell on the world, 
 
 Where in the quiet hedgerows dreaming buds 
 Rested encurled. 
 
 It fell so lightly, yet it did its work 
 
 In the world's day, 
 
 Although the sleep-enfolded leaves and flowers 
 Unanswering lay. 
 
 One tiny heart responded to its touch. 
 And, in faint song, 
 
 Sent rippling waves of melody across 
 
 The sleeping throng. 
 
 29. 
 
 The bends in life's highway often turn a dusty road 
 into a flowery path. 
 
 so- 
 il may be a salutary, but it is decidedly an unpleasant, 
 experience to have the mirror held up to one's own 
 nature by an unfriendly hand. 
 
The pendulum of life beats to and fro, 
 And all things ever with it measure keep ; 
 The rested earth wakes back to energy, 
 And dancing beauty soon will ask for sleep. 
 
 ' And have you a husband, O madam dear ? 
 E"or people do say that old maids are drear. 
 
 And you are as cheerful as May !' 
 No such home life is mine, those grapes hung so high. 
 They swung over my head right up to the sky ; 
 But, swinging, they showed me where others hung nigh, 
 
 And these grapes are mine to-day ! 
 
 i£&miiikSvi<t,\'^.'^ '.ijxc^j- v'S'^ iuMftriot * '{ iSA 
 
 Glad Day takes Morning's promise from her hand, 
 And scatters it broadcast : then grateful Earth 
 Through her ten thousand eyes laughs back her thanks. 
 
 5 
 
34 (glftC. 
 
 4- 
 
 The-hurrying of life 
 Leaves but scant time for resting in its race, 
 Yet take to-day a moment's breathing space 
 In which my love may greet thee, 
 
 5- 
 Pavement beneath my feet and smoke o'erhead, 
 Hardness and dulness, man's disfigurement 
 Of earth and heaven. Who would not rather have 
 Soft flowery paths, by blue sky canopied ? 
 So would not I, if Solitude were there ! 
 
 6. 
 
 A pleasant word does good to both speaker and 
 hearer. 
 
 7- 
 
 The horizon northward is all fringed about 
 With interlacing clouds of dark and light, 
 Which, as the winnowing breezes lift them up 
 Towards the glorious zenith, are resolved 
 Into a filmy brightness, garment meet 
 To robe the sunlight of the upper air. 
 
Q[lflft1». 35 
 
 8. 
 
 1 wait 
 Till I may know the meaning of the lines, 
 The barring lines of shadow that across 
 Life's picture fall so strangely ; for as yet 
 I stand too near, in too uncertain light. 
 To understand their wherefore : so I wait. 
 
 Joy sometimes takes away our count of Time ; 
 Is this a prescience of Eternity ? 
 
 It is the Divine that makesUhe Human to care for 
 Humanity. 
 
 Music is everywhere. Had we the ears 
 
 To hear such tender sounds, we might discern 
 
 The melodies evolved by opening buds ; 
 
 Or, could we bear the harmony, we might know 
 
 How the majestic cycUng of the stars 
 
 Makes music in the Infinite. 
 
36 (StftK. 
 
 12. 
 
 'Tis man that wastes. The Master's teaching is 
 ' Gather ye up the fragments.' 
 
 13- 
 Pleasures delayed often prove to be pleasures doubled. 
 
 14. 
 
 From out the dingy, inert chrysalis 
 
 Springs bright-winged life, herald of summer days ; 
 
 Nature's old parable, ever newly told. 
 
 IS- 
 
 ' How false and hollow is our daily life ! 
 
 How petty, mean, and trivial are its aims !' 
 
 Such is the cant one hears on every side. 
 
 And you and I — how do we hold ourselves ? 
 
 Are we such shams ? lead we such feeble. lives? 
 
 Is.no ambition, worthy of the name. 
 
 Ever the goal we, try for ? Surely we 
 
 Had best keep silence if we do not help, 
 
 In measure as we may, this daily life 
 
 To reach a higher platform through our deeds. 
 
(glfte. 37 
 
 1 6. 
 
 O fair sweet vision ! triple-guarded round- 
 By Trust, whose iiold of thee will never fail ; 
 By Hope, whose bright ray never will grow dirn ; 
 By Love, whose tenderness will never cease ; 
 
 Dowered three fold. 
 May never false hand lead thee from thy Trust ; 
 May never false ray lure thee from thy Hope ; 
 May never false word turn thee from thy Love, 
 
 For evermore ! 
 
 17- 
 
 The Present comes, and even as it comes 
 It dies, and is the Past. 
 
 It is agreed that wrong-doing is an excrescence which 
 grows on the tree of human life ; yet we are each sure it 
 is a growth from which our own particular branch is 
 free. 
 
 19. 
 
 Peace, to be perfect, must have fought and conquered 
 Unrest. 
 
38 (Slftg 
 
 It often seems uncertain whether our love is deep or 
 shallow, but let sorrow or sickness come and definitely 
 we solve the problem, for neither our sympathy nor our 
 anxiety can be deeper than is our well of love. 
 
 What day is this ? Chance words, all lightly spoken, 
 Yet (aimless arrows) they may hit a mark, 
 And wake a dull throb in a heart half broken. 
 
 And all the puerilities of speech, 
 
 All the tea-scandal, all the witless jokes, 
 
 Were hushed, to hear him speak as one who came 
 
 Straight from the Presence-chamber of his King, 
 
 23. 
 
 O rare, true friend ! 
 Thy love, like one of Elim's gracious palms, 
 Springs up within my hermit solitude. 
 And makes a fair oasis in my life. 
 All desert else. 
 
(Sdftl?. 39 
 
 24. 
 
 When thy westering sun 
 Begins to draw to thy horizon, then 
 God give thee grace to set thy face that way ; 
 So may the lengthening shadows of thy life 
 Behind thee half-forgotten fall, the while 
 A glorious,, widening vision, as it were 
 The opening gate of heaven, holds thy gaze. 
 
 25- 
 
 All is not earth on earth. 
 
 26. 
 
 The consecration of our grief 
 Upon God's altar of self-sacrifice 
 Is still the highest way in which we show 
 How, with self-abnegation and full trust 
 In His great love and mercy, we accept 
 The mysteries of our life. 
 
 27. 
 
 O over-arching Fatherhood of God ! 
 Spanning my heaven, and at east, at west. 
 Touching my life's horizon. 
 
4° (Btftg. 
 
 28. 
 
 Deliberately count the cost of all thy kindly deeds, 
 but, when resolved, forget thy purse and pay for dear 
 Love's sake. 
 
 29. 
 
 To be in touching distance of a prize, 
 
 Then swerve aside that weaker ones may win, 
 
 I hold it deed of true unselfishness. 
 
 3°- 
 Earth's fairest works are wrought in silence. 
 
 31- 
 
 When Time's the chronicler, 
 One line may tell the story of a hfe ; 
 But 'tis a longer record that is writ 
 Within Eternity's great book. For there 
 Show clear-inscribed the endless leadings-out, 
 The ever-widening circles that still come 
 From the poor splash of just one trivial deed 
 Thrown, with perchance no thought of the result. 
 Into that Sea of Possibility 
 Whose shore outreaches all Earth's measurements. 
 
'<if''*^S^'^''^ i'*^''P^lV,^f''^-^-i'''T^^'y^'''''^*'^^^^~~''^^^ ■ ^^CTT'^T"''""*'' 
 
 Break into song, O little birds, to-day, 
 
 And sing your sweetest, fullest, strongest lay ; 
 
 Ye flowers, now pour your daintiest scent around, 
 
 And strew fresh petals thickly on the ground ; 
 
 For Enid comes, let her by scent and song 
 
 Know how love-greetings round her footsteps throng. 
 
 ' Clear shining after rain.' 
 O charm too subtle almost to express ! 
 Thou hast thy counterpart on many a face. 
 
 3- 
 
 His genius comprehends so much. 
 He scribbles now, now stencils ; 
 
 Sometimes he points an epigram. 
 And sometimes he points pencils ! 
 
42 3**'^^' 
 
 Thou art as summer to me ; in thy voice 
 
 I hear the low toned music of the air, 
 
 And thy bright eyes laugh out beneath thy curls 
 
 Like sun gleams through a tangled maze of leaves. 
 
 Fair shining clouds J of earth and not of earth, 
 Vapour so bright, oft drawn from dullest source ; 
 Once low and dark, now floating pure on high 
 To touch the earth again with graciousness. 
 
 6. 
 
 We jostle one another in the crowd of busy life's great 
 highway, thankful still if we are not knocked down. 
 
 7- 
 
 Lied ohne Worte — as the dulcet strain 
 Floats gently to me from across the way, 
 The fibres of my soul vibrate ; again 
 To music throbs my heart. Ah me ! a dray 
 With ponderous wheels goes slowly crashing by, 
 Beneath the harsh sound dies my rhapsody. 
 
3une. 43 
 
 Compliance with the wishes of others may sometimes 
 be only a more or less subtle form of self-indulgence. 
 
 9- 
 
 It is a thing soon said, the calling ourselves ' heirs of 
 all the ages ;' but the right use of our inheritance involves 
 a responsibility that cannot be equally well summed up 
 and dismissed in an epigram. 
 
 It never can be cowardly to make for peace. 
 
 An undimmed sky that knows no touch of cloud 
 Fits not for sympathy ; we need some tears, 
 Some sorrow rain-drops, to keep soft our hearts ; 
 Else might they harden into dreary clods, 
 And the imprisoned shoots of loving deeds, 
 Which grow by means of our experience, 
 Would never pierce their way to meet the light, 
 But die of too much sunshine. 
 
44 3une. 
 
 The narrow, rugged roadways of this life 
 Are now for me ; 
 
 There hes away from here another path 
 All plain and free. 
 
 The muddy, brackish waters of this life 
 Run at my feet ; 
 
 Far in the distance flows another stream 
 All pure and sweet. 
 
 13- 
 
 O gift of Love, which makes poor lives so rich ! 
 O curse of Hate, which makes rich lives so poor ! 
 
 14. 
 Despondency never yet helped a man over a stile. 
 
 15- 
 
 The clearest pool may yet all unseen hold 
 The glittering pebbles lying at its base. 
 And a clear heart has oft a depth unknown 
 Where Love's bright thoughts lie hid. 
 
3une. 45 
 
 i6. 
 
 The modern modes of transit he pronounced 
 In his old-fashioned, slow, and stately way, 
 ' Mechanical concessions to an age 
 That cries persistently " Move on ! move on !" ' 
 
 17- 
 
 In Cloud-land lived she, till the stern bread-winner, 
 Yclept her husband, asked, ' Where is the dinner ?' 
 
 i8. 
 
 The fresh, full leaves hung thickly overhead, 
 Hiding the stars above them ; yet to him 
 They were but Nature's echo to the grief 
 That in the summer of his life had come, 
 And made his earthly happiness the means 
 Of blotting out his heaven. 
 
 19. 
 
 ' God made the country, and man made the town ;' 
 This proposition holds a flaw within it. 
 Evil may be the country — good the town — 
 According to the spirit that dwells in it. 
 
46 2itxnc. 
 
 O bird ! take not away to heaven 
 All the sweet melodies of earth : 
 Still leave some here. 
 
 A summer sea is no great test of seamanship. 
 
 Let not To-day stand isolated, but link it with a 
 loving hand into Yesterday, and prepare a holding for 
 the To-morrow that God may give thee. 
 
 23- 
 
 Experience has two schools : 
 In one she teaches men by gentle ways — 
 So gentle, that they scarce can realize 
 That any lessons can be difficult ; 
 But broader teaching comes with harder work, 
 For he who has not sat in her stern school 
 Knows nothing of that ' storm and stress ' of life 
 By which not only we are trained ourselves, 
 But learn to understand our brother's tasks. 
 
3une. 47 
 
 24. 
 
 Be not as a bramble on God's earth, spoiling the 
 nobler growths. 
 
 25- 
 
 Bright her colour, brown her hair is. 
 Brown hair bright with streaks of golden ; 
 Over clear eyes arch her eyebrows 
 As if traced by artist's pencil. 
 Gentle is she, true and loving. 
 Gentle looks and words she giveth ; 
 Children love her, all do love her — 
 Love is in her, Love is round her, 
 In her heart, in all her actions. 
 
 26. 
 
 The coast-lines of the earth are changing ever, 
 As the sea frets against them, or recedes ; 
 So with our hearts — a world-touched side can never 
 Keep an unchanging front. 
 
 27. 
 
 O for the Farewells of To-day to be 
 The Welcomes of To- morrow ! 
 
48 2ivine. 
 
 28. 
 
 So have I seen a man, with all the best of earth and 
 heaven spread out before his face, not know that it was 
 there ! 
 
 29. 
 
 A fool may begin a quarrel, it needs a wise man to 
 end it. 
 
 3°- 
 
 Ah ! do not call 
 Dark-chequered, drear, a solitude. 
 Thy life. Shake off the bitter mood — 
 
 It is Love's pall. 
 
 Into thy heart 
 Take dulled and sorrow-silenced life. 
 Souls wounded in the world's hard strife, 
 
 All fallen apart 
 
 From human ways, 
 From human voices, human touch; 
 Love's alchemy shall bring from such 
 
 A golden praise. 
 
|^,.^rf4vrrf if^j .%:. ■ "i-T^iv- ' 
 
 **. ^v i ^ ^ 
 
 I seem to live in love as in glad light, 
 And all my tiny cares are but as motes 
 Which dance within the sunshine. 
 
 Her sweet tones 
 Jarred not against the harsher voices round; 
 For, when she spoke, they shamed were to try 
 If that, perchance, their own ungracious speech 
 Might learn from hers a gentler utterance. 
 
 Grows, then, this earth less fair 
 To eyes long used to gaze upon its face ? 
 Nay, as I walk again the olden paths, 
 I learn its fuller beauty. 
 
5° 3ufe. 
 
 How may I take one piece from out my life 
 And say of it, 'This good for me will work,' 
 And of another, ' This to evil tends ' ? 
 For as a whole my life is given me, 
 And what am I that I should separate. 
 According to my judgment, what shall be 
 Or for my prosperity or my hurt ? 
 
 This day brings on its wing remembrances 
 Of joy and sorrow so commingled, scarce 
 Can I distinguish which I greet. But when. 
 Dear friend, thou speakest, in thy voice I lose 
 All echoes save of gladness. 
 
 We speak sometimes as if Chaos had been relegated 
 from the physical to find a home in the moral world. 
 
 7- 
 
 And now before our footsteps widens out 
 The glorious heritage of all the Past. 
 
3ufB. SI 
 
 8. 
 
 When a wet morning spoils 
 All the precise arrangements of the day, 
 And we begin to grumble, and to say 
 
 ' How horrid !' then the foils 
 For certain brandished are by somebody 
 
 Anxious to show that he 
 
 Can philosophic be. 
 And so he fights the quarrel of the weather. 
 Until the rain and he leave off together. 
 
 9- 
 A surrounding of mediocrity neither fosters nor snubs 
 ambition — it kills it. 
 
 The busy, outside life calls loudly to me, 
 And all the pulses of my heart respond. 
 
 It was not death that came unto thy hope ; 
 It was not change that came unto thy love ; 
 It was an angel's hand that touched them bath, 
 And threw around them the white robe of heaven. 
 
52 3ufl?. 
 
 12. 
 
 One must be angry sometimes — it is a justifiable and 
 necessary war against evil. 
 
 13- 
 
 A friendship crossed my path one summer day, 
 
 Swiftly it came, and all too swiftly went ; 
 
 But though it lingered such a little while, 
 
 It made most wondrous music, touched full chords 
 
 Of true deep-reaching sympathy and love ; 
 
 Then parted with a tender-voiced farewell, 
 
 Whose cadence sweet still echoes in my heart. 
 
 14. 
 
 I saw among the glad full-leavfed trees 
 An old oak stand, duenna-like and grim ; 
 No tiny loving plant grew round its roots, 
 Nor had the climbing ivy dared essay 
 By it to raise its tendrils heavenwards. 
 Let me not stand like that when I am old. 
 
 15- 
 
 When the clouds break, and through them gleams the sun. 
 Proclaim not hastily, ' The rain is done !' 
 
3ufl9. S3 
 
 1 6. 
 
 Humanitarianism seems to me a creed easy to hold, 
 but hard to practise. 
 
 17- 
 
 When in authority, let us never forget to put patience 
 between our commands and their fulfilment. 
 
 i8. 
 
 It may be true that every cloud has a silver lining, but 
 we must look for it on the side next heaven. 
 
 19. 
 
 Life even now in many beauteous forms 
 
 Is shown, while spirit and matter each on each 
 
 Work in agreement 'neath the Master's hand 
 
 Towards a but dimly understood ideal. 
 
 Yet to His teaching true they still work on ; 
 
 For shall not all things show again as ' good ' 
 
 And, in that they are good, as beautiful ? 
 
 ' New heavens and new earth, redeemed froiri sin,' 
 
 Most perfect hope of future perfect beauty. 
 
54 Kufl?. 
 
 Beside the stream he stood and fished all day, 
 Bothering his brain the while to find a rhyme ; 
 But neither fish nor fancy passed that way, 
 They both politely said, ' No, not this time.' 
 
 His voice is music, pity that he should 
 
 Poor platitudes pour forth in gorgeous rhythm 
 
 As if they were grand thoughts. 
 
 I know not why we call a mushroom growth 
 Such a contemptible, scorn-worthy thing. 
 It sounds like flat injustice thus to brand 
 A plant for speedy service rendering ; 
 Pity it rather needs, that it can be 
 Mimicked by poisonous growths so easily. 
 
 23- 
 
 Clear, faithful eyes ! deep down into their gladness 
 I gaze, and know that brightness shines for me ; 
 More eloquent than words, and yet, O sadness ! 
 That such true love must ever silent be. 
 
3ufe. 55 
 
 24. 
 
 The stormy day has passed. So harsh, unkind, 
 Had been its touch upon the flowers that they, 
 Quivering, had held their nectar-sweetened breath ; 
 But now a soft breeze heralds in the eve, 
 And with responsive bend each petal bright 
 Opens to let her perfume out to greet 
 The gentle presence, and the air is full 
 Of harmonies of scent. 
 
 25- 
 
 Silence may seem to reprove frivolous talk, but spoken 
 words perchance may cure it. 
 
 26. 
 
 His bright, sparkling wit 
 Hid for one moment the strong sense beneath, 
 As the light wave-foam hides the dark, strong sea. 
 
 27. 
 
 The brooks, the trees, the birds, the laughing breeze, 
 Such sounds of Nature may be passing sweet ; 
 But (call me not a heretic, if you please) 
 Commend me to the footsteps in a street. 
 
56 $txflS. 
 
 28. 
 
 Long-parted friends ! we meet again to-day, 
 To find that it was only sleep, not death. 
 Which made our friendship silent. 
 
 29. 
 
 From where I stand the Past seems to me but as the 
 Present, and the Future only as the projection of both. 
 
 30- 
 A spice of contempt is so apt to get into our toleration. 
 
 31- 
 
 Underground railway ! (Poetical subject !) 
 I stood there this evening awaiting a train, 
 
 But the crowd and the hurry that surged all around me 
 Made waiting a pleasure instead of a pain. 
 
 What mattered that nobody heeded or knew me. 
 That the air with sulphureous odours was rife ? 
 
 Each breath that I drew was to me an elixir — 
 
 I stood once more in touch with the old London life ! 
 
^-Mlli!^^- 
 
 The horizon line, where earth and heaven meet, 
 Is not yet ours to touch. 
 
 All is so sweet around me ; peacefulness 
 Lies on the sunlit landscape, and the air 
 Is full of joyous life so free and rich ; 
 But in my dreaming a remembrance comes 
 Of human life by poverty held in thrall, 
 Pledged to a fight with dire necessity. 
 How can I stay here ? it would be to steep 
 My sympathy in a misused anodyne. 
 
 3- 
 
 If that this life were all, where could our love 
 Find an abiding place ? It is eternal, 
 And in this world can have no eternal home, 
 Only a traveller's tent. 
 
s8 (^uguef. 
 
 4- 
 
 All robed in white she stands in stateliness, 
 And well it is to see she stands alone, 
 
 For it would spoil the picture's daintiness 
 If any coarser tinge were on it thrown. 
 
 We may not rest upOn our oars, 
 
 As if the race were won ; 
 We may not lay our weapons down, 
 
 As if the fight were done ; 
 Though fair before us lie the goal, 
 
 Peace almost in our grasp, 
 Our hand can not yet touch the prize. 
 
 Or victory's guerdon clasp. 
 
 After the sowing days of care and weeping, 
 The whitened harvest ready stands for reaping, 
 Then to be duly housed in holy keeping 
 
 In the great granary of Heaven. 
 
 7- 
 Count not thy riches by thy purse. 
 
(^uguef. S9 
 
 So near the picture in past days I stood, 
 
 That its harmonious and tender tones 
 
 Were marred to me by the rough brush-marks which 
 
 I judged untruly in my foolishness ; 
 
 Now down a line of years I look again, 
 
 And do repent me of my hastiness. 
 
 Write thy life-story as in golden letters on the tablets 
 of Time. 
 
 Now and again a touch of sudden light 
 Has seemed to fall upon the veil between 
 This life on earth and that ' which is to be ' ; 
 As if a white-robed angel had passed by, 
 Or that a door into the Father's home 
 Had opened for one instant, setting free 
 A wondrous gleam from the great glory there. 
 
 Not girt about with kith and kin, 
 Yet neither heart nor hearth is lonely. 
 
6o (^ugugf. 
 
 The fewer the tools, the greater the workman's genius. 
 
 13- 
 
 Art thou of those 
 Who set themselves to teach their fellow-men ? 
 Then heed thy words ; speak only what thyself 
 Hast fully learned and proved ; else may thy speech 
 Be mere degenerate twaddle. 
 
 14. 
 
 A silent life of learned contemplation 
 Around him vainly tried its charm to cast ; 
 To his unresting mood it was stagnation, 
 He felt as if by 'death in life ' held fast. 
 
 O maiden dear ! why singing that sad song ? 
 Thy laughing voice should tiever lend itself 
 To notes so strangely alien. Turn the strain 
 To thy old song of gladness ; so may I 
 Unbroken keep that charm of joyousness 
 With which thy singing has enthralled my heart. 
 
i6. 
 
 A waste of treeless land ! 
 
 A waste of shadeless land ! 
 Flecked only by the smoke of hurrying fire : 
 
 Is it all needless waste ? 
 
 Is it all aimless waste ? 
 Earth of the earth ; plain never rising higher. 
 
 Nay ; from the plain set wide, 
 
 Voiced by the wasteland wide, 
 Earth's aspiration rises to the sky ; 
 
 How can be fuller use. 
 
 How can be grander use, 
 For earth than footstool for God's Majesty ? 
 
 17- 
 In all Blessing lies an eternal Present. 
 
 18. 
 Miscall not restlessness activity. 
 
 19. 
 
 Faith keeps old age brave : Hope keeps old age 
 bright : Love keeps old age sweet. 
 
62 ^ugugf. 
 
 I met to-day my dream of many years, 
 I saw the broad Atlantic waves roll in. 
 Upon their crests rode once again for me 
 The Spirit that touched of old the Devon men, 
 And led them out (what time they watched the sun 
 Sink in his kingly robes behind the west) 
 To dare their way across the waste of waves 
 Into that wondrous, glowing sunset world. 
 
 We rule our unspoken thoughts : our spoken thoughts 
 rule us. 
 
 So thou wouldst war with fortune ? Good, and when 
 
 Thy brave heart wins the victory, be sure 
 
 That vanquished fortune makes the staunchest friend. 
 
 23- 
 
 There are some thoughts that we can never bring 
 To our earth-level ; we must rest content 
 That they should -be to us as summer clouds. 
 And make the heaven above us beautiful. 
 
(^uguef. 63 
 
 24. 
 
 Thou hast a friend stands by thee, 
 
 Ever the same 
 If praise or blame be fallen 
 
 Upon thy fame ; 
 Such steadfast honour doth he 
 
 Pay friendship's name, 
 It can but be from Heaven 
 
 His fealty came. 
 
 25- 
 
 A scholar's hat ill suits a dullard's brain : 
 Dost thou lack either ? count the loss a gain. 
 
 26. 
 
 The deepest human heart can never hold 
 Enough of love and pitying sympathy 
 To meet all needs of others : yet at least 
 We need not walk the world with only half 
 Our measure full. 
 
 27'. 
 
 When Love by Knowledge grows, then is Love's tree 
 securely rooted. 
 
64 ®U3U6f. 
 
 28. 
 
 Keep thine own heaven blue, 
 Let come what storms may come in other skies. 
 
 29. 
 Hope plans : Faith builds. 
 
 3°- 
 
 Wake, Morning, wake ! 
 Life's pulse is dancing, and her children take 
 From her full, busy hands wherewith to. make 
 A joyous work-day world ; and all things wake : 
 
 Wake, Morning, wake ! 
 
 Rest, Evening, rest ! 
 Life's heart beats wearily, and on her breast 
 Her tirbd children lay their heads, caressed 
 By her soft touch to sleep ; and all things rest : 
 
 Rest, Evening, rest ! 
 
 31- 
 
 On such a day as this dear Memory brings, 
 From a home-garden in the far-away, 
 A tender scent of flowers. 
 
■- •pf^'t^ ' s;/^4 
 
 Upon Thy altar, Lord, I lay my work : 
 Its seed-time was from Thee, and only as 
 Thy sunshine has fallen on it has it grown 
 To any show of fruit. 
 
 Mortal time passes, but leaves behind immortal 
 legacies. 
 
 3- 
 In far-off sunny days 
 Pleasure and Happiness went hand-in-hand 
 To walk the wide world through ; but when dark clouds 
 Shadowed the path, then Pleasure loosed her hold, 
 And Happiness, so strangely checked, stood all 
 Irresolute, till Self- Denial came 
 And lifted her dropped hand ; and from that time 
 These two have walked inseparable friends. 
 
 9 
 
66 ^epfewfier. 
 
 Contentment does not reckon with the purse, 
 
 It has to do with other things than gold, 
 
 For circumstance it will not quit its hold, 
 
 But gives its troth ' for better ' and ' for worse ' ; 
 
 It comes straight down from Heaven into the heart, 
 
 And is not bought or sold in any mart. 
 
 Two gifts were mine to-day, 
 A sorrow one, the other was a mask. 
 The inscription read : ' When Love sends grief, she sends 
 The wherewithal to hide it, lest the world 
 Grow oversad.' 
 
 Thoughts are Time's heirlooms, and we fain would try 
 To rearrange their setting. 
 
 Each day a threshold is of death and life. 
 And many are the feet that pass across, 
 To leave enshrined in loving human hearts 
 Enduring sanctities of joy or grief. 
 
8. 
 
 Wouldest thou bear solitude ? learn to make friends of 
 thy thoughts. 
 
 A ruined abbey on a rugged cliff, 
 
 A home where Faith has lived in olden time ; 
 
 Where rainbowed showers and fierce spray-laden gales, 
 
 Of many a summer day and winter night, 
 
 Have left their touch upon the rocks and walls ; 
 
 And underneath the houses nestled close, 
 
 Red-roofed, and glowing in the westering sun ; 
 
 Telling how Life held true through stormy days, 
 
 And laughed again with Hope, while over all 
 
 Love sang the song that never can grow old. 
 
 No thanks are ever lost. 
 
 Noontide is bright. 
 But richer are the tones of evening light ; 
 
 As day goes by 
 It gathers up earth's harvest for the sky. 
 
68 ^eptem6er. 
 
 12. 
 
 I met a child, upon whose little face 
 The shadowing lines of thought responsible 
 Had all too early come. Ah me ! to think 
 That care should ever by an elder's will 
 Touch childhood. 
 
 13- 
 
 The nearer moon, though with a borrowed light. 
 Pales the far star. 
 
 14. 
 
 Still 'mistress of herself though china fall,' 
 
 Was, so the poet judged, no merit small. 
 
 What would he say of you who, when your store 
 
 Of dinner-china lay upon the floor 
 
 In pieces, calmly eyed your careless maid, 
 
 And called the breakage ' a good thing for trade ' ? 
 
 15- 
 
 ' Something a character ' ? Nay, rather say 
 
 He was the oddest man you ever met ; 
 
 You bid me prove my words ? Then turn that way ; 
 
 There lie his deeds of kindness unmatched yet. 
 
16. 
 
 We call the shadows lovely that we watch 
 From our own sunny standpoint ; yet the air 
 Is chilly where they fall. 
 
 17- 
 
 Sweet fruit 'neath bitter rind is often seen ; 
 And tender heart oft beats 'neath rugged mien. 
 
 18. 
 
 The path swept downward : by my side 
 
 A little maiden of four summers stood, 
 
 And wished to go that way. Something she saw 
 
 Of hesitation on my face, and asked. 
 
 In her quaint, patronizing baby way, 
 
 ' You can get up again ?' Ah ! Edie dear. 
 
 What an unending sermon could be preached 
 
 From your short text. 
 
 19. 
 
 And, as she passed, 
 Into her dainty stream of rippling talk 
 Society's trees would all so lightly drop 
 Their falling leaves of unconsidered words. 
 
7° ^epfemfier. 
 
 All the work we undertake is ever at its hardest when 
 halfway done; and we fight our sternest battles, and 
 feel our keenest griefs, in middle life, rather than in 
 childhood or old age. 
 
 We often learn so much from our mistakes that it is 
 difficult to be thoroughly sorry for having made them. 
 
 Some lives there are 
 Which have their autumn first, and then their spring. 
 
 23- 
 
 I heard one preach to-day, and on my ear. 
 
 Long used to measured tones and ordered speech, 
 
 There fell a sense of free and spacious thought, 
 
 Which, as the breeze that sweeps an upland moor 
 
 Rouses the sleeping pulse of w^eary life. 
 
 Swept all across my somewhat cob webbed brain. 
 
 And stirred my soul anew to energy. 
 
^epfemQet. 7 1 
 
 24. 
 
 Sad autumn evening ! the dark purple clouds, 
 Heavy with unshed tears for dying day, 
 Move slowly, golden-fringed, towards the west ; 
 Led by a breeze that scarce has heart to ring 
 A tender farewell peal upon the trees. 
 
 25- 
 
 God's treasure-house 
 Has store enough for all and still to spare : 
 The gifts to one man beggar not his brother. 
 
 26. 
 
 He who looks on work only as a means to an end, 
 misses half its blessing and all its comfort. 
 
 27. 
 
 Impatience of control ! it is the fret 
 
 Full often of a mind untrained, which deems 
 
 Itself too great to walk in narrowed ways. 
 
 And yet it is no proof of littleness 
 
 To honour Law ; who does so, honours that 
 
 Which rules the universe. 
 
72 ^epiemBet. 
 
 28. 
 
 The wrestling wind came forth in all its pride 
 
 To measure strength for strength against the trees : 
 
 This is my parable for you to-day. 
 
 29. 
 
 Now Evening, with her sunset rays, 
 Writes on the clouds a hymn of praise. 
 
 30- 
 
 All hopefully radiant 
 
 I faced the steep gradient 
 Of a pathway that led to the top of a hill ; 
 
 In fancy I'd climbed it, 
 
 I even had timed it. 
 But I took just twelve steps, and then had to stand still. 
 
 As homeward I wandered 
 
 I ruefully pondered, 
 The result I now give as between you and me : 
 
 Hope oft is fallacious. 
 
 Fancy can be mendacious. 
 And don't try to climb hills when you're seventy-three. 
 
To offer up supremest sacrifice 
 
 That heart and hand could give, without reserve 
 
 Or any wish it should be otherwise, 
 
 Then find in after days it needed not 
 
 To be. O trial strange ! Yet love is sure 
 
 The gladness of the doing was worth the deed. 
 
 Half our lives we spend walking (as we think) before 
 our seniors : the other half walking (as they think) 
 behind our juniors. 
 
 There is no end to thought, 
 Only the poor brain upon which it works 
 Wears out. 
 
 10 
 
74 dcfofier. 
 
 And aye the stormy wind of discontent 
 Dies o'er the plain of thy sweet peacefulness. 
 
 We are not prisoned from the Infinite, 
 But round our lightly palisaded lives 
 We hear its wondrous rippling ; till at last 
 Gently it overflows our fragile fence, 
 And bears us to the measureless Beyond. 
 
 1 noted where 
 On Earth's hard furrowed face the cloud-tears lay, 
 Waiting till she should take them to her heart, 
 And hear them whisper that they come from Heaven. 
 
 7- 
 
 Peace shaken by strife-throes, 
 Then finding once more 'neath Love's touch repose, 
 So rings my life ! 
 Sweet song that comes and goes, 
 Discords delaying still its perfect close. 
 So sings my life ! 
 
C)cfo6er. 75 
 
 Though a brave heart may have to face defeat, it does 
 not meet it halfway. 
 
 9- 
 
 Each leaf falls singly ; even so we die, 
 Not as mankind, but men. 
 
 A tender, waving bough above my head. 
 With now and then its kiss upon my face ; 
 A cold, unsheltering sky above my head. 
 With raindrops pitiless upon my face ; 
 
 A glorious sunshine laughing overhead, 
 Danced into daintiest flickers by the leaves ; 
 A night of heavy darkness overhead. 
 And the sad shudder of the dying leaves. 
 
 The years bring no stagnation ; ever Life 
 Gives us fresh truths to learn, still leads us on, 
 Till we pass out from dimness into light. 
 From ignorance to ' know as we are known.' 
 
76 dctofier. 
 
 12. 
 
 The face an index to the mind ? that may be true 
 When Goodness guides the subtle spring within ; 
 But if the converse hold, more rarely to our view 
 Does evil grant such seeing. 
 
 13- 
 
 A life, like a day, is often redeemed from utter dulness 
 by a glorious sunset. 
 
 14. 
 
 It is the age of ' Push ' ; men glorify 
 
 The man who wins his way to vantage-ground. 
 
 Even if a brother be his stepping-stone. 
 
 ' Bad manners ?' Yes, perhaps with luckless ones. 
 
 Who only squabble in the general crowd ; 
 
 But reach the platform, then on every side 
 
 Voices proclaim your skill, your energy, 
 
 Your singleness of purpose, and agree 
 
 To crown in you the ' Gospel of Success !' 
 
 15- 
 
 If sitting still is all thou hast to do, 
 Then do it as it were the highest work. 
 
©cfofier. 77 
 
 i6. 
 
 ' Had I no glass wherein to view my face 
 I never could believe that I grow old. 
 Time has gone by at such a gentle pace, 
 And has so silently the years unrolled, 
 Has grooved my wrinkles with a hand so light, 
 And snowed my hair as if it were in play — 
 To touch my heart he has forgotten quite.' 
 So sang a friend to me the other day. 
 
 17- 
 
 If Providence give thee a footpath, do not walk in the 
 mud. 
 
 i8. 
 
 Mere society-politeness is like a glove on a rough 
 hand ; it vanishes in the ungloved conditions of home- 
 life. 
 
 19. 
 
 Take from his speech 
 The glitter of its transcendentalisms, 
 Then the poor thought, like a spent rocket-stick, 
 Falls to the ground. 
 
7? (Dctofiet. 
 
 When evening falls upon a sunless day ' 
 We greet it as a kindly veil to hide 
 The sadness of the sky ; so she may weep 
 Her tqars in sacred, shadqwed solitude. ■ 
 
 O wondrous benediction of a life, 
 
 To take no anxious thought for its To-morrows ! 
 
 We are often dismayed at the seeming tangles in life, 
 when perhaps it is only that we are looking at the 
 reverse side of the web in Time's loom. 
 
 23- 
 
 Before me he the scales of judgment, 
 Needs it to be that I should lift them up ? 
 Can my unnervfed, weak, and trembling hands 
 Hold true the balance to opposing weights ? 
 Ah no ! I may not lift them, for I hear ' ' 
 'Judge not, that so ye be not judged.' And yet 
 I think I would not even if I might. ' " ' 
 
«Ocfo6er. 79 
 
 24. 
 
 The fallen golden leaves bestrew the ground, 
 .And autumn's glorious hues are all around, 
 Giving again to us in fading days 
 The garnered beauty of the summer-rays. 
 
 Wouldst thou in Nature's teachings have a part ? 
 Garner all holy things within thy heart, 
 Not for self-hoarding, but again to give, 
 ' And for thy Autumn in thy Suinmer live. 
 
 25- 
 Hast thou a friend ? do not worry him. 
 
 26. 
 
 The drollery of little things to see 
 
 Was a keen instinct with her, and by it 
 
 She found a mine of laughter-moving wit 
 Where all to others commonplace would be. 
 
 ' J ; I i 
 , , 27. 
 
 The quarrelsome wind has gone, 
 And Peace once more upon the fickle Sea. 
 Has laid his hand, and won her for his ow'n. 
 
So <Dcfo6er. 
 
 28. 
 
 I cannot sit with folded hands the while 
 The world's full rush of thought and energy, 
 Unheeded or unhelped by me, streams on. 
 
 29. 
 
 The possibilities of kindly deeds 
 Lie thickly strewn for thee about the world, 
 And gladly thou dost stoop and pick them up 
 For Love to use. 
 
 To fight, to labour, and to die — 
 
 This is not all of life ; 
 For after work comes resting-tinie, 
 
 And victory after strife. 
 
 3i. 
 
 With blessed knowledge of God-given peace 
 She gilded all the greyness of old age ; 
 While, as she backward glanced, the line of Love 
 She saw, which onward from her cradle ran. 
 And still, she knew, would ever guide her steps 
 Till her earth-walk was ended. 
 
Life's tide rolls into harbour ; every wave 
 
 Comes differently laden : on their crests 
 
 Some wrack and wreckage bring, with a sad sough 
 
 Or in a stern defiance passing on ; 
 
 Others, their fair freight tenderly upborne, 
 
 Glide by with kiss of greeting to the pier, 
 
 Assured of welcome. 
 
 Tread lightly on thy fallen hopes, for out of them may 
 spring flowers for thy children. 
 
 To absolutely know, 
 In the mist-shadowed mazes of this life, 
 The right from wrong, so full of wrong ourselves, 
 And with our vision^duUed by that same wrong- 
 It is for us a thing impossible. 
 
 II 
 
82 (Tlotjemfiet. 
 
 4- 
 
 Do not be always looking through a telescope at 
 distant hopes, and so not see the love that stands beside 
 you. 
 
 5- 
 
 The weary, miry way of his poor life 
 
 He turned into a glorious road to heaven. 
 
 Now firelight fancies dance upon the wall, 
 As in my room I sit and idly dream ; 
 Outside a winter fog begins to fall, 
 And muffled grow the footsteps in the street. 
 Memory's dear visions answer to my call ; 
 I am not lonely, though alone I seem ; 
 Yet, dreamings sweet, the fairest of you all 
 I'd leave, one living, long lost face to greet. 
 
 O power of sound ! O magic spell of music ! 
 Above thy sister arts thou hast the skill, 
 With rule unquestioned to enchain my spirit, 
 And with magnetic touch my heart-strings thrill. 
 
(JloDem6ef. 83 
 
 8. 
 
 Lie nestled warm, O little grain, and sleep 
 Through the long winter in thy mother's arms ; 
 Then lift thy head when spring's soft-falling rain 
 Shall tap at earth's closed doors, and bid thee wake. 
 
 9- 
 Thy love for me is not an ended tale, 
 Which only left sweet echoes of its words 
 To linger on my ear awhile, then die : 
 It is a living memory in my heart, 
 It is a presence that I look to meet 
 When, in the life that is to come, we stand 
 All reverently before the throne of God. 
 
 All the true blessings of our life are sent us. We 
 could not make them ; at the best we can but fashion 
 for ourselves worries and cares. 
 
 Content to do : 'tis oft an easy task. 
 It is a harder thing to be content 
 To leave undone. 
 
84 ^ovtmQ&c. 
 
 Each hour is but an hour, although it seems 
 With slow and lingering steps to pass away, 
 While we, sad watchers through a weary night, 
 Long for the first faint streaks of opening day. 
 
 Is- 
 old friends for new ? Nay, that's a bad exchange. 
 Is not thy heart, then, large enough for both ? 
 
 14. 
 
 He bears himself as one 
 Who the whole vintage of the world has proved. 
 And found it naught. 
 
 IS- 
 
 1 wrote, and he 
 Pick-axed at his road-mending all the day 
 In a dull monotone of heavy thuds : 
 'Twas not, perhaps, exactly the right way 
 In which to wake my sympathy towards 
 My poor co-toiler, and yet I may see 
 (Our work judged by results) mine carelessly 
 Forgotten lie, while his road praised shall be. 
 
(ltot)cm6er. 85 
 
 16. 
 
 I cannot reckon that the smiles of life are outnumbered 
 by its tears. 
 
 17- 
 
 Forgiveness stands close by us when we love, 
 'Tis only when we hate she turns away ; 
 For no wrong-doing scares her ; nay, by it 
 She finds her noble purpose and dear use ; 
 But the unloving temper that we bind 
 As a cold panoply around our hearts, 
 This parts Forgiveness from us, and if we 
 Would win her back, we must perforce unlace 
 Our chilly armour. 
 
 Weariness is not the outcome of work, but of our 
 imperfection. 
 
 19. 
 
 The troubles and sad chances of our lives 
 Bear hidden in their hand a golden key, 
 With which, if that we will, they can unlock 
 The casket of our holiest sympathies. 
 
86 dJ-otjemficr. 
 
 A chill white mistiness shuts out the view : 
 I from the window turn and gaze on you, 
 To meet no vague aerial vision where 
 Beside the fire you wait, dear easy chair ! 
 
 In the full chords of life's great symphony 
 We hear at times the tootling of a flute. 
 Poor little instrument, may be, but yet, 
 If he's in tune, we will not wish him mute. 
 
 I am ' nothing if not critical,' 
 So I pose among my friends ; 
 
 Other people call me ' quizzical ;' 
 What your verdict is depends 
 
 On the way you view my phiz. 
 
 Helpful critic — crushing quiz. 
 
 23- 
 
 Much vaunted originality is often but a somewhat 
 fresh conglomeration of old ideas. 
 
(lloDetnfiet:. 87 
 
 24. 
 
 If riches fly away hold the tighter to contentment. 
 
 25- 
 
 Say not my love's grown halting, though my feet 
 Less swiftly bring me out to greet thee, dear ; 
 Say not my love's less warm, although its flush 
 May not so brightly in my face appear. 
 
 Say not my love's grown weak, though my hand's clasp 
 Tighten less firmly in its hold of thine ; 
 Say not my love's less true, even though my heart 
 Beat calmly as I kiss and greet thee mine. 
 
 26. 
 
 He was so strong, he dared to be tender ; so pitiful, 
 he dared to be firm. 
 
 27. 
 
 And ever and anon the sea her rain 
 Of sad salt tears throws on the pitiless rock ; 
 He sends them back, as deaf to all her pain, 
 While the re-echoing winds her sorrow mock. 
 
(Uovetnfier. 
 
 28. 
 
 The weight that coming years might bring to him 
 He trusted that his shoulders well would bear, 
 And so all hopefully held on his way. 
 
 29. 
 
 I stand and watch thee gather up the threads 
 
 Of thy life-story from the loom of Time ; 
 
 Each one is fastened to a bygone day, 
 
 And in a wondrous gracious pattern shows, 
 
 Inwoven with the fibres of thy heart. 
 
 Some of the threads are wet with bitter tears, 
 
 And some gleam golden-bright along their way ; 
 
 A strong, sharp tension some of them have borne, 
 
 And others lightly lie as loosened strands. 
 
 Still swiftly flies the shuttle to and fro ; 
 
 And so I think how, in the days to come, 
 
 The fabric yet more beautiful may be, 
 
 As Love shall fashion it with her dear hand, 
 
 Weaving her deeds so sweet into the web. 
 
 so- 
 ls there no sun because I cannot see it ? My daily 
 bread has seen it : I eat and I live. 
 
©ecemSet. 
 
 - ; •„-«" ■ 
 
 Life's problems are to be justified as well as solved. 
 
 No snow is so cold that fire will not melt it. 
 
 I watched the mystery of winter walk 
 Through the sad woods. Beneath her glance all life 
 Shrank tremblingly, in silence withering. 
 Only I heard the holly dare her touch 
 His guarded berries in his heart-blood dyed; 
 Then the pale mystery bowed her head and passed, 
 Acknowledging a mightier spell than hers. 
 For where Love's life is guard no frost can come. 
 
 12 
 
90 ©ecemfier. 
 
 4- 
 
 Across the wintry sea the beacon light 
 Flings to the storm-tossed mariner its ray ; 
 So hast thou done to me in my life-storms, 
 
 love ! and with thy love hath cheered my way. 
 
 5- 
 
 1 would not have a heaven above me raised 
 Only as high as I myself could reach ; 
 
 I would not have a depth below my feet 
 
 That I could measure with my scanty line ; 
 
 I would not have a wisdom for my guide 
 
 Only a little wiser than myself ; 
 
 I would not have a life to come that I 
 
 Could, with my earthly knowledge, comprehend. 
 
 6. 
 
 Most pleasures bear anticipation, but the true test is 
 that of recollection. 
 
 There are some days that ever live for us 
 Asjuemories of a brief glance vouchsafed 
 Into the ' great Beyond.' 
 
©ecemfier. 9^ 
 
 I turn from Nature's parables to hear 
 The words of men and women. Are there not 
 Echoes divine around our human speech 
 Still lingering ? So should we keep it true, 
 And pure from touch of even thoughtlessness. 
 
 9- 
 Where Sorrow is, Hope finds her truest work. 
 
 The hills of life are hard to climb at best. 
 But when the top is reached, good is the rest ! 
 
 Upon her hearth the fire burns low. 
 
 The children are asleep. 
 Outside she hears the storm-wind blow. 
 
 And watches but to weep. 
 
 O harsh wind ! yield to gentle breeze ; 
 
 O dark night ! lift thy veil. 
 And show her where, on sunlit seas, 
 
 He sails beyond the gale. 
 
92 ©eceinfier. 
 
 Say not that shadows fall upon thy path, 
 
 From the on-coming years, 
 Bringing a deepening sense of mystery 
 
 And haunting, spectral fears. 
 
 See rather how the glorious western gates 
 
 Wider their portals fling, 
 That so bright certainty of hope fulfilled 
 
 Light to thy steps may bring. 
 
 13- 
 
 Never, when, weariness or joy is thine, 
 
 May the clock strike for thee one hour too soon ! 
 
 Love ever weaves sweet visions round thy name, 
 And summer dreams, dreamt in a leafy bower 
 Come back to me when, in a wintry hour. 
 
 The leafless log laughs to the dancing flame. 
 
 IS- 
 
 Apprehension does not necessarily involve compre- 
 hension. 
 
1 6. 
 
 The wind makes such a tender plaint to-night, 
 As from the hills it falls toward the sea ; 
 1 cannot quarrel with it, for it is 
 As if a human voice were asking me 
 Pardon for what it had done heedlessly. 
 
 17- 
 
 The highest-soaring pinion yet must droop 
 
 And find a lower level for its rest ; 
 
 The noonday sun must sink into the west, 
 
 And manhood's strongest shoulders learn to stoop ; 
 
 But from the rest new power to rise shall come, 
 
 The setting sun shall cheer another day ; 
 
 And though the heavy burden make the way 
 
 Hard for the traveller, bending he reaches Home. 
 
 When Satisfaction comes to us in our work, Improve- 
 ment walks away. 
 
 19. 
 Time canriot measure out the length of Love. 
 
94 ©ccemfier. 
 
 20. 
 
 Dear olden friendships ! round you crystallize 
 So many tender thoughts and fancies bright, 
 My eventide is lustrous with the light 
 
 Flashed from your fairy guise. 
 
 The length of a day is not the measure of its happi- 
 ness. 
 
 Work interchanged with rest, 
 Failure the spring-board to successful quest ; 
 So grows my life ! 
 Towards counter-currents set, 
 A placid stream by angry breakers met ; 
 So flows my life ! 
 Nor dark nor light supreme, 
 Earth's clouds oft rifted by a heavenly gleam ; 
 So shows my life ! 
 
 23- 
 
 Days and months 
 Are but the scaffolding of our lives. 
 
©ecemfier. 95 
 
 24. 
 
 O Love ! that tak'st the faults of those we love, 
 And turn'st them to occasions for sweet pity. 
 
 25- 
 
 Let the o'ershadowing Honour of this day 
 Be the one crown and glory of thy life. 
 
 26. 
 
 Not drifting on the tide of my own will, 
 Nor with opposing currents battling hard, 
 But on the gulf-stream of Thy Love, O God, 
 So my desired haven shall I reach. 
 
 27. 
 
 Are we 
 
 The strong ones in God's household ? Then to us 
 
 Is given the charge to lift upon ourselves 
 
 The burdens which, with too o'ermastering weight, 
 
 Rest on our brothers. Yet let us take heed. 
 
 And not with ostentation of our strength. 
 
 As if we holier, wiser were, but in 
 
 The silence born of self-forgetfulness. 
 
 Accept and do our work. 
 
96 "©ecemfier. 
 
 28. 
 
 Give no sad tone to the words ' I used to ' ; they speak 
 of a full and bright past, and treasured memories are 
 the riches of old age. 
 
 29. 
 
 If thou hast lost pleasures in the path of duty, count 
 them in thy ledger as if thou hadst gained them. 
 
 3°- 
 
 Softly I shut the door of Memory's room ; 
 I may not stay there always, for I hear 
 Many dear voices asking me to come 
 And live my life by theirs : 'tis even so 
 Fresh pictures can be painted while the day 
 Lingers with me, and I have strength to work. 
 
 31- 
 
 Before we greet 
 With outstretched hands the coming year, or bid 
 Glad Hope her garjand round about it fling. 
 Let us with weaved thoughts of thankfulness 
 Crown the departing year. 
 
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