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 " My Country, 'tis of thee, 
 
 Sweet land of Liberty, 
 
 Of thee I sing." 
 
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 Boston . . . NEW YORK . . . Chicago. 
 
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Copyright, 1895, 
 By Silver, Burdett and Company. 
 
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 John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A. 
 
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 WHOSE LOVE HAS BEEN THE INSPIRATION OF MY VERSE 
 AND HER APPROVAL ITS BEST REWARD, 
 
 THIS BOOK 
 
 IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED. 
 
EDITOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 TT is an esteemed privilege to have been entrusted by 
 the author of our national hymn, " America," with 
 the original manuscript of his poetical writings, which 
 cover a period of nearly seventy years, for the purpose 
 of presenting them in durable form, as a legacy to his 
 countrymen and the Christian world. 
 
 As an ardent student of comparative philology, the 
 poet prosecuted its congenial pursuit until he mastered 
 fifteen languages, and rarely found himself at loss for 
 words by which to convey his thoughts and wishes, the 
 wide world over, without the aid of an interpreter. 
 
 An intense appreciation of Nature and country was 
 stimulated by a rare religious spirituality ; and this 
 imbued his life and writings with a sympathy for 
 others which embraced all mankind. A vein of quiet 
 humor, hardly less delicate than that of his congenial 
 classmate Oliver Wendell Holmes, brightened all con- 
 tributions to social and literary entertainments ; but he 
 never failed to season such playful sallies and apt 
 allusions with the charity that " thinketh no evil," and 
 seeks only how best to impart happiness to others. 
 
 It rarely falls to the lot of man to reach the ad- 
 vanced age of Dr. Smith with intellectual vigor, youth- 
 
vi EDITOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 ful sympathies, physical vitality, and an accurate 
 memory in full and healthy exercise. His poems illus- 
 strate his life ; and old and young alike, of whatever 
 section, party, or creed, can find wholesome stimulant 
 as well as a bright example in the pleasing, harmonious 
 record. 
 
 The selections, their arrangement, and their relation 
 to each other and to his life, have had his cordial sanc- 
 tion. Among the nearly three hundred and fifty odes 
 and poems thus grouped or distributed, is represented 
 nearly every possible phase of domestic, social, religious, 
 and civic life. Nearly sixty patriotic hymns, or odes, 
 supplement "America;" and one of these, "Patriot 
 Sons of Patriot Sires," or, "A Song for Young America," 
 written on Washington's birthday, 1894, shows how 
 tenderly his heart sympathizes with the youth of his 
 native land. Another, bearing as its title, "My Native 
 Land," was composed immediately after his return from 
 a two-years' absence in India and other remote foreign 
 countries. 
 
 Sacred Psalmody has been equally enriched by his 
 contributions. One of these, "The morning light is 
 breaking," was contemporaneous in origin with "My 
 country, 'tis of thee," both having been written while 
 he was a student at Andover Theological Seminary, in 
 1832. Another, "The Lone Star," has a record that 
 will endear his name to the countless millions of India 
 so long as time endures. As his classmate's "Old 
 Ironside" rescued the frigate "Constitution" from 
 demolition, so did this poem preserve in more endur- 
 ing form than oak or bronze the mission altar at 
 Telugu, India, in the year 1868. 
 
EDITOR'S PREFACE. VU 
 
 Equally to be prized are others which have blessed 
 many who never associated his name with the precious 
 lines. A few are noted : — 
 
 " Blest be the sacred tie that binds ; " 
 
 ' ' Morn of Zion's glory ; " 
 
 " As fades the light of closing day ; " 
 
 " When shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever?" 
 
 •* The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding; " and, 
 
 " Sister, thou wast mild and lovely." 
 
 It has been a prompting incentive in this compila- 
 tion to present the poet's life and work while he might 
 be able to have some recognition of his good service 
 for God and country. It should incite others to seek 
 the assurance of a happy old age, through acceptance of 
 the same lofty aims and unselfish methods which have 
 crowned his career, and that of his lovely companion, 
 with purity and lustre. 
 
 Occasional notes indicate the special conditions un- 
 der which many of the poems were written; and yet 
 their breadth of thought and sympathetic expression 
 enlarge their sphere of happy influence. A costly 
 jewelled badge from the veterans of the Nineteenth 
 Illinois Infantry, and a magnificent banner from the 
 Grand Army Corps of Chicago, are among the many 
 gifts, from all sections and from many lands, which 
 remind him, and those who visit his modest home, 
 that he is both loved and honored wherever he had 
 contact with the world. 
 
 The selection made from his miscellaneous poems 
 to close the volume, indicates his early conception of 
 the grandeur of our destiny as a Republic ; and in 
 the minsled srave and lisht the reader will find that 
 
viii EDITOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 a mature patriotism and a ripe piety have uniformly 
 characterized his life. 
 
 The tributes of his friends, Whittier and Holmes, 
 who have so recently passed from earth, and of Wash- 
 burn, who, at the age of eighty, gives to the world his 
 "Vacant Chair and Other Poems," are fitly associated 
 with this greeting to the public. 
 
 The following is the poet Whittier's letter : — 
 
 My dear Fkiexd, — I am thinking that thy birthday 
 occurs about this time, and I cannot let the occasion pass 
 without a word of kindly remembrance. I wish to give thee 
 a hearty welcome to the octogenarian circle which everybody 
 desires to reach, but is in no haste to do so. 
 
 The historian George Bancroft has been tbere for some 
 time; and my dear friend and thy genial classmate Dr. 
 Holmes is ready to join us, though I fancy he is willing to 
 remain outside as long as possible. We shall all be proud 
 of the acquisition of the Christian teacher and patriot poet, 
 whose song of " Our Country " has been adopted by sixty 
 millions of freemen. It has kept time to the march of 
 Freedom. It bas been sung around camp-fires, and the sick 
 and Avounded have forgotten their pain in listening to it. 
 It has followed the American flag around the world. 
 
 I am sure, my dear friend, that we can both say that we 
 are grateful to the Divine Providence which has blessed us 
 in so many ways, and enabled us to feel, even at our age, 
 that life is Avell worth living. 
 
 With love to thy dear Avife, who, I do not forget, was my 
 schoolmate in the old Haverhill Academy, and with evei'y 
 good wish for thyself, I am thy old and affectionate friend, 
 
 "Oak Knoll," Danvers, Oct. 18, 15 
 
EDITOR'S PREFACE. ix 
 
 The letter from Dr. Holmes is next iu order. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Smitu, — I enclose a few lines for your 
 husband's coming birthday, which I hope will be a pleasant 
 reminder to him of an old classmate who holds him in great 
 regard and honor. You will know how to present this, with 
 the far more important oflferings which will greet him on the 
 coming most interesting anniversary. 
 
 Very truly yours, 
 
 Oliver "Wendell Holmes. 
 
 To the Reverend S. F. Smith, D.D., Author of " My Country, 't ia 
 of thee," on his eightieth birthday, Oct. 21, 1888. 
 
 While through the land the strains resound, 
 
 What added fame can love impart 
 To him who touched the string that found 
 
 Its echoes in a nation's heart ? 
 
 No stormy ode, no fiery march. 
 His gentle memory shall prolong ; 
 . But on fair Freedom's climbing arch, 
 He shed the light of hallowed song. 
 
 Full many a poet's labored lines 
 
 A country's creeping waves will hide; 
 
 The verse a people's love enshrines 
 
 Stands like the rock that breasts the tide. 
 
 Time wrecks the proudest piles we raise : 
 The towers, the domes, the temples fall; 
 
 Tlie fortress ever crumbles and decays, — 
 One breath of song outlasts them all. 
 
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X EDITOR'S PREFACE, 
 
 The third tribute which belongs to this honored 
 group is the following : — 
 
 To Rev. Samuel F. Smith, D.D., Author of "America." 1808-1888. 
 
 Dear friend of well-remembered years, 
 When youth was on thy brow and mine, 
 
 Thy smoothly flowing numbers seemed 
 A well-spring from a source divine. 
 
 With undiminished affluence still, 
 
 From the same fountain calm and clear, 
 
 Plow melodies as musical 
 
 As dropped upon my boyhood's ear. 
 
 Aye, holier are their undertones, 
 
 And richer with the lore of age ; 
 The opening vista down the vale 
 
 Grows broader to the saint and sage. 
 
 As friends beloved reach, one by one. 
 Life's limit, three-score years and ten. 
 
 Thy fingers touch the old-time chords, 
 Kesponsive with their sweet Amen. 
 
 For never fairer is the vine 
 
 Than when its purpling grapes hang low; 
 And life's divinest hour is when 
 
 'T is radiant in its sunset glow. 
 
 And thou dost stay the fleeting hours 
 
 To paint the blush ere it depart, 
 And weave thy benedictions round 
 
 The holiest tendrils of the heart. 
 
EDITOR'S PREFACE. XI 
 
 heavenly gift of poesy ! 
 
 And beautiful, when it doth bless, 
 As thine hath done, its fellow-man 
 
 In its embracing tenderness. 
 
 As oft a harp will murmur on 
 
 When the sweet song we sang is o'er. 
 
 And charm us with its memories when 
 The hand that swept it is no more, — 
 
 So will remembrance of thy life. 
 
 Its four- score years of song and cheer. 
 
 Like music, linger when we miss 
 
 Thy presence from the pathways here. 
 
 A letter from Eev. W. E. Towson, dated Osaka, 
 Japan, March 13, 1895, was received April 8, just as 
 these pages were going to press. He wrote that " the 
 native Christians of Japan have adopted the music of 
 ' America,' to be sung with words equivalent to ' God 
 save our Native Land,' on all national days ; " and that 
 " selections from ' Beacon Lights of Patriotism ' have 
 been translated and distributed, in tract form, to the 
 Japanese army." He also desired that Dr. Smith be 
 advised of the following : — " On a recent visit of two 
 American lady missionaries to one of our men-of-war, 
 after eight years of isolation in the interior of India 
 and Japan, they heard the band play ' America.' At 
 the welcome sound of our national hymn, one wept 
 for joy, the other fainted." 
 
 The author's immediate response is given on the 
 following page. 
 
xii EDITOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 ECHOES OF "AMERICA." 
 
 " What are these notes of melody that float around me here, — 
 The tones of love that in my youth broke on my ravished ear, 
 The swelling notes from infant lips, the anthem of the free, 
 When childish voices trilled the song, ' My country, 't is of 
 thee ' 1 
 
 " My fate has led me far from home ; new scenes salute my 
 
 eyes; 
 New climes and seasons greet me here, new flowers, fruits, 
 
 and skies, — 
 But still my heart, untravelled, turns, dear native land to 
 
 thee ; 
 I sing again the old refrain, ' Sweet land of liberty ' ! " 
 
 She spoke in sweet and gentle tones, her cheeks with tears 
 
 were wet; 
 " Dear native land, its light, its love, how can I e'er forget ? " 
 She heard the strain; her bounding heart longed for the 
 
 brave and free ; 
 She breathed in ecstasy of love, " Sweet land of Liberty ! " 
 
 Another pilgrim, far from home, heard the same echoing 
 
 strain ; 
 Her throbbing heart grew wild Avith joy to greet the thrill 
 
 again. 
 She fainted as the glorious sound along the gamut ran, 
 " Is this the land of liberty 1 " " Alas, 't is but Japan ! " 
 
 But Ereedom stooped to wipe the tears, to kiss the dead to 
 life, — 
 
 Freedom that speaks the words of peace, healer of human 
 strife. 
 
 Visions of love came o'er the soul ; in faith, they rose to see 
 
 The tribes of all the peopled earth made, through the Gos- 
 pel, free. 
 
 Newton Centke, Mass., April 9, 1895. 
 
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE AUTHOR OF 
 " AJyiERICA." 
 
 The following letter from Dr. Smith illustrates 
 many elements which have made his life so greatly 
 a blessing to others : — 
 
 In accordance with your request for a familiar outline 
 of my life, noting its chief events and the trend of my 
 poetical writings, I send the enclosed, as the experience 
 of one who courted the Muse partly for personal satis- 
 faction, but chiefly from an earnest desire to promote 
 patriotic sentiment and Christian living as he had oppor. 
 tunity. It has been a source of enjoyment, and, I hope, 
 has been a comfort to others. 
 
 Sincerely your friend, 
 
 S. F. Smith. 
 
 SKETCH. 
 
 I count it to have been a happy lot, and, possibly, 
 an inspiration to my choice of a profession, that I was 
 born under the sound of the Old North Church chimes, 
 in Boston. I understand, from veritable family rec- 
 ords, that the modest event occurred on the 21st day 
 of October, 1808. 1 confess to a little touch of satis- 
 faction that I am permitted, in my social retirement, 
 to count " Discovery Day," as we now style the arri- 
 
xiv AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE AUTHOR. 
 
 val of Columbus in America, as my own birthday ; 
 but I have never claimed that the coincidence was 
 worthy of note, outside of the immediate Smith house- 
 hold. 
 
 Three years at the Eliot School, Boston, were fol- 
 lowed by preparation for college at the Boston Latin 
 School, from which I graduated to enter Harvard Uni- 
 versity. It certainly was a grateful experience of that 
 preparatory training, that, in 1825, I was permitted to 
 call the " Franklin Medal " my own, as well as a gold 
 " Prize Medal " for an English poem. 
 
 My Harvard Class, 1829, brought me into intimacy 
 with that congenial and beloved classmate, Dr. Holmes, 
 and the friendship never abated ; nor, in the progress 
 of seventy years lacking one, was our tender fellow- 
 ship ever lessened. Widely separated in our special 
 lines of study, we were of " the boys " when together ; 
 and his playful reference to my being " disguised under 
 the universal name of Smith," never hurt my sensibili- 
 ties, but was one of the merry things of which we 
 made sport together. 
 
 College days too quickly sped. I then pursued a 
 three years' course at Andover Theological Seminary, 
 from which I graduated September, 1832. I had med- 
 dled with verses from childhood, and, before leaving An- 
 dover, wrote the hymn, " My Country, 't is of thee," 
 " The Morning Light is breaking," and many others. 
 
 I had " on the brain," a penchant for comparative 
 philology; and, in my theological course, added four 
 languages to my repertoire, besides accomplishing the 
 pleasing task of reading every word of Mr. Marshman's 
 Chinese grammar, — a vast quarto, nearly as large as a 
 family Bible. 
 
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF TUE AUTHOR. xv 
 
 After the close of my course at Andover, I spent a 
 year in editorial labor in Boston, Then I became vil- 
 lage pastor in Waterville, Maine ; was ordained Feb- 
 ruary 12, 1834, and at the same time became Professor 
 of Modern Languages in Waterville College, afterwards 
 known as Colby University. During the course of 
 eight years, on account of a vacancy in the Depart- 
 ment of Latin and Greek Languages (for one whole 
 year) all the Greek taught in the college was added 
 to my department of instruction. 
 
 On the 16th of September, 1834, I was married to 
 Miss Mary White Smith, of Haverhill, Massachusetts, 
 grand-daughter of Dr. Hezekiah Smith, chaplain for six 
 years in the Eevolutionary Army, and an intimate 
 friend of Washington, also one of the founders of 
 Brown University, in the State of Rhode Island. 
 
 My double service in Waterville continued until Janu- 
 ary, 1842, when I became editor of the Christian Eeview 
 (Quarterly), and took up my life residence at Newton 
 Centre, Massachusetts. Becoming pastor of the First 
 Baptist Church, I still retained my editorial chair till 
 1848 (seven years), and filled the pastorate for twelve 
 years and a half. Meanwhile I fitted my children for 
 college, — the two elder, a son and a daughter, for the 
 sophomore grade of college study. After resigning 
 the pastorate, I served as the editorial secretary of 
 the Missionary Union, fifteen years, still preaching 
 almost constantly as a stated supply. 
 
 In 1875, accompanied by my wife, I spent a year in 
 Europe. 
 
 In 1880, we undertook a second journey, which in- 
 cluded Southern Asia in its itinerary, being absent 
 from the United States more than two years. This 
 
XVi AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE AUTHOR. 
 
 trip included England, Scotland, Sweden, Norway, 
 Denmark, Germany, Switzerland, France, Spain, Italy, 
 Austria, Turkey, Greece, India, Ceylon, and Burmah. 
 We visited the missions of various Church Societies, — 
 English, Scotch, French, German, and American, so 
 far as time and circumstances would permit. Vari- 
 ous correspondence had suggested the points in the 
 field-service of the Master where labor was needed. I 
 endeavored to learn as exactly as possible the actuali- 
 ties of the mission-work, its methods, its personelle, its 
 needs, its trials, and its successes. 
 
 Literary work has been the natural result of my 
 tastes and my studies. Articles for reviews, magazines, 
 and newspapers have been almost without number. 
 Among books, may be mentioned the " Life of Eev. 
 Joseph Grafton ; " " Lyric Gems " (publisher's title), 
 " Rock of Ages," the two latter containing many of 
 my own composition ; " The Psalmist," in connection 
 with Baron Stow, the current Hymn Book of the Bap- 
 tist Churches throughout the United States for thirty 
 years, from 1843 ; " Missionary Sketches," and " Ram- 
 bles in Mission Fields," These were followed by " The 
 History of Newton," Massachusetts, 950 pp. octavo ; 
 several books edited ; and various translations for the 
 Encyclopaedia Americana, from the " German Conversa- 
 tions Lexicon," amounting to fully one thousand printed 
 pages. Not far from one hundred and fifty of my 
 hymns have, in various ways, been contributed to our 
 Psalmody. 
 
 A strong poetical bias took hold of me when I was 
 a boy of eight years. An " Elegy on a Cat," then 
 written, disappeared long since, as well as the cat. 
 The first poem published, was four years later ; but if 
 
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF TUE AUTHOR. XV li 
 
 you do not find it among the old papers, I cannot sup- 
 ply it. I have never bidden farewell to the lyre, sim- 
 ply because it was a part of myself. 
 
 The hymn, " America," was the fruit of examining a 
 number of music books and songs for German public 
 schools, placed in my hands by Lowell Mason, Esq. 
 Falling in with the tune in one of them, now called 
 " America," and being pleased with its simple and easy 
 movement, I glanced at the German words, and, see- 
 ing that they were patriotic, instantly felt the impulse 
 to write a patriotic hymn of my own, to the same tune. 
 Seizing a scrap of waste paper, I put upon it, within half 
 an hour, the verses substantially as they stand to-day. 
 I did not propose to write a national hymn. I did not 
 know that I had done so. The whole matter passed 
 out of my mind. A few weeks afterwards I sent to 
 Mr. Mason some translations and other poems ; this 
 must have chanced to be among them. This occurred 
 in February, 1832. To my surprise, I found later that 
 he had incorporated it into a programme for the celebra- 
 tion of July 4, 1832, in Park St. Church, Boston. I 
 have smce heard it sung in many languages, more than 
 half-way round the world, the latest translation of it 
 which I have seen being into the Hebrew. When it 
 was composed, I was profoundly impressed with the 
 necessary relation between love of God and love of 
 country ; and I rejoice if the expression of my own 
 sentiments and convictions still finds an answering 
 chord in the hearts of my countrymen. 
 
 I pray that the spirit of the simple verses may be 
 the spirit of our people evermore. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Paob 
 
 Preface iii 
 
 AUTOBIOGKAPHY OF Dr. SmITII xi 
 
 l^art I. — HOME. 
 
 FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 Domestic Beginnings. 
 
 Childhood Memories 1 
 
 To Little Mary White 2 
 
 Cradle Song. (From the German.) 3 
 
 Sallie 4 
 
 To my Blessed Wife 5 
 
 Our Frank 6 
 
 To Little Ann 7 
 
 Daniel Appleton White 7 
 
 Anniversaries. 
 
 Mary, on her Eighteenth Birthday 9 
 
 Mary, on her Wedding Day 10 
 
 Mary, on her Twenty-fifth Marriage Anniversary .... 11 
 
 Sallie, on her Eighteenth Birthday 12 
 
 Frank, on his Twenty-first Birthday 1-3 
 
 Ewing, at Twenty -one 14 
 
 To my Wife, at Fifty 1.5 
 
 Our Golden Wedding ■ 17 
 
 Carrie, on her Fiftieth Birthday 19 
 
 My Wife, to a Friend guessing her Age 20 
 
 Our Fifty-ninth Marriage Anniversary . 22 
 
 Our Sixtieth Wedding Anniversary 22 
 
 Frank's Wife, at Fifty 23 
 
XX COXTEXTS. 
 
 To my TVife, at Seventy 25 
 
 To my Wife, ou her Seventy-fifth Birthday 26 
 
 To my Wife, on her Eightieth Birthday 2S 
 
 To my AVife, at Eighty-one 30 
 
 To my Wife, on her Eighty-second Birthday 32 
 
 Tender Paetings. 
 
 Elizabeth, the Infant Angel 33 
 
 The Jewel and its Setting 34 
 
 In IMemory of INIary White Smith 36 
 
 Two Gardens, The Heavenly and the Earthly 37 
 
 Reunions. 
 
 Sallies Home 39 
 
 At the Old Hearthstone again 40 
 
 SOCIAL AMENITIES. 
 Kind Greetings. 
 
 Friendship 43 
 
 To a Young Friend at Twenty-one 44 
 
 To a Young Maiden 45 
 
 Rev. James Freeman Clarke, at Seventy 46 
 
 Deacon George W. Chipman, at Seventy 47 
 
 Lyman Jewett, D. D., on his Seventy-fifth Birthday ... 50 
 
 Deacon J. W. Converse, on his Eightieth Birthday .... 51 
 
 A Golden Wedding Song . . • 53 
 
 A Golden Wedding 54 
 
 Mrs. J. W. Parker, on her Eighty-third Birthday .... 56 
 
 George C. Lorimer, D. D 58 
 
 Rev. Adoniram Judson Gordon 59 
 
 In Memory and Condolence. 
 
 William Hague, D. D 61 
 
 Gardner Colby 63 
 
 Rev. Isaac Backus 65 
 
 A Loving Bequest 66 
 
 Mary Pond 67 
 
 "Blind Anna" 69 
 
 Blossoming on the Other Side 70 
 
 To a Sorrowing Mother 71 
 
 Agatha E. Claflin 72 
 
 Harriet J. Wardwell . . • 74 
 
 Epitaphs 75 
 
 In Memory of a Young Maiden 76 
 
CONTENTS. ' xxi 
 part II. —COUNTRY. 
 
 America 77 
 
 SCHOOLS AND SCHOLARS. 
 Sentimevtal. 
 
 The Seal once laid on Pliant Wax 79 
 
 Nothing without Effort 79 
 
 Where are the Boys of Earlier Years ? 81 
 
 The Lady and the Poet 82 
 
 Preserved Thoughts. (Dedication of a Library.) .... 83 
 
 The Gentle Muse of To-day 84 
 
 Anniversaries and Dedications. 
 
 Hymn for a School Anniversary 86 
 
 Laying the Corner-Stone at Wellesley College 87 
 
 Laying the Corner-Stone of Worcester Academy .... 88 
 
 An Unfinished School Building 89 
 
 Hymn for Dedication of a School-house 90 
 
 Fair Seat of Learning ! who shall tell 91 
 
 Fair Worcester 92 
 
 Fair Suffield. Thy Children return to thy Hall 93 
 
 Reunions. 
 
 Alumni of Newton Theological Seminary, 1885 94 
 
 Hymn for Newton Theological Institute 95 
 
 A Song of " Lang Syne." For the Harvard Class of 1829 . 96 
 
 Not yet the Frost of Age. (Harvard Class of '29.) ... 97 
 
 Hid the Tempest and the Strife. (Harvard Class of '29.) . 99 
 
 Tributes. 
 
 Mr. Seth Davis, the School-master, on Ms One Hundredth 
 
 Birthday 101 
 
 The Departed Teacher 103 
 
 Requiem 104 
 
 Nathaniel Parker Willis 106 
 
 Edward Everett 107 
 
 Oliver Wendell Holmes 109 
 
 CmC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 
 
 The World's Need Ill 
 
 True Greatness Ill 
 
 Women's Rights 116 
 
 Dedication of Chamber of Commerce, Boston 119 
 
 For the Dinner of tho First City Government of Newton . 120 
 
 Dedication of Home for Waif Boys at Dedham, Mass. . . 123 
 
 The Consecration of a Cemetery 124 
 
 Change and Work 125 
 
xxii CONTENTS. 
 
 PATRIOTIC INCENTIVES AND EXAMPLES. 
 
 The Fathers and their Struggles. 
 
 A Tribute to Columbus 129 
 
 America, the Western Flower 130 
 
 The Pilgrim Fathers 132 
 
 Tea-drinking. (An American Ballad.) 133 
 
 Paul Revere's Ride 137 
 
 Patriot's Day, April 19, 1775 138 
 
 Independence Day, July 4, 1776 140 
 
 The Children's Independence Day 141 
 
 The Fourth of July remembered 143 
 
 A Hymn for the Fourth of July 144 
 
 The Fathers remembered 145 
 
 Ode in Memory of Franklin 146 
 
 The Birthday of Washington 147 
 
 The Sons and their Struggles. 
 
 Patriot Sons of Patriot Sires 149 
 
 The Cincinnatse 151 
 
 The Daughters of the American Revolution 152 
 
 Fling out the Banner . . . . " 154 
 
 Wave the Flag on high 156 
 
 The Pine and the Palm 157 
 
 The Morning cometh 158 
 
 Memorial Honors 160 
 
 Eve of Decoration Day 161 
 
 Decoration Day 162 
 
 Precious Lives 163 
 
 Cherished Names 164 
 
 Our Fallen Comrades 164 
 
 Burial of General Grant 167 
 
 The Student Soldiers. (Harvard's Dead.) 168 
 
 After the Soldier's Funeral 169 
 
 " Sleep, Comrades, sleep ! " 170 
 
 " Living still " 171 
 
 On the Erection of a Soldier's Monument 172 
 
 Memorial Hymn 173 
 
 The Illinois Nineteenth Regiment and Captain Bremner . . 1 74 
 
 The Twenty-fifth G. A. R. Encampment, 1893 176 
 
 The Veterans 178 
 
 Abraham Lincoln 180 
 
 A Century Hymn, 1789-1889 183 
 
 Memorial Day, 1894 185 
 
 My Native Land ' . . 186 
 
CONTENTS. xxm 
 
 |3art III. — SACKED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Ikcentives to Early Piety. 
 
 Of Such is the Kingdom of Heaven 189 
 
 Moruiiig Prayer 190 
 
 Thiugs Small and Great 191 
 
 The Dew-drop and the Soul 192 
 
 Religion 193 
 
 Remember thy Creator 194 
 
 Thanksgiving 194 
 
 Martha and Mary 195 
 
 Perfect in Christ 196 
 
 Fleeting Blessings 197 
 
 Early Consecration 198 
 
 Our Beloved Teachers 198 
 
 The Word of God 199 
 
 The Closing Week 200 
 
 Saturday Evening 201 
 
 Sabbath Morning 202 
 
 The Lord's Day 203 
 
 Anniversary Hymn 204 
 
 A Sabl)ath-School Hymn 205 
 
 Sabbath Evening 206 
 
 God be our Staff and Friend 207 
 
 The Young for Christ 208 
 
 Onward ! Christian Warriors 209 
 
 The Gospel Ministry. 
 
 Harvest-Time 211 
 
 Sewing and Reaping 212 
 
 Welcome to a Pastor 213 
 
 A Blessing sought upon a Pastor 214 
 
 The Divine Presence invoked 215 
 
 Benefits of the Ministry 216 
 
 Great is the Work, but Thine the Power 217 
 
 The Chosen of God 217 
 
 The Sickle and the Sheaf 218 
 
 Christ, the Corner-Stone 220 
 
 The Reapers 221 
 
 The Aged Pastor 222 
 
 Stewardship 224 
 
 God of the Starry Worlds above 225 
 
 Come ! O Divine Shekinah, come ! 226 
 
 Dedication of Caryville Chapel 227 
 
 God of the Mountains and the Sea 228 
 
 The Fathers, where were they ? 229 
 
 Sweepon,0 Car of Light! 230 
 
 Farewell to the Old Church 231 
 
XXIV CONTENTS. 
 
 The Living Church. 
 
 The Rock of Ages 235 
 
 God, all in all 236 
 
 Divine Providence 236 
 
 The Kedeemer's Tears 237 
 
 The Last Supper 239 
 
 Gethsemane 240 
 
 The Lord is risen 241 
 
 The Living Church sweeps on • . . 242 
 
 A Rich Bequest 243 
 
 Christian Experience. 
 
 The Present and the Eternal 245 
 
 Despondency 246 
 
 Consecration 248 
 
 Importunity in Prayer 249 
 
 Far from Earth 250 
 
 Passing on, passing up 251 
 
 Thy Will, O Lord, be done 252 
 
 Ye are not your own 253 
 
 All Things are yours 254 
 
 A Present Help in Trouble 255 
 
 There 's Rest for thee 256 
 
 AU one in Christ 257 
 
 Following Christ 258 
 
 Christian Fellowship 259 
 
 Jesus is passing by 260 
 
 A Foretaste of Heaven 261 
 
 Abounding Mercy 261 
 
 Up ! ye Saints ! 262 
 
 Salvation 264 
 
 The Trusting Soul 265 
 
 Blest be the Holy Bands 266 
 
 Blest be the Bonds of Christian Love 267 
 
 A Centenary Hymn 268 
 
 Missionary Hymns and Odes. 
 
 Prayer for the Heathen 269 
 
 Heralds of Salvation 270^ 
 
 The Missionary Angel 271 
 
 God be with thee 272 
 
 Christ's Disciples divide the Field 273 
 
 The Missionary's Farewell 274 
 
 Light o'er the Hills 275 
 
 Thy Kingdom come, Immortal King ! 276 
 
 Prince of Peace, oh, come ! 277 
 
 To a Departing Missionary 278 
 
 Welcome to a Returning Missionary 279 
 
 The King of Glory 280 
 
CONTENTS. XXV 
 
 The Lone Star 281 
 
 Faith's Triumph 282 
 
 The Word of God glorified 284 
 
 The Living Bread 285 
 
 Jehovah reigns 286 
 
 " Arouse ye, O 8crvants of God ! " 288 
 
 From Eaktii to Heaven. 
 
 Come unto me 289 
 
 O Lord, remember me ! 290 
 
 The All-sufficient Refuge 291 
 
 The Everlasting Shelter 292 
 
 Life's Rapid River 294 
 
 As Summer Clouds 295 
 
 How blest arc they, in Christ, who die ! 296 
 
 To die is gain 297 
 
 The Dying Christian 298 
 
 The Grave 299 
 
 Where is thy Victory, Grave ! 300 
 
 Heaven ■ 300 
 
 Ee-union in Heaven 301 
 
 A Redeemed World. 
 
 Your Thousand Voices raise 303 
 
 Morn of Zion's Glory 304 
 
 The Great Salvation 305 
 
 The Success of the Gospel assared 306 
 
 Jesus ever reigns 308 
 
 The Lord is come 309 
 
 Triumphs of the Gospel 311 
 
 Speed on Thy Victory, Mighty King ! 312 
 
 The Prince of Salvation in Triumph is riding 313 
 
 America's Christian Centennial 314 
 
 The Doxology of Redemption 315 
 
 ^art IV. — MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND 
 ODES. 
 
 INTERVIEWS WITH NATURE. 
 
 The Flag in Nature 317 
 
 Flowers 318 
 
 Flowers in Winter 319 
 
 A Song of Spring 320 
 
 The Little Cricket 321 
 
 Wild Strawberries 322 
 
 The Canary at Sea 323 
 
 Tree-planting, or Arbor Day . 324 
 
 The Eloquence of Nature 326 
 
XXVI CONTENTS. 
 
 EUSTIC SCENES. {From the German) 
 
 My Humble Home 327 
 
 Pleasures of Nature 327 
 
 The Pleasures of Innocence 328 
 
 My Delight 329 
 
 On Waking in the Morning 330 
 
 The Rain 330 
 
 Prayer before School 331 
 
 The Spring is come 331 
 
 The Garden 332 
 
 Spring Flowers 333 
 
 The Three Flowers 334 
 
 A Song in the Woods 335 
 
 The Huntsman's Song 336 
 
 Invitation to the Country 337 
 
 The Little Weaver 337 
 
 The Little Star 338 
 
 Our Pleasant Village 339 
 
 Salutation to the Village 340 
 
 Farewell to the Village 341 
 
 Hail, Bethlehem's Star! 342 
 
 Native Land, so lovely 343 
 
 Summer Evening 344 
 
 VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 Freedom advances 345 
 
 Woman 346 
 
 Woman, " A Side-issue " 348 
 
 The Good and Great Man 353 
 
 Dangerous Precocity 354 
 
 " A Little Uppish " 355 
 
 These Modern Times 356 
 
 A Merry Hour 357 
 
 Eloquence 361 
 
 Soul-Liberty, the Watchword of the World 3G3 
 
 The Unfettered Conscience 366 
 
 Be Joyful 368 
 
 The Christmas Tree 369 
 
 Sibylline Leaves 370 
 
 Dorcas 373 
 
 Our Years roll on 374 
 
 Index of First Lines 377 
 
Part I. 
 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
pan L — HOME. 
 
 FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 I. DOMESTIC BEGINNINGS. 
 
 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES. 
 
 On, no, they shall not be forgot, 
 Those days of simple truth, — 
 The harmless sports and noisy joys 
 Of boyhood and of youth ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 But when upon those early scenes 
 
 We suffer thought to dwell, 
 "We '11 drink to their dear memory from 
 
 The pure, the pure deep well. 
 
 We wander o'er each scene anew. 
 We tread each hallowed spot 
 
 Where time in giddy gladness flew, — 
 Oh, can they be forgot ! 
 Chorus. 
 
 Eoll back, roll back tlie tide of cares, 
 Roll back the swelling sea ; 
 
 An hour we '11 give to think upon 
 Our days of youthful glee ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 1 
 
POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 But all ! those cheerful scenes are gone, 
 
 Their joys fled fast away ; 
 The friends of our bright boyhood's morn, 
 
 Oh, tell me, where are they ! 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Bereaved, but bowing to our lot. 
 
 Our onward path we tread. 
 As mournfully we gather up 
 
 The mantles of the dead. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 The places where our youth was spent ; 
 
 The friends who now are not ; 
 The scenes we loved, those joyous hours, - 
 
 They shall not be forgot. 
 Chorus. 
 
 TO LITTLE MAEY WHITE. 
 
 "OUR FIRST-BORN." 
 
 THOU precious pledge of love, 
 Of ties that bind two kindred hearts in one. 
 Dear infant Mary ; 't is with joy we hail 
 Thy coming ; and with joy we both shall strive 
 To make thee happy, useful, thro' the scenes 
 Of mortal life. Heaven watch o'er thee, my child, 
 Thro' all thy infant slumbers ; guard thee well 
 In youth's most tempting perils ; spare thy life, 
 To us as precious as our own, and give, 
 When life shall end, a crown of joy. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 But know, 
 My child, this is a world of grief and change ; 
 And 't is a high behest, beyond the lot 
 Of changeful earthliness and worldly pride, 
 Which thou art sent to finish. When the day 
 That brings the power of knowing right and wrong 
 Shall be to thee, whate'er thou art, and where. 
 Know this, and 'grave it on thy memory. 
 Thy father and thy mother, fearing God, 
 Did, on this day which gave thee life and light. 
 To Him that life and light devote. Know, then. 
 Thou must not think thyself thine own on earth, 
 For thou art wholly consecrate to God, 
 Born for His service, given for His praise. 
 So live that thou mayst honor Him, and then 
 Sit down in heaven with all the glorified. 
 
 Watekville, Aug. 5, 1835. 
 
 CRADLE SONG. 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 SLEEP, baby, sleep ! 
 Our cottage vale is deep ; 
 The little lamb is on the green. 
 His snowy fleece is soft and clean, 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 I would not, would not weep ; 
 The little lamb — he never cries — 
 How bright and happy are his eyes, 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 Thy rest shall angels keep ; 
 The lamb before the doors shall feed, 
 And suffer neither want nor need. 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 Near where the woodbines creep ; 
 Be like the lamb so meek and mild, 
 A sweet and kind and gentle child. 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 SALLIE. 
 
 THUS comes another ; may she stand 
 Among the saints in light. 
 Blest Saviour, at thy own right hand, 
 And walk with thee in white. 
 
 And should her pilgrimage be long, 
 
 And sharp affliction's rod. 
 Or short her pathway to the skies. 
 
 Oh, may it end in God ! 
 
 OCTOBEE 18, 1838. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 TO MY BLESSED WIFE. 
 
 ON THE BIRTH OF OUR "FIRST-BORN." 
 
 »'T^ WAS an eventful day that made thee feel 
 
 1 The breath of thy tirst-boru. There are on earth 
 A thousand pleasant sounds, but none like that 
 In which the little babe, by slender cries, 
 Its earliest wants, else all unknown, reveals. 
 There is no sight to the young mother's eye 
 So full of sweet attractiveness, in all the scenes, 
 Tho' grand or beautiful in every part. 
 Of the Creator's works, as in the form 
 Of infant feebleness, and the first ray 
 In which its opening eye, unknowingly. 
 Looks up. 
 
 Well, 't is a holy gift. To us 
 The God we worship hath entrusted now 
 One of His jewels, to be trained on earth 
 For heaven's Ijright treasure-house. Oh, may He spare 
 The life so sweet and young, and ours, so full 
 Of weal or woe to her condition. And may He, 
 Who heard the prayer of Hannah, list to ours, 
 And take this dedicated child, to serve 
 And glorify Him here — then shine above, 
 A star of matchless radiance, in the crown 
 Of our Kedeemer. 
 
 AcGnsT 6, 1835. 
 
POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 OUE FEANK. 
 
 AT first, a sickly babe, with angel face 
 And gentle heart, and meek, fond, chnging ways, 
 O'er whom the tearful eye and careful hand 
 Watched long and faithful, half in hope, and half 
 Too near despair, dreaming that thy young life. 
 Like flickering taper, would ere long go out, 
 And early bhght assail thy slight weak frame. 
 Now thou art grown a strong and noble boy ; 
 Health flushes thy young cheek, and from thy mouth 
 Pour shouts of childish joy. What hopes in thee 
 Lie treasured, child of our prayers, our eldest son ! 
 
 God keep thee, Frank, firm in temptation's hour ! 
 'T will come on thee ; it has on all the earth. 
 God be thy shield, and God thy comforter ; 
 We yield thee up to Him. Be thou His child. 
 Prompt to obey His will ; His messenger. 
 To bear to darkened men the light of life ; 
 His loving, loved disciple. May thy head 
 Eest on the Saviour's bosom, fitting place 
 For one whom earthly rest can never fill ; 
 For gentle souls, for spirits born to be 
 Immortal as their author. 
 
 Live, fair boy, 
 A pillar of the truth on earth, and then 
 A gem, to shine with living, glowing light 
 Bright in the Saviour's coronet. 
 
 Septembek 5, 1836. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 TO LITTLE ANN. 
 
 OUR babe, escaping from life's woes 
 Ere one brief day was given, 
 Just gleamed on earth, a fitful ray, 
 Then shone, a star in heaven. 
 
 At sunset's mild and chastened hour 
 We laid her 'ueath the sod, — 
 
 Our earliest representative 
 Before the throne of God. 
 
 September 15, 1837. 
 
 DANIEL APPLETON WHITE.^ 
 
 ANOTHER bantling ! lo, he comes, 
 Not Miss, but Mr., Fudge ; 
 A master-spirit, born to be 
 Surnamed " the little judge " ! 
 
 A portly personage, and fair, 
 
 In wit and knowledge big ; 
 Fat as an alderman, and decked, 
 
 Judge-like, in his white wig. 
 
 1 It was understood from the beginning that he was to be a lawyer, 
 like his great-nncle whoso name he bore ; but he became a minister 
 and a Doctor of Divinity. 
 
POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Off ! Puss and Frank and Sallie, off ! 
 
 The Master bids you trudge ! 
 For I, in all these parts, am made 
 
 His Majesty, the Judge ! 
 
 " Tin plate and mug are mine, — who dares 
 My rank of power to grudge ? 
 
 I '11 have my way ; I know I 'm right. 
 Left-handed, but a judge ! 
 
 " Off from the staircase ! children, off ! " 
 (Why don't the babies budge ?) 
 
 " I 'm coming down at one broad leap ! " 
 There sprawling lies the judge. 
 
 Whatever mighty man has done. 
 
 Another, doubtless, can ; 
 Now don't you think this wondrous judge 
 
 Will make a wondrous man ? 
 
 June 18, 1840. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 
 
 II. ANNIVERSARIES. 
 
 TO MY DAUGHTER MAEY, ON HER 
 EIGHTEENTH LIRTH-DAY. 
 
 SO ! leap the limit now that parts 
 The woman from the child : 
 Enter life's great career at last, — 
 No more with toys beguiled. 
 
 Earth spreads its pageant at thy feet, 
 The bright world opens wide, — 
 
 Go, be a woman, glad assume 
 The toils wliich thee abide ! 
 
 Or joy, or woe, — no tongue can tell 
 
 What fate thy lot may be ; 
 But meet it bravely, strong in faith, 
 
 God rules thy destiny. 
 
 Like breezes o'er tlie bending grain. 
 
 Like sunlight on the wave. 
 Earth's rapid joys and trials pass ; 
 
 Jehovah lives to save. 
 
 Go, be a woman ; round thy path 
 Make love and gladness spring ; 
 
 Reap in all fields ; from every task 
 Some sheaves of goodness bring. 
 
 So shall life's current cheerful flow ; 
 
 So bright shall be thy days ; 
 No flattering words shall make thy fame ; 
 
 Thy works shall be thy praise. 
 
10 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 TO MY DAUGHTER MARY, ON HER 
 WEDDING DAY. 
 
 FORTH from the sheltering wing of home, 
 Forth from its sunlit bowers, 
 Fly like the bird, intent to roam. 
 And try her new fledged powers. 
 
 Peace spread its gentle pinions o'er 
 
 The nest so warm and fair ; 
 And nature's glories round her pour. 
 
 When free in upper air. 
 
 O'er broad, sweet fields, on joyous wings, 
 
 With warbling throat, she flies ; 
 She sings and soars, and soars and sings, 
 
 Plumed for the distant skies. 
 
 So from thy dear, delightful home. 
 
 With trusting faith aspire ; 
 Life's beckoning labors bid thee come ; 
 
 The high behest desire. 
 
 Like evening sunlight on the hill, 
 
 Like verdure on the sod. 
 Love, pure and ardent, lingers still 
 
 Where'er thy steps have trod. 
 
 April 27, 1858, 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. U 
 
 TO MY DAUGHTE?., MARY W. JONES, 
 
 ON HER TWENTY-FIFTH MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY, 
 APRIL 27, 1883. 
 
 BACKWARD, to-day, my sunny thoughts are turn- 
 ing. 
 Speeding through happy years, loving and learning, 
 So gently led through flowery paths of blessing, 
 Life's truest joys in all their wealth possessing. 
 
 "Wliat was my wish, — my young heart's early craving, 
 What forms of bliss, before my fancy waving, 
 Still lured me on, — life's pathway scarcely broken, 
 And love's first lisping utterance scarcely spoken ? 
 
 I hoped, I sang, so happy in my dreaming, — 
 Would tlie reality be like the seeming ? 
 Have I life's choicest pleasures overstated ? 
 Have I its Paradises antedated ? 
 
 Or will the l)irds of bliss be ever winging 
 Their joyous flight around, soaring and singing ; 
 Day feel no chill of twilight's damp descending. 
 Nor sunshine, risen in glow, find darkened ending? 
 
 Thank God, thank God, tlie bright path grows but 
 
 brighter ! 
 Thank God, pain's light yoke grows forever lighter ! 
 The sunny course, which seemed at first so winning, 
 Confirms, a thousand fold, its fair beginning. 
 
12 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 And thus the years, full five times five, so fleeting. 
 Told the sweet tale of strength and weakness meeting, 
 In summertide alike, and stormy weather, 
 Drawing the weak and strong closer together. 
 
 And one who came, full welcome, in life's entry, 
 Stands at our age's door, a loving sentry ; 
 Fitly, with filial clasp in clasp maternal. 
 Binding the love-knot of our season vernal. 
 
 Hail, wedded pair, be yours no day of sorrows, ' 
 But only brilliant morns and glad to-morrows, 
 Till life at last, from earthly, grows supernal. 
 And joy, from earthly joy, becomes eternal. 
 
 c.X«o 
 
 TO SALLIE, ON HER EIGHTEENTH 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 SPRING, with its bright and cheerful hours, 
 Flies like the mist away ; 
 But weaves around our fragrant bowers 
 The light of summer's ray. 
 
 And summer, with its brilliant beams. 
 
 Gives way to autumn's reign ; 
 
 And every swelling garner teems 
 
 With heaps of golden grain. 
 
 So childhood, like the spring, retires. 
 
 That nobler youth may rise ; 
 And youth to riper age aspires 
 
 And yearns for Paradise. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 13 
 
 So life rolls on ; each precious hour 
 
 Swells with the life to be, 
 And ripening years prepare the dower 
 
 Of immortality. 
 
 Leave the glad memories of the past, 
 
 To holier calls respond ; 
 Upward with joyful vigor haste, 
 
 The goal is still beyond. 
 
 Passed is the limit that divides 
 
 Childhootl from ripening life ; 
 Go, see what work thy hand abides, 
 
 And dare the noble strife. 
 
 God be thy guide, — His sheltering hand 
 
 Direct and guard thy w^ay ; 
 So shall life's promises expand 
 
 In fair, immortal day. 
 
 October 18, 1856. 
 
 oo>0<0« 
 
 TO FRANK, ON" HIS TWENTY-FIRST 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 SEPTEMBER 5, 1857. 
 
 SO ! be a man and gird thy soul 
 To life's exalted aims ! 
 The world awaits thee ; go and meet 
 Its just and lofty claims. 
 
 Temptation round thy bark will roar; 
 
 Stem its o'erwhelming tide. 
 Breast all its waves with manly force, 
 
 And in God's strength abide. 
 
14 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 God calls the workman to his toil ; 
 
 Go with strong arm and free, 
 To do His bidding, and await 
 
 Life's opening destiny. 
 
 As springs the oak, with budding hope, 
 
 From the small acorn riven, 
 Spreads far and wide its sheltering boughs, 
 
 And lifts its head to heaven, — 
 
 So from this starting point of life 
 
 Pursue thy widening way. 
 Blessing and blest, till time shall bring 
 
 The light of endless day. 
 
 EWING AT TWENTY-ONE. 
 
 LAUNCHED safely on life's sunny main, 
 With morn's bright promise round thee spread, 
 Live nobly, that earth's waiting train 
 May pour their blessings on thy head. 
 
 What e'er the voice of duty claims, 
 
 Go forth, thy destiny to meet ; 
 Let tireless hope and lofty aims 
 
 Make darkness light and labor sweet. 
 
 Sow goodly seed in every field. 
 
 From every field rich harvests bring ; 
 
 None is too poor some fruit to yield, 
 Let ripening glory crown life's spring. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 15 
 
 So o'er thee — for love cannot tire — 
 God's covenant grace shall still abide, 
 
 Like Israel's pillared cloud and fire, — 
 By day, thy light ; by night, thy guide. 
 
 And when, like autumn's withered leaves, 
 The proud, the base, unnoticed, fall. 
 
 Thy deeds shall be like garnered sheaves, 
 And God shall bind and keep them all. 
 
 oXKc 
 
 TO MY WIFE AT FIFTY. 
 
 "T^ IS fifty years, — God bless her, 
 
 J- A little more, perhaps ; 
 When the heart is good and loving. 
 
 How fast the years elapse. 
 We count time, not by pulse-beats. 
 
 Or wrinkles on the brow, 
 But by love's broad, lighted circle, — 
 
 An ever-lingering Now. 
 
 I spoke of wrinkles — did I ? 
 
 Oh, no, the loving lines 
 Drawn round the earth, like girdles, 
 
 Have here impressed their signs ; 
 And if white rose leaves sprinkle 
 
 Their sheen upon her hair. 
 The once bright aul)urn tresses 
 
 A silvery beauty wear. 
 
16 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 I wrote it fifty, — did I ? 
 
 It might be thirty less, — 
 Her young heart has such power 
 
 To care for and to bless ; 
 As sunshine near the evening 
 
 Smiles with a fairer ray, 
 And makes the hour of setting 
 
 The sweetest in the day. 
 
 I might have written twenty, — 
 
 But one that filled her nest 
 Boasts of her thirty summers, 
 
 And a rosebud on her breast ; 
 And one, grave years creep o'er him 
 
 And graver scenes employ, — 
 Now, a young, doting father. 
 
 But her once fair-haired boy ; 
 
 And one, her babe caressing, 
 
 With fond, maternal look ; 
 And one, his life consuming 
 
 O'er legal brief and book ; 
 And two, intently watching 
 
 The shadows cast before, — 
 I might have written twenty, 
 
 But yet it must be more. 
 
 Yes, fifty years, — God bless her, — 
 
 Perhaps a little more ; 
 No matter what the number, 
 
 'T is all a shining store, — 
 As summer wakes new blessings 
 
 With every day that springs ; 
 And every breeze comes wafting 
 
 Fresh fragrance on its wings. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 17 
 
 The days, in love and blessing, 
 
 Like glancing sunbeams sped, 
 Since angels sang, responsive. 
 
 Around her cradle-bed ; 
 They chanted love and promise. 
 
 Not time, or years, to be ; 
 No matter what the number. 
 
 Perhaps 't is fifty-three. 
 
 February 8, 1866. 
 
 OUR GOLDEN WEDDING. 
 
 1834-1884. 
 
 BEHOLD, dear wife, how things have changed, 
 Through sunshine and through showers ; 
 The spring has ripened into fall, 
 The buds have turned to tlowers. 
 
 What long, wide paths our feet have trod, 
 
 Since the far days of old ! 
 But love has changed each woe to good, 
 
 The silver moon to gold. 
 
 These fifty years of wedded love, 
 
 How brief and few they seem ! 
 Swift as a summer-day of joy, 
 
 Eventful as a dream ! 
 
 The babes we fostered long ago. 
 
 And called them " cliildren " then ; 
 The girls are into mothers grown. 
 
 The boys to stalwart men. 
 
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18 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 We launched our bark in sunny youth, 
 The date seems far away ; 
 
 But years have shortened into months, 
 Months into fleeting days. 
 
 Once, like new ships, that ride in port, 
 With canvas all unfurled, 
 
 Successful voyagers, our keel 
 Has sailed half round the world. 
 
 By day God's loving cloud has moved, 
 
 A shelter o'er our head ; 
 And still by night our winding course 
 
 The pillared fire has led. 
 
 Sail on, fair craft, so bravely kept 
 Unharmed by wind or wave ; 
 
 The hand so skilful to direct. 
 Is mighty, too, to save. 
 
 Sail on, sail on, till golden light 
 Shines o'er the distant sea, 
 
 And guides the vessel to its port, 
 Blest immortality. 
 
 September 16, 1884. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 19 
 
 TO CARRIE ON HER FIFTIETH 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 CHILD of my warm affection, 
 Hast thou so stately grown ? 
 And can thy years be fifty, — 
 
 My little one, my own ? 
 Thy love, thy sunny temper, 
 
 Thy sweet and blessed ways 
 Made thee a child of promise 
 In all thy early days. 
 
 The years have passed so swiftly, 
 
 I took no note of time ; 
 Art thou a wife, — a mother ? 
 
 While babes around thee climb ? 
 Art thou, in light and power. 
 
 One of the world's bright rays ? 
 Do thy companions bless thee ; 
 
 And are thy works thy praise ? 
 
 Ah, yes, the years advancing 
 
 Have brought thee joy and giief, 
 As thou to many a weak one 
 
 Hast ministered relief. 
 A blessing to the living, 
 
 A watcher o'er the dead. 
 Heaven weaves its crown of honor, 
 
 A halo round thy head. 
 
20 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 And if thy darling left thee 
 
 To find his home above, 
 Heaven has its many mansions, 
 
 Heaven is the land of love ; 
 Trial may prove a blessing. 
 
 O heart, be still and brave. 
 Wait for the great revealing, — 
 
 God takes but what He gave. 
 
 As from the eastern glory 
 
 The morning sun ascends. 
 And in a fairer radiance 
 
 His western journey ends, — 
 So from the sweet beginnings, 
 
 A brighter noon shall grow, 
 And Heaven shall crown thy fifties 
 
 With its immortal glow. 
 
 August 19, 1893. 
 
 o-i^c 
 
 MY WIFE, TO A FRIEND WHO WOULD 
 GUESS HER AGE. 
 
 OH, no, my friend, you blunder there. 
 Your guess is far from true ; 
 She has grown dearer many a year, 
 But not yet " sixty-two." 
 
 Time's careless fingers o'er her head 
 Have dropped the crystal dew, — 
 
 The pearls flow down in silver gloss ; 
 But she 's not " sixty-two." 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 21 
 
 You think she 'd seen so much of life, 
 
 Alike the old and new, 
 She must be quite advanced, perhaps, — 
 
 Well, far from " sixty-two." 
 
 You might have guessed more wisely, friend, 
 
 Had you a better clew ; 
 You judge her by her wisdom ? — Well, 
 
 She is not " sixty-two." 
 
 Her cheerful face, her bonny curls. 
 
 Her heart so warm and true, — 
 Tell tales of years of joy and love ; 
 
 But she 's not " sixty-two." 
 
 For years, home's sunny bowers more bright 
 
 With clustering offshoots grew, 
 And other bowers have reared their young ; 
 
 But she 's not " sixty-two." 
 
 Diminish it by four, I pray ; 
 
 Her sky, still bright and blue, 
 Bends, loving, round her youthful head ; 
 
 Yet she 's not " sixty-two.' 
 
 The silvery brown that crowns her brow 
 
 Suggests, " Serenely wait, 
 And sometime, on some pleasant morn. 
 
 She '11 wake, just fifty-eight." 
 
 Febbuart, 1871. 
 
22 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 OUR FIFTY-NINTH MARRIAGE 
 ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 NOT gifts of gold or costly gems, 
 But that which is all price above. 
 The festal marriage-day provides, — 
 Mercies to cheer and hearts to love. 
 
 How many sunny years have passed ! 
 
 And each has left its radiant line ; 
 The fifty long ago were told, 
 
 And now, behold, 't is fifty-nine. 
 
 God of the loving, God of love. 
 
 Whose favor blessed the earlier days, 
 
 Shine on the years that yet remain, 
 While silver hairs proclaim thy praise. 
 
 September 16, 1893. 
 
 l>J<«o 
 
 SIXTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF OUR 
 WEDDING. 
 
 TO MY WIFE, SEPTEMBER 16, 1834-1894. 
 
 SIXTY benignant years. 
 With all their joys and tears, 
 Have rolled by. 
 Since we, made one for life. 
 Were wedded, man and wife.. 
 You and I. 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 23 
 
 The blest dcays we have seen, 
 The lands where we have been, 
 
 You and I, 
 Will linger on the brain, 
 Like some sweet song's refrain, 
 
 Till we die. 
 
 The friends our hearts have loved, 
 Whose love our hearts have proved, 
 
 Yours and mine, — 
 Some are our solace yet ; 
 Some, like bright suns, now set. 
 
 Still they shine. 
 
 The years and ages pass. 
 Like shadows o'er the grass, — 
 
 Love endures ; 
 Plants of immortal root 
 Cluster immortal fruit, 
 
 Ours-and-yours. 
 
 TO MARY REED (FRANK'S WIFE), AT FIFTY. 
 
 FEBRUARY 9, 18i3-lS93. 
 
 SO swiftly the years on their axles have rolled, 
 The scenes they have brought us seem only a 
 dream, — 
 Like shooting stars, crossing the ocean of blue, 
 Or bubbles of air floatinfr down on the stream. 
 
24 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 When roused from our dreaming, we find 't is all real, 
 The months, in their tlight, have rolled up into years, 
 
 With shadows and brightness, with sorrows and joys, 
 The glow of their hopes, and their faith, and their 
 tears. 
 
 Our birthdays, like milestones, are stationed to tell 
 How rapid the pace, and how far off the start ; 
 
 We note them, we count them; but what are the 
 years, 
 If only young love lingers warm in the heart ? 
 
 Methinks Father Time, in his hurry, forgot. 
 
 And marked on his tally more years than have sped ; 
 
 No blush of the red rose has paled from your cheek. 
 No petal of white fluttered down on your head. 
 
 By sickness and weakness, bereavement and pain. 
 Like flowers by the tempest your heart has been 
 bowed ; 
 But Love has provided more gladness than gloom. 
 More mercy than judgment, more sunshine than 
 cloud. 
 
 What mercy and goodness have gleamed through your 
 years ! 
 
 How lovely, how swiftly the fifty have passed ! 
 With glow of the sunset, and glory, and peace, 
 
 May fifty be added, — the crown of the last. 
 
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 TO MY BELOVED WIFE, AT SEVENTY. 
 
 THREESCORE and ten ! the blushing spring 
 Has changed to autumn's brown ; 
 The glossy head, for auburn curls, 
 Now wears a silver crown. 
 
 Fair day of life, so rich in good ! 
 
 So seldom tempest-tossed ! 
 How joy and love have filled the space 
 
 Between the bloom and frost ! 
 
 And thou half round the globe hast trod ; 
 
 Hast traced, from distant seas. 
 The northern crown and southern cross, 
 
 And felt the tropic breeze. 
 
 Thy children, held in honor, stand, 
 
 Known in the world's highways ; 
 Thy husband, too, — and he, with theirs, 
 
 This loving tribute pays. 
 
 And all thy steps, divinely planned, 
 
 God's loving care has led ; 
 And countless blessings has His hand, 
 
 Like spring-flowers, round thee shed. 
 
 Threescore and ten ! the limit reached 
 
 That human years may fill, — 
 God's covenant love, God's promised grace 
 
 Will shield and guide thee still. 
 
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 And life's long path, through sun and storm, 
 Blest boon to mortals given, — 
 
 Or smooth, or rough, at last shall prove 
 One long, sweet path to heaven. 
 
 Davenport, Iowa. 
 
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 TO MY WIFE ON HER SEVENTY-FIFTH 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 KETROSPECTIVE PICTURES. 
 
 A FAIRY girl, with wavy curls ; 
 Her trade in books and pen. 
 Like one who scatters lovely pearls ; 
 Her sunny years, — just ten. 
 
 Another figure, stately grown, — 
 What changes time has wrought ! 
 
 How swift the sobering years have flown. 
 With noblest purpose fraught ! 
 
 Twice ten, — the scene is changed ; I hear 
 His, " Wilt thou ? " her " I will ; " 
 
 She pledged her faith without a fear, 
 Risking, or good, — or ill. 
 
 Again, thrice ten, — and clinging buds 
 
 In sweet affection twine. 
 Successive, with their tendrils fair 
 
 Around the clustering vine. 
 
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 Four tens, — the happy summit reached, 
 
 Life's harder conliicts done, 
 Her sunny curls with silver streaked, 
 
 Life's golden prizes won. 
 
 Revered and loved, with honor crowned, 
 
 Now with hQX five times ten, 
 In peace and hope she walks and lives, 
 
 Lives, iu her babes, again. 
 
 Sweet eminence, too fair to leave. 
 
 And so she lingers still ; 
 Her cup of good, at six times ten. 
 
 What constant blessings fill ! 
 
 The world is wide ; like Israel's hosts. 
 
 Sheltered and led of God, 
 At seven times ten her favored steps 
 
 Remotest empires trod. 
 
 Five more are added, — years of joy ; 
 
 Walk on, with trusting feet, 
 Till yenTsfull twenty-five shall make 
 
 Thy century complete. 
 
 February 8, 1888. 
 
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 TO MY WIFE ON HER EIGHTIETH 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 This poem divides fourscore years of life into four parts, of 
 one score each. It proceeds on the idea that the first score of a 
 life of eighty years is mainly a period of labor and promise, like 
 spring; the second, of vigorous toil, activity, and growth, like 
 summer; the third, harvest and fruit from the preceding period, 
 like autumn; the fourth, rest and beauty, like winter, which 
 is marked by the rest and crystalline beauty incident to that 
 season. 
 
 First Score. — Speing. 
 
 A SCORE of years ! — as spring matures 
 Its tender bud, and leaf, and bloom, 
 While Time's swift shuttle flies and weaves 
 The loveliest tints in nature's loom, 
 Day after day the picture grows 
 Beneath the weaver's skilful hand, 
 Till the sweet beauty stands complete, 
 Which love conceived and wisdom planned, — 
 So light and shade, and night and day, 
 Blessed the fair flower of human mould. 
 While frame and form, and heart and mind, 
 Hasted like petals to unfold ; 
 What tint and tone of grace they bore, 
 What richest fruits ! 'twas just a score. 
 
 Second Score. — Summer. 
 
 A second score ! — as summer calls 
 The fervent heart and toiling hand 
 To wield the scythe, to bind the sheaf, 
 To answer labor's high demand, 
 
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 No hour is left for aimless play ; 
 
 All the loug day, till evening lowers, 
 
 Life bids to work, its stern behest 
 
 Demands the workman's grandest powers, — 
 
 So in the summer tide of hope 
 
 With ceaseless pains the matron wrought. 
 
 By noble deeds and nobler aims 
 
 Enriching life, inspiring thought. 
 
 What summer growth those labors bore ! 
 
 What ripening fruits ! — life's second score. 
 
 Third Score. — Autumn. 
 
 Threescore ! — how richly autumn bends 
 Beneath her weight of fruit and flowers ! 
 Beauty and plenty glow and meet, 
 Like garlands twined around her bowers ; 
 The heat and drought, the dew and rain, 
 And wearing toil which months record. 
 God notes them all, — no work is lost, 
 And each at last brings large reward. 
 So harvests from thy heart and hand 
 Are heaped along the world's highways ; 
 Children and children's children blend 
 Their voices in thy worthy praise. 
 Thy works, the third, the fruitful score, 
 Are like the autumn's garnered store. 
 
 Fourth Score. — Winter. 
 
 Fourscore ! — how sweet, how fair the scene, 
 When winter spreads, o'er all the earth, 
 Her bridal robe of purest white. 
 Her crystal gems, of heavenly birth ! 
 Peace reigns where all was life and care ; 
 Nature keeps jubilee of rest ; 
 
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 Of all the seasons, each admired, 
 This is the loveliest, the best. 
 So when the vessel nears its port, 
 Its anchor in smooth water cast. 
 With its rich cargo safe at home, 
 It rides the gentle wave at last ; 
 Yet sail along this peaceful shore, 
 I pray, dear wife, another score. 
 
 TO MY WIFE, AT EIGHTY-ONE. 
 
 I'VE known and loved her many a year 
 Since first I called her mme. 
 " How many years ? " I '11 tell you, friend, 
 
 Why, fifty years and nine ; 
 So many years we talked of " ours," 
 And never " mine " and " thine." 
 
 She must be quite advanced, I think, — 
 
 A queen with silver hair. 
 Oh, never mind the months and days ; 
 
 The things that people wear 
 Are all outside ; there 's something else. 
 
 That 's ever young and fair. 
 
 'T is love that makes the joy of life, — 
 Love, the best gift of heaven ; 
 
 A clasp that holds when meaner ties 
 Grow feeble, or are riven ; 
 
 It keeps its circle perfect, hke 
 The Hebrew number " seven." 
 
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 And so the years have trundled on, 
 
 Alike in calm and storm ; 
 Our birdies, iu bright plumage dressed. 
 
 Of comely growth and form, 
 Have lied the nest, — the dear old nest, — 
 
 And still the nest is warm. 
 
 The world is better for the songs 
 
 Thy fairy lips have sung ; 
 And sweeter for the fragrant flowers 
 
 Around thy pathway flung, — 
 God's gift, as true iu silvery age 
 
 As when they called thee " young." 
 
 Queen of my heart, queen of my house, 
 
 Its gladness and its sun. 
 Dear for the thousand things thou art. 
 
 For thousands thou hast done, 
 Blest are the years thy life has spanned. 
 
 Thy fourscore years and one. 
 
 Febbcary 8, 1894. 
 
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 TO MY WIFE ON HER EIGHTY- 
 SECOND BIETHDAY. 
 
 'nr^ IS well to celebrate the days 
 
 -L That mark the flight of years, 
 And, thoughtful, take account of stock, - 
 
 The joys, the hopes, the fears, 
 That crowd the life, or broad or brief. 
 
 Along the curious maze, 
 A precious tribute, each, in turn, 
 
 On Memory's altar lays. 
 
 Thou canst not e'er forget the eve, 
 
 In thy young brilliant life, 
 When, without change of soul or name, 
 
 Thou wast a wedded wife. 
 Forget ? Oh, no ; nor, nobler still. 
 
 The blessings of that other. 
 When infant beauty on thee smiled, 
 
 Saluting thee as mother. 
 
 Refreshing as, in summer's heat. 
 
 Comes to the rose the dew, 
 And gladdening as the perfumed breeze. 
 
 Thy heart so warm and true ; 
 Knitting fresh links of love and bliss. 
 
 An ever-lengthening chain, 
 Thine is the honored sum, to-day. 
 
 Of fourscore years and twain. 
 
 February 8, 1895. 
 
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 III. TENDER PARTINGS. 
 
 ELIZABETH, THE INFANT ANGEL. 
 
 ASCENDED, dearly loved, in life's young bud ; 
 Too fair, too sweet, 'mid earth's rude blasts to stay, 
 Safe in the bosom of thy Father, God, 
 
 Bright, beauteous infant, from thy cumbering clay 
 So soon escaped, its happy heavenward way 
 
 Thy soul hath taken. Like the light of morn, 
 Thou didst shed on us one fair passing ray, 
 
 Then to thy glorious Source, thou, babe, wast borne. 
 
 Dear infant angel, safe in joy and God ! 
 
 Babe of fair promise, child of fondest prayer ! 
 Hail, rescued spirit ! painful is the rod ; 
 
 But never will we mourn that thou art there. 
 Bright gem, we would not tear thee from thy crown, 
 
 Nor bid thy harp, sweet seraph, silent lie ; 
 Stay in thy mansion, infant, still our own. 
 
 Never to grieve again, or fear, or die. 
 
 Short was thy pilgrim path, a sunny hour ; 
 
 Life was to thee too sweet a boon to last. 
 What joy it gave thee, gentle morning flower ! 
 
 How soon the glorious pageant o'er thee passed! 
 Passed ! Yes, from earth, — but fairer life is thine ; 
 
 The vale of death thy little foot hath trod ; 
 And now in life immortal thou dost shine, 
 
 Dear infant, in the paradise of God. 
 
 March 24, 1842. 
 
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 THE JEWEL AND ITS SETTING. 
 
 I HAD a jewel passing rich, 
 Set in its lovely frame ; 
 How on the prize my heart was fixed 
 From the bright day it came ! 
 
 The setting was of choicest skill, 
 
 As fair as fair could be ; 
 And art divine had done its best 
 
 To make it sweet to me. 
 The purple haze of distant hills, 
 
 The evening's golden light, 
 The bending rainbow's painted arch, 
 
 Were, to my eye, less bright. 
 
 The gleaming of the silver sheen 
 
 Across the summer sea ; 
 The grace that winds the clinging vine 
 
 Around the greenwood tree ; 
 The weeping elm, the stately pine ; 
 
 The breath of fragrant flowers ; 
 The broad, blue sky, the landscape green, 
 
 The leafy, sheltering bowers ; 
 The dark line of the circling hills 
 
 Around the horizon's verge ; 
 The blue rim of the far-off sea, 
 
 Where billows toss and surge, — 
 All have their glory ; all, their worth ; 
 
 On each the dazzled eye 
 Loves to look lingeringly, and gaze 
 
 Eaptured and dreamily ; 
 
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 From each the mantle of such prace 
 Seems round its cliarms to fall, — 
 
 The setting of my beauteous gem 
 To me surpassed them all. 
 
 So fair the setting ; fairer yet 
 
 The priceless, sparkling gem. 
 Fit honor for a princely hand, 
 
 Or regal diadem. 
 The jewel made the setting bright, 
 
 Within whose clasp it shone ; 
 'T was for its sake the frame was carved ; 
 
 The chief charm was its own. 
 
 And happy seasons onward passed, 
 
 And mornings went and came; 
 And still the precious jewel there 
 
 Flashed in its precious frame. 
 At last, some sad, sad chance befell, 
 
 Which dashed it to the ground : 
 The precious setting, ruined, fell ; 
 
 The gem was safe and sound. 
 
 My babe was like the jewel rare ; 
 
 The frame, his cherished form ; 
 I pressed it to my throbbing heart, 
 
 Dreading some wasting storm. 
 The storm has spoiled the setting fair. 
 
 But for a season given ; 
 The gem I prized, unharmed, still shines 
 
 Forever safe in heaven. 
 
 Chicago, 1885. 
 
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 IN MEMORY OF MARY WHITE SMITH. 
 
 RANGOON, BURMAH, FEBRUARY 5, 1888. 
 
 I SEE the blessed angels there ; 
 They beckon me away 
 From night and pain, from sin and death, 
 To gladness, light, and day. 
 
 I see them on the shining stairs ; 
 
 What pure white robes they wear' 
 'T will be a heaven of untold bliss 
 
 To dwell forever there. 
 
 I see, I see their shining wings ! 
 
 I hear, I hear them raise. 
 In sweetest tone, in words unknown, 
 
 Their songs of joy and praise ! 
 
 Come, little pilgrim, come away, 
 
 To you such grace is given ; 
 Come, for of children such as thou 
 
 The kingdom is of heaven ! 
 
 She listened; up the shining stairs 
 
 With happy feet she trod, 
 And found, so young, that blessed home, 
 
 The paradise of God. 
 
 February 6, 1878. 
 
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 TWO GARDENS, 
 
 THE HEAVENLY AND THE EARTHLY. 
 
 TWO gardens, flourishing and bright, 
 Kept by one gardener's care, 
 Smiled in the sweet and sunny light. 
 And breathed with perfumed air. 
 
 One stood, all bathed in heavenly joy, 
 
 As if in early spring 
 An angel, clad in rainbow dyes. 
 
 Shook beauty from his wing. 
 
 No frost the unfolding petals knew. 
 
 No blight on bud or bloom ; 
 No lowering cloud, no chilling dew. 
 
 No emblem of the tomb. 
 
 And one, o'er every fragrant bed 
 
 A chastened sadness lay. 
 As when the evening shadows close 
 
 Around a summer's day. 
 
 Lily and rose and violet smiled, 
 
 Fair as a glorious gem ; 
 But rose and lily, doomed to fade. 
 
 Sat on a fragile stem. 
 
 In one, a plant of beauty blessed 
 
 A sweet sequestered bower, 
 Breathed fragrance where its bloom was nursed, 
 
 And grew, a matchless flower. 
 
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 The gardener saw its peerless charms, 
 And chose a flower so rare 
 
 To grace his other garden-bed 
 And so removed it there. 
 
 And now where angels walk in white, 
 A land of cloudless skies, 
 
 The gathered lily fitly blooms, — 
 A flower of Paradise. 
 
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 IV. REUNIONS. 
 
 SALLIE'S HOME. 
 
 THIS is my home, — my fair, bright home, 
 The home of peace, and hope and love ; 
 The green fields wide expand below, 
 
 And heaven's blue arch bends sweet above. 
 
 Light sifts among the quivering leaves. 
 Like angels floating from the sky ; 
 
 And twittering birds around the eaves 
 Wliisper of unseen homes on high. 
 
 Mine are the windows where the sun 
 Pours his fair light in golden streams, 
 
 And morn and eve and glowing noon 
 Are gladdened by his healing beams. 
 
 Mine are the rooms, for rest and love, 
 For patience, work, and worldly care ; 
 
 For books, and friends, and widening thought. 
 For tranquil joy, and holy prayer. 
 
 Mine is the landscape, rich and rare, — 
 Beyond the wealth of Sheba's queen ; 
 
 The pleasant homes, the clustering vines. 
 The long cathedral aisles of green. 
 
 Mine, through His love whose reverend head 
 Is pillowed on the Saviour's breast ; 
 
 Mine, through His grace whose promise bids 
 The widowed heart on Him to rest. 
 
40 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Mine, — yet not mine ; for all is God's, 
 Myself and all I call my own. 
 
 I bow, submissive to His will ; 
 
 I kneel, a supplicant, at His throne. 
 
 Mine, — yet not mine ; and He is mine, 
 On Him I lean, on Him I call, 
 
 Eejoiced, were all my comforts lied, 
 To find in Him my all in all. 
 
 Bridgeport, Conn., May 24, 1891. 
 
 AT THE OLD HEARTHSTONE AGAIN. 
 
 SEPTEMBER 16, 1876. 
 
 ONCE, on a bright and happy night, 
 At the full moon in September, 
 A fair young girl, in brilliant curls, — 
 
 Long ago, but we remember, — 
 She pledged her loving heart and hand, 
 
 In the joy of opening life, 
 Thenceforth to be, or weal or woe, 
 A fond and faithful wife. 
 
 And so two souls, like mingling drops, 
 
 Began their course together, 
 Making one life, — like rainbow hues 
 
 Blended in showery weather. 
 A day, a happy moon, a year, 
 
 The tide of time rolled on ; 
 Days, weeks and moons, — oh, who can tell 
 
 Where the glad year has gone ? 
 
FAMILY PICTURES. 41 
 
 One day within tlie liappy nest 
 
 Another life was breathing : 
 Three souls — not two — in union new, 
 
 Young buds of joy were wreatliing ; 
 Two Marys made the mansion bright, — 
 
 Two Marys, great and small ; 
 And one high shadowing arm of love 
 
 Embraced and gladdened all. 
 
 Yet more, as sped the rolling years, 
 
 Like dewdrops of the morning, 
 The un warlike infantry advanced, — 
 
 Married life's best adorning ; 
 And joy and promise, hope and love. 
 
 Illumed with shining ray. 
 As sunbeams glittering on the sea, 
 
 Life's varied, cheerful day. 
 
 At last, when the young curling locks 
 
 White rose-leaves came to sprinkle. 
 And near the corner of the eyes 
 
 Appeared just one small wrinkle, 
 Six youths and maidens stood within 
 
 Those loving arms, caressing, 
 These prizing wliat those joyed to give, 
 
 The sire's and mother's blessing. 
 
 And who are these ? How swift old Time 
 
 Works the most wondrous changes ! 
 How the arithmetic of youth 
 
 That slippery elf deranges ! 
 The six are twelve ; the twelve, — ah me ! — 
 
 Eleven more, sweet mother. 
 To these add HIM and HER ; and, please, 
 
 The NINETY makes one other. 
 
42 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 'T was only two, in earliest years ; 
 
 Then Mary made it three ; 
 One wore, long since, the shining robes 
 
 Of immortality. 
 My head is puzzled o'er the count ; 
 
 My brain is in a fix ! 
 'T was two, 't was three, 't was four — and now 
 
 They say it 's twenty-six. 
 
 One Mary once, — now Mary 's five ; 
 
 One Anna, — now two more ; 
 One S. F. S., — now three ; two Sa.'s, 
 
 And babies, half a score. 
 Of lawyers, two ; of preachers, four ; 
 
 Of presidents, a pair. 
 What wonders, in the land of dreams ! 
 
 On earth, what wonders rare ! 
 
 So here, to-day, in grateful love. 
 
 One precious band, we mingle ; 
 Each for the others bound to live. 
 
 No heart, no interest, single. 
 Some keep and bless the early home ; 
 
 Some watch where day beams wake ; 
 And some where gorgeous evening dies, — 
 
 All for each other's sake. 
 
 God keep the little circle whole 
 
 For years, the jewels brightening : 
 Each joy, through Him, made richer joy, 
 
 Each grief. He, for all, lightening ; 
 Till, in some happy chme rejoined, — 
 
 Eejoined, no more to sever. 
 We meet, and weep, and sing, and praise, 
 
 And love, — love on, forever. 
 
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 SOCIAL AMENITIES. 
 
 KIND GREETINGS. 
 
 THE FEIENDSHIPS WE FORMED. 
 
 HARVARD CLASS OF '29. 
 
 THE friendships we formed when life was still 
 young ; 
 The sports that we joined in, the songs we then 
 
 sung, — 
 How oft from the chambers of memory they well, 
 Like the echo of waves in the beautiful shell. 
 The griefs we have met on the pathway of life, 
 The conquests won bravely amid the stern strife. 
 The light and the shadow, the joy and the woe, — 
 Form, like sunshine and raindrop, the radiant bow 
 That rests on the brow of the storms that are o'er, 
 That lights up the wave where it breaks on the 
 
 shore. 
 That fades like the fair hues of hopes that are riven, 
 But sails, as it fades, thro' the blue arch of heaven. 
 The garlands we wove on the foretop of Time, 
 Tho' robbed of the freshness they wore in our prime ; 
 The castles we built, so lofty and fair, 
 Tho' crumbled to dust, or vanished in air ; 
 The barks we once freighted, with hearts beating 
 
 high. 
 And launched on the sea without tremor or sigh, 
 
44 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Tho' sunk in the ocean or dashed on the reef, 
 
 The more grand their career, the more sad and more 
 
 brief ; 
 Tho' the plants we have loved to angels are given. 
 Having climbed o'er the wall, and are blooming in 
 
 heaven, — 
 Still this chain of our love does not weaken with 
 
 years, 
 Nor wear with the friction of toil and of tears ; 
 Nor crumble in dust, nor vanish like breath ; 
 Nor chill with the darkness, and shadow of death ; 
 Nor perish in shipwreck, nor waste in the tomb, — 
 A thing to be lost in earth's gathermg gloom. 
 Tho' Time's jealous fingers make all thmgs decay, 
 We brighten its links as the years pass away ; 
 We fastened the lock in our youth and our glee. 
 Then wandered abroad and have lost the sole key. 
 But the heart-clasp unites so firmly the chain 
 That 't is welded by time, and must ever remain. 
 
 January 6, 1859. 
 
 TO A YOUNG FKIEND AT TWENTY-ONE.i 
 
 LIKE a swift racer, clear the lines 
 That cross thy life's unfoldmg plan, 
 And leave the plays that please the child, 
 For toils that dignify the man. 
 
 The world before thee waits thy choice ; 
 
 The coming years to thee belong. 
 With stern ambition climb the heights ; 
 
 Let hardships only make thee strong. 
 
 1 Charles Foster Koby, of Chicago. 1893. 
 
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 Cleave to the good, the pure, the just ; 
 
 Be thy whole life a life of love ; 
 By noble thoughts and lofty aims, 
 
 Thyself to men and God approve. 
 
 Love the dear land that gave thee birth, — 
 
 The land thy fathers died to save ; 
 They, the real nobles of the earth, 
 
 The true, the loyal, and the brave. 
 
 Walk in the footsteps of the wise ; 
 
 Frown on the wrong, the right defend ; 
 Spurn from thy soul all selfish aims ; 
 
 Do thy whole duty till the end. 
 
 So shalt thou leave a fragrant fame ; 
 
 Thy deeds thy monument shall raise ; 
 The world shall bless thy honored name, 
 
 And men unborn shall speak thy praise. 
 
 TO A YOUNG MAIDEN. 
 
 AS blushing tints still mantle o'er the shell 
 Whose tmy owner dwells in it no more ; 
 As frasrant rose-leaves to the traveller tell 
 
 Where nodded in its pride the beauteous flower, - 
 So may thy path through this fair world be strewn 
 
 With sweet remembrances, to rouse and cheer 
 The weary wanderer, gladly forced to own 
 
 Where thou hast trod, a joy still lingers there. 
 
 September 12, 1872. 
 
46 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 EEV. JAMES FEEEMAN CLAEKE'S 70th 
 BIETHDAY CELEBEATION. 
 
 THEEESCOEE and ten ! — the crimson sunlight, 
 waning, 
 Lights up the landscape with intenser glow ; 
 The arch of days — some, bright ; some, dull with 
 raining — 
 Is spanned and clasped with heaven's fair, radiant 
 bow. 
 
 Tlireescore and ten ! — the years consumed in toiling, — 
 Honored and happy, how they fled away ! 
 
 Earth of its woes, and time of stings despoiling, 
 Day ever brightening into fairer day ! 
 
 Threescore and ten ! — how has the infant's prattle 
 Changed to the eloquence of active men ! 
 
 How many, fallen in life's stern storm and battle. 
 Passed on, and crowned, will come no more again ! 
 
 Threescore and ten ! — how fondly memory lingers 
 With friends and voices known and loved so well ! 
 
 And deft with inspiration, Fancy's iingers 
 
 Weave the old histories with their magic spell. 
 
 Threescore and ten ! — yet marked by no decaying. 
 The juicy vine festoons the sunny hill, — 
 
 Its summer foliage, fresh and full, displaying. 
 And clusters ripening on the trellis still. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 47 
 
 Threescore and ten ! — Oh, is it fact, or dreaming ? 
 
 How strangely wrong our judgment is, of men ; 
 In form and feature, strong and youthful seeming, 
 
 We lose the date, and think age young again. 
 
 Threescore and ten ! — the evening shadows lengthen, 
 And whispering winds then- fragrant incense breathe ; 
 
 Faith, hope, and love the pilgrim spirit strengthen. 
 And hands unseen their benedictions wreathe. 
 
 Life mysterious, whose slow unfolding 
 
 Evades the prying of our human ken ! 
 "We trust the future to His wise upholding 
 
 Whose love has watched the threescore years and 
 ten! 
 
 o»ic 
 
 DEACON GEORGE W. CHIPMAN, AT 
 SEVENTY. 
 
 ' '' I ^ IS fitting thus to honor the man of threescore 
 ■1- years and ten. 
 
 Who has fulfilled his mission nobly among the sons 
 of men, — 
 
 Like a warrior, safe returning from a hundred well- 
 fought fields, 
 
 Like a reaper, with his arms full of the sheaves good 
 tillage yields. 
 
 Some silver hairs are creeping, one by one, among the 
 
 brown ; 
 'T is always so when the angels set to weaving glory's 
 
 crown, 
 
48 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Like the great sun in heaven, when it nears the hori- 
 zon's rim ; 
 
 Nor is his natural force abridged, nor his peerless sight 
 grown dim. 
 
 So a tall cathedral pillar, planted firm by ancient 
 
 hands, 
 So a tree amid the forest, braving storm and tempest, 
 
 stands ; 
 So the lighthouse, sending forth its rays across the 
 
 billowy foam. 
 Unmoved while the generations pass, guides many 
 
 a pilgrim home. 
 
 Where are the children he once knew ? Methinkfc; 
 
 the birds are flown, — 
 The lisping girls are matrons; the boys, gray-beard 
 
 men are grown ; 
 The old nests, or others like them, on the old branches 
 
 hang, 
 And the younger broods still warble as the birds of old 
 
 time sang ; 
 And the eye that saw, the voice that led, the heart 
 
 that loved their trill. 
 Though fifty springs have vanished, sees them, leads 
 
 them, loves them, still. 
 How the many earlier reapers from the field of toil 
 
 have passed, 
 And memory round their absent forms has its mantle 
 
 of glory cast ! 
 They passed as the twilight passes into the noontide 
 
 ray. 
 As the morning star is melted in the light of glowing 
 
 day. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 49 
 
 The pastors whom he loved and helped, — some still 
 reap earth's harvests white ; 
 
 Some, glorified, walk with the Lamb on high, in raiment 
 of dazzling light. 
 
 Thank Cfod, as suns at setting shed their glow on each 
 purple hill, 
 
 One orb, that shone at morn and noon, in its bright- 
 ness lingers still. 
 
 A Nestor, in the field he tilled, we cannot think him old ! 
 
 No ice has chilled his tropic heart, no rust forms on 
 the gold. 
 
 His step is yet firm ; his hand is strong ; his mellow 
 
 voice still rings. 
 He speaks, — men listen to his word ; he moves, as if 
 
 with wings. 
 Erect his form, and on his face not a channel left to 
 
 show 
 How the glaciers of olden time slid down mto the 
 
 valleys below. 
 His bright meridian sun, perchance, down towards the 
 
 horizon dips. 
 But sinks behind no shadowing cloud, is hid by no 
 
 eclipse ; 
 As new year follows new year, and day wakens after 
 
 day. 
 Onward, and upward, upward still, it holds its shining 
 
 way ; 
 And setting, like the orbs of night behind the darken- 
 ing w'est. 
 When the hours of noble toil have earned the fitting 
 
 hours of rest. 
 It will set, alone to this lower sphere, but, by a law 
 
 sublime. 
 
 Set only to rise in glorious light in a far brighter 
 
 clime. 
 
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50 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 LYMAN JEWETT, D.D, ON HIS SEVENTY- 
 FIFTH BIKTHDAY. 
 
 HONOEED by all, where'er thy name is heard, 
 Beloved apostle of thy loving Lord, 
 We greet thee gladly on thy festal day, 
 And gladly at thy feet our tribute lay. 
 
 Honored, to sow the seed with toil and tears; 
 Honored, to reap for God the joyful ears ; 
 Honored, to pray the prayer of faith and love ; 
 Honored, to hear the answer from above ; 
 Honored, when wavering faith, advised to yield, 
 Bravely to fight in front, and hold the field, 
 With valiant heart and never-flinchmg eye. 
 Foreseeing Christ enthroned, and victory, — 
 Like soldiers, ere the battle's rage is done, 
 Sending reports of richest trophies won, 
 Of armies slain, and hostile banners furled. 
 Prophetic emblems of a conquered world ; 
 Honored, to bring thy own despatches home, 
 " The battle gained ! The hour of triumph come ! " 
 Honored, to see the idol-temples fall, 
 And ransomed thousands crown the Lord of all ; 
 Honored, in lonely trust, with wearing toils. 
 To heap, at Jesus' feet, uncounted spoils 
 Till " the Lone Star," on heaven's immortal blue, 
 At last, a brilliant constellation grew. 
 
 meek apostle, what rare bliss is thine ! 
 What toils, what triumphs, in thy lot combine ! 
 
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 Wise, to discern the task thy Lord had given ; 
 Faithful, to point the weeping eye to heaven ; 
 Grand, a whole world in arms of love to embrace ; 
 Patient, to fill, and grace, the humblest place ; 
 Waiting, from youth to age, life's mystery. 
 And prompt, unquestioning, Lord, to follow Thee. 
 
 E'en now the light, that fills the world of bliss, 
 Shines o'er the battlements to illumme this ; 
 The crowns, the crowns, almost thy eyes can see, 
 Bought by atoning blood, faith's mystery ! 
 Songs of the ransomed thou canst almost hear, — 
 Their lofty melodies awake thine ear ; 
 And earth, redeemed, the glorious pai'an sings, 
 In mighty measures, to the King of kings. 
 
 Should thy dear life a rounded century see, 
 Thy feet three-fourths have trod towards immor- 
 tality. 
 
 March 8, 1888. 
 
 TO DEACON J. W. CONVERSE, ON HIS 
 EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY. 
 
 HAIL ! friend and brother, on this bright birth- 
 day ! 
 Bright in its thoughts, its memories, hopes, and 
 feeling ; 
 The years have scarcely tinged thy locks with gray, 
 Thy honored age revealing, yet concealing. 
 
52 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 O'er what long, winding ways tliy steps have trod 1 
 What varied cares and trusts, successive pressing, 
 
 Have taught thee, leanmg on the arm of God, 
 The rugged path becomes the path of blessing ! 
 
 What changes to thy wondering eyes have come ! 
 
 A scroll of miracles, slowly unfolding, — 
 Some, grandly understood ; mysterious, some, — 
 
 But one dear Hand above, thy own hand holding. 
 
 And yet, so quick thy step, so lithe thy frame. 
 The tell-tale years seeming so little weighty, 
 
 Thy buoyant, youthful vigor still the same, — 
 It might be but eighteen, instead of eighty. 
 
 Sheltered and guided by that Power above 
 To reverend age, up from the infant's prattle ; 
 
 Living for Christ's dear cause a life of love ; 
 Honored to dare and do in life's great battle. 
 
 'T is thine to bring forth fruit still, even in age, — 
 Thou to whom fruitful years have long been granted. 
 
 Like trees, still verdant 'mid the winter's rage. 
 Like the rich palms in God's own garden planted. 
 
 The years roll on ; so from the mountain-thread 
 Swells and expands the deepening, widening river ; 
 
 So life grows onward from its infant seed. 
 Broadening, prophetic of the grand forever. 
 
 Long may thy well-strung bow in strength abide ; 
 
 And far the day, thou to whom much is given, 
 Ere the celestial gates shall open wide 
 
 To add to all the crown of life in heaven. 
 
 January 11, 1888. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 53 
 
 A GOLDEN WEDDING SONG. 
 
 REV. AND MRS. W. C. RICHARDS, 1841. 
 
 BLEST are these years of wedded love, — 
 Gifts which attest God's loving hand, 
 Bright years in all their varied course, 
 Like streams that ghde o'er golden sand. 
 
 These fifty years, — so long, so short. 
 Ten thousand blessings in their train, 
 
 Fraught with unnumbered passing joys, — 
 Well might we live them o'er again ! 
 
 The wedding song of love we sung, — 
 To-day revives the sweet refrain ; 
 
 Love is undying in its source ; 
 
 Bridegroom and bride, we live again. 
 
 And who are these in stalwart frame ; 
 
 And these arrayed in sunny curls ? 
 " Our children, and their children fair, — 
 
 Pledges of love, our boys and girls." 
 
 How blest the way thy feet have trod, 
 Brother, to whom the trust was given ; 
 
 To feed the happy flock of God, 
 
 And guide the wanderer's steps to heaven. 
 
 Nor this alone ; the world to thee, 
 
 Has opened all its secret heart, 
 And taught her wonders to explore, — 
 
 A miracle in every part. 
 
54 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Happy the pair whose gracious lives 
 In long enduring love combine ; 
 
 His, the firm trellis for support, 
 
 And hers, the sweet and clustering vine. 
 
 The fire by night, the cloud by day. 
 Guided and kept the loving twain ; 
 
 And storms that swept the desert path 
 Fell round their tent like gentle rain. 
 
 Long may the bow abide in strength ! 
 
 Oh, linger long thy peaceful days ; 
 Let life be one long wedding feast. 
 
 And its whole course, a psalm of praise ! 
 
 Sing on, sweet singer, while the years 
 Add to thy honors and thy fame ; 
 
 Till heaven, on some far distant day, 
 Bids to the wedding of the Lamb. 
 
 »cij*;o« — 
 
 A GOLDEN WEDDING. 
 
 DR. AND MRS. J. W. PARKER. 
 
 FIFTY full years ! — how fair and grand the record ! 
 Fifty full years ! with every virtue rife ; 
 Sweetly and sacredly bound to each other, 
 A faithful husband and a faithful wife ! 
 
 Bound to each otlier in devout affection. 
 Witnessed by loving lives and loving word ; 
 
 Made nobly one by heaven's divine selection, — 
 One in each other, one in Christ their Lord ! 
 
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 Bound to each other, whether joy or sorrow, 
 
 Sickness or health, prevailed, sunshine or shade ; 
 
 Skilful from good or ill some boon to borrow, 
 Each on the other's arm, both on God stayed. 
 
 Dear herald of the everlasting gospel ! 
 
 Filled with the grateful memories of the past, 
 Thanks that thy other self, like God's fair angel, 
 
 Is spared to hover round thee to the last. 
 
 The last ! Oh, no, earth's last is heaven's beginning ! 
 
 Earth's ties, dissevered, are but joined above ; 
 Earth's service changed to service without sinning. 
 
 And earth's imperfect, to heaven's perfect love. 
 
 Ye have walked nobly through these earthly shadows, 
 As years to years were added, sun by sun. 
 
 Weaving the threads of life, or dark or shining, 
 Still one in heart, — in love and purpose one. 
 
 God's choicest blessings o'er your heads will hover. 
 Till the brave warrior wears the conqueror's crown. 
 
 Till the tired reaper in the gathering evening, 
 Eeleased from toil, shall lay the sickle down. 
 
 Then shall earth's fifty years, at heaven's bright portal. 
 No more a symbol, marred by life's dull fever, 
 
 Expanding, change into the joy immortal. 
 Arid souls, now one on earth, be one forever. 
 
56 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 MRS. JOSEPH W. PARKER, LOS ANGELES, CAL, 
 ON HER EIGHTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY. 
 
 DID I hear you say, " 'T is eighty " ? 
 Methinks it cannot be ; 
 I see no frosts nor snowflakes 
 
 Gathered on the sunny tree ; 
 There are only white-browed pansies, 
 
 Not a snowdrift to be found. 
 Oh, the snows are all white rose-leaves 
 Which flutter o'er the ground ! 
 
 Did you tell me, " Eighty spring-tides, 
 
 With their tender buds, have passed," 
 And how you watch expectant, 
 
 The fading of the last ? 
 I only see the blossoms, 
 
 And hear the sweet birds sing, 
 Prophetic of the beauty 
 
 Of the immortal spring. 
 
 Do you whisper, " Eighty summers 
 
 With their grace and glow have fled " ? 
 Do you mourn the early blossoms. 
 
 Now sleeping with the dead ? 
 'T is but a mortal counting. 
 
 That dotes on tide and clime ; 
 Your youthful heart is weaving 
 
 Summer garlands all the time. 
 
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 Do you tell me, " Ei^'hty autumns 
 
 Have heaped their harvests in, 
 And the wintry winds conic, blowing, 
 
 Where the waving crops have been " ? 
 You are reaping, gentle lady, 
 
 Richest harvests, day by day ; 
 The fruits of your briglit seed-time 
 
 Ever press your pilgrim way. 
 
 As the glad sun approaches, 
 
 And all the stars grow dim, 
 The fringe of coming glory 
 
 Lights up the horizon's rim ; 
 And the dear Hand that guided. 
 
 Till the tale became fourscore, 
 Never weary, never fainting. 
 
 Will be sure forevermore. 
 
 Yes, 't is eighty, — truly, eighty ! 
 
 How swiftly the seasons glide ! 
 'T is eighty, — more than eighty, — 
 
 And three happy years beside ! 
 Why should we wish them fewer, — 
 
 The years that God has given ? 
 The more the finished years of earth, 
 
 The nearer, rest and heaven. 
 
 Janitart, 1893. 
 
58 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 GEOEGE C. L0EIMEE.1 
 
 BEOTHEE and friend, with joy we meet 
 Thy welcome form at home again ; 
 With joy thy honored face we greet, 
 Like the glad rainbow after rain. 
 
 Not as a stranger in the fold. 
 Not as a hireling for the flock. 
 
 Thy well known call sounds as of old ; 
 The ancient key just fits the lock. 
 
 Come as a soldier from the field. 
 
 From battles fought and victories won, — 
 
 Thy old commission newly sealed, 
 A fresh and grand campaign begun. 
 
 Come 'neath the banner of the Cross ; 
 
 The Prince of life shall lead the way, 
 Marshal the troops, or gain or loss, 
 
 His Arm, resistless, wins the day. 
 
 So, in the tide of ripening life, 
 
 The warrior yearns to tread again. 
 
 And bless, the fields of mortal strife, — 
 The peaceful bivouac of the slain. 
 
 We know thee well ; our throbbing hearts 
 In ardent love respond to thine, — 
 
 The new love, like the former, starts 
 From the one Eoot of Life Divine. 
 
 At Reception on his return to Tremont Temple, May 28, 1891. 
 
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 Thy star will sufrer do eclipse, 
 
 If God thy burning words inspire ; 
 We trust iu Him to touch thy lips, 
 
 Dear prophet, with His hallowed fire. 
 
 March on, march on, triumphant band, 
 
 Obedient to your Leader's call ! 
 Wave the red banner o'er the land. 
 
 And crown the Saviour Lord of all ! 
 
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 ADONIRAM JUDSON GORDON.^ 
 
 ON THE TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS PASTORATE 
 AT CLARENDON ST., BOSTON, DECEJIBER, 26 1894. 
 
 SHEPHERD and Heavenly Friend, 
 Almighty to defend 
 Thy little flock, 
 In verdant pastures fed, 
 To living waters led. 
 We cling to Thee our Head. 
 Our sheltering Rock. 
 
 Our shepherd heeds Thy voice, — 
 The shepherd of our choice. 
 
 The proved, the tried ; 
 Strong to obey Thy will, 
 Thy service to fulfil, 
 Our loving shepherd still, 
 
 Our friend, our guide. 
 
 1 Dr. Gordon ilieil on Saturday, February 2, 1895 (after a brief 
 illness), universally esteemed and honored, representatives of other 
 church organizations, and many religious and benevolent associations, 
 joining iu a tribute to liis memory and character. 
 
60 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Kept near Thy gracious side, 
 Long may his arm abide, 
 
 Strong in Thy miglit ; 
 Speak through his lips that word 
 Wliich listening chaos heard, 
 And all its depths were stirred, 
 
 " Let there be light." 
 
 Head of the Church, to Thee 
 Immortal glory be, — 
 
 We wait Thy word ! 
 Thy glorious kingdom bring, 
 Bid heaven's great anthem ring ; 
 Christ, Thou of kings art King, 
 
 Of lords art Lord ! 
 
 Decbmbeb 12, 1894. 
 
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 IN MEMORY AND CONDOLENCE. 
 
 WILLIAM HAGUE, D.D. 
 
 WE emulate the path thy feet have trod, 
 Brother, beloved of men, approved of God ; 
 Thou of the brilliant speech and silver tongue, 
 On thy dear lips have wondering thousands hung. 
 Preacher and pastor, — faithful, polished, mild, 
 A man in stature, and in love, a child, 
 Whose look was eloquence, his words, a power, 
 His life a magic force, his faith, a tower, 
 His memory vast, an unexhausted store, 
 His soul, a volume of historic lore ; 
 Man of the people, whom he swayed at will, 
 Man of the study and the polished quill, — 
 All good he praised ; he pitied where he scorned, 
 And wise, as just, whate'er he touched, adorned. 
 Skilful expounder of the sacred word. 
 Quick to discern, prompt to reveal his Lord, 
 Profound in thought, wise to observe the times. 
 His mind, capacious, could embrace all climes, 
 Lived in all ages, took in land and sea, 
 The past, the present, and the yet-to-be ; 
 His fervent heart no years could make grow cold, 
 And age, advancing, never made him old. 
 To the old standards of the Gospel true. 
 Nor spurned the old, nor pined for doctrines new ; 
 Maintained the ancient truth with courage bold, — 
 That truth, forever new, forever old ; 
 And as he died, — heeding the Master's call, — 
 Pronounced that truth enougli for him, fur all. 
 
62 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 How nobly fitting was the parting hour : 
 
 One pulse, the bud, — the next, the full-blown flower ; 
 
 One instant, here, — the next, beyond the skies ; 
 
 Now, earth's high noon,— now, noon in Paradise. 
 
 This moment, bound by human woes and bars. 
 
 The next, in peerless light, beyond the stars ; 
 
 From earth's high summer snatched, and blooming 
 
 bowers. 
 To heaven's immortal glow and fadeless flowers ; 
 Now, on the threshold of the temple here, 
 Now, bowed before its inmost altar there ; 
 With what strange joy the conqueror upward rode, 
 To worship, reverent, at the throne of God ! 
 
 Ascended brother, may the mantle blest. 
 
 That fell from thee, on many a prophet rest ; 
 
 Thy trumpet voice still sound the loud alarm. 
 
 Thy magic notes linger, to rouse and charm. 
 
 And, Heaven's high heralds. Heaven's high service done, 
 
 Achieve the honors, brother, thou hast won. 
 
 September 26, 1887. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 63 
 
 GARDNEE COLBY. 
 
 The Legislature of Maine changed the title of Waterville College 
 to that of Colby University, January 23d, 1867, in honor of Gardner 
 Colby, of Ne\vton, Massachusetts, who ct)ntributed 850,000 towards its 
 endowment, and afterwards increased the amount by a bequest of 
 $120,000. 
 
 PASSED from our sight, but grandly living still, — 
 As glows the light behind the western hill 
 When towering summits hide the vanished sun, 
 And the long course of weary day is run ; 
 The disk concealed, the brightness backward turns, — 
 For other lands the same full radiance burns. 
 A noble life, cut off, still journeys on, — 
 A trail of light behind it, — when 't is gone, — 
 And life before, — a faithful life's reward, — 
 A joy to earth, — and ever with the Lord ! 
 
 We hail thee, brother, favored now to see. 
 
 Unveiled at last, life's doubt and mystery : 
 
 What fields thy works have blessed ; what conquests, 
 
 won, 
 Attest the worthy deeds thy hands have done ; 
 What hungry mouths thy willing love has fed ; 
 What souls enjoyed, through thee, the living Bread; 
 To what rich seeds thy life has given wings, — 
 Sheaves for the garner of tlie King of kings ; 
 What halls of learning, fostered by thy care, 
 Have nurtured men whose lips are trained to bear 
 To nations bom, and nations yet to be. 
 Tidings of life and immortality. 
 
64 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Dost thou, from heaven, the honest praise disclaim. 
 Caring no more for earth or earthly fame ? 
 Not for thyself we weave these honored bays, 
 Yet for thyself, and for the Saviour's praise. 
 All that was great in thee, we cherish still. 
 All that accorded with the Master's will ; 
 Thousands the lessons of thy life shall read, — 
 The kind in word ; the generous in deed ; 
 The ready, helpful hand ; the open heart ; 
 The soul to feel ; the tender tear to start ; 
 The wealth of hand and brain to yield supply 
 To every worthy work, or low, or high, 
 Accounting nothing small which God deems great. 
 So prompt to act, so patient, too, to wait. 
 Holding of right with men an honored seat. 
 But laying all things at the Master's feet. 
 
 Long will his memory live in many a land, 
 Long the foundations which he planted stand ; 
 And grateful thousands shall with glad acclaim 
 Breathe from full hearts their blessings on his name. 
 
 We leave thee, brother, and our way pursue. 
 Patient to bear, and prompt, like thee, to do ; 
 Be ours, like thine, through grace the victory won, 
 And ours, like thine, the Master's glad "Well done ! " 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 65 
 
 REV. ISAAC BACKUS, 
 
 ON UNVEILING A MONUMENT TO HIS MEMORY. 
 
 SACRED the ground we tread, — 
 Where sleep the pious dead, 
 Supremely blest ; 
 Their honored course is run, 
 The crown of victory won, 
 Bright as the glorious sun, 
 In Christ they rest. 
 
 Blest be the man of God 
 Who once these pathways trod 
 
 In Christ's own way ; 
 His faith as noontide clear, 
 He sought in holy fear 
 The Master's voice to hear, 
 
 And, glad, obey. 
 
 Here in this solemn shade 
 (Tribute too long delayed), 
 
 This shrine we rear ; 
 And carve his reverend name, 
 Worthy immortal fame; — 
 His holy labors claim 
 
 Such record here. 
 
 Mark well each lowly grave 
 Where rest the true and brave. 
 
 Till morn shall break ; 
 Peaceful in Cln-ist they sleep, 
 Heaven will their memory keep. 
 Till from their slumbers deep, 
 
 Joyful, they wake. 
 
 Mabcb 10, 1893. 
 
66 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 A LOVING BEQUEST. 
 
 On the unveiling of a portrait of a lady who devised funds for 
 building a church at Mattapan, Massachusetts. 
 
 LIVING, she loved the house of prayer ; 
 Loving, she lived to plant it here, 
 And left what love could well afford, 
 A noble offering to her Lord. 
 
 No better monument could tell 
 What her heart loved, and loved so well, — 
 Such holy love breathed in her breath, 
 Lived in her life, survived her death. 
 
 Though marble piles in dust decay. 
 
 And human glory melts away, 
 
 Her gift abides in sins forgiven, 
 
 In souls redeemed, and heirs of heaven. 
 
 Blessings be on this favored spot, — 
 No act of love shall be forgot ; 
 And Christ's approving word shall be. 
 She, what she could, has done for me. 
 
 May 8, 1889. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 67 
 
 MARY POND. 
 
 On a tomb at Dresden, I read these words : " Fell asleep, Septem- 
 ber 18, 1874." 
 
 YES, " fell asleep," — but sleep implies two wakings 
 One in the weary past, one, yet to be ; 
 One in this life of labor and heart-breakings. 
 One in the bliss of immortality. 
 
 Yes, "fell asleep," — tired watch no longer keeping. 
 With ever restless hands and busy brain ; 
 
 All sorrow past, — no grief, no sigh, no weeping. 
 Like a sweet summer evening, after rain. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — no more with dim surmising. 
 Questioning what may l)e the life to come ; 
 
 She feels, in the freed spirit's glad uprising, 
 Joy, peace, rest, grandeur, glory, heaven, home. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — we watch for her low breathing, 
 Like fragrant night-winds Hoating gently by ; 
 
 Like noiseless clouds of incense, upward wreathing. 
 Her spirit, silent, points us to the sky. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — the touch of those dear fingers 
 
 Created life and beauty where it fell ; 
 Around her cherished works her spirit lingers, 
 
 Like strains of music o'er the quivering shell. 
 
68 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — so early quenched life's fever, 
 So brilliant promise clouded o'er so soon ; 
 
 Faith, be thou strong ; God's purpose faileth never ; 
 Earth had the radiant morning ; heaven, the noon. 
 
 Man gathers heaps of ore, a grasping miner. 
 
 Toiling and burdened through the scorching day, 
 
 But sleeps at last ; and God, the great Eefiner, 
 Saves all the gold, and melts the dross away. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — just as the curious kernel 
 Of flower-life hides within the rigid grain ; 
 
 But, with thq warm breath of the season vernal, 
 It waves luxuriant o'er the fields again. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — resting in God's safe keeping. 
 
 So hides the worm within his narrow cell. 
 But bursts his chrysalis, and, heavenward leaping. 
 
 Shining, proclaims that God does all things well. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — rest divine, immortal ! 
 
 Knowing nor pain, nor grief, nor death, nor sin ; 
 Best that conveys the soul to heaven's high portal, 
 
 And bids the weary wanderer enter in. 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — mystery past our knowing ! 
 
 Beyond thick clouds we cannot see the sun ; 
 But patient, trustingly, we wait Heaven's showing, 
 
 'T is God's own hand, — thy will, Lord, be done. 
 
 Dresden, October 7, 1875. 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 69 
 
 BLIND ANNA." 
 
 WE are all like blind men groping in the dark, — 
 we cannot see ; 
 The lives we here are living are full of mystery. 
 How the plans of God are working, we strive in vaia to 
 
 tell; 
 But faith can safely trust Him, for He doeth all things 
 well. 
 
 His Providence leads wisely, like the pillared cloud and 
 
 flame; 
 And so on every milestone we record His blessed 
 
 name. 
 All the happy Ebenezers His love and praises tell : 
 His arm has never failed us ; He doeth all things 
 
 well. 
 
 If the keen, sharp eye can see Him, as sees the soaring 
 
 lark ; 
 If, blinded, through His wisdom, we only trace Him in 
 
 the dark, 
 In the glowing, glorious noontide, or in the deepest 
 
 cell, — 
 We will trust Him, we will love Him, for He doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
 If the blessed light is darkened, if the eye is dull and 
 
 blind, — 
 'T is ordered by a Father who is ever good and 
 
 kind. 
 
70 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 His purpose is in mercy, though His plan He does not 
 
 tell, 
 Wait till the seal is broken ; He doeth all things 
 
 well. 
 
 There 's a world where all that tries us shall be made 
 
 divinely clear. 
 The eye no more be sightless, no longer deaf the ear ; 
 The day shall rise in glory, — why should the heart 
 
 rebel ? 
 God sees, and we shall see Him, for He doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
 Chicago, January, 1893. 
 
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 BLOSSOMING ON THE OTHER SIDE. 
 
 OH, weep not, ye whose child hath won 
 A dwelling in yon glorious sphere. 
 Where sin is past, and labor done ; 
 'T is better than to linger here ! 
 
 Oh, weep not, ye whose offspring wears 
 A heavenly crown upon her brow, 
 
 Whose hand a harp of worship bears, 
 Who sings the angelic anthem now ! 
 
 Oh, weep not, ye whose child hath passed 
 Thus early from earth's tempting scene ; 
 
 In heaven, temptation's furious blast 
 Can never reach the soul again ! 
 
SOCIAL AMENITIES. 71 
 
 Oh, weep not, ye whose child liath soared, 
 
 A seraph, to the worki al»ove. 
 Where endless day is round her poured, 
 
 And happy spirits dwell in love ! 
 
 Oh, weep not, ye whom God hath left 
 
 To mourn a tie so early riven ; 
 She lives, — while ye are thus bereft, — 
 
 First of your household, safe in heaven ! 
 
 TO A SOEROWING MOTHER. 
 
 OH, mourn not, fond mother, the joys that depart ; 
 There is comfort and peace for the stricken in 
 heart ! 
 God has taken the spirit that basked in thy love ; 
 The beautiful angels have borne it above. 
 
 The plant thou hast reared to brighten earth's gloom. 
 
 Had fastened its roots in the soil of the tomb. 
 
 It smiled in thy garden, so gentle and fair ; 
 
 It has climbed o'er the wall, and is blossoming there. 
 
 The jewel once worn with pride on thy breast, 
 
 Now flashes its light in the land of the blest ; 
 
 The rose is still fragrant, tliough torn from the stem, — 
 
 The setting is ruined, but safe is the gem. 
 
 Then gird thee to labor, to trial, to love ; 
 The treasure, still thine, awaits thee above. 
 Be faithful, be earnest, night soon will be riven. 
 And the lost one of earth, be thy jewel in heaven. 
 
72 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 AGATHA E. CLAFLIN. 
 
 IS thy final rest more peaceful, — 
 Is thy sleep more sweet, dear child. 
 Brought from Kome's gorgeous sepulchres, 
 
 Back to thy native wild ? 
 Or breathes the wind more gently. 
 
 Where the chestnut and the pine 
 Above the tomb that holds thy dust 
 Their clustering branches twine ? 
 
 What was wanting in the shadows 
 
 Of old imperial Eome, 
 That thou sighedst, midst its grandeur, 
 
 For thy dearer western home ? 
 Those fragrant airs and sunny bowers, — 
 
 Could they not weave a spell, 
 With power to win, above the spot 
 
 Thy young heart loved so well ? 
 
 'T was there the proud Jugurtha, 
 
 Subdued by famine, died ; 
 But there, with bread immortal, 
 
 AVas thy spirit satisfied ? 
 He, in his lonely prison chained, 
 
 Perished in heathen gloom ; 
 Thou soaredst upward, free of wing. 
 
 And angels bade thee come. 
 
 And there a mightier warrior 
 Waited his heavenly crown. 
 
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 Found a martyr's wreath around his brow, 
 
 And laid his armor down. 
 Brave Christian souls in Koman soil 
 
 Kepose in holy rest, 
 As sinks the gorgeous, crimson sun 
 
 In glory in the west. 
 
 Thy footsteps trod the pathways 
 
 Of grand, historic Eome ; 
 Thy gaze, admiring, rested 
 
 On picture, church, and dome. 
 Why, yearning with a tender love, 
 
 Did thine eyes look back to see 
 The landscape round that cherished home. 
 
 Where thy young soul longed to be ? 
 
 Thy weary wanderings ended 
 
 In a city grander far 
 Than home, or Eome, — in heaven, — 
 
 As the sun outshines a star ; 
 Earth on thy young eyes faded. 
 
 As fades a glittering toy. 
 Bright opened on thy vision 
 
 Heaven's home of love and joy. 
 
 Welcome again, fair sleeper ! 
 
 Peace to thy precious dust ! 
 Rest calmly with thy kindred 
 
 Till the rising of the just. 
 The winds shall sing above thee. 
 
 Where the chestnut and the pine, 
 In thy own dear native forests. 
 
 Their clustering branches twine. 
 
74 POEMS OF HOME. 
 
 Thy life, too early smitten. 
 
 Lingers around us still, 
 As day-beams, after sunset. 
 
 Shine, radiant, o'er the hill ; 
 Thy loving voice, still sounding, 
 
 Forbids us to rebel, — 
 God gave, and God hath taken, — 
 
 God, who does all things well. 
 
 May, 1874. 
 
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 HAERIET J. WARDWELL. 
 
 "DROUGHT home, where the dust of her kuidred 
 -*-^ reposes. 
 
 To sleep 'mid the dew, and the breath of the roses, 
 In June, — of all seasons the sweetest and fairest, 
 Herself, of its blossoms the purest and rarest. 
 
 She sleeps her last sleep, while all nature rejoices. 
 And melody breaks from earth's thousands of voices ; 
 Like distant sweet chimes on evening winds singing, 
 The music she breathed is in echoes still ringing. 
 
 Life's silver cord loosed, and the golden bowl broken, — 
 We bow to the mandate Jehovah has spoken ; 
 God's promise proclaims, o'er the loved and lamented, 
 The silver cord, loosed, shall again be cemented. 
 
 We lay her in love 'neath the rose and the willow ; 
 Peace sits by her ashes, — Peace breathes round her 
 pillow. 
 
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 How well that such graces and gifts should be given, 
 
 Like precious first fruits, an offering to Heaven ! 
 
 God gave, and we bless Him ; God took, and though 
 
 parted, 
 Still trusting, still loving, we yield, broken-hearted. 
 Again, in tlie home of the blest, we shall greet her, 
 And youth bloom immortal, when, joyful, we meet her. 
 
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 EPITAPHS. 
 
 SHORT was thy pilgrimage, dear child ; 
 Sweet is thy dreamless rest. 
 God on thy homeward spirit smiled. 
 And made thee early blest. 
 
 Her ardent love, her spotless worth. 
 Her humble faith were given. 
 
 Like buds of promise, plucked on earth. 
 To bloom, transferred to heaven. 
 
 Her life to toil, her gains to God were given ; 
 Sweet is her rest, and bright her crown, in heaven. 
 
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 IN MEMORY OF A YOUNG MAIDEN. 
 
 SISTEE, thou wast mild and lovely, 
 Gentle as the summer breeze, 
 Pleasant as the air of evening, 
 When it floats among the trees. 
 
 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, — 
 Peaceful in the grave so low. 
 
 Thou no more wilt join our number ; 
 Thou no more our songs shalt know. 
 
 Dearest sister, thou hast left us ; 
 
 Here thy loss we deeply feel. 
 But 't is God that hath bereft us ; 
 
 He can all our sorrows heal. 
 
 Yet again we hope to meet thee. 
 When the day of life is iled ; 
 
 Then in heaven with joy to greet thee. 
 Where no farewell tear is shed. 
 
Paet II. 
 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
pan IL — COUNTRY. 
 
 AMERICA. 
 
 Written February, a.d. 1832, and first sung at a Fourth of July 
 Celebration at Boston, the same year. 
 
 MY country, 't is of thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 Of thee I sing ; 
 Land where my fathers died, 
 Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
 From every mountain side 
 Let freedom ring. 
 
 My native country, thee. 
 Land of the noble free. 
 
 Thy name I love ; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills ; 
 My heart with rapture thrills 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet Freedom's song ; 
 Let mortal tongues awake, 
 Let all that breathe partake. 
 Let rocks their silence break. 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
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 Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
 Author of liberty, 
 
 To Thee we sing ; 
 Long may our land be bright 
 With Freedom's holy light ; 
 Protect us by Thy might. 
 
 Great God, our King. 
 
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 SCHOOLS AND SCHOLARS. 
 
 SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 THE SEAL ONCE LAID ON PLIANT WAX. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO A TEACHER. 
 
 THE seal, once laid on pliant wax, 
 Stamps its own image, cancelled never ; 
 The teacher's lineaments on the soul 
 Their vivid impress leave forever. 
 Lay careful hand on head and heart 
 While waits the youth at life's fair portal ; 
 So shall your work, in beauty wrought. 
 Be beauty, stamped with life immortal 
 
 o:»:o 
 
 NOTHING WITHOUT EFFORT. 
 
 SOME nice things, you think, can be done without 
 toil, 
 As weeds grow, un tilled, from the generous soil ; 
 You guess men in black, with the cheerfullest air, 
 Eat bread without work, and live without care ; 
 So happy they float, like clouds in the blue. 
 You think, very likely, they 've nothing to do 
 
80 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 But to read pleasant books and court life with the 
 
 Muses, 
 While the hand of the workman is sore from his 
 
 bruises. 
 But no farmer grows rich who sets up for a shirk, 
 Nor merchant, whose aim is to live without work ; 
 There is labor more wearing than digging a drain, — 
 Oh, that some men would try it, — 't is work with the 
 
 brain ! 
 
 I '11 tell you a secret, — the song of the poet 
 
 Springs not with a gush before one can know it. 
 
 As breaks from the fountam the tinkling rill 
 
 And flows from the side to the foot of the hill. 
 
 The thought, born to sliine in his beautiful strain, 
 
 Lies, like gems to be cut, in the depth of his brain ; 
 
 But to clothe it with beauty, to point it with wit, 
 
 To fit to each line a shaft that will hit, — 
 
 To gather the glories, his lay to enfold, 
 
 From earth, air, and sea, from the crimson and gold. 
 
 That glow in the path of the opening day, 
 
 Or burnish the sky as the light fades away, — 
 
 Is never the work of a glance and a dash, 
 
 As the fluid-electric shoots out with a flash ; — 
 
 The search for a jingle, the chase for a rhyme. 
 
 Is a toil to the brain, and the labor of time. 
 
 As a steamer, — the monster, — caught fast in the 
 
 narrows. 
 Or striving, in summer, to pass over shallows, 
 Drives fierce on her pathway, ascending the stream, 
 But is forced to fall back with a shock and a scream. 
 To try a fresh channel, to make a new tack. 
 Still foiled in her efforts, still doomed to push back, 
 Till at last, as if borne by a freak of good chance. 
 She floats o'er the shoal, and shoots, with a glance. 
 
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 To the sea of deep water, and glides through the tide, 
 Where balmy winds kiss her, and navies might ride, — 
 So, often, the poet, intent on his chime. 
 Seeks, earnest, to match some choice word with a 
 
 rhyme ; 
 But bootless his efforts, — his search all in vain, — 
 He backs off from the shallow and tries a new strain, 
 Gives up the dear word on which swung his fine 
 
 thought, 
 Abandons the rhyme, long chased, but ne'er caught. 
 Creeps back through the shallows, — recasts his whole 
 
 plan, 
 And, foiled where he wishes, he sails where he can. 
 Then floats, proud in success, o'er the glorious main. 
 Till the rhyme-search shall ground him in shallows 
 
 again. 
 O wisdom of Virgil ! — the bard of the ages, — 
 A wisdom well worthy of prophets and sages, 
 No genius, untoiling, to glory is whirled ; 
 " A line in a day " brings the praise of the world. 
 
 oi»io 
 
 WHERE ARE THE BOYS OF EARLIER 
 YEARS ? 
 
 " THE BOYS." 1 
 
 WHERE are the boys of earlier years, 
 Once known and loved so well ? 
 Where childhood's hopes and childhood's fears, 
 Muse of history, tell ? 
 
 1 "Written for the " Old School Boy.«," of Boston. 
 6 
 
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 Where are the noisy shouts that spoke 
 
 In wild joy on the air ? 
 Wliere are the lips, in love wliich spoke - 
 
 The echoes answer, Where ? 
 
 Where are the ready eye and hand 
 That made our greetings sweet ? 
 
 Parted long since, — the choice old band, 
 Where will they ever meet? 
 
 Where are they ? Ask the manly face, 
 White hairs, and furrowed brow ; 
 
 The veterans, with their antique grace — 
 The boys are elders now. 
 
 Eoll back, roll back Life's hastening tide, 
 Nor count each passing year ; 
 
 Behold, their bows in strength abide, 
 The ancient boys are here ! 
 
 oj<«o 
 
 THE LADY AND THE POET. 
 
 I HAVE read of a poet whose minstrelsy woke 
 The spirit of music in beautiful Spain ; 
 He was urged by a lady, not quite to his taste, 
 To write her a sonnet, — nor urged she in vain. 
 
 In the noble Castilian 't were easy to write, 
 From a madrigal down to a funeral knell ; 
 
 So this son of the Muses proceeded to draw 
 
 The sonnet she claimed from his murmuring shell. 
 
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 She deemed he would glory her beauty to praise, 
 Her form, and her hair, and her dark Spanish eyes ; 
 
 And her fancy was tilled with the glow of his lays, 
 Lighted up like the rainbow with heavenly dyes. 
 
 But her guess was at fault ; not a word of her charms 
 Was allowed by the minstrel to smile on his page, 
 
 Not a breath of true gallantry breathed from his lip, 
 Not a soft note of grace warbled forth from his cage. 
 
 But he set for his quill the ingenious task 
 Of making the sonnet, in measure and time. 
 
 As smooth as an eclogue, as bald as a stone, 
 And as empty of meaning as faultless in rhyme. 
 
 The words were consummate in number and time, 
 The lines were as faultless as eye ever read; 
 
 The sonnet was perfect, excepting alone, — 
 
 'T was just what he purposed, — that nothing was 
 said. 
 
 HOW BLEST THE ART THAT LINKS IN 
 SACKED BONDS. 
 
 PRESERVED THOUGHTS.^ 
 
 HOW blest the art that links in sacred bonds 
 The living present with the living past ! 
 The life of other years to ours responds. 
 
 Pulse-beat to pulse-beat thrills, and first to last. 
 
 The thoughts once breathed in prose, or rolled in song, 
 Treasured in faithful records, sound again ; 
 
 Genius and love their harmonies prolong, 
 
 And vanished souls converse again with men. 
 
 1 Written for the Dedication of the Maiden Library. 
 
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 And books are thoughts ; these alcoves fair shall 
 hold, 
 
 Like rare and priceless gems, the sacred trust. 
 When monumental piles and shrine of gold. 
 
 Battered and worn, shall crumble into dust. 
 
 Whose shall the honor be, history, say, — 
 
 When, passed from earth, the glorious thinkers 
 sleep, — 
 
 Their thoughts, like jewels rescued from decay, 
 In fitting chambers to arrange and keep ? 
 
 Thank God ! such trusts to human hands are given ; 
 
 Thank God ! such trusts shall not be given in vain ; 
 Earth's clustered blooms will show fair fruit in heaven, 
 
 Thoughts, saved on earth, will shine in heaven again. 
 
 How blest the task, in this short life of ours, 
 Life's loving work and influence to extend, 
 
 Clothing the mortal with immortal powers. 
 Making all ages with all ages blend ! 
 
 oJ<«c 
 
 THE GENTLE MUSE OF TO-DAY. 
 
 Read at a Reception at the South Chicago Study Club, at Mrs- 
 Edward Roby's, May 10, 1893. 
 
 THE Muses, in the olden days, — 
 They numbered barely nine, — 
 'T was theirs to wake the sweetest lays. 
 To charm and to refine ; 
 
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 To teach the bliss of life and love, 
 
 To make the whole world briirht. 
 Ten thousand rills of joy to start, 
 
 To shine, as shines the light. 
 
 But we, in later times, have found 
 
 A hundred Muses more ; 
 And on each gentle Muse we meet. 
 
 Our love and praise we pour ; 
 Each makes earth happier, life more blest, 
 
 Brings to our homes a heaven, — 
 Dear charmers of our secret hearts, 
 
 The best gift God has given ! 
 
 Ardent, they study to expand 
 
 The fields already won ; 
 And in their noble deeds surpass 
 
 All that the past has done ; 
 By pinnacles of honor gained. 
 
 By summits grandly trod, 
 They prove what woman can attain, 
 
 Inspired and helped of God. 
 
 We honor all whose hearts are true, 
 
 And gladly, proudly, raise 
 The noblest trophy art can bring 
 
 Their glorious course to praise ; 
 A thousand blessings on them rest, — 
 
 Blessings from heart and hand, — 
 The Muses we delight to own, 
 
 They are this fairy band. 
 
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 ANNIVERSARIES AND DEDICATIONS. 
 
 COME TO THE FESTAL DAY. 
 
 A HYIVIN FOR A SCHOOL ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 COME to the festal day, 
 Cheerfully welcomed, come ! 
 Come jom our songs ; come share the joy 
 That crowns our school and home ! 
 
 Here have our hearts received 
 
 Treasures of holy truth, — 
 God's living words, — the helps of age. 
 
 The loving guides of youth. 
 
 Come, for the rolling year, 
 
 "With bursting buds and flowers. 
 
 Summons the sower to his toils. 
 And gladdens us in ours ! 
 
 God's blessing cheers each task : 
 
 No work for God is vain : 
 His is alike the beaming sun, 
 
 And His the gentle rain. 
 
 Then to our festal day 
 
 And cheerful greetings, come ! 
 
 Come join our songs ; come share the joy 
 That crowns our school and home ! 
 
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 IN LOVING FAITH THIS STONE WE PLACE. 
 
 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE, NORUMBEGA, WELLESLEY 
 COLLEGE. 
 
 IN loving faith this stone we place ; 
 God is our trust, — in Him we build ; 
 All noble works through Him are wrought, 
 All life is with His pulse-beat thrilled. 
 
 Life of life ! Light of light ! 
 
 Our breath, our joy, our hope, our aim, — 
 We plant our corner-stone, we rear 
 
 Our home, in honor of Thy name ! 
 
 In love o'er all the work preside 
 
 As wall, and tower, and peak ascend ; 
 
 And be its crown of glory, Thou, — 
 Earth's noblest hope, life's highest end, 
 
 The broad, sweet landscape at our feet, — 
 Forest and vale, and liill and sea, — 
 
 Reveal Thy wondrous skill and power ; 
 All space, all time, are full of Thee. 
 
 So let the building we prepare. 
 The house we to Thy honor raise. 
 
 Be a new temple built for God, — 
 Forever vocal with His praise. 
 
 Joke 22, 1885. 
 
POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 IN FAITH THIS COENEE-STONE WE LAY. 
 
 FOR THE CORNER-STONE LAYING, WORCESTER 
 ACADEMY, 1889. 
 
 IN faith this corner-stone we lay, — 
 A tribute to fair Learning's shrine; 
 God is our wisdom, God our stay. 
 
 And His the work our thoughts design. 
 
 We build in faith for nobler years, 
 
 For generations yet to be ; 
 As every soul its structure rears 
 
 And builds for immortality. 
 
 Let children's children here be trained 
 To love the paths their fathers trod, 
 
 To keep the boon their fathers gained, 
 To love and trust their fathers' God. 
 
 And day by day the walls shall grow, 
 
 And arch, and dome, and towers shall rise, 
 
 As, slowly, works of love below 
 
 Tend to bright mansions in the skies. 
 
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 NOT YET COMPLETE, — THE HALL WE EEAR. 
 
 AN UNFINISHED MAIN BUILDING.^ 
 
 NOT yet complete, — the hall we rear, 
 Learning, to thy shrine ; 
 Not yet complete, — our character, 
 To match the mould divine. 
 
 But wall, and architrave, and dome, — 
 
 As stone on stone we raise, — 
 A finished temple shall become, 
 
 Built for Jehovah's praise. 
 
 And year by year shall many a soul, 
 
 Like marble from the mine. 
 Polished, and set, — a perfect whole, — 
 
 In holy beauty shine. 
 
 As arch, and pinnacle, and spire 
 
 Point upward to the skies, 
 O living souls, grandly aspire 
 
 To shine in Paradise ! 
 
 * Written for the Tenth Commencement of Vermont Academy, 
 Saxton's River, Vt., June 21, 1888. 
 
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 HYMN FOE THE DEDICATION OF A SCHOOL- 
 H0USE.1 
 
 [Tone : " The Morning Light is Breaking."'\ 
 
 SOW ye beside all waters 
 The seeds of love and light, 
 And train your sons and daughters 
 
 To wisdom, truth, and right ; 
 Open fresh founts of beauty 
 Along life's devious road ; 
 Fashion the soul to duty, 
 And lead it up to God. 
 
 Prepare the peaceful bowers 
 
 Where opening minds shall wake, 
 As rosebuds into flowers 
 
 In blusliing fragrance break ; 
 Water with skilful teaching 
 
 The springing germs of thought, 
 Onward and heavenward reaching. 
 
 With coming glory fraught. 
 
 As priests of God anointed 
 
 To keep this high behest. 
 We take the charge appointed, 
 
 To do such bidding blest ; 
 Here shall new gems be fitted 
 
 With mild, fair light to shine. 
 The toil to us committed, 
 
 The help, God, is Thine. 
 
 1 Used at the dedication of a new building at Hebron Academy, 
 Maine, June, 1891. 
 
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 FAIR SEAT OF LEARNING! WHO SHALL 
 TELL. 
 
 JUBILEE HYMN FOR MOUNT HOLYOKE SEMINARY, 
 JUNE 23, 1887. 
 
 FAIR seat of learning ! who sliall tell 
 The joy we feel m greeting thee 
 On this glad day, thy festal day. 
 Thy blessed day of jubilee ! 
 
 O born of faitli ! nursed in prayer ! 
 
 What grateful throngs repeat thy name ! 
 What memories, lingering round the globe, 
 
 With fervent blessing crown thy fame ! 
 
 loyal hearts ! bring hymns of praise 
 To Him to whom all praise is due ; 
 
 With loyal homage pay your vows, 
 In loyal faith your vows renew. 
 
 Glory to Him who planned, who guides, 
 The years elapsed, the years to be ; 
 
 For His dear sake, in His great name, 
 We keep our hallowed Jubilee. 
 
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 FAIE WORCESTER 
 
 [Tune : " Fair Hai-vard."] 
 
 FAIR Worcester, enthroned on the hills in thy pride, 
 With the city-domes gleaming below, 
 A gem on the robe of a beautiful bride, 
 
 Or a crown on a beautiful brow. 
 Thy children return to thy favorite halls, 
 
 With more joy than the home-flying dove ; 
 Their hearts burn with gladness to answer thy calls. 
 As they bring thee their tribute of love. 
 
 Dear Muse of our childhood, dear guide of our youth. 
 
 To our hearts what fond memories throng ; 
 From thy chalice we drank the rich draughts of truth, 
 
 And our souls through thy strength were made 
 strong. 
 No landscape was ever so fair to be seen ; 
 
 No such sunsets crowned day's busy hours ; 
 No friends like the friends of our boyhood have been. 
 
 And no teachers so gracious as ours. 
 
 favored of Heaven, thy sons have engraved 
 
 Their bright names on the wreath of thy fame ; 
 To guard thee and guide thee, around thee has waved 
 
 God's broad pillar of cloud and of flame. 
 Still onward and upward pursue thy fair march. 
 
 Like an army with banners unfurled ; 
 While God bends above thee His covenant arch. 
 
 And before thee lies waiting the world. 
 
 November 13, 1891. 
 
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 FAIR SUFFIELD, THY CHILDREN RETURN 
 TO THY HALLS.i 
 
 FAIR SUFFIELD. 
 
 FAIR Suffield, thy children return to thy halls, 
 As the birdlings ily back to their nest, 
 Delighted to welcome thy motherly calls, 
 
 And to lean as of old on thy breast ; 
 Whatever our lot in the future may be, 
 
 And wherever our footsteps may roam. 
 Our hearts shall still turn with all'ection to thee, 
 And shall find in thy bosom a home. 
 
 What lessons of wisdom we learned from thy lips ! 
 
 What ambitions thy teachings have fired ! 
 The light of those teachings no years can eclipse. 
 
 Nor imperil the love they inspired ; 
 Thy light has shone far o'er the darkness of earth, 
 
 Like the sunbeams that break from the sky ; 
 Thy prophets and heroes have honored their birth. 
 
 And their record stands written on high. 
 
 Oh, long from thy seat on the hills, in thy pride, 
 
 Be thy glorious banner unfurled ; 
 There draw every eye like a beautiful bride, 
 
 And bring blessing and joy to the world ! 
 The God of our fathers establish thy state, 
 
 And His pillar of cloud and of flame 
 Defend thee and guide thee while thousands shall wait 
 
 To be honored and called by thy name ! 
 
 ^ A school song for SuflBeld Literary Institution, Conn., Jan. 25, 1892. 
 
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 RE-UNIONS. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 FOR THE REUNION OF ALUMNI OF NEWTON THEOLOGICAL 
 INSTITUTION AT SARATOGA SPRINGS, MAY, 1885. 
 
 TOILEES from many a distant field, 
 Alike in shade or sun, 
 Each throbbing heart and beating pulse 
 Beats as the pulse of one. 
 
 A thousand memories of the past 
 
 Bind us in trust and love ; 
 They make us one, — one band on earth, — 
 
 One here, and one above. 
 
 One work, one Christly work, inspires 
 
 The thoughts of every soul ; 
 One aim, one Christly aim, makes one 
 
 The labors of the whole. 
 
 One hope, one glorious hope, relieves 
 
 And cheers our pilgrim way ; 
 We see afar our crown, to grace 
 
 Christ's coronation day. 
 
 And so the men that toiled and loved 
 
 In trial, zeal, and pain, 
 Redeemed, shall find one home, at last, 
 
 In Christ be one again. 
 
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 HYMN FOR NEWTON THEOLOGICAL 
 INSTITUTION. 
 
 [ TcNB : Italian Hymn.] 
 
 DRAWN to this blest retreat, 
 What hosts, in converse sweet, 
 These paths have trod ; 
 What hosts have loved and prayed. 
 And on Heaven's altar laid 
 Their all, amid thy shades, 
 mount of God! 
 
 One bond unites the whole, — 
 Breathes, moves, one kindred soul, 
 
 Our life, the same. 
 Our hopes, our aims, are one ; 
 Christ is our central sun, 
 And all our works are done 
 
 In His dear name. 
 
 Our ears the call have heard, 
 " Go, preach my saving word," 
 
 Here, Lord, are we ; 
 Each in his chosen sphere, 
 Ready the cross to rear, 
 Answers, in accents clear, 
 
 " Here, Lord, send me." 
 
 Behold, the nations wake ! 
 Saviour, Thy sceptre take. 
 
 Assume Thy throne ; 
 Armed with the prophet's rod, 
 Thy servants wait thy nod, 
 God over all, our God, 
 
 Come, reign, alone ! 
 
 Davenport, Iowa, April 5, 1893. 
 
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 A SONG OF "LANG SYNE." 
 
 FOR THE CLASS OF 1829. 
 
 WHEN autumn blasts sweep o'er the fields, 
 And slanting suns decline, 
 How bright the hour that gathers here 
 The Class of '29 ! 
 
 How fair the day when round the heart 
 Old friendships, hallowed, twine ; 
 
 Blest be the ties that join in love 
 The Class of '29 ! 
 
 Now college days come back afresh, — 
 
 Secant, and curve, and sine. 
 Logic and Latin, that imbued 
 
 The Class of '29. 
 
 Homer and Hesiod, Paley, Brown, 
 
 Anacreon's love and wine, 
 And modern lore, that came t' adorn 
 
 The Class of '29. 
 
 Around our brows, once bright with youth. 
 
 Now age hangs out its sign ; 
 But nobler grows the fame which wreathes 
 
 The Class of '29. 
 
 Then hand to hand, and heart to heart, 
 
 Like brothers, still combine, 
 Till not a name, unstarred, shall mark 
 
 The Class of '29. 
 
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 NOT YET THE FROST OF AGE. 
 
 HARVARD CLASS OF '29. 
 
 N 
 
 OT yet the frost of age, 
 Nor ardent summer's rage, 
 Nor history's burdened page 
 Has chilled or scorched the friendships of our youth ; 
 Nor with a " finis " ended. 
 Life's stories, vaguely blended. 
 Which years have comprehended. 
 Are closed and bound and sealed with changeless truth ! 
 
 Like seamen, when they tack, 
 
 Our eyes look gravely back 
 
 Along the lengthening track. 
 Far to our sunny morn and booming spring ; 
 
 When with our sails inflated. 
 
 Time's mingled cup untasted. 
 
 On the fair verge we waited, 
 And gazed intent, to see what life would bring. 
 
 From old companions parted, 
 The dear and noble-hearted. 
 With whom the race we started, — 
 
 Like weary steeds, we watch the setting sun ; 
 Climbed are the heights we sought, 
 Our manhood's deeds are wrought, 
 Our battles sternly fought. 
 
 Favored by God's good grace, and victory won. 
 
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 Yet that old fervor burns, 
 Still the young blood returns, 
 Just as the summer ferns 
 
 Are green and strong till falls the autumn blast ; 
 So to the clouds of even, 
 Grouped in the glittering heaven, 
 Ever new glow is given, 
 
 And never are they brighter than at last. 
 
 The dropping sands still fall ; 
 
 From heaven new voices call ; 
 
 We claim them each and all, — 
 The starred that shone, the unstarred names that shine. 
 
 Oh, fewer still, and fewer. 
 
 But never, never truer. 
 
 Just as when life was newer, — 
 God keep the unstarred names of " twenty-nine ! " 
 
 At Pabkeb's, Boston, January 10, 1884. 
 
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 •MID THE TEMPEST AND THE STRIFE.^ 
 
 HARVARD CLASS OF '29. 
 
 » 1\ /[ ID the tempest and the strife, 
 iVi With stern heart and ready hand, 
 As when amid the conflict dire 
 
 Embattled legions stand, 
 In a world where bounding joy 
 
 Comes alternately with tears, 
 As night dews follow noontide heat, — 
 
 AVe have finished fifty years. 
 
 Oh, l)lissful were the hours 
 
 When, with brilliant hopes and young, 
 We launched our bark on life's bright sea, 
 
 And wooed the siren's tongue, 
 And the future, calm and fair. 
 
 Stood undimmed by rising fears ; 
 Alas, our hearts had yet to learn 
 
 The scenes of fifty years ! 
 
 But with steadfast eye and heart. 
 
 Ever up and onward led, 
 The joy of freedom round us cast. 
 
 Its light above our head, 
 As shouts the pilgrim from the height 
 
 The towering mountain rears, — 
 So on the summit gained, we stand ; 
 
 We have finished fifty years. 
 
 1 Fonnrlcd on the fact that the members of the Class of 1829, with 
 two or three exceptions only, are understood to be just fifty years 
 of age. 
 
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 Now back we turn to view 
 
 The path our steps have trod, 
 And, yearning, seek to press again 
 
 With loving feet the sod, 
 And busy memory to our souls 
 
 The fragrant past endears ; 
 Yet comes that benison no more, — 
 
 We have finished fifty years. 
 
 As the gray old ruin stands, 
 
 And verdure o'er it creeps, 
 And clings in every nook and seam, 
 
 And in silent beauty sleeps, — 
 So round our manhood's heart 
 
 The bloom of youth appears ; 
 Age nurtures these sweet-trailing flowers, • 
 
 We have finished fifty years. 
 
 We have finished fifty years ; 
 
 But our friendship, warm and true. 
 Unchanging, mocks the lapse of time, 
 
 Like heaven's immortal blue. 
 The radiant arch still smiles ; 
 
 And while faith the portal nears, 
 Our love outrides the storms of life, — 
 
 The gales of fifty years. 
 
 So clasp each brother's hand, 
 
 With a firm heart and a brave, 
 Strong to endure each adverse shock, 
 
 To breast each beating wave, 
 And light the crested foam with joy, 
 
 Howe'er the tempest veers. 
 Till storm and conflict, lulled, repose 
 
 Beyond these mortal years. 
 
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 TRIBUTES. 
 
 TO MR. SETH DAVIS, SCHOOL-MASTER. 
 
 ON HIS ONE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY. 
 
 HAIL, honored master ! Hail, thrice-honored friend ! 
 Before thy hundred years, we, reverent, bend ; 
 Distinguished praises for thy well-earned fame 
 Our lips would speak, our grateful thought would 
 
 frame. 
 Distinguished man, whose deeds, so bravely done, 
 Have charmed and blessed, in turn, both sire and son ; 
 Lone pillar, thou, amid the wastes of years, 
 The sole survivor of their joys and tears ; 
 Whose like our eyes will ne'er behold again, 
 Grand and alone, — a monument of men. 
 
 Distinguished, thou, dear man, above thy peers, 
 
 Rich in the circle of thy hundred years. 
 
 Whose eye, undimmed, has seen the months decay. 
 
 While generations thrice have passed away ; 
 
 Skilful to teach, kind and discreet to guide, 
 
 Keen to discern, and honest to decide, 
 
 Acute to plan, and earnest to defend ; 
 
 If e'er a foe in seeming, still a friend, 
 
 Training thy pupils to be good and wise. 
 
 Goodness lives ever ; wisdom never dies. 
 
 Thy teaching made them men, both good and great, 
 
 Fitted to hold and grace the chair of state ; 
 
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 Great for the platform, pulpit, field, or mart, 
 But greatest in the goodness of the heart ; 
 As fruits that ripen 'neath the genial sun, 
 Beauty and richness yield, combined in one. 
 
 Friend of our early youth and riper age. 
 
 The citizen, the patriot, and the sage ; 
 
 Blessed with an eye to see, a hand to do, 
 
 A heart to throb, a soul both large and true ; 
 
 Man of the present, treasury of the past, — 
 
 How has thy life been honored to the last I 
 
 Of old traditions, thou, a matchless store, 
 
 A walking volume of historic lore ; 
 
 Lover of Nature in its varied moods. 
 
 Its brooks and flowers, its fields and leafy woods, 
 
 A thousand trees, set by thy loving care. 
 
 Attest thy taste and toil, which placed them there. 
 
 So on the hill, where forests used to stand, 
 One tall old tree — the monarch of the band — 
 Towers upward, all alone, in lofty pride. 
 While generations, nourished at its side 
 In gentle summer and in winter drear, 
 Have grown and fallen with every passing year, — 
 Each season crowns it with luxuriant leaves. 
 Each autumn round it some fresh glory weaves. 
 And twittering birds and sunbeams o'er it play, 
 While the old monarch suffers no decay. 
 
 May thy late years decline, honored friend, 
 As setting suns their glowing colors blend. 
 Peacefully fading towards the darkening west. 
 Sinking serenely to their destined rest. 
 Prophetic of a new and brighter day, 
 When years and centuries shall have passed away ! 
 
 September 3, 1887. 
 
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 THE DEPARTED TEACHER. 
 
 GONE, but not lost ! the star of day, 
 Merged in the morning radiance, dies. 
 But holds, unseen, its onward way. 
 And walks in glory through the skies. 
 
 The briUiant orbs that guard the night, 
 Like priests around their altar-fires, 
 
 Quenched, but not lost, a living light, 
 Are watching still, though night retires. 
 
 Gone, but not lost ! the glowing sun 
 
 Sinks, weary, 'neath the darkening west, 
 
 But tho' his daily race is run. 
 
 New worlds are by his presence blest. 
 
 Gone, but not lost ! the summer's bloom 
 Lies sleeping 'neath the wintry snow ; 
 
 But richer fruits spring from the tomb, 
 From dark decay fair harvests grow. 
 
 Gone, but not lost ! who lives sublime 
 Lives beyond life, he cannot die ; 
 
 Born for all years, for every clime, 
 His a true immortality. 
 
 We weep as, one by one, we lay 
 
 Our brethren with the garnered host, 
 
 While gratefully the ages say. 
 No saintly life is ever lost. 
 
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 Farewell, the reverend teacher sleeps, 
 Taken, alas ! yet doubly given ; 
 
 His life undimmed, its pathway keeps — 
 One course alike in earth and heaven. 
 
 January, 1875. 
 
 3j«iC 
 
 REQUIEM.i 
 
 ANOTHER, — yes, another, — 
 We are passing, one by one, 
 Like soldiers, fallen in battle. 
 Be the conflict lost or won. 
 Another, — yes, another, 
 
 Like an evening star, has set; 
 Behind the western mountains 
 The light is lingering yet. 
 
 Another, — yes, another, — 
 
 The friends of earlier days. 
 As melt the mists of morning 
 
 Amid the noonday haze, 
 Life's golden harvests, gathered, 
 
 Pass on to other spheres ; 
 Life's early promise kindled 
 
 Light round their riper years. 
 
 Another, — yes, another, — 
 
 As ever on the lake 
 Wave follows wave, and shoreward 
 
 Successive billows break ; 
 
 1 For the Class Meeting, Harvard, '29, 1870. 
 
SCHOOLS AND SCHOLARS. 105 
 
 Grand in the storm, but fairest 
 
 When, all the conilict o'er, 
 In gentle ripples moving, 
 
 They lave the silent shore. 
 
 Another, — yes, another. 
 
 Torn from the golden chain. 
 Crowned, after life's stern conilict, 
 
 Another warrior slain ; 
 With closer ranks, his valor 
 
 Shall help us dare and do ; 
 Shorter the chain, but stronger, — 
 
 We '11 weld the parts anew. 
 
 Another, — yes, another, — 
 
 We drop like forest leaves, 
 When the year's crown of glory 
 
 The mellow autumn weaves ; 
 But lives of love and duty 
 
 Sink to no vain repose ; 
 Sunsets shed lingering radiance, 
 
 Fragrance, the dying rose. 
 
 Another, — yes, another, — 
 
 The calls more frequent grow, 
 As whitens round our temples 
 
 More thick the silver snow ; 
 God of the weak and weary, 
 
 Light of our joyful past, 
 Guide us, support and keep us, 
 
 Till falls in death the last ! 
 
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 N. P. WILLIS.i 
 
 COME back to be buried beneath the green willow, 
 Wiiose long weeping branches trail over the 
 tomb ; 
 The soil of thy birthplace prepares thee a pillow, — 
 Where kindled thy morn, for thy eve there is room. 
 
 Come back to be buried, where patriarchs holy 
 
 In faith breathed thy name at the altar of prayer ; 
 
 Come back, from thy greatness, to sleep with the lowly. 
 Where pride sounds no trumpet, and fame is but air. 
 
 Come back to be buried, where honor first found thee. 
 And o'er thee her mantle deliciously flung ; 
 
 Come back with thy robe of renown wrapped around 
 thee. 
 To rest where thy garlands in youth o'er thee hung. 
 
 Come back to be buried, as blossomings vernal 
 
 Fall back to the soil whence their beauty was born ; 
 
 As sunset clouds glitter in glory supernal, 
 
 Keturned from the earth which they moistened at 
 morn. 
 
 Come back to be buried, — but still shall the crescent 
 
 Of fame, early won, the record illume ; 
 As chaplets of love, made sempervirescent, 
 
 Are saved from the night and the damps of the 
 tomb. 
 
 1 Mr. Willis was born in Portland, passed his early days in Boston, 
 died at Idlewild, N. Y., Jan. 20, 18G7, and cavie back to be buried in 
 Mt. Auburn, Jan. 24. 
 
SCHOOLS AND SCHOLARS. 107 
 
 Come back to be buried, — mowed down by the Eeaper, 
 Whose pitiless scythe spares nor manhood nor 
 bloom ; 
 Come back to be buried, lone, silent sleeper, 
 
 Thy kindred await thee, — come, pilgrim, come 
 home. 
 
 EDWAED EVERETT. 
 
 MUTE is his eloquence : that silver tongue 
 On whose sweet accents crowds, admiring, 
 hung, — 
 Whose fitting words in heavenly beauty fell 
 On ear and heart, that owned the witching spell ; 
 Whose graceful cadence tides of feeling woke, 
 As if on earth some loving angel spoke, — 
 Now rests in silence, like a harp unstrung. 
 Its notes, unrivalled, on the breezes flung. 
 Still breathe in living echoes in the air. 
 As though the master-spirit lingered there. 
 Who can do justice to so great a name ? 
 Who speak in worthy words his matchless fame ? 
 In varied learning brilliant and profound ; 
 In taste a model, and in judgment sound ; 
 Above ambition's mean and shuffling arts ; 
 Too great to purchase power at public marts ; ^ 
 
 In life so pure, in motive so unstained, — 
 He trod with honor all the heights he gained ; 
 His aims so worthy, and his powers so rare. 
 If first he stood, the people placed him there. 
 As stands a shaft on some far-reaching plain, 
 Rising o'er cottage-roofs and waving grain, 
 
108 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Catching the earliest morning's crimson streams, 
 And latest splendor of the evening beams, 
 Towering o'er all, it meets the distant sight. 
 And bathes its summit in the peerless light, — 
 So, in his country, in his age, alone. 
 As in the earlier times great Washington ; 
 When foemen trod the stage with haughty stride, 
 He for his country spoke with manly pride. 
 Consoled the timid, made the fainting strong, 
 Stood for the right, and frowned upon the wrong. 
 As some brave soldier waves his flag on high, 
 And points his comrades on, to do or die, 
 Then plants the banner on the topmost height, 
 Borne through the fiercest whirlwind of the fight, 
 Himself forgetting, eager but to see 
 His nation's struggle crowned by victory, — 
 So toiled in love, so stood, till evening set, 
 The ripe, the brave, immortal Everett. 
 
 Well at his funeral-pomp did wreaths of green 
 Adorn the places where his life had been, 
 And garlands deck, with sweet and cheerful bloom. 
 The opening gateway to his honored tomb. 
 The full-blown flowers, of pure and spotless white, 
 Symbols of finished life, a life upright ; 
 The bursting buds, of fresh and bright renown. 
 Wreathed o'er his name, like an immortal crown, — 
 Each fragrant blossom round the good and brave. 
 Telling how virtue lives beyond the grave. 
 The martial dirge, with deep and solemn strain, 
 Fell on the ear as falls the gentle rain. 
 Breathing o'er troubled hearts a healing balm ; 
 While mingling organ-notes prolonged the psalm, 
 As if the twofold music had been given, 
 Symbol of closing earth and opening heaven. 
 Thus when the good man parts from earth and time, 
 Soaring from toil and pain to joys sublime. 
 
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 The flickering light of such a world as this 
 
 Melts iu the splendor of ecstatic bliss ; 
 
 The mortal, like the setting sunlight, fades. 
 
 While glorious vi-^ions rise that know no shades ; 
 
 And earthly music, as the soul ascends, 
 
 Dies ou the ear, and with the angelic concert blends. 
 
 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 DEAR master of the tuneful lyre, 
 How shall we breathe the word, " Farewell " ? 
 How shall we touch the trembling wire, 
 Which vibrates with thy mystic spell ? 
 
 The world seems poor, of thee bereft ; 
 
 The evening sky without the sun ; 
 The setting, not the gem, is left ; 
 
 The frame remains, the picture gone. 
 
 As birds that float on heavenward wing, 
 
 Unseen, the air with music fill, — 
 Singing, they soar, and, soaring, sing, — 
 
 Thy broken harp yields music still. 
 
 Life's golden bowl was dashed too soon. 
 But love still holds thy cherished name ; 
 
 No sunset thine, but fadeless noon ; 
 No shadow, but immortal fame. 
 
110 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 So the dear chrysalis we hide, 
 
 For God's safe-keeping, in the tomb ; 
 
 And, in firm faith and hope, we bide 
 The dawn that breaks the silent gloom. 
 
 Wait the fair day, the glorious hour, 
 The precious form, enshrined in clay, 
 
 Instinct with new-created power. 
 
 Shall wake, and heaven-ward soar away. 
 
 Newton Centre, October 18, 1894. 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. Ill 
 
 CIVIC INTTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 
 
 THE WORLD'S NEED. 
 
 OH, labor in darkness and labor by day, — 
 The world waits for workmen, the brave and the 
 true. 
 Go, work in all fields, and toil while you may, — 
 The world waits your coming ; there 's something 
 to do. 
 
 men, for the times, in the mission of life, 
 Be strong in the conflict, be brave in the strife ! 
 There 's a crown for the good and joy for the brave 
 Whom toil cannot conquer, nor pleasure enslave, — 
 That joy, may you taste ; that crown, may it shine 
 On each glorified brow with a lustre divine. 
 
 oX«c 
 
 TRUE GREATNESS. 
 
 WHAT is true greatness ? — where and whence ? 
 Who knows its secret drifts ? 
 Bright and mysterious as the light, 
 
 Shot from the cloudland rifts ? 
 WTiose life, in splendid blazonry. 
 
 Shall find immortal fame ; 
 Who, 'mid the wreck of quaking worlds, 
 Shall wear a deathless name ? 
 
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 Not piles of masonry, or pomp, 
 
 Statue, nor marble bust, 
 Arrest oblivion, and preserve 
 
 The frame from kindred dust ; 
 Yet how shall human spirits shine. 
 
 As shines the sparkling gem, 
 And, fadeless, glow like glorious stars 
 
 In night's fair diadem ? 
 
 No spirit of the cultured East, 
 
 No wealth of skill nor pen, 
 No grain-fields of the widening West, 
 
 Avail to build true men ; 
 No genius, born of earthly germs, 
 
 No haughty, base desire, 
 But nobler breath, imbreathed of God, 
 
 Wakes in the soul new fire. 
 
 mystery of human life ! 
 
 wondrous end of man ! 
 theme, with curious questions rife, 
 
 With God's divinest plan, — 
 Plan which no human mind can reach, 
 
 No human tongue can tell ; 
 Too deep for angel's speech or thought, 
 
 Boundless, ineffable. 
 
 How doth the acorn from the germ 
 
 Become the mighty tree ? 
 How grows the infant spark of thought. 
 
 Broader than land and sea ? 
 The mighty oak its crumbling boughs 
 
 Back to earth's bosom gives ; 
 But ages come, and ages pass, — 
 
 Mind, still expanding, lives. 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 113 
 
 What wealth, of faithful work is born ! 
 
 What greatness, won by toil. 
 E'en as the farmer's golden corn 
 
 Grows from the deep-worked soil ! 
 Spoil not thy soul with nerveless aim, 
 
 With idle, weak desire ; 
 Strive nobly for a noble name, — 
 
 To all high deeds aspire. 
 
 As from the crucible the gold, 
 
 Eefined by fierce heat, flows ; 
 As from the sculptor's dust and grime 
 
 The chiselled wonder grows, — 
 So, from earth's friction, toil and grief 
 
 Bring beauty, love, and truth. 
 Garments of praise for ripened days, 
 
 The light and crown of youth. 
 
 They waste, they spoil, their time and toil, 
 
 Who pleasure's goblet drain. 
 And fondly hope by idle wish 
 
 Life's high rewards to gain ; 
 Like some bright, beauteous bird whose wing 
 
 Is torn, or clipped, or bound. 
 And his rich dyes he vainly trails 
 
 Along the dusty ground. 
 
 On wealth intent, in fierce pursuit 
 
 O'er distant climes and isles, 
 The merchant drives with eager haste, 
 
 And b.cap on heap he piles ; 
 Like sand-hills on the wave-washed shore, 
 
 Like clouds of drifting spray, 
 Like mole-hills in the ploughman's path. 
 
 His treasures melt away. 
 
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 Ambition mounts his fiery steeds. 
 
 Plumed o'er new heights to soar. 
 And waves aloft his potent wand 
 
 O'er subject sea and shore, — 
 Nurse thy fair bubble, man of pride, 
 
 Thyself, thy mighty care, 
 Eeach forth for other worlds to rule. 
 
 And grasp, — but empty air. 
 
 The athlete struggles in the race, — 
 
 The expected crown, his life ; 
 Muscle and bone, and blood and nerve, 
 
 Tense with the eager strife ; 
 bootless task, such wreath to win ! 
 
 Triumph, alas, how brief ! 
 His valor, nought but force of limb ; 
 
 His crown, a fading leaf. 
 
 Proud of the flag that o'er him waves, 
 
 Of deeds his bravery wrought, 
 Of rights secured, of wrongs redrest, 
 
 Of battles grandly fought, — 
 The warrior, with his sword unsheathed, 
 
 Cries, " Victory — or — death ! " 
 How soon his vaunted glory pales, — 
 
 Brief as a passing breath. 
 
 Scorched on the line, chilled at the pole, 
 
 Tossed on the billowy foam, — 
 Hope vainly lures the explorer on, 
 
 With tireless zeal to roam. 
 Perchance, he finds nor sea nor land ; 
 
 The phantom onward leads : 
 The fame, the wealth, the rest he seeks, 
 
 False to his hopes, recedes. 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 115 
 
 But gold, nor art, nor costly show, 
 
 Nor birth, nor regal state. 
 Nor palace tall, nor acres wide 
 
 Make him who holds them great ; 
 But wisdom, grace, and knowledge broad, 
 
 A great and noble soul, 
 And God's blest image, God's high thought, 
 
 Stamped grandly on the whole. 
 
 Oh, winnow grains of truth and love 
 
 From this world's useless straw ! 
 Who rules his life, he rules the end, — 
 
 'T is Nature's changeless law. 
 Oh, blest the man, supremely blest, 
 
 Whose life sublimely flows, 
 And God's approving sentence sheds 
 
 A halo round its close ! 
 
 man, in God's own image formed, 
 
 Offspring of God's great thought ; 
 man, for lofty aims designed. 
 
 For noble purpose wrought, — 
 Build not on Time's illusive sands 
 
 The pillar of thy fame. 
 But high, on monuments unseen, 
 
 Carve an immortal name. 
 
 What harvest fields of joy and hope 
 
 Whiten the world's broad face 1 
 A sickle waits each willing hand, 
 
 Each heart God's helping grace ; 
 No seed is lost, no precious grain 
 
 To earth can, useless, fall. 
 God guards the reapers and the seed ; 
 
 His love shall garner all. 
 
116 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 WOMEN'S RIGHTS. 
 
 "T"^ IS the question of the day ; 
 
 A They discuss it every May, 
 With all their wit and learnmg ; 
 
 And renew it in October, — 
 
 Dames, strong-minded, and men, sober, 
 Stupid souls, and souls discerning. 
 
 Oh, for wisdom to pronounce. 
 To the tittle of an ounce, 
 
 For our wives, and for some prim men. 
 The number, weight, and measure 
 Of that rich and precious treasure, — 
 
 The rights, to wit, of women. 
 
 'T is my creed, — perhaps I 'm wrong. 
 But 1 11 say it for a song, — 
 
 Their right is to promote us 
 From bachelors to men. 
 To excel us with the pen. 
 
 But never to outvote us. 
 
 Should we let her vote at all, — 
 Woman great or woman small, — 
 
 Such majorities might aid her. 
 That the lords of this creation 
 Would lose their right and station. 
 And their claim to run the nation. 
 
 From zenith down to nadir. 
 
CmC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 117 
 
 'T is their right, throughout the strife 
 Of this weary, toiling life. 
 
 To be gentle, loving, sweet, 
 And receive from us, the strong, — 
 Be the struggle brief or long, — 
 
 Shelter 'mid the dust and heat. 
 
 'T is their right in days of pain. 
 To calm the fevered brain, 
 Kind as the gentle rain 
 
 Or summer dew ; 
 And to find in us relief 
 In days of toil and grief, — 
 
 Like them, patient, mild, and true. 
 
 We yield to them the right 
 
 To be witty, brave, and bright, 
 
 In repartee to shine ; 
 Better than sparkling toys, 
 To be mothers to our boys. 
 Famed for quiet or for noise. 
 
 Be the youngsters one or nine, 
 
 'T is their matchless right, — we claim, — 
 Their glory and their fame. 
 
 Not for foreign joys to roam ; 
 But to break the clouds of sadness, 
 To strew earth's paths with gladness. 
 
 To be the sunliiiht of the home. 
 
 'T is their right in love to stand. 
 With tender heart and hand. 
 And to watch beside the bed, 
 
118 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Till the spirit upward flies ; 
 And down the opening skies, 
 Like gleams from Paradise, 
 
 Heaven's light is round them shed. 
 
 'T is their right, with holy feeling, 
 To be found, all meekly kneeling. 
 
 Before the throne of prayer. 
 'T is there they find their power, — 
 Grace is their richest dower ; 
 
 Their dearest rights are there. 
 
 Oh, no, we would not take 
 
 One right, — for their dear sake, — 
 
 Nor pull their power down ; 
 Theirs to strew the earth with good, 
 As earth's lords never could. 
 
 And then wear Heaven's crown. 
 
 Oh, no, we are not wrong. 
 Say we it in prose, or song ! 
 
 'T is our pleasure to promote them 
 To the headship of our table. 
 To whatever good we 're able ; 
 
 But we always will outvote them. 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 119 
 
 DEDICATION HYMN. 
 
 CHAMBER OF COMMERCE, BOSTON, JANUARY 21, 1892. 
 
 SO, the fair structure stands. 
 The work of human hands 
 And human will ; 
 Here, where the rippling wave 
 The sea-sands used to lave, 
 Soar towers and architrave, 
 Beauty and skill. 
 
 Here shall fair Commerce sit, 
 "With wisdom, grace, and wit. 
 
 The state to bless ; 
 Here land shall speak to land, 
 And hand be clasped in hand, 
 And noblest deeds be planned, 
 
 In righteousness. 
 
 Peace her white wings shall spread 
 O'er all the paths we tread ; 
 
 Truth guide our way : 
 While patriot sire and son 
 Bends to the work begun, 
 And new successes, won, 
 
 Shall crown the day. 
 
 To Thee, great God, to Thee, 
 God of the land and sea. 
 
 These towers we raise ; 
 Establish here Thy throne ; 
 Eule in all hearts alone ; 
 Thy sovereign right we own, 
 
 Thy name we praise ! 
 
120 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 FOE THE DINNEK OF THE FIRST CITY 
 GOVERNMENT OF NEWTON, MASS. 
 
 BOSTON, FRIDAY, JANUARY 1, 1886. 
 
 I SUPPOSE I 'm the aim of your eloquent battery, 
 And you wish for my rhymes as the pay for your 
 flattery ; 
 I own it accords with the ways of society. 
 And humbly I yield to the laws of propriety. 
 
 You '11 pardon my verse, if 't is undiplomatical, 
 Not Republican, Mugwump, or pure Democratical ; 
 My calling is not to discussions political, 
 Nor yours, at a banquet, to be sharply critical. 
 
 To raise to a city this place of our habitat. 
 
 With aldermen, mayor, common council, and all of 
 
 that. 
 Was better than marring the town and dividing it. 
 Or trotting some hobby out boldly and riding it, — 
 Making twain what is one by right systematical, 
 And calling that two which is one, geographical. 
 For praising it, people may charge us with vanity ; 
 Not praising it, people would call it — insanity. 
 Our city regime was not sour grapes, pendulous ; 
 But clusters, the fairest, of these we were emulous. 
 The young city, launched, like a ship on the sea to 
 
 sail, 
 Was manned by a crew whose lot never should be to 
 
 fail; 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 121 
 
 But, as good men and true need no props and no 
 
 garnishiu;/, 
 'T were useless to take up the business of varnishing. 
 My verse is sincere and hearty in praising them ; 
 The people were wise to such oflice in raising them. 
 Fair city ! they struck for success in beginning it, 
 And with every new year their successors are winning 
 
 it. 
 It is just to speak well of the people who merit it ; 
 Their praise, it is fair that their sons should inherit it. 
 They were temperate men, never charged with ebriety. 
 Whose walk, like a deacon's, was marked by sobriety ; 
 Not ruled by some party end, blindly and slavishly. 
 Not planning, and fencing, and junketing knavishly ; 
 Not famed, in debate, for their Ihient lo(|uacity, 
 Not noted, in contracts, for grasping rapacity ; 
 Not eager to seek entertainments aquatical ; 
 Not puffed, like balloons, with soarings ecstatical ; 
 Not privily chasing some shadow they 're driving at, 
 And blind to foresee the ends they 're arriving at ; 
 With their fame nibbled thin, by their secret chicanery, 
 Like fair ears of corn by a mouse in the granary ; 
 Above playing fast, playing loose with their politics, 
 Like lol)byists, zealously plying their jolly tricks : 
 The men for the times, — and the times were a rarity, — 
 The times and the men were a wonderful parity. 
 Expenses, 'tis true, in tlie ledger are debited. 
 But good things unnumbered, per contra, are credited. 
 So the first city fathers, we '11 not rate them badly, sir. 
 But praise them, and toast them, and honor them 
 
 gladly, sir. 
 Your power, good sirs, is a thing of the preterite, 
 If you did not rule well, 'tis too late to better it ; 
 Still, government measures are often a mystery. 
 But, foolish, or wise, — one year makes them liistory. 
 
122 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Methinks as "we sit here, now eating, now talking fast, 
 The shades of the fathers are seen grimly stalking 
 
 past, 
 Peering here, peering there, with their ancient eyes 
 
 critical, 
 Charging this, charging that, as new-fangled, or mysti- 
 cal. 
 They list to the sound of our steam-engines, clattering ; 
 They hear, in our fountains, the bright water pattering. 
 They see, in our grounds, fruits and flowers exotical, 
 And brand our new schemes as insane or quixotical ; 
 Deem some things we do proofs of maddest audacity. 
 And some, — they must own, — showing highest 
 
 capacity ; 
 Accusing our speeches of bombast and platitude, 
 As if lack of depth could be made up in latitude. 
 shades of the fathers, suspend your opinions, do, 
 Or hasten away to your silent dominions, do ! 
 You judge Time's inventions amiss, from not knowing 
 
 them, 
 Like men who judge fruits from the seeds, without 
 
 sowing them ; 
 We know these new things are too good to dispute on, 
 
 sirs, 
 And we 're proud of the first city fathers of Newton, 
 
 sirs. 
 
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 SACKED, O GOD, TO THEE. 
 
 DEDICATION HYMN FOR THE DEDHAM HOME FOR WAIF BOYS. 
 
 SACRED, God, to Thee, 
 This home of ours, 
 Its sunny slopes and fields, 
 Its peaceful bowers ; 
 Sacred, O God, to Thee, 
 Thine may it ever be, — 
 Both Thine and ours. 
 
 Here may the cliildren learn 
 
 To lisp Thy praise ; 
 Here infant hearts grow strong 
 
 In wisdom's ways ; 
 All that is evil spurn, 
 For all true goodness yearn, — 
 
 All to Thy praise. 
 
 And let Thy favor rest 
 
 On those whose love 
 Opened this rural home, 
 
 Garden, and grove ; 
 As all the good are blest. 
 Thy blessing on them rest. 
 
 Heaven and love. 
 
 After the weeping May, 
 
 Springs a bright June ; 
 After a brief eclipse. 
 
 Shines the full moon ; 
 After earth's twilight ray. 
 Be ours a peaceful day, — 
 
 Heaven's glorious noon. 
 June U, 1886. 
 
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 THE CONSECKATION OF A CEMETERY. 
 
 Written June 6, 1857, for the dedication of Newton Cemetery ; also 
 sung at dedication of Rose Hill Cemetery, Chicago, 111. 
 
 DEEP 'mid these dim and silent shades 
 The shimbering dead shall lie, 
 Tranquil as summer evening fades 
 Along the western sky. 
 
 The whispering winds shall linger here 
 
 To lull their deep repose, — 
 Like music on the dewy air, 
 
 Like nightfall on the rose. 
 
 Light through the twining boughs shall shed 
 
 Its calm and cheerful ray, 
 As hope springs from the dying bed 
 
 And points to perfect day. 
 
 Around each funeral urn shall cling 
 
 The fairest, freshest flowers, — 
 Emblem of heaven's eternal spring. 
 
 And brighter lands than ours. 
 
 Gathered from thousand homes, the dust 
 
 In soft repose shall lie. 
 Like garnered seed in holy trust 
 
 For immortality. 
 
 Room for the households ! till the morn 
 
 Its "lories shall restore. 
 And on the silent sleepers dawn 
 
 The day that fades no more. 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 125 
 
 CHANGE AND WORK. 
 
 Fbom a poem read before the Lasselle Female Seminary, 
 Auburmlale, Mass. 
 
 A' 
 
 PROEM. 
 
 S I sat, on " the Fourth," in the land of the free, 
 With the banner of freedom above my head 
 waving, 
 And sang of the bliss which true liberty gives, 
 
 And praised the brave men who our blessings are 
 saving, 
 
 A ves.<^el of war sailed down on my lee. 
 And calmly invited my bark to surrender. 
 
 With broadsides of compliments, such as you hear. 
 When the borrower comes to pay court to the 
 lender. 
 
 I found it was useless to plead for release, 
 
 Or in terms of excuse to beseech him for quarter ; 
 
 What landsman would venture to parry with words, 
 The shots of an iron-clad craft of the water ? 
 
 For safety, steer clear of all naval rigs. 
 
 Or gun-boats or monitors, frigates or brigs. 
 
 My bark to his mercy, I chose to surrender, — 
 
 " Lady Muse " is her name ; of course he '11 defend hei. 
 
 So, here, Mr. Briggs, is your poem on " work ; " 
 I could n't refuse it, you good-natured Turk ; 
 You 're a despot of learning, and in power to-day ; 
 So be absolute monarch, and have your own way ! 
 
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 POEM. 
 
 In nursery, college, work, fashion, and art ; 
 
 In country and city, in village and mart ; 
 
 In trade and mechanics, on land and on sea; 
 
 In climes ruled by despots, or ruled by the free ; 
 
 Where flashes the flame of war's lurid glare ; 
 
 Where wave the sweet banners of peace on the air ; 
 
 In tropical heat, in the teeth of the cold, 
 
 With the youthful and fair, the wrinkled and old ; 
 
 In circles polite, with the rough honest seamen ; 
 
 In London, Berlin, Caffreland, and Van Diemau, — 
 
 It reigns over all, with a merciless sceptre, 
 
 Since Eve took the fruit, — 0, had Adam but kept her, 
 
 Through grace, this great tyrant one triumph had lost, 
 
 And Earth's first temptation no sorrow had cost. 
 
 I sing no new theme ; everywhere you shall find it : 
 
 No force can resist, no fetters can bind it ; 
 
 No genius of man can command it away ; 
 
 No strength but must bow, its nod to obey ; 
 
 No bribe, no condition, can limit the range 
 
 Of that power despotic, ubiquitous, — Change I 
 
 It comes in our troubles, our bondage to sever ; 
 Without it would toothache be toothache forever. 
 It rouses, but calms, the wild billows at sea ; 
 It gathers the storm, but compels it to flee ; 
 Wakes daylight from gloom, and purples each ray 
 That beams in the west at the setting of day ; 
 Spreads earth in the spring with a mantle of pride ; 
 And whitens and jewels it o'er like a bride. 
 When the nuts have been cracked by the frosts of 
 
 October, 
 And beauty autumnal, grown silent and sober, 
 
CIVIC INTERESTS AND OCCASIONS. 127 
 
 Rests under the snow, — fair mantle, but strange, 
 Wrought to hide like a pall, the triumph of Change ! 
 
 We hate it ; we love it, avoid it, or seek. 
 We praise what endures ; yet, with attitude meek, 
 A change of condition we anxiously woo, — 
 Convinced 't will be better, if only 't is new. 
 
 So begs the fair child, as he runs from his play, 
 
 And stands by the side of his grandmother gray. 
 
 To see the new volume of pictures just bought, 
 
 Of tilings never seen, and of battles ne'er fought, 
 
 To turn every leaf, with the hastiest kiss. 
 
 In love with the next, impatient of this ; 
 
 The glance of an instant, enough for his brain ; 
 
 The scenery must then be shifted again. 
 
 The child, like a mirror, reflects but the man, — 
 
 Two sizes worked out on the very same plan. 
 
 The farmer, uneasy, is weary of toil. 
 Despises the slow-growing wealth of the soil ; 
 Aspires to be rich in a day without work, 
 To eat like an alderman, smoke like a Turk. 
 Leaving turnips and hay, he sells buttons and braid. 
 He stocks a fine store, plays gymnastics in trade ; 
 Talks wisely of tariffs and duties and laces, 
 Of cases of goods, and of fraudulent cases ; 
 Drives a fine, fancy horse, buys a costly piano. 
 And frowns if they say his wealth smells of guano ; 
 Consumes in one year what he gathered in ten. 
 And must climb from the foot of the ladder again. 
 
 He thought he should see his broad acres extend ; 
 Have money in plenty, to use and to lend ; 
 Take his wife to the mountains, the sea or the springs ; 
 Wear broadcloth the finest, and costliest rings ; 
 
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 In talk about politics take his full share ; 
 
 And live, dainty soul, untroubled by care, 
 
 In fashion recherchd, a life without labor, 
 
 Assured of success, like some fortunate neighbor ; — 
 
 But no farmer grows rich who sets up for a shirk, 
 
 Or aims, when turned merchant, to live without work. 
 
 The land swarms with men of that gaseous body, 
 The self-styled dlite, — the American shoddy, 
 Eaised up from the shop or the loom, in a day, 
 By arts reckoned honest, because " it will pay ; " 
 But all things good and great, of human pursuit. 
 Are of patience and time the slow-growing fruit. 
 The gourd that grows swiftly, as swiftly may die ; 
 The wealth quickly won, as quickly may fly ; 
 The coral, reared up from the depths of the waves, 
 Where sea-monsters sport in their dim-lighted caves, 
 The effort of ages, built, grain upon grain. 
 Is slowly constructed, but long shall remain. 
 
 So springs, with bright promise, the germ from the 
 
 shell, 
 Where, hidden, it lay in its prison-like cell ; 
 And, nurtured by sunlight, by heat, dew, and rain, 
 It waves on the hill, it smiles o'er the plain ; 
 It drinks every morning the sweet-scented dew, 
 Still drinking, and growing, and drinking anew ; 
 It bathes in the glory of noon-tide and even. 
 But slowly matures, — like mortals for heaven. 
 
 He whom pain cannot conquer, nor hardship can foil, 
 Grows great by endurance, grows nobler by toil ; 
 And fragrant with good are the paths which he trod, 
 And grand is his rest in the bosom of God ! 
 
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 PATRIOTIC EXAMPLES AND 
 LNCENTIYES. 
 
 THE FATHERS AND THEIR 
 STRUGGLES. 
 
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 A TRIBUTE TO COLUMBUS. 
 
 'ESTWABD, brave seaman, sail, 
 
 Pressed on by every gale ; 
 God is thy guide ! 
 Westward, and nothing fear ; 
 Westward, thy pathway steer, 
 Till some new land appear 
 Beyond the tide. 
 
 Day and night went and came ; 
 Led by God's pillared flame. 
 
 All sails unfurled, 
 The seaman trod the deck, 
 Fearless of storm or wreck, 
 When rose a distant speck, — 
 
 Lo ! the new world ! 
 
 Wliat found he on these shores ? 
 Fair isles and golden stores, — 
 
 Riches unknown ; 
 But, fairer still, to be 
 A land of liberty. 
 Reaching from sea to sea, — 
 
 Freedom's high throne. 
 
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130 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 God of the sea and land, 
 We trace Thy mighty hand ; 
 
 We own Thy power. 
 Here set Thy rightful throne ; 
 Make the new world Thine own ; 
 Eule its expanse, alone, 
 
 Forevermore. 
 
 October 21, 1892. 
 
 >J«io 
 
 AMEEICA, THE WESTEEN FLOWER 
 
 TWAS planted while the wintry winds 
 Athwart the earth were sweeping, 
 And deep beneath the snowy crust 
 The summer flowers lay sleeping. 
 " Take," said the sower to the sod, 
 
 " The seed I love and cherish ; 
 Though bleak December, I must trust 
 The grain — survive or perish ! " 
 
 Stern winter round the struggling plant 
 
 Sent down, in furious rattle. 
 Its rain and sleet, its hail and snow. 
 
 Like shot and shell in battle. 
 Sharp was the air, and rough the soil. 
 
 The tender rootlets grew in ; 
 And half sent up a verdant sprout, 
 
 And half was but a ruin. 
 
 Above the growing plant they stretched 
 A blue and crimson awning, — 
 
 Fair as the brilliant arch on high, 
 That canopies the dawning, 
 
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 Relieved with silver stars the blue, 
 
 With white, the crimson edging. 
 The sacred soil with wavy lines, 
 
 Like ocean surges, hedging. 
 
 But round the plant, while burning skies 
 
 With heat scorched all the garden. 
 The awning wet with tears like dew. 
 
 Stretched by the faithful warden, 
 Sheltered the flower with stamens dark, 
 
 Till, morning's redness breaking, 
 The foe that w^atched the flower with hate, 
 
 Slept, and knew no awaking. 
 
 And in the fragrant, sunlit air, 
 
 Around the nations breathing, 
 First in the circle of delights 
 
 The world's fair Eden wreathing. 
 Smiles the bright blossom, sweeter far 
 
 Than flowers of Eastern story, 
 Watered with tears and blood, and reared 
 
 To be a people's glory. 
 
 The seed was sown when pilgrim feet 
 
 On Plymouth Rock descended ; 
 And watered, when the sires and sons 
 
 Their tears and labors blended ; 
 And scorched by drought when conflict drove 
 
 Its plough of desolation ; 
 And waved in glory, when, like flowers, 
 
 Bloomed here, a new-born nation. 
 
132 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 THE PILGEIM FATHEES. 
 
 IN MEMORY OF THEIR LANDING UPON PLYMOUTH ROCK 
 ON THE 21STDAY OF DECEMBER, 1620. 
 
 THEY left old England's cultured homes, 
 Its broad green fields, its sunny skies, 
 Its tall cathedral-spires and domes, 
 As the first pair left Paradise. 
 
 They found a forest, wild and bleak. 
 
 Cold, threatening skies and frozen sod, — 
 
 Brave noble souls, resolved to seek 
 Deliverance from the oppressor's rod. 
 
 They left the dear ancestral shrines, 
 The altars where their fathers bowed, 
 
 Graves where their hallowed dust reclines. 
 
 The fields they reaped, the hills they ploughed. 
 
 They found a stormy, cheerless coast. 
 Swept by fierce winds and savage men ; 
 
 Nature's rude growth, the heathen's boast ; 
 The rockbound shores, the wild beast's den. 
 
 Yet came they fearless, bold, and brave, — 
 
 Not theirs to bow to men the knee. 
 Unfettered as the ocean wave, — 
 
 God's freemen, whom the truth made free. 
 
 The wintry forests' dim defiles 
 
 Woke, their triumphant psalms to hear. 
 
 And rocks, and hills, and distant isles 
 Echoed their pilgrim-hymns of cheer. 
 
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 wise to plan, justly famed ! 
 
 O strong iu patient faith to wait ! 
 These are the noble sires who framed 
 
 And built New England's early state. 
 
 TEA-DEINKING. 
 
 AN AMERICAN BALLAD. 
 
 GOOD-MORNING, Ma'am, I come to bring 
 From mother, Mrs. B., 
 Her compliments, and ask you down, 
 To take a cup of tea. 
 
 " Do come ! " aside " ('T is such a fuss 
 
 To have one's friends to tea, 
 Ma wants to have it over with.) 
 
 Come early, — say, by three." 
 
 Now Mrs. B. was bound to have 
 
 A little talk, you know ; 
 And Mrs. A. was bound to tell 
 
 Her thoughts, — just so and so. 
 
 A tax, dear Mrs. B. resolved 
 
 O'er Mrs. A. to come, — 
 " Bring threepence with you, Mrs. A." 
 
 " Yes, but I won't be dumb." 
 
 " You shall ! " "I won't," .said Mrs. A, 
 
 " I '11 speak my mind, I will ! " 
 "You sha'n't," said Mrs. B., "you sha'n't; 
 
 But bring the pennies still." 
 
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 And so the gentle ladies talked, 
 
 Full of rare pluck and ire, 
 Till words, condensed, were changed to deeds. 
 
 And tea distUled in fire. 
 
 " You 're a side-issue, Mrs. A." 
 
 "You're ditto, Mrs B." 
 So Father Adam used to say, 
 
 Petting with Mother Eve. 
 
 " Whether a side-issue or not, 
 
 I think, at last, you '11 see 
 There 's something brewing, red as blood, 
 
 Coiled in a cup of tea." 
 
 Then Mrs. A. a feast announced, 
 Long since, we well remember, 
 
 In Boston, near a famous wharf, 
 One still night in December. 
 
 She hired some red-skinned caterers, 
 
 Who lived beside the sea, 
 To heat the water, and prepare 
 
 A real strong cup of tea. 
 
 Now Mrs. B. stood near, and leaned 
 
 On Mr. Gage's arm, — 
 " I hope this party may not lead," 
 
 She said, " to any harm." 
 
 " Why, Mrs. A.," at length, she said, 
 
 " Tea only, and no cakes ! " 
 " I have some cake in Concord, Ma'am, 
 
 I 've stored it for your sakes." 
 
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 " Then bring it on ! " "I won't." " You shall 1 " 
 
 " Go take it, if you can ! 
 Lord Percy, at his peril, tries, 
 
 Or any other man." 
 
 An old conundrum asks, I think, 
 
 Pray tell me, do you see, — 
 " Why is it, sir, that living men 
 
 Sometimes are just like tea ? " 
 
 " I 'm poor at guessing ; ask, I pray. 
 Old England's honored daughter, — " 
 
 " Because their worth is best revealed 
 When plunged into hot water." 
 
 And Mrs. B., a noble dame. 
 
 At last grew proud to own 
 Dear Mrs. A., — who stoutly spurned 
 
 To bow to Britain's throne. 
 
 And Mrs. B. sent up her boys, 
 
 Who soon marched down again ; 
 They hurried back to Boston town, 
 
 Wiser, but fewer men. 
 
 A little quarrel then arose. 
 
 Dear Mrs. A. and B. — 
 Such pulling caps ! such burning words ! 
 
 " You shall ! " "I won't ! " " You '11 see 1 " 
 
 'Twas fourth July, when Mrs. A. 
 
 Her pretty foot set down, 
 And said, " Now mark me, Mrs. B., 
 
 I '11 brook nor kings, nor crown." 
 
136 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 The bands were cut. A. shouted, " Free ! " 
 B. said, " Amen ! " but missed her ; 
 
 Compelled to yield, she nobly cried, 
 " Dear A., thou art my sister ! " 
 
 With tears of love and clasping hands, 
 One blue arch bending o'er us. 
 
 One bright, broad sea, that binds the land 
 Behind, to land before us. 
 
 Alike in faith, alike in speech, 
 
 Nursed on one parent knee. 
 We 're hasting o'er this watery track, 
 
 To driak that cup of tea. 
 
 And while the fragrant fumes ascend, 
 
 Like mists above the sea. 
 Each land, to the same tune shall sing, 
 
 " My country, 't is of thee." 
 
 Britain the music shall provide, 
 The mother land which lures us ; 
 
 And we will bring the hearty words, — 
 One soul, one ringuig chorus. 
 
 Steamer " Parthia " on the Atlantic Ocean, 
 July 4, 1875. 
 
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 PAUL REVEEE'S EIDE. 
 
 HANG out the lantern ! Let oppression quail ! 
 The pen of history shall record the tale ; 
 A feeble taper, flashing o'er the sea, 
 But the first signal light of liberty. 
 
 Hang out the lantern ! Veiled by friendly night, 
 A watchful horseman waits, to catch the light. 
 Then warn the sleeping people, far and near^ 
 Who is the patriot rider ? Paul Eevere. 
 
 Eide on ! Eide on ! O valiant horseman ! Wake 
 Fathers and sons a stern defence to make, 
 Armed with brave hands and hearts, resolved to be, 
 Through Heaven's behest, a nation of the free. 
 
 The foemen started bravely on their way. 
 But found the freemen ready for the fray, 
 Waiting their coming, — men who knew no fear. 
 Prepared for battle ! — roused by Paul Eevere. 
 
 High thoughts, strong souls, firm wills then showed 
 
 their power ; 
 Then Independence struck the nation's hour. 
 The patriots won the day ! and Percy's men. 
 Conquered and broken, sought their camps again. 
 
 The feeble lantern in the belfry hung. 
 With llickerhig rays o'er the still water's flung, — 
 A central sun, that nevermore declines, — 
 Still round the world, a radiant signal, shines. 
 
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 Strong men, great hearts, the stirring times required, 
 With matchless zeal and fervent purpose fired, 
 But none more grandly served the cause so dear, 
 Than the brave patriot rider, Paul Eevere. 
 
 Old North Church, Boston, 
 April 18, 1894. 
 
 PATEIOT'S DAY. 
 
 APRIL 19, 1775. 
 Written for the " Sons of the Revolution," of the State of lowa. 
 
 P RAISE to the brave and true ! 
 Men prompt to dare and do, — 
 To do, or die ; 
 Blazoned on history's page, 
 Men for their stormy age. 
 Fearless the fight to wage, 
 Scorning to fly. 
 
 They, with prophetic eye, 
 Saw, through the lurid sky, 
 
 The goal they sought, — 
 A nation of the free, 
 A land of liberty, 
 Stretching from sea to sea, — 
 
 glorious thought ! 
 
 They hailed the coming state. 
 Patient to toil and wait. 
 Suffered and bled ; 
 
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 Death strode o'er hill and plain ; 
 With hunger, cold, and pain ; 
 Hope rose, to sink again. 
 Till years had fled. 
 
 But forward, onward still, 
 They of the iron will 
 
 Pressed, undismayed. 
 A nation's love they claim ; 
 Born to immortal fame, 
 What lustre lights each name. 
 
 Never to fade ! 
 
 Hail, patriots ! whose brave hands 
 Over these fair, free lands 
 
 Tlieir flag unfurled ; 
 Men, by all times admired. 
 To noble deeds inspired, 
 By whom " the shot" was fired, 
 
 " Heard round the world." 
 
 sons of noble sires, 
 Who, amid war's dread fires, 
 
 To triumph rode ! 
 Proud of the deeds they wrought. 
 With countless blessings fraught. 
 Cherish the land they bought, — 
 
 The tiif t of God. 
 
 April 19, 1894. 
 
140 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 INDEPENDENCE DAY, JULY 4, 1776. 
 
 AUSPICIOUS morning, hail ! 
 Voices from hill and vale 
 Thy welcome sing : 
 Joy on thy dawning breaks ; 
 Each heart that joy partakes, 
 While cheerful music wakes, 
 Its praise to bring. 
 
 When on the tyrant's rod 
 Our patriot fathers trod. 
 
 And dared be free ; 
 'T was not in burning zeal, 
 Firm nerves, and hearts of steel. 
 Our country's joy to seal. 
 
 But, Lord, in Thee. 
 
 Thou, as a shield of power. 
 In battle's awful hour. 
 
 Didst round us stand ; 
 Our hopes were in Thy throne ; 
 Strong in Thy might alone, 
 By Thee our banners shone, 
 
 God of our land ! 
 
 Long o'er our native hills, 
 Long by our shaded rills. 
 
 May Freedom rest ! 
 Long may our shores have peace, 
 Our flag grace every breeze, 
 Our ships, the distant seas. 
 
 From east to west ! 
 
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 Peace on this day abide, 
 From morn till even-tide ; 
 
 Wake, tuneful song ; 
 Melodious accents raise. 
 Let every heart, with praise, 
 Bring high and grateful lays, 
 
 Rich, full, and strong. 
 
 Onward the echo floats ; 
 Sublime and swelling notes 
 
 On the air sail ; 
 From fearless hearts and free. 
 The lofty minstrelsy 
 Eises, God, to Thee 
 
 Hail, Freedom, hail ! 
 
 THE CHILDREN'S INDEPENDENCE DAY. 
 
 The first poem written for Lowell Mason, and for July 4, 1830. 
 
 H 
 
 ARK ! Music wakes 
 Among the mountains. 
 And thunder breaks 
 Along the fountains ; 
 Each river bank is gay with flowers, 
 More bright than rainbows in the showers. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Come, children, bring a cheerful lay, 
 To welcome Independence Day 1 
 
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 The banner floats 
 
 In beauty shining ; 
 And charming notes, 
 So sweet combining, 
 Proclaim 'tis Freedom's holy light 
 That beams on every side so bright ! 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 The temple gates 
 
 Eing loud with singing, 
 While infant mates 
 
 Their songs are bringing, 
 The God of victory to praise, 
 And swelling notes of triumph raise ! 
 
 Chokus. 
 
 We are the young 
 
 Of Freedom's nation ; 
 Wake every tongue 
 In adoration. 
 Let music float on every breeze ; 
 And whisper praises, all ye trees ! 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 This joyful day. 
 
 Of glad emotion. 
 
 Shall pass away 
 
 In sweet devotion 
 
 To God who gave our fathers peace. 
 
 To joyous friends, and childish bliss. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
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 THE FOURTH OF JULY REMEMBERED. 
 
 SCHOOL CELEBRATION, JULY 24, 1832. 
 
 HOW brightly shone heaven's holy light, 
 Along the path our fathers trod ! 
 They girded them to deeds of might, 
 Depending on the arm of God. 
 
 So in the guiding cloud by day, 
 So 'mid the night, in pillared flame. 
 
 Did Israel see the chosen way, 
 
 Marked by their God, where'er they came. 
 
 Loosed from a foreign monarch's yoke. 
 The children of the brave and free, 
 
 God, Thy blessing we invoke, 
 
 And yield glad homage. Lord, to Thee. 
 
 Our Father, let our happy land 
 
 Still smile beneath Thy guardian care ; 
 
 Let peace be ours, by Thy command, 
 And health be wafted on the air. 
 
 We bless Thee for the joys we know ; 
 
 We praise Thee for this happy day ; 
 Still guide us, in the paths we go. 
 
 And lead us in Thy own right way. 
 
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 HYMN FOE THE FOUETH OF JULY.i 
 
 [Tune: "Keller's American Hj/mn."] 
 
 LAND of the freemen and home of the brave ! 
 Soil which our fathers have bought with their 
 blood ! 
 Dear is each mountain, rock, river, and grave, 
 Fields where their feet on Oppression have trod ; 
 Heroes, whose feet on oppressors have trod. 
 Green are their laurels and honored each grave ; 
 Blest be the soil they have wet with their blood, 
 Land of the freemen and home of the brave ! 
 
 Peace o'er this land of the happy and free 
 Folds her fair pinions in loving repose ; 
 Liberty reigns from the sea to the sea ; 
 Freedom, triumphant, exults o'er her foes ; 
 Freedom, triumphant, exults o'er her foes ; 
 Tidings of hope echo far o'er the sea, 
 Bidding the nations oppressed to repose, 
 Sheltered by peace, in this land of the free. 
 
 God, our protector, our strength is in Thee, 
 Strong to deliver, and mighty to save ; 
 Calm each wild tempest that sweeps o'er the sea, 
 Calm the fierce passions that swell like the wave ; 
 Soothe the fierce tumult that swells like the wave, 
 Breathe with the whispers of love o'er the sea. 
 God, we rely on Thy mercy to save ; 
 God, our protector, our strength is in Thee. 
 
 1 NewtOQ City Celebration, July 4, 1870. 
 
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 THE FATHEES EEMEMBERED. 
 
 HOW pure in zeal, how firm in faith, 
 Sternly the early patriots stood ! 
 Eeady to buy, come life or death, 
 Their freedom at the price of blood. 
 
 They scorned in craven fear to bend ; 
 
 No tyrant power could make them quail ; 
 " Our rights, as freemen, we defend ; 
 
 Our cause is God's — it cannot fail." 
 
 Slender in means, in numbers few, 
 
 But high in aim and grand in thought ; 
 
 Nobly they spoke, brave men and true, 
 And nobler deeds of valor wrought. 
 
 A century's march, through peace and blood 
 Has left their influence still impressed 
 
 On all the hills their footsteps trod. 
 On fields their presence never blessed. 
 
 Our fathers' God, we own Thy power ; 
 
 Thy mighty fiat made us free. 
 Our help in that decisive hour, 
 
 StUl may we put our trust in Thee. 
 
 Wi:«DERMERE, ENGLAND, May 30, 1876. 
 
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146 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 ODE IN MEMOEY OF EKANKLIN.i 
 
 [TcNE : " Auld Lang Syne."] 
 
 OLD Time rolls by, but gently breathes 
 On Franklin's glorious fame, 
 And all its freshest laurel wreathes 
 
 Around his honored name. 
 Bring summer's bloom his brow to adorn, 
 
 Bring spring's most gorgeous flowers ; 
 He, with celestial yearnings born. 
 Made Nature's secrets ours. 
 
 Bid the swift lightning write his name 
 
 In blue electric fire, 
 And roaring thunders loud proclaim 
 
 Him whom all lands admire. 
 Stand, patriot, sage, in lasting bronze. 
 
 By grateful art enshrined ; 
 Live in ten thousand gathering sons, — 
 
 Thy meed, the polished mind. 
 
 The sparkling gift each year revives 
 
 Thy high renown again, 
 Linked with the history of our lives, — 
 
 Thy trophies, living men. 
 So Time rolls by, but gently breathes 
 
 On Franklin's glorious fame, 
 And all its freshest laurels wreathes 
 
 Around his honored name. 
 
 1 "Written for the " Association of Franklin Medal Scholars,' 
 Boston, Edward Everett, orator. 
 
PATRIOTIC EXAMPLES AND INCENTIVES. 147 
 
 THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 
 
 Read before the Nonantum Drill Club, Newton, Massachusetts, 
 February 22, 1864. 
 
 HONORED and loved, the patriot and the sage, 
 Born for thy own and every coming age, 
 Thy country's champion, Freedom's chosen son, — 
 We hail thy birth-day, glorious Washington. 
 
 Nurtured in courage, industry, and truth, 
 Thy noble childhood, and thy generous youth, 
 Like spring's sweet blossoms on the sturdy tree, — 
 Gave early promise of the fruit to be ; 
 And well it ripened, as the years rolled on, 
 And stood in manhood, glorious Washington. 
 
 Dark was the storm that gathered, far and wide, 
 
 When rose in threatening might the oppressor's pride. 
 
 And men, brave-hearted, stood in battle strong, 
 
 Resolved to avenge the right and smite the wrong. 
 
 Fierce was the fight, and many a hero fell ; 
 
 Green are their laurels, and they earned them well. 
 
 Nursed in the lap of hardship, sternly taught 
 
 To value great ideas and high, free thought. 
 
 With noble sacrifice they staked their all. 
 
 To stand with Freedom, or with her to fall ; 
 
 And many a patriot mother gave her son, 
 
 But one alone gave glorious Washington. 
 
 Keep ye his memory green ; preserve his fame ; 
 Live in his spirit; love his honored name ; 
 Teach lisping childhood how the warrior stood, 
 A tower of strength 'mid scenes of strife and blood. 
 
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 Let men and mothers to their infants tell, 
 
 How Freedom triumphed and Oppression fell. 
 
 When he, the chieftain of the brave and free. 
 
 Led on our troops to joy and victory. 
 
 No son was his to bear his cherished name, — 
 
 No son, thank God ! to bring his father shame ; 
 
 But every patriot is a worthy son, 
 
 To bear thy name and title, Washington ! 
 
 They wear their honors well, these sons of ours. 
 Trained by fierce fight to show sublimer powers ; 
 Taught like the eagle, when the storm beats high. 
 With stronger wing to cleave the threatening sky. 
 And reach through raging winds the cliffs above. 
 Where dwell serenely liberty and love. 
 Grow strong, through toil, to bear our banners on, 
 As he once bore them, glorious Washington ! 
 
 The storms will pass. The flag, in battle torn, 
 Will wear new honors, by our sons upborne ; 
 Fast anchored on the Right, a glorious rock. 
 The cause of Freedom shall not feel the shock 
 That aims its force against the Ship of State. 
 Weak billows, vain your vengeance, vain your hate ! 
 More patriot mothers have more sons to send ; 
 More noble hearts have treasures still to spend ; 
 More patriot sinews have more strength to give ; 
 More loving hearts have loving lives to live, — 
 And Freedom shall not lack a faithful son 
 To track thy steps, glorious Washington ! 
 
PATRIOTIC EXAMPLES AND INCENTIVES. 140 
 
 THE SONS AND THEIR STRUGGLES. 
 
 PATRIOT SONS OF PATRIOT SIRES.^ 
 
 [Tune : " Young America."] 
 
 THE small life, coiled within the seed, — 
 A promise hid away, — 
 But dimly heralds what shall be 
 When comes the perfect day ; 
 But sun, and rain, and frost, and heat 
 
 Enrich the fertile fields, 
 And the small life of earlier years 
 A waving harvest yields. 
 
 The corn that slumbers in the hill, — 
 
 A disk of golden grain, — 
 Stands up at last, a rustling host. 
 
 And covers all the plain ; 
 Who knows to what the infant germ. 
 
 In coming seasons, leads, 
 Or how the golden grain expands. 
 
 And mighty armies feeds ! 
 
 The acorn, in its little cup, 
 
 High on the l)reezy hill, 
 Waits for the fulness of the times. 
 
 Its mission to fulfil, 
 
 1 This poem was written on the 22d day of Febrnary, 1894, as the 
 closing patriotic selection of " Beacon Lights of Patriotism." 
 
150 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 And year by year grows grand and strong, — 
 
 What shall the future be ? 
 A noble forest on the land, 
 
 Or navy on the sea. 
 
 The bright-eyed boys, who crowd our schools, 
 
 The knights of book and pen, 
 Weary of childish games and moods, 
 
 Will soon be stalwart men ; 
 The leaders in the race of life. 
 
 The men to win applause. 
 The great minds, born to guide the State, 
 
 The wise, to make the laws. 
 
 Teach them to guard with jealous care 
 
 The land that gave them birth. 
 As patriot sons of patriot sires, — 
 
 The dearest spot of earth ; 
 Teach them the sacred trust to keep. 
 
 Like true men, pure and brave, 
 And o'er them, through the ages, bid 
 
 Freedom's fair banner wave. 
 
PATRIOTIC EXAMPLES AND INCENTIVES. 151 
 
 THE CIXCINNATAE. 
 
 At a meeting of the " Woman's Relief Corps, G. A. K," in Boston, 
 August, 1890, the author of "America " suggested the organization of 
 a Society similar to tliat which, under the name of " Cincinnati " repre- 
 sents the " Sons of the Revolution." The suggestion was entertained, 
 and the following responsive tribute was written upon the occasion. 
 
 ROUSE to defend the land ye love. 
 Ye stalwart men and brave ; 
 O'er all its breadth, from sea to sea, 
 Bid Freedom's banner wave. 
 
 They heard, they stood, in serried ranks 
 They marched at Freedom's call ; 
 
 One hope beat high in every heart, 
 One thought inspired them all. 
 
 Deep in the furrow where it sank, 
 The plough, ungeared, stood still, 
 
 Wliile broader plans and loftier aims. 
 Waited the freemen's will. 
 
 So Cincinnatus bravely led 
 
 His Roman soldiers, true ; 
 So, fearless, trod through fields of blood 
 
 Our Cincinnati too. 
 
 And who are these, of finer mould, 
 With loving heart and hand, 
 
 Alert to feel, and quick to help, — 
 A noble female band ? 
 
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 These loving hands have waved farewell 
 
 To men to glory led ; 
 These loving eyes, with bitter tears, 
 
 Have wept o'er soldiers dead. 
 
 And when the storm of battle ceased, 
 'T was theirs to weld the chain, 
 
 Whose broken links were scattered wide, 
 In brotherhood again. 
 
 Their loving voices join to swell 
 
 The anthem of the free ; 
 Their loving lips, harmonious, sing, 
 
 "My country, 'tis of thee." 
 
 Hail, mothers, daughters, sisters, wives 
 
 Of men to freedom true ! 
 The land redeemed is proud to claim 
 
 Our Cincinnatae, too. 
 
 THE DAUGHTEES OF THE AMEEICAN 
 REVOLUTION. 
 
 Written at the request of Mrs. Edward Eoby, of Chicago, on the 
 gift of an autograph copy of the hymn " America," to Miss Eugenie 
 Washington, a grand-niece of General Washington, in connection with 
 the First Congress of the Daughters of the American Revolution, 
 held in the City of Washington, June, 1892. 
 
 THEY gathered from the south and north, 
 The mountains and the sea. 
 In memory of the men who died. 
 
 Martyrs of liberty, — 
 Men pledged to plant, in this fair land, 
 A nation of the free ; 
 
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 Who gave their wealth, who gave their blood, 
 
 And gave them not in vain ; 
 And history spreads its halo round 
 
 Where rest the patriot slain. 
 Where Freedom's glorious spirit throbbed, 
 
 That spirit throbs again. 
 
 The harvest sown in blood and tears 
 
 A grateful nation reaps ; 
 A hallowed jubilee of love 
 
 The land they rescued keeps, 
 And o'er the green fields where they died 
 
 Its fragrant tribute heaps. 
 
 From east to west, from south to north. 
 
 From tossing sea to sea, 
 They breathe, in tones that love inspires, 
 
 " Sweet land of liberty," 
 Singing, in joyful harmony, 
 
 " My country, 't is of thee." 
 
 The daughters of the good and brave 
 
 Shall keep their memory well ; 
 And age to youth, and sire to son. 
 
 The grand old tale shall tell ; 
 And woman's tears shall consecrate 
 
 The rich fields where they fell. 
 
 I see them where above them bends 
 
 The one o'er-arching sky ; 
 I hear the tune from Northern throats, 
 
 I hear the South reply : 
 One heart, one home, one pulse, one land; 
 
 And one, we live or die. 
 
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 Sisters, accept this grateful pledge ; 
 
 Our hopes, our hearts are one ; 
 Or south, or north, naught shall divide, 
 
 We live beneath one sun. 
 Peace breathes, in ecstasy of love ; 
 
 The goal we seek is won. 
 
 Davenport, Iowa, March 4, 1893. 
 
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 FLING OUT THE BANNER 
 
 Fbom verses read at the dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society at 
 Cambridge, July 17, 1862. 
 
 FLING out the banner on the breeze. 
 Shake out each starry fold ; 
 Summon the stalwart soldiers forth. 
 
 The mighty and the bold, — 
 The bell of Freedom from its tower 
 Its solemn call has tolled. 
 
 Marshal the legions for the fight, 
 
 The youthful and the brave ; 
 Stand for the noble and the right. 
 
 The glorious Union save ; 
 Stand for the cause for which their blood 
 
 Our patriot fathers gave. 
 
 Above the clouds the brilliant sky 
 
 Shines in immortal blue ; 
 And light, like Heaven's approving smile. 
 
 Streams in its glory through. 
 Be patient, till the strife is o'er ; 
 
 Have faith to dare and do. 
 
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 Bear on our banner, let it tell 
 
 The triumph of the brave ; 
 On every breeze that sweeps our hills, 
 
 In glory let it wave, 
 O'er all the land, o'er all our streams, 
 
 O'er every soldier's grave. 
 
 A year of battles ! not in vain 
 
 This contest of the free ; 
 This rousing of the nation's heart, 
 
 Like storms that rouse the sea, — 
 The fiery test has but refined 
 
 The love of liberty. 
 
 Then fling the banner to the wind, 
 
 The emblem of the free ; 
 Strike the sweet harp-tones that proclaim 
 
 The reign of liberty, 
 And bid the melody rebound 
 
 From every trembling key. 
 
 And count each star that studs the blue, 
 
 Whate'cr the past has been, 
 A wayward wanderer welcomed back 
 
 To fill its place again, — 
 A loving baud of sister-lights, 
 
 Just like the old thirteen. 
 
 Strike not one jewel from the crest 
 
 The loving mother wore ; 
 Reset the gems upon her breast, 
 
 Each where it shone before ; 
 Clasp in the glorious cynosure 
 
 The entire dear thirty-four. 
 
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 WAVE THE FLAG ON HIGH. 
 
 Read at a Flag-raising in Chelsea, Mass., July 5, 1869. 
 
 WAVE the new flag, exultant, o'er the land ; 
 Spread out its folds of beauty toward the sea ; 
 Bid softest winds its blood-bought charms expand ; 
 Hail it with shouts, — the banner of the free ! 
 
 Bears it the brilliant stripes of gleaming white ? — 
 Our cause is righteous, and our aim is pure. 
 
 Bears it the red ? — we battle for the right ; 
 Eed blood may flow, but Freedom shall endure. 
 
 Bears it the blue ? — to Heaven, our high appeal 
 In Christian gratitude and faith we raise ; 
 
 And every star, a new-made State, shall seal 
 Our fervent trust in God, — our joyful praise. 
 
 Count all the stars, the stripes, — both white and red, - 
 Where'er on sea or land the flag is seen ; 
 
 They tell how God our growing States has led, — 
 Stars, thirty-seven, and stripes, the " old thirteen." 
 
 Wave then, fair banner ! men may pass away, — 
 No mind can guess the changes yet to be, — 
 
 But thou, in beauty, hold thy blessed way, 
 Our flag of peace, our symbol of the free. 
 
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 THE PINE AND THE PALM. 
 
 AN ALLEGORY OF 1861-65. 
 
 ON Northern hills where bleak winds blow, 
 And crystalled branches twme, 
 Stood, in its never-fadmg green, 
 
 A strong and stately pine. 
 The evening came with balmy breath, 
 
 And gold and purple dyes ; 
 And glowing noon its heat diffused 
 
 From summer's ardent skies ; 
 And tempests roared, with crashing might, — 
 
 But little cared the tree, 
 Kocked by the storms, it sang for joy 
 
 Its own sweet minstrelsy. 
 
 On sunnier slopes, in milder airs, 
 
 In endless summer's calm, 
 In fragrant beauty towered on high 
 
 A graceful, nodding palm ; 
 Proudly it tossed its emerald head, 
 
 Wrapped in its haughty scorn, 
 Like roses in the lovelit bower, 
 
 Girt by the bristling thorn. 
 
 At length the wmds grew fierce and loud, 
 
 As through the palm they sung, 
 And reddening clouds around its head 
 
 A fiery lustre hung ; 
 An angry cadence on the air 
 
 Seemed fitfully to float. 
 And pine and palm, as if in ire, 
 
 With wild, discordant note. 
 
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 Driven by the tempest, answered each, 
 
 In sounds like rushing fire, 
 As if some demon in his wrath 
 
 Had swept his breaking lyre. 
 
 The sound passed on. A wreath of light 
 
 Came like a white-winged dove ; 
 Hovered like angels in their flight, 
 
 A messenger of love ; 
 Waved its bright form o'er pine and palm. 
 
 And touched them as it passed, — 
 The storm was laid, and notes of love 
 
 Came singing on the blast. 
 
 The flaming cloud dissolved in air ; 
 
 It lost its fiery hue. 
 And quenched the crimson of its cheek 
 
 In heaven's immortal blue ; 
 Peace shed again along the hills 
 
 Its breath of fragrant balm, — ■ 
 The waving palm-tree blessed the pine. 
 
 The waving pine, the palm. 
 
 THE MOENING COMETH. 
 
 These verses were written in 1862, under the never-faltering con- 
 viction that out of battle-struggle would come a crowning peace which 
 would bind in closer bonds than ever a reconciled and prosperous 
 people. 
 
 IT IS COMING, it is coming ! 
 As comes the blessed rain, 
 When the burning heat and dryness 
 Have scorched the waving grain. 
 
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 We hail the early promise, — 
 
 'T is uot in vaiu to wait ; 
 If the help serves God's great purpose, 
 
 It never comes too late. 
 
 It is coming, it is coming. 
 
 As comes the blessed dew 
 On the weary, fainting flowers 
 
 When the noun-tide heat is through ; 
 It comes in silent sweetness, 
 
 To comfort and to bless, — 
 We never hear its coming. 
 
 But it blesses none the less. 
 
 It is coming, it is coming ! 
 
 As the giant, rested, wakes. 
 As o'er the distant hill-tops 
 
 The morning redness breaks. 
 While the soldier on his picket, 
 
 His solemn vigil keeps. 
 The light already glimmers 
 
 On the highest rugged steeps. 
 
 It is coming, yes, 't is coming ! 
 
 But, prophet, poet, when ? 
 We have lavished forth like water. 
 
 Our treasure and our men. 
 We watch the cloudy pillar 
 
 That guides our devious way, 
 And, blinded in the darkness, 
 
 God bids our faith delay. 
 
160 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 It is coming, it is comiag ! 
 
 Love can calm the maddened brain, 
 And the palm-tree, and the pine-tree. 
 
 Interlace their boughs again ; 
 The corn and cotton ripen 
 
 For the loyal and the brave, 
 And free men till the acres 
 
 Of a land without a slave. 
 
 It is coming, it is coming, 
 
 Peace o'er all the land shall rest, 
 With a glory and a beauty 
 
 Like evening in the west ; 
 The noon-tide brightness lingers. 
 
 But God can give it glow ; 
 The forest sleeps in acorns, 
 
 But God can make it grow. 
 
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 MEMOEIAL HONOES. 
 
 GRATEFUL, the pious feast we keep 
 In memory of the dead ; 
 And, where the valiant soldiers sleep. 
 Strew honors o'er their bed. 
 
 As spring-flowers deck the silent earth, 
 
 As stars the skies illume, 
 These loving tributes, lo ! we bring 
 
 To grace each hallowed tomb. 
 
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 The land they saved their honor keeps, 
 
 While dark oppression cowers ; 
 And every tear affection weeps 
 
 Is crystalled into flowers. 
 
 The deeds they wrought ; the truths they sealed ; 
 
 Their memory, dear in death, — 
 Are fragrant as the blooming held, 
 
 Or summer's perfumed breath ! 
 
 God of the living and the dead, 
 
 Like amaranths on the tomb. 
 The trust for which their blood was shed 
 
 Keep in immortal bloom. 
 
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 THE EVE OF DECORATION DAY. 
 
 In the parlor of one of the Daughters of the American Revolution 
 several young ladies sang as tliey made wreaths for the following day, 
 and these stanzas record the incident. 
 
 SWEET in the innocence of youth. 
 Born of the brave and free, 
 They wove fair garlands while they sang, 
 
 " My country, 't is of thee ; " 
 How every bosom swelled with joy, ^ 
 
 And thrilled with grateful pride, 
 As, fond, the whispering cadence breathed, 
 " Land where my fathers died." 
 
 Fair flowers in sweet bouquets they tied, — 
 Breaths from the vales and hills, — 
 
 While childish voices poured the strain, 
 " I love thy rocks and rills ; " 
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162 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Each face grew radiant with the thought, 
 
 " Land of the noble free ; " 
 Each voice seemed reverent, as it trilled 
 
 " Sweet land of liberty." 
 
 And bud, and bloom, and leaf they bound, 
 
 And bade the living keep, 
 Unharmed and pure, the cherished graves 
 
 Where brave men calmly sleep. 
 And thus while infant lips begin 
 
 To lisp " sweet Freedom's song," 
 Manhood's deep tones, from age to age, 
 
 Shall still " the sound prolong." 
 
 I hailed the promise of the scene ; 
 
 Gladness was in the strain ; 
 The glorious land is safe, while love 
 
 Still swells the fond refrain. 
 And what shall be our sure defence, 
 
 Who guards our liberty ? 
 Not men, not arms alone, — we look, 
 
 " Our fathers' God, to Thee." 
 
 DECOKATION DAY. 
 
 [Tune : " Keller's American Hymii."} 
 
 STEEW the fair garlands where slumber the dead ; 
 King out the strains, like the swell of the sea, — 
 Heartfelt the tribute we lay on each bed. 
 Sound o'er the brave the refrain of the free ; 
 Sound the refrain of the loyal and free ; 
 Visit each sleeper and hallow each bed ; — 
 
 Waves the starred banner from sea-coast to sea, — 
 Grateful the living, and honored the dead. 
 
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 Dear to each heart are the names of the brave ; 
 
 Besting in glory, how sweetly they sleep ; 
 Dewdrops at evening fall soft on each grave, 
 
 Kindred and strangers bend fondly to weep, — 
 
 Kindred bend fondly and drooping eyes weep 
 Tears of affection o'er every green grave ; 
 
 Fresh are their laurels and peaceful their sleep ; 
 Love still shall cherish the noble and brave. 
 
 Peace o'er this land, o'er these homes of the free, 
 Brood evermore with her sheltering wing. 
 
 God of the nation, our trust is in Thee ; 
 
 God, our Protector, our Guide, and our King, 
 God, our Protector, our Guide, and our King, 
 
 Thou art our refuge, our hope is in Thee ; 
 
 Strong in Thy blessing, and safe 'neath Thy wing. 
 
 Peace shall encircle these homes of the free. 
 
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 PRECIOUS LIVES. 
 
 BEEATHE balmy airs, ye fragrant flowers. 
 O'er every silent sleeper's head ; 
 Ye crystal dews and summer showers, 
 Dress in fresh green each lowly bed. 
 
 Strew loving offerings o'er the brave. 
 
 Their country's joy, their country's pride ; 
 
 For us their precious lives they gave ; 
 For Freedom's sacred cause they died. 
 
 Each cherished name its place shall hold, 
 Like stars that gem the azure sky ; 
 
 Their deeds, on history's page enrolled. 
 Are sealed for immortality. 
 
164 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Long, where on Glory's field they fell, 
 May Freedom's spotless banner wave ; 
 
 And fragrant tributes, grateful, tell. 
 
 Where live the free, — where sleep the brave. 
 
 Bridgepobt, Conn., 1865. 
 
 CHEEISHED NAMES. 
 
 WE wreathe with flowers the peaceful graves, 
 Where low our fallen comrades sleep ; 
 While sunbeams smile, and verdure waves. 
 And dews of evening o'er them weep. 
 
 Honored and loved, each cherished name ; 
 
 In vain, ye have not lived nor died ; 
 A grateful country keeps your fame, — 
 
 A sacred trust, — her joy and pride. 
 
 God bless the land ye nobly saved, — 
 Where'er your blood has left its stain. 
 
 Where'er your conquering banners waved, 
 May peace prevail and Freedom reign. 
 
 QUE FALLEN COMRADES. 
 
 SOFTLY, their labors done, the patriots rest, 
 Honored in life, and in their memory blest : 
 Living, they earned and won a glorious name ; 
 Dying, they found at once immortal fame. 
 Spring o'er their relics strews its fragrant flowers. 
 Smiles in the sunshine, weeps in dews and showers ; 
 And summer spreads its freshest, sweetest bloom. 
 Green as their memory, o'er their honored tomb. 
 
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 And Nature wraps around them, where they rest, 
 
 The dear old flag, in dyes she loves the best : 
 
 Blue, in the starry arch that bends above, 
 
 Like mothers bowed to kiss the babes they love ; 
 
 White, when the earth is mantled o'er with snow, 
 
 A bridal honor for the brave below ; 
 
 And red, when round their couch sweet autumn weaves 
 
 A burnished beauty with her fiery leaves. 
 
 The glorious banner wraps the rolling year. 
 
 And spreads its folds around the sleepers here ; 
 
 As thousands weep the heroes who have bled, 
 
 For each a tear, a blessing on each head. 
 
 From granite crypts kind Nature fondly rears 
 
 The pillar hewed by love, and wet with tears, 
 
 The fitting record of the men who stood 
 
 True to the right, 'mid fire and death and blood ; 
 
 And history writes their names liigh on her scroll. 
 
 Heroes of granite will, but loving soul. 
 
 Stand, massive record, as the heroes stood, 
 
 A tower of strength, when blood cried out for blood. 
 
 The names engraven on the rock are thine ; 
 
 The men who bore them, grateful hearts enshrine. 
 
 Dewdrop, and rain, and grateful tear may dry; 
 
 But noble deeds, once done, can never die. 
 
 Though marble, shattered, may betray its trust. 
 
 And pile and column crumble into dust. 
 
 Heroic deeds a deathless pile shall raise ; 
 
 A land redeemed preserves their lasting praise. 
 
 Not here alone their monument is reared. 
 
 To memory sacred, and by love endeared ; 
 
 Where'er the oppressed the bonds of sorrow wear, 
 
 Wliere'er the slave lifts up his humble prayer, 
 
 Their high memorial lives, in fetters riven, — 
 
 A pile whose base is earth, whose crown is heaven. 
 
166 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 These were the men who firm in battle stood ; 
 The men who shrunk not from the flame or flood ; 
 Who gave to Freedom's cause their noblest powers, — 
 Born for the nation's need, they died for ours. 
 Weep for their memory ! — would they had not died ! 
 Sing for their memory ! — 't is the nation's pride. 
 They bore the toil ; they earned the grand eclat ; 
 Proclaim their memory with the glad hurrah ! 
 
 No hostile foot this sacred soil shall tread ; 
 No hostile banner wave above the dead ; 
 No warlike clarion break their sweet repose. 
 Calm as the dewdrops, resting on the rose, — 
 But grateful tears their relics shall bedew ; 
 The loved, the brave, the trusted and the true, 
 Mothers and maidens, gathered round the tomb, 
 Shall sigh, and sing the soldier's welcome home ; 
 Mourning the fallen, — to their country given, — 
 With sweet will yielding to the will of Heaven. 
 " grief unspeakable ! " — yet Faith can see 
 Eifts in the cloud ; " Our country, 't is for thee," 
 And thus resigned, with calm and holy trust, 
 Mother and maiden leave the hallowed dust, 
 With woman's faithful heart their grief refrain. 
 Willing to make fresh sacrifice again. 
 
 Breathe soft, winds, around this treasured trust ; 
 Keep, holy earth, this loved and honored dust ; 
 Sing your sweet pseans, birds of varied wing, — 
 In heaven's free air, let warbled freedom ring. 
 Keep nightly watch, ye stars, above their bed, 
 Teaching the living, smiling o'er the dead ; 
 Though hid by tempests, gently still ye shine, 
 Keeping in heaven's blue field your march divine. 
 
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 Though clouds may darken, though the tempest lowers, 
 Heavea keeps its stars unharmed, as we shall ours ; 
 Clouds cannot quench them ; God's great word once 
 
 given. 
 Their light shall flash again, full in mid-heaven ; 
 And every star that keeps its shining way 
 Glimmers prophetic of the coming day. 
 Lift your tall crests, ye trees, in verdant pride, 
 A hundred storms your sturdy trunks have tried ; 
 Tempests have beat in fury round your head, 
 But still ye cheer the living, shade the dead. 
 So when the raging blast has spent its power, 
 And clouds no more in angry blackness lower, 
 The nation, saved, shall bloom in peace anew ; 
 Its genial shades the weary pilgrim woo ; 
 Thousands repose beneath each sheltering bough, 
 Made stronger by the blasts that toss it now ; 
 The anxious watcher mourn no kindred slain ; 
 The soldier seek his home and babes again ; 
 The sword be sheathed, and war's dread tumult cease ; 
 And spotless banners wave in joy and peace. 
 
 Chicago, — Decoration Day. 
 
 BURIAL OF GENERAL GRANT. 
 
 TAKE from our hands, faithful earth, 
 And safely keep this treasured trust ! 
 The land redeemed proclaims his worth, 
 The nation weeps his honored dust. 
 
 Unnumbered tongues his deeds shall praise ; 
 
 Unnumbered hearts revere his name ; 
 His crown, a wreath which ne'er decays, 
 
 His fame is an immortal fame. 
 
168 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Love hovers round his funeral urn ; 
 
 A nation's banner o'er him waves, — 
 So slept the ancient heroes, borne 
 
 With regal pomp to honored graves. 
 
 Rest, patriot, soldier, calmly rest ! 
 
 No sound thy deep repose shall break, 
 Till the day dawn in glory dressed, 
 
 Till the immortal morning wake. 
 
 August 18, 1885. 
 
 THE STUDENT SOLDIERS. 
 
 HARVARD'S DEAD. 
 
 THEY fought on many a crimsoned field ; 
 They sleep in many a glen ; 
 They marched to glory and to death, 
 
 And came not home again : 
 But Science claims them for her roll, — 
 Her roll of honored men. 
 
 Some in the sunny days of youth. 
 
 And some in ripening age. 
 Went forth, with valiant hearts and hopes, 
 
 To breast the conflict's rage ; 
 And history every name records 
 
 On her immortal page. 
 
 Weep at the shrines where once they knelt. 
 
 And where the heroes sleep ; 
 Weep where the funeral pomp proceeds ; 
 
 At vacant firesides, weep. 
 When did thy sickle, mighty Death, 
 
 So precious harvests reap ? 
 
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 And sing a poean o'er their dust, 
 A requiem for the brave ; 
 
 Sing hymus of cheerful melody- 
 Above each soldier's grave ; 
 
 In solemn joy, with festal folds, 
 Let the old banners wave. 
 
 Freedom on every bloody field, 
 
 Through them, new triumphs won ; 
 
 Her honored wreaths are on the brow 
 Of every favorite son ; 
 
 And age is reckoned, not by years. 
 But deeds of valor done. 
 
 While Fame inscribes ten thousand names 
 
 Along her pillared nave. 
 Of patriot-sons, and sires who sleep 
 
 In Glory's star-gemmed grave, 
 Of all the list fair Science claims 
 
 The bravest of the brave. 
 
 JanOABT 8, 1864. 
 
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 AFTER THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL. 
 
 AND so we hide our dead in silent shade, 
 And hasten back to life, and life's parade ; 
 Plunge into duty, grind in labor's mill. 
 Till the eye sees not, and the heart is still ; 
 Weep each reverse and shout each victory. 
 And breathe our benisons, dear flag, on thee. 
 Living or dying, nation of the free. 
 Our hopes, our hearts, our lives, are all with thee. 
 
170 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 "SLEEP, COMEADES, SLEEP!" 
 
 IN thousand shaded valleys, 
 On thousand sunny hills. 
 In thousands of still alleys, 
 
 Beside the rippling rills, — 
 Who, who can tell the numbers 
 
 Of green graves where they sleep ? 
 But peace breathes o'er their slumbers ; 
 Love shall their ashes keep. 
 
 Sleep, comrades, in your glory ! 
 
 Sweet be your honored rest ; 
 Thousands shall tell the story 
 
 How ye, your high behest, 
 Bravely in love fulfilling, 
 
 Gave up your lives, to be 
 A sacrifice most willing, — 
 
 The seal of liberty. 
 
 Oft as the spring-time, breathing 
 
 Sweet odors from fair flowers. 
 With dewy pearls comes, wreathing 
 
 Our bright and peaceful bowers, 
 We bring the first and fairest. 
 
 In honor to the brave, — 
 The choicest and the rarest, 
 
 To deck the soldier's grave. 
 
 God of our country, o'er us 
 Thy shield of glory spread ! 
 
 Go Thou in love before us ; 
 Direct the paths we tread. 
 
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 Faitliful in every duty, 
 
 To us Thy grace be giveu, 
 And then, the crownmg beauty 
 
 Of fadeless wreaths in heaven. 
 
 "LIVING STILL." 
 
 FOR THE CLASS OF 1829. 
 
 BROKEN and bruised, from fields of strife, 
 A remnant saved retires, — 
 Few, but still warm with their young life, — 
 
 To stir the old campfires ; 
 How many marched with banners gay. 
 
 Who now, among the slain. 
 Sleep their last sleep at setting day, 
 And come no more again ! 
 
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 We con the old familiar list 
 
 Of boys, grown gray-haired men ; 
 Names and old faces, long time missed. 
 
 We see them, — boys again. 
 The ancient roll, whose magic date 
 
 Falls pleasant on the ear. 
 Rich as an argosy, its freight 
 
 Grows richer every year. 
 
 Dear is the roll of fresh young hearts 
 
 Which started for the fray. 
 Eager and strong, their honored parts, 
 
 On life's broad field to play. 
 Fond memory wakes them, — each and all ; 
 
 We call them, name by name ; 
 Or long to stand, or soon to fall. 
 
 They come as erst they came. 
 
172 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 While spring-time lingered in our sky, 
 
 Some early passed away ; 
 Some, when the sun of life rode high, 
 
 And poured his noontide ray ; 
 And some — as autumn fruits, more late. 
 
 In mellow ripeness fall — 
 Fell, — and like watchers at the gate. 
 
 The rest await the call. 
 
 Unchanged on memory's scroll they live, — 
 
 Each face and form we see ; 
 Time, which mars all things, does but give 
 
 Our dreams intensity ; 
 Like paintings which old mouldings guard, 
 
 Drawn with a master's skill, 
 Kanged in old catalogues, and starred. 
 
 To us they 're living still. 
 
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 ON THE ERECTION OF A SOLDIERS' 
 MONUMENT. 
 
 TAKE these choice treasures, gentle earth. 
 And shield them in thy faithful breast, 
 Gathered like gems of priceless worth, 
 And brought among thy dead to rest. 
 
 Take this new honor reared in love, 
 Wliere sleep the trusted and the brave, 
 
 Pointing the mourner's faith above, 
 To Him who takes, to Him who gave. 
 
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 Round this fair shaft let summer leave 
 Its fragrant airs, at morn and even, 
 
 And golden clouds in sunlight weave 
 Pathways of glory into heaven. 
 
 Again the flag of peace shall float 
 O'er all the land from sea to sea ; 
 
 O'er all the land shall swell the note 
 Of Freedom's final Jubilee. 
 
 We build the shrine, we sing the brave, 
 Yet own how vain are human boasts ; 
 
 In God alone is power to save, — 
 Our trust is in the Lord of hosts. 
 
 Newton, April, 1864. 
 
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 MEMORIAL HYMN.^ 
 
 [Tune : Italian Hymn.] 
 
 THE God of battles praise ; 
 Pteans of honor raise, 
 "With heart and song. 
 God is our shield and tower, 
 Our strength in danger's hour ; 
 To Him all might and power 
 And praise belong. 
 
 1 Dedication of the Monument of the 32(i Massachusetts Regiment, 
 at Gettysburg, September 8, 1894. 
 
174 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Here, memorial, stand, — 
 Here, where the patriot band 
 
 Battled so well; 
 Here, where the nation's pride 
 The rushing storm defied ; 
 Here, where the true and tried, 
 
 Unconquered, fell. 
 
 Tears for the loved and lost ; 
 Joy for the land which cost 
 
 Such sacrifice. 
 Fond memory, grateful, weeps 
 Where each dead martyr sleeps, 
 And love her vigil keeps, — 
 
 Love never dies. 
 
 Sound, glorious trump of fame, 
 Salute each honored name. 
 
 Praise for the brave : 
 Tell what high deeds were done. 
 What triumphs Freedom won, — 
 God was then- help alone, 
 
 Mighty to save. 
 
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 THE ILLINOIS NINETEENTH EEGIMENT 
 AND CAPTAIN BEEMNER 
 
 A SONG of the Highland Guards, 
 Souls brave and true. 
 Born for the times of bitter strife. 
 When in the balance hung 
 The nation's life ; 
 And men inspired to dare and do 
 Resolved to press the conflict through. 
 
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 A song of the Highland Guards, 
 
 Prompt and prepared ; 
 First to espouse the righteous cause, 
 
 First rising to defend 
 The laud, the laws. 
 With patriot hearts and bosoms bared, 
 What toils they bore ! What hardships shared ! 
 
 A song of the brave Nineteenth, 
 
 Noted and known, 
 With them the noble Highland Guard, 
 
 Eager for honor's post. 
 Kept watch and ward, — 
 Foremost for deeds of glory done. 
 For battles fought, for victories won. 
 
 A song for the brave Nineteenth 
 
 And Bremuer's Band ; 
 Huntsville and Mission Kidge their praise. 
 
 How oft they saved the day 
 In fierce affrays ! 
 Victor and vanquished, hand to hand. 
 Mighty to fight, or firm to stand. 
 
 A song for the brave Nineteenth, — 
 Calls, loud and long. 
 
 Summon the bravest to the front. 
 
 "Where is the old Nineteenth ?" 
 Listen ! their song ! 
 They muster, prompt to do or die, — 
 They come 1 they strike ! — The foemen fly ! 
 
 A song for the brave Nineteenth ; 
 The colors vrave 
 
176 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Where shell and shot, — a cruel rain, 
 Smite down — once, twice, again 
 The true, the brave. 
 The men who bore the flag may die ; 
 But Bremner waves its folds on high. 
 
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 THE TWENTY-FIFTH G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT, 
 
 1893. 
 
 THEY came from many a happy home. 
 Those brave and valiant men, 
 From palace, cottage, shop, and farm, 
 
 From mountain, vale, and glen, 
 Keady to save the land, or die, 
 And ne'er return again. 
 
 They learned, in their young life, to love 
 
 The anthem of the free ; 
 One theme their childish souls inspired, — 
 
 The tale of liberty ; 
 Joyful, their infant lips had sung 
 
 " My country, 't is of thee." 
 
 They came by thousands, as the tides 
 
 Into the harbor pour ; 
 Each brow was set, each stalwart form 
 
 The air of purpose wore. 
 They answered to the call, " We come, 
 
 Three hundred thousand more." 
 
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 Fearless, they faced the rushing storm, — 
 
 Sons of the brave and free ; 
 In summer's heat and winter's chill, 
 
 Ahke on land and sea. 
 Their souls were throbbing with the pulse 
 
 Of love and liberty. 
 
 Firm on the fields of mortal strife 
 
 In serried ranks they stood, 
 Patient to bear, patient to wait, 
 
 Alike in fire and fiood. 
 " The Union must, — it shall, — be saved 
 
 Though it should cost our blood." 
 
 Some in the bloom of early youth, 
 
 Slain in the battle, fell ; 
 Some found again their happy homes, 
 
 Where peace and freedom dwell, — 
 But wreathed as conquerors, or dead. 
 
 We love them still, — 't is well. 
 
 Some with their cherished kindred sleep. 
 
 Some in an unmarked grave, 
 Enriching by their honored dust 
 
 The land they died to save ; 
 And wild birds and the sighing wind 
 
 Chant requiems o'er the brave. 
 
 land, the best of all the lands 
 
 On which the sun has shone. 
 The purest, noblest heritage 
 
 The sons of men have known. 
 Still hold thy reign from sea to sea. 
 
 In queenly grace, alone. 
 
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178 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 Blest be the men whose fervent faith, 
 
 Unwavering, met the gale ; 
 Who passed the storm of war, unscathed, 
 
 And live to tell the tale, 
 Men of our love, our hearts, our hopes, — 
 
 Hail, the Grand Army, hail ! 
 
 Peace spreads her angel wings abroad 
 
 From sea to distant sea ; 
 O'er all the land one banner floats, 
 
 The flag of liberty ; 
 And all her millions swell one strain, — 
 
 The chorus of the free. 
 
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 THE VETEEANS. 
 
 SAD, but yet glad, our thoughts recall 
 The days of woe, and blood, and strife. 
 When thousands rushed, to stand, or fall, 
 For Freedom and the nation's life. 
 
 Hunger and thirst, and leaden hail, 
 
 And frost, and heat, and rain, and dew, 
 
 And hopes deferred, like springs that fail 
 In summer's drought, our forces knew. 
 
 The hurried march, the lonely rest ; 
 
 The trenches where we laid our dead ; 
 The tangled paths our footsteps pressed ; 
 
 The arms that ached, the feet that bled ; 
 
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 The picket, on his silent beat ; 
 
 The foeman's gun with stealthy flash ; 
 The fields where men were mowed like wheat ; 
 
 The sweeping cannon's deadly crash, — 
 
 How vi\ddly they all return, — 
 
 Scenes which the soul can ne'er forget ! 
 
 Like quenchless watch-fires still they burn, 
 'T was there that death and glory met. 
 
 land we love, united land ! 
 
 O'er thee one flag of freedom waves ; 
 Living, our hosts one people stand, 
 
 And freemen sleep in freemen's graves. 
 
 In God we trust, — our fathers' God ; 
 
 Our people spread from sea to sea ; 
 We hear Thy voice, we heed Thy nod ; 
 
 Keep us one people, brave and free. 
 
 Speak to our hearts in peace and love ; 
 
 Lead us as by the prophet's rod ; 
 Our honor one, 0, let us prove 
 
 One land, one people, for one God ! 
 
 Mat 24, 1S91. 
 
180 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 
 
 This Memorial Poem was written for the Twentieth Anniversary of 
 the death of President Lincoln, Springfield, Elinois, April 15th, 1885. 
 
 HEROIC Statesman, hail ! 
 Thy honored name, 
 With instrument and song, we laud, 
 
 And poets lays ; 
 How every mountain top, and sheltered vale, 
 
 And rock and stream. 
 And lisping tongue of infancy and age. 
 
 And manhood's prime and woman's love, 
 Combine thy honored name to praise ! 
 
 As to Anchises' tomb. 
 With reverent love, pious .^neas came. 
 
 Intent, with festal rites 
 
 To crown his father's fame, — 
 So we, with grateful reverence, come to pay 
 This loving tribute at the sacred shrine, 
 
 The statesman wise, the martyr prince, 
 The peerless man, 
 And on his tomb our fragrant garlands lay. 
 
 Like the wild eagle's fhght. 
 
 When from his rocky height, 
 Down on the plain he swoops, free as the air, — 
 
 Born with a soul of fire, 
 Born to be free. 
 Patient in toil, and danger, and alarm, 
 
 He ventured all for love of liberty. 
 
 And helped the lowly in that bliss to share. 
 
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 Grandly he loved and lived ; 
 
 Not his own age alone 
 Bears the proud impress of his sovereign mind. 
 
 Down the long march of history, 
 
 Ages and men shall see 
 
 Wliat one great soul can be, 
 
 What one great soul can do. 
 
 To make a nation true, — 
 To raise the weak, 
 The lost to seek. 
 To be a ruler and a father too ; 
 
 No scheming tool, 
 
 No slave to godless rule. 
 Gracious, efficient, meek, sublime, refined. 
 
 Ambitious, — not of wealth. 
 Nor power, nor place ; 
 His aim, a nobler race ; 
 His title eminent, — An honest man. 
 His, to lift up the rude ; 
 His, to be great as good, 
 
 And good as great ; 
 His, to stem error's flood ; 
 His, but to help and bless ; 
 His, to work righteousness, 
 And save the state. 
 
 Brave, self-reliant, wise. 
 Calm in emergencies. 
 Steady, alike, to wait, and prompt to move ; 
 In counsel, great and safe ; 
 
 Prudent to plan ; 
 Bighteous to deal with sin ; 
 Prone, less to force than win ; 
 
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 Strong in his own stern will, and strong in God ; 
 Conquering, alone, to bless, — 
 A loving man. 
 
 Firm, but yet merciful ; 
 
 In pity bountiful ; 
 Calmly considerate, serenely just ; 
 Nobly forgiving to the fallen foe, — 
 He, the meek sufferer from Oppression's blow, 
 
 Kepaying ill with good. 
 
 E'en as the sandal-wood 
 Bathes with rare perfume the sharp axe that smites ; 
 
 Unflinching for the right, 
 Whate'er might come, 
 
 And, until death. 
 Fervent, decided, faithful to his trust. 
 
 Great souls can never die : 
 
 Death and decay's damp fingers 
 
 Waste but the mortal ; 
 A nobler life spreads its far vista wide. 
 Beyond death's portal. 
 
 Like an unfading light 
 
 The life work lingers. 
 The hero dies ; statesman and soldier fall ; 
 
 The nation finds new life, 
 And prosperous years, and wealth, and peace, 
 
 And hearts at rest, and grander aims. 
 
 And righteousness. 
 
 And souls that dare to be. 
 
 Just as God made them, — free ; 
 And he who falls, crushed in the bitter strife, 
 Lives magnified, exalted, ever lives ; 
 
 His work bears fruit immortal. 
 
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 So the great sun, majestic, ploughs his way- 
 Through clouds, and storms, and dim eclipse, 
 
 And winter's cold and summer's heat ; 
 And, nightly, dips 
 His flaming disc in the broad western sea, 
 But scatters light and blessing all the day. 
 
 Setting, he leaves the world 
 Eicher and better for his light and love ; 
 
 Warmer, more fertile, more benign ; 
 Sets, but to rise, on other lands, and shine 
 
 Forever, in the galaxy divine. 
 
 Spbimofield, III. 
 
 A CENTUEY HYMN. 1789-1889. 
 
 This Hymn was written to be sung at the Celebration of the 100th 
 Anniversary of the Inauguration of Washington as President of the 
 United States, — April 30, 1889. 
 
 STEENGTHENED and trained by toil and tears. 
 Born of the bold, the brave and free, 
 A nation, with its hundred years, 
 Its tribute brings, God, to Thee. 
 
 "What blessings, from Thy sovereign hand, 
 What trials, has the century brought ! 
 
 How has this free and glorious land 
 Been loved, defended, led, and taught ! 
 
 Our cautious feet, by night, by day, 
 Slowly the upward path have trod ; 
 
 God was our light, and God our stay. 
 In flood and fire, in grief and blood. 
 
184 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 So the brave oak, in calm and storm, 
 
 Spreads its strong roots and boughs abroad, 
 
 Grows grand ia grace, and stalwart form. 
 Honored of men, and loved of God. 
 
 The century ends, — our hosts in peace 
 Hold the broad land, from sea to sea ; 
 
 And every tongue, and every breeze 
 Breathes the sweet anthem of the free. 
 
 Still may the banner of thy love 
 
 O'er all our land in glory rest, 
 Our Heaven-appointed ^gis prove. 
 
 And make the coming centuries blest. 
 
 And every star that gems the blue. 
 And every field for Freedom won. 
 
 Shall tell of heroes, firm and true. 
 And swell the fame of Washington. 
 
 For the same occasion the foUowmg stanza was added to the 
 National Hymn, " America," by its author. 
 
 Our joyful hearts to-day, 
 Their grateful tribute pay, — 
 
 Happy and free. 
 After our toils and fears. 
 After our blood and tears, 
 Strong with our hundred years, 
 
 God, to Thee. 
 
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 MEMORIAL DAY, 1894. 
 
 NOT costly domes nor marble towers 
 Shall mark where friendship comes to weep ; 
 Let clustering vines and fragrant flowers 
 Tell where the nation's heroes sleep. 
 
 They rest in many a shaded vale, 
 
 By, and beneath, the sounding sea ; 
 
 The forest-winds their requiem wail, — 
 The glorious sons of liberty ! 
 
 Some, in the stalwart years of life ; 
 
 Some, in the prime of manhood's bloom, — 
 Unshrinking, joined the bitter strife, 
 
 Unconquered, found a soldier's tomb. 
 
 They merit all our hearts can give ; 
 
 Our praises and our love they claim ; 
 Long shall their precious names survive. 
 
 Held sacred by immortal fame. 
 
 Blest be the land for which they fought, — 
 The land where Freedom's banners wave ; 
 
 The land by blood and treasure bought, 
 
 Where dwell the free, where sleep the brave. 
 
 Great patriots of the elder time, 
 
 Dear patriots of our later days, 
 Inspired alike by faith sublime, 
 
 One trump of fame shall swell your praise. 
 
186 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 The patriot sire to patriot son — 
 
 O'er the broad land, from sea to sea — 
 
 Has left the glorious portion won, 
 The dear bequest of liberty. 
 
 The picket from his weary tread 
 
 Has passed ; his silent watch is o'er ; 
 
 The myriad troops, to battle led, 
 
 Shall march o'er fields of blood no more. 
 
 They gained what their ambition craved, 
 Freedom and love to all to bring ; 
 
 And peace, o'er all the land they saved. 
 
 Broods, like the dove, with sheltering wing. 
 
 Honor the memory of the dead, 
 
 Where'er the sun of Freedom shines ; 
 
 Wreathe with fair flowers each sleeper's bed. 
 Cherished and loved, as holy shrines. 
 
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 MY NATIVE LAND. 
 
 Written on returning, after more than two years' absence in 
 foreign countries. 
 
 WE wander far o'er land and sea ; 
 We seek the old and new ; 
 We try the lowly and the great, 
 
 The many and the few. 
 O'er States at hand and realms remote. 
 
 With curious quest we roam, 
 But find the fairest spot on earth 
 Just in our native home. 
 
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 We hold communion, high and sweet, 
 
 With men iu ancient lore ; 
 By day, by night, with reverent eyes. 
 
 O'er volumes old we pore, — 
 But Rome, and Greece, and Orient lands. 
 
 And heroes far away. 
 Great in their times, still lack the charm 
 
 That lights our own to-day. 
 
 We seek for landscapes, fair and grand. 
 
 Seen through sweet summer haze ; 
 Helvetia's mountains, piled with snow, 
 
 Italia's sunset rays. 
 And lake, and stream, and crag, and dell. 
 
 And new and fairer flowers. 
 We own them rich, and fair, — but not 
 
 More grand, more fair, than ours. 
 
 With solemn air we tread, where trod 
 
 The feet of ancient men. 
 And fill old palaces and courts 
 
 With echoing sounds again ; 
 Temple and forum, bath and arch, 
 
 Un-earthed, in glory stand, — 
 These with admiring gaze we view. 
 
 But crave our native land. 
 
 We hear with joy the golden speech 
 
 Of men of high renown ; 
 We see with praise the jewelled wealth 
 
 Of sceptre, mace, and crown, — 
 But dearer far the golden words 
 
 That made a people free ; 
 And crown and sceptre pale before 
 
 A nation's liliertv. 
 
188 POEMS OF COUNTRY. 
 
 land, where saint and pilgrim came, 
 
 With loftiest purpose fraught, 
 Nurtured in hardship, toil and faith, 
 
 land, divinely taught ; 
 As streams the light from headland tower, 
 
 Guide o'er the stormy sea. 
 So hope, to all the oppressed, beams forth. 
 
 Dear native land, from thee. 
 
Part III. 
 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
i^att III. 
 
 SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 
 
 OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 
 
 CHILDREN of Freedom's land, 
 Who know the Saviour's word, 
 To strams of grateful harmony, 
 Wake every joyful chord ! 
 
 Not where the heathen cast 
 
 Their infants to the wave ; 
 Not where they know not of the name 
 
 Of Him who came to save ; 
 
 Not in some distant isle 
 
 Of the unpeopled sea, — 
 But amid temples, we were bom, 
 
 And where the holy be. 
 
 " Suffer the babes to come," 
 
 Of such, the Saviour said, 
 They, of " my kingdom," shall be heirs ; 
 
 For them, the Saviour bled. 
 
190 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Hither, with sacred power, 
 The words of love are sent. 
 
 The cords of blessed truth to bind, 
 While those of sin are rent. 
 
 Children of Freedom's land. 
 Who know the Saviour's word, 
 
 To strains of grateful harmony 
 Wake every joyful chord ! 
 
 Waterville, July 4, 1835. 
 
 MOENING PRAYER 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 NOW gloomy night is gone, 
 And smiling day comes on ; 
 The morning-dawn is breaking, 
 And we, from slumbers waking, 
 Look up to Thee, our Saviour, 
 And seek Thy daily favor. 
 
 Grant us Thy watchful care, 
 To save from every snare ; 
 Oh, make us good and holy, 
 And teach us to be lowly, 
 And kind in every feeling, 
 And to each other yielding. 
 
 If pain and want we bear, 
 Be Thou, our Saviour, near, 
 To shine upon us brighter. 
 And make the sorrows lighter. 
 That are to mortals given, 
 To make them fit for heaven. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 191 
 
 Lord, give our daily food, 
 And make us mild and good ; 
 
 And when the clouds of evening. 
 
 Their glowing forms are weavmg. 
 
 We '11 look to Thee, our Saviour, 
 
 And praise Thee for Thy favor. 
 
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 THINGS SMALL AND GEEAT. 
 
 WHO shall not love the weak and young ? 
 The oak-tree, wide and tall, 
 A shade on land, a ship at sea. 
 Was once an acorn small. 
 
 Who shall not love the bloom of youth ? 
 
 The buds of blushing spring 
 In summer beauty will expand, 
 
 And richest harvests brmg. 
 
 Who shall not love the cloud that floats, 
 
 Slight as the human hand, 
 But in its fertile bosom bears, 
 
 Blessings for all the land ? 
 
 Who shall not love the opening world ? 
 
 The morning's first faint ray 
 Shines, a sweet harbinger of joy, 
 
 Earnest of perfect day. 
 
 Who would not teach the infant tongue 
 
 To lisp the Saviour's name ? 
 The Saviour ransomed such as these, 
 
 For such as these He came. 
 
192 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Who would not deem the smallest gem 
 
 Worthy his utmost care, 
 To fit it for the radiant crown 
 
 The Saviour's brow shall wear ? 
 
 September 7, 1893. 
 
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 THE DEWDEOP AND THE SOUL.i 
 
 A BRIGHT drop on the rose-leaf rests, 
 A little quivering one ; 
 Yet in its tiny globe it holds 
 The mighty, shining sun. 
 
 The soul, a gem, of birth divine, 
 
 Sparkles on life's fair tree ; 
 But in its little compass, God, 
 
 The Almighty, deigns to be. 
 
 Each mirrors in its sunny depths 
 
 A light that ever shines : 
 Cradled in thorns, beaming with joy, 
 
 Such are life's varied lines ! 
 
 What is the drop ? Mere dew — a tear ; 
 
 Exhaled, — 't is quickly gone ! 
 Fraught with immortal life, the soul. 
 
 Like God himself, lives on. 
 
 How blest the life whose steady light 
 
 To this dark world is given ! 
 Winds breathe and pass ; such life will last, 
 
 A life for God and heaven. 
 
 1 Translated from the Swedish. 
 
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 EELIGION. 
 
 THE joys of earth are fleeting, 
 And, quick, their charms retreating, 
 Give place to grief and woe ! 
 There is no scene of gladness. 
 That is not dashed by sadness ; 
 There is no perfect bliss below. 
 
 But there are fadeless pleasures, 
 And ever-during treasures, 
 
 Joys which no tongue can tell, 
 Sweet streams of consolation. 
 And rivers of salvation, — 
 
 From pure religion's fountain well ! 
 
 When sorrows gather o'er us. 
 And troubles crowd before us, 
 
 Eeligion gives us light ; 
 The chains are loosed that bound us, 
 The skies grow clear around us, 
 
 And all is peaceful, fair, and bright. 
 
 When mortal life is fading. 
 
 Thro' Death's dark Jordan wading. 
 
 There is no painful gloom : 
 Religion cheers the holy. 
 And points the meek and lowly 
 
 To joys that live beyond the tomb. 
 
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194 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 EEMEMBEE THY CREATOR. 
 
 ECCLESIASTES XII. 
 
 REMEMBER thy Creator 
 Wliile youth's fair spring is bright, ■ 
 Before thy cares are greater, 
 Before comes age's night. 
 Wliile yet the sun shines o'er thee, 
 While stars the darkness cheer, 
 While life is all before thee, 
 Thy great Creator fear. 
 
 Remember thy Creator 
 
 Before the dust returns 
 To earth, — for 't is its nature, — 
 
 And life's last ember burns ! 
 Before with God who gave it 
 
 Thy spirit shall appear. 
 He cries, who died to save it, 
 
 " Thy great Creator fear." 
 
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 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 WHILE all creation sings for joy, 
 Let thoughts of praise our hearts employ 
 Amid the harmony around, 
 Let not our tongues be silent found, — 
 Our music still ! 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 195 
 
 Ten thousand songs of praise we owe, 
 To Him whose glories round us flow, 
 To Hiui who bids our sorrows cease, 
 And fills our souls with sacred peace, — 
 So great His love ! 
 
 He guides our steps to living streams ; 
 He leads our thoughts to holy themes ; 
 Our wandering feet His love redeems, 
 By day He cheers us with His light, 
 And gives us sweet repose at night, — 
 So rich His grace ! 
 
 Let all who dwell below the sky 
 Join in the angels' minstrelsy. 
 Till earth no more is dark with sin, 
 And heavenly joys their course begin, 
 No more to cease ! 
 
 MARTHA AND MARY. 
 
 CUMBERED with earthly care, 
 Her lot, to do and bear. 
 To watch and wait, 
 Martha, with tender thought. 
 Her loving service Ijrought ; 
 It was for Christ she wrought 
 Early and late. 
 
 Mary (a place most sweet !), 
 Low at the Saviour's feet. 
 Hung on His word ; 
 
196 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Hers, but in love sincere, 
 
 Waiting His voice to hear, 
 
 With meek and holy fear, 
 
 Beside her Lord. 
 
 Be ours the bliss to sit, 
 Waiting at Jesus' feet, — 
 
 The twain in one, — 
 Whether we hear or do. 
 With patient hearts and true. 
 To toil, and listen, too, 
 
 To Him alone. 
 
 PEEFECT IN CHRIST. 
 
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 ERFECT in Christ, our spirits yearn to be ; 
 Perfect in manhood, — perfect. Lord, m Thee ; 
 Strong in Thy strength, to love, to do, to bear ; 
 Strong through Thy mighty arm, Thy ceaseless care. 
 
 Perfect in Christ, — no pain, no grief, nor loss. 
 Nor wearing toil, nor weight of wearying cross 
 Shall check the fond desire that bliss to feel, — 
 To bear the impress of the Spirit's seal. 
 
 As some glad morning bird, on joyous wings. 
 Leaps from her nest, and, soaring heavenward, sings, 
 So would our souls, from sin's dark thraldom free, 
 Bound upward, Lord, to find their rest in Thee. 
 
 Perfect in Christ, these natures, weak and frail. 
 O'er sin and weakness shall at last prevail ; 
 In Him complete, before Him reverent fall, — 
 Our Priest, our King, our Saviour, and our All. 
 
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 FLEETING BLESSINGS. 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 THERE stood upon a river's bank 
 A tall and branching tree, 
 Beneath whose shade a shepherd lived, 
 
 From care and tumult free. 
 The rustling breeze, so mild and cool, 
 
 "Watched o'er his nightly rest ; 
 And all day long the rippling stream 
 In flashing light was drest. 
 
 But, ah ! a torrent from the hills 
 
 Rushed fiercely to the shore. 
 Tore from its root the stalwart tree, 
 
 And down the current bore ; 
 The flood passed by, and all was still. 
 
 The broad, bright stream flowed on ; 
 But when the shepherd sought the place. 
 
 The sheltering tree was gone. 
 
 So sickness sweeps along the land ; 
 
 So death is drawing nigh ; 
 And we, with all our life and joy, 
 
 May droop and faint and die ! 
 "When God shall call our spirits home. 
 
 We may no longer stay ; 
 Dear Saviour, make us meet to dwell 
 
 With Thee in endless day ! 
 
198 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 EAELY CONSECRATION. 
 
 TO Him who dwells above, all grace possessing ; 
 To Him, who sheds upon us every blessing, — 
 Ourselves, our all, we consecrate to-day ; 
 Our souls we yield to His delightful sway. 
 
 No earthly joy shall part, no sorrow sever. 
 Our hearts from Thee, our God, our King, forever ; 
 Our steadfast spirits shall in Thee confide. 
 And ever near Thy sacred throne abide. 
 
 Where'er we go, Thy fear shall be before us ; 
 Where'er we stay, no sin shall triumph o'er us. 
 In every hour, to Thee, our souls shall fly; 
 To Thee, we yield our spirits, till we die. 
 
 The vows, blest Saviour, which our lips have spoken, 
 Shall never by deceitful hearts be broken ; 
 Still let Thy grace upon our efforts shine. 
 And we will evermore be only Thine ! 
 
 OUR BELOVED TEACHERS. 
 
 AS fades the light of closing day. 
 As earth's fair flowers shut at even, 
 So pass they from our paths away 
 Who led our infant feet to heaven. 
 
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 The seed of living truth they sowed 
 
 Shall in a genial harvest rise, 
 And children gathered home to God 
 
 Be their bright honor in the skies. 
 
 Oh, happy they whose weekly toil 
 
 Prepares fresh gems in heaven to shine ; 
 
 Such wealth no worldly ill can spoil, 
 Nor make its priceless worth decline. 
 
 Oh, happy they who, early taught 
 To give their hearts, Lord, to Thee, 
 
 Bind budding life and opening thought 
 To life's great end, — eternity. 
 
 Wlien earth and years and life are passed, 
 And Heaven shall yield its long reward. 
 
 Gather our little flock at last 
 To be forever with the Lord. 
 
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 THE WORD OF GOD. 
 
 BLEST word of God, our help, our stay ! 
 Our star by night, our sun by day ! 
 Our compass o'er life's pathless sea ! 
 Our guide, God, to heaven and Thee ! 
 
 Blest source of truth, thy voice we hear ; 
 Thy precepts love, thy law revere ! 
 God's hand on every leaf we trace ; 
 In every page we see His face ! 
 
200 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 How free the pardon it reveals ! 
 How rich the covenant love it seals ! 
 How safe on its Amen to rest, — 
 The Word of God, forever blest ! 
 
 Far as the homes of man are known, 
 Eeign Thou, Jehovah, God alone ! 
 Send forth Thy Spirit with Thy word, 
 Till all earth's millions own Thee, Lord ! 
 
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 THE CLOSING WEEK. 
 
 HOW sweet the evening shadows fall, 
 Advancing from the west, 
 As ends the weary week of toil. 
 And comes the day of rest ! 
 
 Bright o'er the earth the star of eve 
 
 Her radiant beauty sheds ; 
 And myriad sisters calmly weave 
 
 Their halo round our heads. 
 
 Rest, man, from labor ; rest from sin ! 
 
 The world's hard contest close ; 
 The holy hours with God begin ; 
 
 Yield thee to sweet repose. 
 
 Bright o'er the earth the morning ray 
 
 Its sacred light will cast, — 
 Fair emblem of the glorious day 
 
 That evermore shall last. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 201 
 
 SATURDAY EVENING. 
 
 DAILY the hum of eve returns ; 
 The twilight onward speeds, — 
 As night to day, and day to night, 
 In changeless round succeeds. 
 
 But busier is the evening hum 
 
 That swells upon the air ; 
 And quicker footsteps seem to tell 
 
 Of more than common care. 
 
 It is the night-fall of the week ; 
 
 It brings the joyful close 
 To earthly scenes awhile, and bids 
 
 The spirit take repose. 
 
 No work shall break the Sabbath rest ; 
 
 No care with harsh control 
 Shall bind, in mortal grasp, the strength 
 
 Of the immortal soul. 
 
 The day shall be a day of love. 
 
 With holy converse blest, 
 And urge the lingering spirit on. 
 
 To seek the heavenly rest. 
 
 Then let the evening hum be loud ; 
 
 'T is but the note that tells 
 Of preparation for the peace 
 
 That in the Sabbath dwells ! 
 
202 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 SABBATH MOENING. 
 
 HOW blest the Sabbath mornmg breaks 
 O'er island, continent, and deep ! 
 How sweet the thrill of holy peace, 
 Whose pulses through the spirit creep ! 
 
 All Nature wears a fairer hue ; 
 
 The balmy wind more fragrant blows ; 
 While the blue canopy above 
 
 Eeflects and shares the glad repose. 
 
 The summer clouds that skirt the west, 
 Heaped on the far horizon's rim. 
 
 Seem like an angel choir at rest. 
 
 Intent to join earth's grateful hymn. 
 
 And thousands crowd from thousand homes, 
 In every land where man has trod ; 
 
 The babe to lisp, and age to learn, 
 
 The wondrous works and ways of God. 
 
 Gather them in with loving zeal. 
 
 From South to North, from East to West, - 
 To Him whose loving arms embrace, 
 
 Whose loving voice proclaims them blest. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 203 
 
 THE LOKD'S DAY. 
 
 PLEASANT is the day of rest, 
 Of the happy week the best ; 
 Care and sorrow leave the breast 
 Ou the Sabbath day. 
 
 Brightest beams the sun afar, 
 Sweetest is the evening star, 
 Fairest Nature's glories are, 
 On the Sabbath day ! 
 
 With the good I love to go 
 Where Salvation's tidings flow. 
 Breathing heaven while here below, 
 On the Sabbath day ! 
 
 Precious is the Sabbath-school, 
 Kind and gentle every rule, 
 Every scene of mercy full. 
 On the Sabbath day ! 
 
 Saviour, may I learn of Thee, 
 Meek and mild and good to be, 
 While Thy teachings come to me 
 Every Sabbath day ! 
 
 Guide me to the world above, 
 By Thy Spirit and Thy love ; 
 May I all the joys improve. 
 Of the Sabbath day ! 
 
 Holier scenes await the just. 
 When they leave this mortal dust ; 
 Teach me. Lord, in Thee to trust. 
 On the Sabbath day ! 
 
204 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 ANNIVEESAEY HYMN.i 
 
 [Tone : Italian Hymn.} 
 
 BLEST be the day of rest, 
 Of all the week the best, — 
 Queen of the seven ! 
 Day given to praise and pray, 
 Soothing life's weary way, 
 Turning our night to day, 
 Emblem of heaven ! 
 
 We love the house of prayer. 
 Breathings of heaven are there ; 
 
 Its hymns of praise 
 And messages of love 
 Attract our hearts above. 
 Bidding us come and prove 
 
 Jesus' rich grace. 
 
 Blest be our gracious Lord ! 
 Blest be His loving word, — 
 
 "Let children come 
 To me," — their Guide and Friend ! 
 He will our steps defend, 
 And, when life's toils shall end. 
 Welcome us home. 
 
 1 Sung at the Clarendon Street Baptist Church, Boston, October 
 14. 1889. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 205 
 
 The hour that calls us here, 
 Marks one more happy year, 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 When fades life's twilight ray. 
 Be ours the perfect day, — 
 Life, that feels no decay, 
 
 Sabbath in heaven ! 
 
 A SABBATH-SCHOOL HYMN. 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 A^ 
 
 LL the week we spend 
 
 Full of childish bliss ; 
 
 Every changing scene 
 
 Brings its happiness ; 
 
 Yet our joys would not be full, 
 
 Had we not the Sabbath-school. 
 
 Lovely is the dawn 
 
 Of each rising day ; 
 
 Loveliest, the morn 
 
 Of the Sabbath day ! 
 Then our infant thoughts are full 
 Of the precious Sabbath-school. 
 
 To our happy ears. 
 
 Blessed News are brought, — 
 
 Tidings of the work 
 
 Love di\'ine has wrought. 
 Gracious news and merciful, — 
 How we love the Sabbath-school ! 
 
206 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Teachers, you are kind, 
 
 Thus to point the road 
 
 Leading us from sin 
 
 To our Father, God. 
 May we all be dutiful, 
 In the precious Sabbath-school ! 
 
 Sweetly fades the light 
 Of each passing day ; 
 Fairest is the night 
 Of the Sabbath day ; 
 Then our hearts with praise are full, 
 For the precious Sabbath-school. 
 
 SABBATH EVENING. 
 
 SOFTLY fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath day, 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 When the Christian's course is run. 
 
 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
 O'er the earth, as daylight fades ; 
 Nature rests in sweet repose, 
 At the holy Sabbath's close. 
 
 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 'T is the holy peace of God, — 
 Symbol of the peace within. 
 When the spirit rests from sin. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 207 
 
 Still tlie Spirit lingers near, 
 Where the evening worshipper 
 Seeks communion with the skies, 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
 Days of peace and joy in Thee, 
 Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 
 
 GOD BE OUR STAFF AND FEIEND.^ 
 
 [Tune : " Bethany."] 
 
 FAR from the dear delights 
 Of friends and home, 
 Summoned by life's high call, 
 
 Pilgrims, we roam ; 
 Waifs on the world's highway. 
 Cheerful in hope, we stay ; 
 God make our darkness, day. 
 Our winter, bloom. 
 
 Of scenes and seasons past, 
 
 Fond memory tells. 
 Sweet as the lulling sounds 
 
 Of vesper bells ; 
 But more than pleasures gone. 
 Are deeds of duty done, 
 And life's grand conquest won, — 
 
 Draughts from deep wells. 
 
 ' Written for a Toang Men's Associntion of Boston, to be .snng at a 
 Thanksgiving Dinner ; also used at a Christmas Dinner, at San Fran- 
 cisco, 1884, by two hundred young men, away from home. 
 
208 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 They gather, far away, 
 
 The loved, the fair, 
 To keep this festal day 
 
 With praise and prayer. 
 We know they love us still ; 
 God save them all from ill, 
 Their ardent prayers fulfil, — 
 
 The loved ones, there. 
 
 We trust His generous arm 
 Through all life's fever ; 
 God be our Staff and Friend, 
 
 Strong to deliver ; 
 Then, 'neath heaven's gorgeous dome. 
 No more like drifting foam, 
 The households, all at home. 
 Shall feast forever. 
 
 oXKc 
 
 THE YOUNG FOE CHEIST. 
 
 Wkitten for the Societies of Christian Endeavor and other Young 
 Peoples' Societies' Convention held in Chicago, 111., July, 1891. 
 
 DRAWN from a thousand distant homes. 
 In Christ's dear love we meet ; 
 The hosts who labor in His cause, 
 In Christ's dear name we greet. 
 
 We hold one Lord, one central light ; 
 
 Our hopes, our aims are one, — 
 As planets, in their devious flight. 
 
 Revolve around one sun. 
 
INCENTIVES TO EARLY PIETY. 209 
 
 Humbly, iii loyal faith, we bow 
 
 At oue Kedeemer's feet; 
 Our prayers, like clouds of iiicense, rise 
 
 Before one mercy-seat. 
 
 If blossoms of the early spring 
 
 Are doubly sweet and fair ; 
 Our budding youth to God we bring, 
 
 And leave the offering there. 
 
 One kingdom to our conquering Prince, 
 
 From sea to sea, be given ; 
 His will be done o'er the wide earth. 
 
 Just as 't is done in heaven ! 
 
 ONWARD! CHRISTIAN WARRIORS.^ 
 
 [Tune : " Webb."] 
 
 ONWARD ! O Christian warriors, 
 Where'er the trumpet calls ; 
 Onward ! the Leader summons. 
 Beyond the sheltering walls ; 
 Onward ! the work awaits you, 
 
 Fear not the world's cold frown ; 
 Arm for the glorious conflict, 
 Then wear the victor's crown. 
 
 Onward ! with loving purpose, 
 Wliere crime and sorrow reign ; 
 
 Onward ! like men in earnest ; 
 Onward ! with heart and brain ; 
 
 1 For the Young People's rally, Dudley Street, Boston, Novem- 
 ber 26, 1894. 
 
 14 
 
210 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Onward ! to save the erring, 
 To break the bonds of sin ; 
 
 Onward ! the lost to rescue ; 
 Gems for Christ's crown to win. 
 
 Onward ! the battle thickens ; 
 
 The Captain's signal see ; 
 Onward ! to deeds of glory ; 
 
 Onward ! to victory ; 
 Onward ! with God assisting, 
 
 Like soldiers true and brave, 
 Till o'er each conquered fortress 
 
 Salvation's banners wave. 
 
THE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 211 
 
 THE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 
 
 HARVEST-TIME. 
 
 FAR o'er the land the precious grain 
 Waves 'neath the sunny sky, 
 And ripening harvests offer sheaves 
 For immortality. 
 
 But who will reap the golden fruit, 
 
 And who at last will stand, 
 A faithful servant, crowned with joy, 
 
 Lord, at Thy right hand? 
 
 Be ours the work, be ours the joy, 
 
 To us the charge be given. 
 To gather souls to Christ, and find 
 
 Our garnered sheaves in heaven. 
 
 Strength to the reapers, mighty God, — 
 Strength to the reapers send, 
 
 To bear the burden of the day, 
 And labor till the end. 
 
 There songs of triumph shall arise ; 
 
 Then shall Thy kingdom come. 
 And echoing anthems greet at last 
 
 The heavenly harvest home. 
 
212 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 SOWING AND REAPING. 
 
 AS whitening fields of precious grain 
 On sunny hills expand, 
 The world's wide harvest, fully ripe. 
 Waits for the reaper's hand. 
 
 But who shall reap the joyful crop ? 
 
 And who with gladness sing, 
 When he that sowed with tears and hope 
 
 His sheaves shall homeward bring ? 
 
 Each lowly toiler o'er earth's waste, 
 Through paths of sadness led, 
 
 Shall bring some crown at last to rest 
 On our Immanuel's head. 
 
 Then be our path through sun or shade, 
 
 Be dark or bright our way. 
 We toil in hope and love, till dawns 
 
 Heaven's pure and perfect day. 
 
 Then he that sowed on distant hills, 
 
 In humble faith and prayer, 
 And he that reaped in fields at home. 
 
 Shall sing together there. 
 
 Sower and reaper, from their Lord, 
 Shall hear the joyful " Come ! " 
 
 Sower and reaper meet and sing 
 Heaven's glorious " Harvest-home." 
 
THE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 213 
 
 WELCOME TO A PASTOR. 
 
 COME to our waiting hearts and homes, 
 teacher, sent from Heaven ; 
 To thee, to guide our souls to God, 
 The highest behest is given. 
 
 Come with the prophet's stern rebuke, 
 The warning trump to sound ; 
 
 Come, point us to the Rock, wherein 
 Alone is safety found. 
 
 Come with the words of heavenly grace. 
 
 To cheer the fainting soul ; 
 Come with the Spirit's saving power. 
 
 To make the wounded whole. 
 
 Come with the Shepherd's loving heart. 
 
 The tender flock to guide. 
 To feed in pastures green, and lead 
 
 Where living waters glide. 
 
 Come, for the waving field is ripe. 
 
 The sickle waits thy hand, 
 And bending harvests, far and near. 
 
 Around the reaper stand. 
 
 And when the workman, worn with toil, 
 
 His finished labor leaves, 
 He, with rejoicing heart, shall bring 
 
 Homeward his glorious sheaves. 
 
214 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 A BLESSING SOUGHT UPON A PASTOR. 
 
 AND now the solemn deed is done ; 
 The vow is pledged, the toil begun, — 
 Seal Thou, God, the oath above, 
 And ratify the pledge of love. 
 
 The shepherd of Thy people bless ; 
 Gird him with Thy own holiness ; 
 In duty may his pleasure be, 
 His glory in his zeal for Thee. 
 
 Here let the ardent prayer arise. 
 Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies, 
 The tear of penitence be shed, 
 And myriads to the Saviour led. 
 
 Come, Spirit, here consent to dwell ; 
 The mists of earth and sin dispel ; 
 Blest Saviour, Thy own rights maintain. 
 Supreme in every bosom reign. 
 
 Oh, let our humble worship be 
 A grateful tribute, Lord, to Thee ; 
 And may these hallowed scenes of love 
 Fit us for purer joys above. 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 215 
 
 THE DIVINE PEESENCE INVOKED. 
 
 OTHOU whose glory fills the sky, 
 Exalted be Thy praise ! 
 Let all below, let all on high, 
 To Thee hosanuas raise. 
 
 Light of the world, and Joy of all 
 The saints around the throne, 
 
 While they, in holy reverence, fall, 
 And worship Thee alone, — 
 
 Accepted at the throne of grace, 
 Oh, may our praise ascend ; 
 
 And unto us reveal Thy face, 
 While at Thy feet we bend. 
 
 Contrite and humble hearts, God, 
 We fain would bring to Thee, 
 
 And, like the saints in Thine abode. 
 Serve Thee in purity. 
 
 Spirit of God ! with gracious power 
 
 In Ziou's courts appear, 
 And make it known, this sacred hour, 
 
 That Zion's God is here. 
 
216 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 BENEFITS OF THE MINISTRY. 
 
 BLEST is the hour when cares depart, 
 And earthly scenes are far, — 
 When tears of woe forget to start. 
 And gently dawns upon the heart 
 Devotion's holy star. 
 
 Blest is the place where angels bend 
 
 To hear our worship rise, 
 Where kindred thoughts their musings blend. 
 And all the soul's affections tend 
 
 Beyond the veiling skies. 
 
 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind 
 
 Man to his work of love, — 
 Bind him to cheer the humble mind. 
 Console the weeping, lead the blind. 
 
 And guide to joys above. 
 
 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, 
 
 Spirit divine, to Thee, 
 When they whose work is finished well, 
 In Thy own courts of rest shall dwell, 
 
 Blest through eternity. 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 217 
 
 GREAT IS THE WORK, BUT THINE THE 
 POWER. 
 
 ORDINATION HYMN. 
 
 GREAT is the work, but Thine, O God, the power, 
 Our Strength in weakness, and in fear, our Tower; 
 Seal with Thy Spirit what our hands have done, 
 And crown with joyful fruits the work begun. 
 
 Sustain Thy servant in his varied toil ; 
 Enrich the sower, bless the fruitful soil. 
 To prayer and faith, let souls redeemed be given ; 
 Graces made perfect, spirits trained for heaven. 
 
 The work, the gifts, the heart to do and bear, 
 To us intrusted, crave, God, Thy care ; 
 Cheerful, we wait Thy will, our field assign ; 
 Grant us Thy help, and be the glory Thine. 
 
 oj^o 
 
 THE CHOSEN OF GOD. 
 
 OH, blest are they to whom 't is given 
 To shine as radiant stars above, — 
 The sons of light, the heirs of heaven. 
 The tenants of a world of love. 
 
 No grief shall draw the swelling tear 
 Of anguish from the pilgrim's eye ; 
 
 No wearying toil, no anxious fear, — 
 The conqueror never more shall die. 
 
218 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 No fierce disease, no chilling blast, 
 Shall e'er that better land invade ; 
 
 Faith's vision there shall change to sight. 
 And glory o'er the scene be shed. 
 
 And there the peace that Jesus gives, 
 In every ransomed soul shall reign ; 
 
 There parted friends shall meet in joy, 
 There mothers clasp their babes again. 
 
 O glorious world, in vain we strive 
 To catch a glimpse of joys so high ; 
 
 Nor thought can reach, nor words describe 
 The scenes that glow beyond the sky ! 
 
 With ardent zeal our souls are fired 
 To pass beyond affliction's rod, 
 
 The crown of endless life to win. 
 And reach the paradise of God. 
 
 o;<Ko 
 
 THE SICKLE AND THE SHEAF. 
 
 ' '"T^ IS mine to wield the sickle, 
 
 X Thine, Lord, to give the sheaf ; 
 Through Thee the buds of spring-time 
 
 Burst into life and leaf. 
 Mine is the toil of seed-time, 
 
 And Thine the sun and rain ; 
 Mine is the sweat and patience, 
 
 And Thine the ripened grain. 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 219 
 
 Though wan and weary reapers 
 
 Amid their labors fall, 
 And workmen, few and scattered. 
 
 In vain for helpers call ; 
 Though noontide heat burns fiercely, 
 
 Or threatening tempest lowers, — 
 The gathering and the gleaning 
 
 Is by mightier strength than ours. 
 
 We can wait with calm endurance, 
 
 Though the drought curls up the leaf ; 
 We can trust Jehovah-jireh 
 
 To fill the swelling sheaf. 
 'T is ours the sturdy muscle. 
 
 The vigorous arm to bring ; 
 'T is Thine with lieavenly blessing 
 
 To make the valleys sing. 
 
 We shall reach the outmost furrows, 
 
 In their drooping tassels dressed ; 
 Beyond the field of labor. 
 
 We shall find a place of rest. 
 We shall meet again the reapers 
 
 Who share our grief and joy ; 
 In the harvest-song of glory. 
 
 We shall find one blest employ. 
 
 The eagle from her eyrie 
 
 Flies forth at dawn of day, 
 Poised on her fearless pinions, 
 
 With God to guide her way. 
 Soars upward, as the morning 
 
 Glows with God's glory bright, 
 On, till her form, receding, 
 
 Loses itself in light. 
 
220 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 So, when the work is ended, — 
 
 The garnered crop secure, — 
 And God shall bid His reapers 
 
 Toil in the heat no more ; 
 We from all care and sorrow 
 
 Shall find divine relief, 
 And lay before our Master 
 
 The sickle and the sheaf. 
 
 CHEIST, THE COENER-STONE. 
 
 WE build on Christ, our Corner-stone, 
 That Rock of Ages we adore ; 
 Glory shall crown His name alone, 
 Rock of our faith, eternal, sure ! 
 
 Each stone we lay shall speak His praise ; 
 
 And spire and pinnacle shall rise 
 In solemn grandeur, holy grace, — 
 
 A grateful tribute to the skies. 
 
 In faith, this corner-stone we lay ; 
 
 In hope, the house of God we rear. 
 Here God will answer when we pray ; 
 
 Jehovah shall be worshipped here. 
 
 And when in silent dust we sleep. 
 This sacred stone shall still record 
 
 That we and ours the covenant keep. 
 That we and ours confess the Lord. 
 
 Newton Centre, August 27, 1887. 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 221 
 
 THE REAPERS. 
 
 FAR o'er the distant mountain ridge 
 Climbs up the morning ray, 
 Whose growing light and warmth foretell 
 
 The reign of perfect day ; 
 O'er the wide fields the springing grain 
 
 Shoots up its verdant threads, 
 Prophetic of the waving crop, 
 And the wheat's ripened heads. 
 
 Joy for the reapers, when they lay 
 
 Their gleaming sickles by ; 
 And countless heaps of precious sheaves 
 
 In yellow bundles lie. 
 From field and home, from plain and hill, 
 
 Hasting in joyous throngs, 
 They make the bright and fragrant air 
 
 Echo with grateful songs. 
 
 So shall the seed of truth and grace, 
 
 Scattered by loving hands, 
 Harvests of untold wealth produce 
 
 In all the earth's broad lands. 
 The germ, once dropped in fertile soil, 
 
 A wondrous yield shall see. 
 Divinely sown, divinely fraught 
 
 With immortality. 
 
222 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 THE AGED PASTOR 
 
 TO REV. C. A. THOMAS, D.D., BRANDON, VT. 
 
 HAIL, pastor ! with thy honored brow 
 And age's silver head ; 
 What memories of the loved and lost, 
 
 The living and the dead, 
 Crowd on the thoughts, as time recalls 
 
 The scenes of earlier years, 
 Weaving, like flowers with autumn leaves, 
 Garlands of joy and tears ! 
 
 How forty years of life have made 
 
 Familiar faces strange ! 
 While history with her pen records 
 
 How men and landscapes change ; 
 And near twice forty years, thy steps, 
 
 The wreath of cloud and flame 
 Has led, alternate, proving still 
 
 Thy covenant, God, the same. 
 
 Hail, pastor ! though the years have sped, 
 
 Faithful and trusted still ; 
 Trusted, on life's ascending slope. 
 
 Faithful, as slants the hill 
 Declining westward, where the sun 
 
 Turns toward the light of even, 
 And rests among the pillared clouds, 
 
 The gateways into heaven. 
 
THE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 223 
 
 We bring no formal incense here ; 
 
 We speak no empty praise ; 
 We hang not on the grand old oak, 
 
 A wreath of heartless bays, — 
 While thankful memory wanders back 
 
 Through all the growing years, 
 And eyes the busy world has dazed, 
 
 Are dimmed with grateful tears. 
 
 The wide career our feet have trod ; 
 
 The tasks of duty done ; 
 The conquered fields, the harvests gained ; 
 
 The laurels sought and won, — 
 Are but his life, whose lips have taught 
 
 Lessons of love and truth, 
 Embodied in our riper days. 
 
 Taught in our tender youth. 
 
 And he whose lips and life alike 
 
 Inspired us to be men, 
 Enshrined in Time's slow-gathering years, 
 
 Shall live and move agam, 
 As sculptured bust or pamted form. 
 
 The boast of ancient days, 
 Transmitted through all ages, still 
 
 Lives for a joy and praise. 
 
224 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 STEWARDSHIP. 
 
 Song at the opening of the Seaman's Bazaar at Faneuil Hall, 
 Boston, December 22, 1865. 
 
 IN marts of wealth, in gilded halls, 
 At power's exalted shrine, 
 With solemn voice, Jehovah calls, 
 " This wealth, this power, is mine." 
 
 Grateful, whate'er you need, enjoy, 
 
 Of all the bounteous store ; 
 The rest, 't is God's command, employ 
 
 To bless His suffering poor. 
 
 Give freely, like the fruitful seed ; 
 
 Give, like the sun and rain, — 
 Claiming no merit for the deed, 
 
 Nor asking aught again. 
 
 Those words of love, a rich reward 
 
 For every gift shall be, — 
 " Ye gave it unto Christ the Lord, 
 
 Ye gave it unto me." 
 
TEE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 225 
 
 GOD OF THE STAERY WORLDS ABOVE. 
 
 INVOCATION BEFORE THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 GOD of the starry worlds above ! 
 God of Creation's goodly frame ! 
 Glory, Thy robe ; Thy nature, love, — 
 We rear this temple to Thy name. 
 
 Come, Divine Shekinah, come ! 
 
 God over all, here hold Thy state ! 
 Dwell in this house, — Thy chosen home ; 
 
 These earthly courts Thy presence wait. 
 
 Come, like the peaceful twilight hour ; 
 
 Come, like the glowing noontide ray. 
 Come, blessing by Thy glorious power ; 
 
 Thy light diffuse, Thy grace display. 
 
 Come, as the gentle rain distils 
 
 On new-mown fields, with quickening power ; 
 Revive us, from the heavenly hills. 
 
 As dews revive the fainting flower. 
 
 And while our new hosannas here, 
 
 With grateful heart and voice, we raise, 
 
 Descend in glorious grace, and rear 
 A living temple to Thy praise. 
 
 15 
 
226 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 COME, DIVINE SHEKINAH, COME! 
 
 DEDICATION HYilN. 
 
 COME, Divine Shekinah, come ! 
 With glory fill this new abode : 
 Come, — in our waiting souls there 's room, — 
 Display Thy power, — a present God. 
 
 Come to our shrine, O God of love, — 
 Come as a God of love and power ; 
 
 Kefresh Thy people from above, 
 
 As dews refresh the drooping flower. 
 
 Come as a spring and fount of grace. 
 Our temple with Thy light adorn, 
 
 As crimson rays of glory trace 
 The gorgeous rising of the morn. 
 
 Come as a dove, with wings of peace, 
 The sad to cheer, the bruised to heal, 
 
 The wounds that sin has made, to ease, 
 The covenant of our life to seal. 
 
 Display Thy power, a present God ; 
 
 Come, in our waiting souls there 's room ; 
 With glory fill this new abode, — 
 
 Come, Divine Shekinah, come ! 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 227 
 
 DEDICATION OF CAEYA^LLE CHAPEL. 
 
 COME, God the Father, for our hands have reared 
 This sacred shrine to Thy almighty name ; 
 Come, as, of old, the solemn cloud appeared, 
 Wlien to the temple veil Thy presence came. 
 
 Come, God the Son, display Thy healing power ; 
 
 Accept our gift, and here set up Thy throne ; 
 Our refuge Thou, our hope, our only tower. 
 
 Thy blood our ransom, reign in us alone. 
 
 Come, God the Spirit, teach our hearts to bring 
 Words of true prayer ; our human lips inspire ; 
 
 Thine is the temple, Thme the psalms we smg ; 
 Our hearts are Thine ; Thou art our souls' desire. 
 
 Come, Father, Son, and Spirit, God alone ; 
 
 With reverent homage at Thy feet we bow. 
 We yield to Thee the work our hands have done, — 
 
 Our temple stands, its crowning glory, Thou. 
 
228 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 GOD OF THE MOUNTAINS AND THE SEA. 
 
 RE-DEDICATION OF SEAMEN'S BETHEL, NOVEMBER 8, 1893. 
 " The abundance of the sea shall be converted unto Thee." 
 
 GOD of the mountaiiis and the sea, 
 Thy grateful people come to Thee, 
 To offer humble praise and prayer, 
 Thy love to own, — Thy grace to share. 
 
 Come, enter. Lord, our Bethel gates, 
 The temple for Thy presence waits ; 
 Display Thy power, Thy grace make known ; 
 In every heart erect Thy throne. 
 
 We dedicate the house to Thee ; 
 Here let Thy saints Thy glory see, 
 Thy name to waiting souls reveal, 
 The contrite soothe, the wounded heal. 
 
 Gather from every land and shore 
 Glad trophies of Thy saving power, 
 And own the abundance of the sea, 
 A rightful offering, Lord, to Thee. 
 
THE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 229 
 
 THE FATHERS, WHERE ARE THEY ? 
 
 WHILE centuries pass with solemn tread, 
 And kingdoms sink, the Church remains. 
 From life's immortal fountain fed, 
 A light whose glory never wanes. 
 
 Where are the fathers ? Once they stood 
 With fervent faith, with armor bright ; 
 
 Now, gathered with the sons of God, 
 As stars at morning melt in light. 
 
 Here have they worshipped ; here they died ; 
 
 And here their fallen mantles rest ; 
 Though gone from earth, their works abide. 
 
 Like sunset glory in the west. 
 
 Tlie censers, from their hands we take, 
 And wave with hallowed incense still ; 
 
 They sleep in death ; their cliildren wake, 
 The lamps with golden light to fill. 
 
 Head of the Church, our All, our Guide, 
 We own Thy power, we sing Thy grace ; 
 
 Still to new conquests Thou shalt ride, 
 And added centuries speak Thy praise. 
 
230 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 SWEEP ON, CAE OF LIGHT! 
 
 DEDICATION OF THE GOSPEL CAR "EMMANUEL," IN 
 DENVER, COLORADO, MAY, 1893. 
 
 SWEEP on, car of Hght ! 
 God bless thy holy flight ; 
 On thy wheels brmg 
 Peace to the troubled breast, 
 And, to the weary, rest ; 
 Glad, for thy mission blest. 
 The angels sing. 
 
 Roll o'er the mountain's height ; 
 Eoll to the waters bright. 
 
 The distant sea ; 
 Visit the lonely vale, 
 Outfly the wintry gale ; 
 Thy errand will not fail, 
 
 God moves with thee. 
 
 Ride on, triumphant Lord ! 
 Thy Spirit and Thy word 
 
 Shall speed Thy way. 
 Scatter the shades of night ; 
 Command, " Let there be light ! " 
 Gird on Thy sword of might, 
 
 And win the day. 
 
 Salvation's chariot, roll 
 On, till from pole to pole 
 Christ reigns alone ; 
 
XnE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 231 
 
 Till darkness turns to day, 
 Till earth shall choose His sway, 
 And all its trophies lay 
 Before His throne. 
 
 Davenport, Iowa, March, 1893. 
 
 t>»ic 
 
 FAREWELL TO THE OLD CHURCH. 
 
 DEAR is each well-remembered face, 
 Preserved in memory's shrine ; 
 No scene will drive them from their place. 
 
 Or dim one precious line. 
 We linger, chained by love, to-day, 
 
 Amid the hallowed past, 
 And weep, as mournfully we say, — 
 This hour must be the last. 
 
 Here were our early footsteps brought, 
 
 And here, in riper years, 
 Our hearts, with joy or sorrow fraught, 
 
 Burdened with doubts and fears, 
 Like rivers, swollen with floods in spring. 
 
 Gushed with repentant grief. 
 Or felt the power of grace to bring 
 
 The needed, sweet relief. 
 
 Here pilgrims came, with weary feet. 
 
 And sat in pious trust. 
 And left, their pilgrimage complete. 
 
 The memor}^ of the just ; 
 
232 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 We linger in the places where 
 Their honored footsteps trod, 
 
 And trace the path of faith and prayer, 
 By which they passed to God. 
 
 Here we have pledged the solemn vow 
 
 To Him who reigns above ; 
 Here learned in humble faith to bow 
 
 To Him whose name is Love. 
 Here have we stood, a grateful band. 
 
 Nor sought such bonds to part, — 
 Dear every brother's faithful hand, 
 
 Each sister's loving heart. 
 
 As pilgrims, doomed awhile to roam 
 
 On some far distant shore, — 
 Returned to seek their early home, 
 
 Their well known cottage-door, — 
 Mourn for the friends of earlier times, 
 
 For many an honored head, — 
 Some passed, long since, to other climes. 
 
 Some, sleeping with the dead, — 
 
 Some, rifled of their youthful bloom, 
 
 White rose-leaves on their brow, 
 Some, shadowed o'er by clouds of gloom, 
 
 Alas, how altered now ! — 
 We seek the friends to memory dear, — 
 
 How many — but in vain ; 
 Oh, who will bring our loved ones here. 
 
 Just as they were, again ? 
 
 Gone, but not lost, — in nobler spheres, 
 Redeemed and saved, they shine ; 
 
TUE GOSPEL MINISTRY. 233 
 
 Each liand a palm of glory bears, 
 
 Each brow, a light divine ; 
 And we on earth, and they above, 
 
 Led by one Shepherd's hand, 
 Encircled by one wreath of love. 
 
 Form still one blessed band. 
 
 Tis done, — we leave the hallowed ground, 
 
 But keep what grace has done ; 
 The rusliing tide of life has found 
 
 New victories to be won ; 
 But, temple, where the saints have prayed. 
 
 Where God has deigned to dwell, 
 How shall we let thy glory fade ? 
 
 How shall we say " farewell " ? 
 
 How shall we leave the sacred shrine 
 
 Where once our fathers trod ; 
 How darken here the light divine 
 
 Of those who walked with God ? 
 With quivering lip, with tearful eye. 
 
 With calm, but bleeding heart. 
 We sit in mournful sympathy, 
 
 And breathe the word, — Depart. 
 
 But yonder, springs in joyous hght, 
 
 A temple high and pure ; 
 Tlie tenants, clad in raiment bright. 
 
 Shall leave its courts no more ; 
 No night shall darken o'er its wall ; 
 
 No sigh with anthems blend ; 
 No mourners weep, no shadow fall, — 
 
 Its worship never end. 
 
234 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Then they that sowed in faith and tears 
 
 Shall reap in endless joy ; 
 And saints from all the varied years, 
 
 Shall find one glad employ. 
 Cemented by one bond of love, 
 
 Striking one heavenly strain. 
 Our members all shall meet above, 
 
 Baldwin Place Chukch again. 
 
THE LIVING CUURCH. 235 
 
 TIIE LiymG CHURCH. 
 
 THE EOCK OF AGES.i 
 
 BUILT on the Eock of Ages, Lord, 
 Thy living Church abides secure ; 
 Nations and men may fade away, 
 Thy work of Grace shall still endure. 
 
 This temple, to Thine honor reared, 
 Waits for Thy crowning presence now ; 
 
 Accept the work our hands have wrought ; 
 We are but dust, — almighty, Thou. 
 
 Here men of God shall speak thy praise ; 
 
 Treasures of thought be gathered here ; 
 And truth, from living lips dispensed. 
 
 Fall, welcome, on the listening ear. 
 
 With humble faith, with holy joy. 
 We lay our gift before Thy face : 
 
 'T is dark, but for Thy radiant light ; 
 'T is poor, but for Thy heavenly Grace. 
 
 Then let Thy glorious presence. Lord, 
 O'er all the hallowed work appear ; 
 
 And let the living record stand, — 
 The place is holy ; God is here. 
 
 * Sang at the dedication of a church edifice. 
 
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 GOD ALL IN ALL.i 
 
 GOD of all grace, supreme, alone ; 
 Thy robe, the light ; the heavens. Thy throne ; 
 The winds. Thy voice ; Thy path, the sea, — 
 Eeverent, we bow, and worsliip Thee. 
 
 In all Thy works. Thy hand we trace ; 
 Creation does but veil Thy face. 
 Thy life, our life ; Thy warmth, our spring ; 
 Our only rest. Thy sheltering wing. 
 
 Thy breath makes every pulse-beat thrill ; 
 We feel the whispers of Thy will ; 
 We come, we go, at Thy command ; 
 We wait the moving of Thy hand. 
 
 Plant in our hearts Thy love and fear ; 
 Teach us Thy precepts to revere ; 
 And fashion us, through grace, to be 
 But living temples meet for Thee. 
 
 DIVINE PEOVIDENCK 
 
 DEDICATION HYMN. 
 
 OH, praise ye Jehovah ; His glory proclaim ! 
 Bring joyful hosannas to honor His name ; 
 With glad acclamations His altar draw near ; 
 Bow low to His footstool ; Jehovah is here. 
 
 ^ Sung at Tremont Temple, Boston, February 24, 1890. 
 
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 He speaks in creation ; He rules o'er the flood, 
 Through Nature's wide reahu the Omnipotent God ; 
 But chooses the temples we build to His praise, 
 As shrines for His name, and abodes of His grace. 
 
 Then come where we w^ait Thy blessing to prove, 
 Thou, strong to redeem, and Thou, matchless in love ; 
 Like light breaking forth from the gates of the morn, 
 May rays from Thy glory this temple adorn ! 
 
 THE REDEEMER'S TEARS. 
 
 "T^ WAS at the grave of Lazarus, 
 
 J- The two fond sisters, in their sackcloth robes. 
 Drenched in affliction, and the godless Jews, 
 In that one scene made lovely, as they went 
 To weep with Mary at the sepulchre, 
 Stood there, a grieving circle. She came forth. 
 Obedient, e'en m sorrow, to the call 
 Of Him who called for her. There was no voice 
 Among the whited stones that pointed out 
 The home of dead men, and no scenery, 
 Or sweet, or gorgeous, in the liills or vales 
 Of loveliest form and hue that spread around them. 
 To call forth a moment's admiration ; 
 There was one absorbing sense of sorrow, 
 That burned at the heart's core. The glorious voice 
 Of Him who raised, triumphant, the dead brother 
 Had not broke out in holy thnnksgiWng ; 
 But there they stood, consumed by their deep grief, 
 And there — there, Jesus ivcpt. 
 
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 The evening sun slanted among the hills 
 Where Zion's temple shone. Down the descent 
 Of Olivet a joyous crowd advanced, 
 Singing hosannas unto Him that came, — 
 The Son of David, and yet David's Lord, 
 The prophet of their nation ; not as when 
 Each heart beat sadly, and the silent tears 
 Stole down the cheeks of all the sorrowing band 
 At the dead brother's tomb. Now all was gay 
 And bright. But unto a devoted place, 
 Cursed as the dwelling of the crucifiers. 
 The crucifiers of the Lord of life 
 And glory, they were drawing near. The crowd, 
 Eejoicing in their city, and the sheen 
 Of their own glorious temple, pressed their way. 
 Thoughtless of coming evil. But, behold ! 
 Amid the happy throng one stretched His gaze 
 Into eternity, soon to receive 
 The uncomforted inhabitants, whose towers 
 Were ready to their fall, — the inhabitants 
 Who knew not when their visitation came ; 
 One gazed in silent sadness as He thought 
 Upon their coming fate, and Jesus wept. 
 
 Wept twice on earth, — once at the tomb of him 
 Whose sorrowing sisters He had loved ; and once. 
 When He foresaw Jerusalem's dread fate. 
 
TUE LIVING CUURCU. 239 
 
 THE LAST SUPPER. 
 
 JOHN XIII. 1; XIV. 14,23,27. 
 
 FROM the villages retiring, 
 Burning with a holy flame, 
 Thongh His last days were expiring, 
 
 Jesus to the city came : 
 Still His owTi disciples loving, 
 
 He had words of peace to say ; 
 Anxious thoughts His breast were moving 
 As drew near the farewell day. 
 
 Round the sacred table sitting, 
 
 When the traitorous foe had gone, 
 Love their souls more closely knitting, 
 
 As the dreadful scene drew on. 
 Pledges of His love He gave them. 
 
 Sweet memorials of His name ; 
 Then declared how He, to save them, 
 
 From the Father's bosom came. 
 
 Peace I leave — my dying token — 
 
 'T is my peace I give to you ; 
 Let the words that I have spoken 
 
 Be your trust and comfort too. 
 For a little while I leave you, 
 
 To my Father I must go ; 
 Yet I will not — will not grieve you, 
 
 But the Comforter bestow. 
 
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 Mansions in yon world of glory, 
 
 I am going to prepare ; 
 Though the path be dark and gory, 
 
 Ye shall all be with Me there. 
 Father, let Thy mercy guide them, 
 
 Sanctify them by Thy grace ; 
 And, whatever woes betide them, 
 
 Let them see Thy smiling face. 
 
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 GETHSEMANE. 
 
 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow. 
 Behold the suffering Saviour go. 
 To sad Gethsemane. 
 His countenance is all divine ; 
 Yet grief appears in every line. 
 
 He bows beneath the sins of men ; 
 He cries to God, and cries again. 
 
 In sad Gethsemane. 
 He lifts His mournful eyes above, — 
 " My Father, can this cup remove ? " 
 
 With gentle resignation still, 
 He yielded to His Father's will, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 " Behold Me here, Thine only Son ; 
 And, Father, let Thy will be done." 
 
THE LIVING CUURCH. 241 
 
 The Father lieard ; and angels, there. 
 Sustained the Son of God iu prayer, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 He drank the dreadful cup of pain. 
 Then rose to life and joy again. 
 
 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, 
 And scenes of anguish make us weep. 
 
 To sad Gethsemane 
 We '11 look, and see the Saviour there, 
 And humbly bow, like Him, in prayer. 
 
 THE LOED IS EISEN! 
 
 THE Lord is risen ! and angels wait 
 Around the place where Jesus slept ; 
 'Mid Eoman swords and Jewish hate, 
 Unseen, their loving watch they kept. 
 
 The Lord is risen ! The guard, the seal. 
 Conspire to hold their trust, in vain. 
 
 He lives ! He lives ! Before Him kneel ! 
 The Conqueror now, though once the Slain. 
 
 The Lord is risen ! The timid few 
 
 Heard with faint faith the wondrous word ; 
 
 " Can such deep mystery be true ? " 
 
 " Where, gardener, hast thou laid my Lord ? " 
 
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242 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 He looked ! He spoke ! — His loving word 
 Made the sad woman's heart rejoice ; 
 
 " Mary," — she knew her risen Lord ; 
 " Eabboni," — 't is the Master's voice ! 
 
 The Lord is risen ! — Death's reign is o'er ; 
 
 The goal acliieved, the victory won. 
 The Lord is risen ! His name adore ! 
 
 The great atoning work is done ! 
 
 THE LIVING CHUECH SWEEPS ON.i 
 
 CENTENNIAL HYMN. 
 
 BLEST be the ancient men whose feet 
 Once sought these holy towers ; 
 Blest be the saints whose voices sweet 
 Hallowed the sacred hours. 
 
 Blest be the sires whose Christly speech 
 
 In silvery accents flowed ; 
 So skilled to pray, so skilled to preach, — 
 
 Men grandly taught of God. 
 
 Numbered among the holy dead. 
 Their forms from earth are gone ; 
 
 Through all the century's silent tread, 
 The Living Church sweeps on. 
 
 ^ Written for the Church of the Epiphany, New York City, May 10, 
 1891. 
 
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 Have faith in God ; His sceptred arm 
 
 O'er time and tempest reigns ; 
 His little tiock, secure from harm, 
 
 Safe on the Eock remains. 
 
 God of our fathers, in Thy name 
 
 Our banners still we raise ; 
 Thy changeless love, the years proclaim. 
 
 And swell Thy sounding praise. 
 
 A EICH BEQUEST. 
 
 WHERE are the ancient men who reared 
 In faith this honored shrine ? 
 Where are the godly souls whose deeds 
 On this fair record shine ? 
 
 Joined to yon glorious host on high, — 
 The heavenly Bridegroom's train ; 
 
 Choice souls ! — to them, to live was Christ, 
 To them, to die was gain. 
 
 The Church, the world, their native land, 
 
 They served with noble lives ; 
 Loved and lamented ! and their faith, 
 
 A rich bequest, survives. 
 
 The long procession upward winds 
 
 To the celestial shore ; 
 The living, loving, keep the path 
 
 The leaders trod before. 
 
244 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 As beams the sun from age to age, 
 
 With undimiuished blaze, 
 Lord, may the light they kindled here 
 
 Sliine ever to Thy praise. 
 
 Head of the Church, while rolling years 
 
 Their solemn course fulfil, 
 Smile on the work the fathers wrought, 
 
 And bless their children still. 
 
 May 9, 1890. 
 
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 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 
 
 THE PEESENT AND THE ETERNAL. 
 
 ' 'T^ IS but a step to yon bright world, 
 X The home above the skies ; 
 
 As evening beauty scarcely pales, 
 E'er morning's glories rise. 
 
 'T is but an hour, — and scenes of grief 
 
 Shall change to joy again, 
 As rainbows crown the passing cloud 
 
 With sunlight, after rain. 
 
 A tale of woe, a sad farewell, 
 
 A shriek of pain or grief, — 
 'T is but a wave that stirs the air, 
 
 A breeze that fans the leaf. 
 
 'T is but a shadow, when the sun 
 
 Is hid in dim eclipse ; 
 'T is but a frozen dewdrop when 
 
 The frost the rose-leaf nips. 
 
 The frost dissolves ; the dew exhales ; 
 
 The rose-tree blooms anew ; 
 The shadow passes ; burns the sun, 
 
 As erst, in heaven's bright blue. 
 
246 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 'T is but a night when darkness rules, 
 
 And mortals tread uncertain ; 
 Quick comes the dawn, and beaming morn 
 
 Pours sunlight through the curtain. 
 
 Not time, nor space, nor work shall e'er 
 Love's clasping tendrils sever ; 
 
 As clinging vines still upward climb, 
 And, climbing, cling forever. 
 
 blessed bond of loving hearts ; 
 
 Blest union, never broken ; 
 Blest land, where tears are never shed, 
 
 And farewells never spoken ! 
 
 Through joy and grief, through pain and death. 
 We tread towards heaven's high portal, 
 
 And yield, unmoved, the things that change, 
 For flowers and fruits immortal 
 
 November 7, 1866. 
 
 o>3i=:c 
 
 DESPONDENCY. 
 
 THE clouds of affliction and pain 
 Have shrouded in mourning the sky ; 
 Thick darkness conceals all the plain, 
 
 And tempests are hurrying by. 
 I cry out, with sorrow o'erwhelmed, 
 
 While tears from my weeping eyes break ; 
 When shall I with sorrow be done ; 
 Oh, when in Thy likeness awake ? 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 247 
 
 Yet 'tis not my friends that I mourn, — 
 
 I weep not that loved ones retire ; 
 I grieve not that I am forlorn, 
 
 And earthly enjoyments expire. 
 My Saviour ! my Saviour ! my God ! 
 
 Why dost Tliou my spirit forsake ? 
 Oh, when shall I throw off my load ? 
 
 Oh, when in Thy likeness awake ? 
 
 The winds of temptation arise, 
 
 And howl o'er my pathway of night ; 
 The cloud never moves from the skies, 
 
 To show the blest beaming of light. 
 With madness I rush into sin, 
 
 Then grief comes, my poor heart to break ; 
 When shall I be sinful no more ? 
 
 Oh, when in Thy likeness awake ? 
 
 Oh, when shall my Sabbaths again 
 
 Be sweet and delightful to me ? 
 When shall I, my Saviour, obtain 
 
 Communion of spirit with Thee ? 
 This darkness and dulness I long, 
 
 I long from my bosom to shake ; 
 When shall I to gladness return ? 
 
 Oh, when in Thy likeness awake ? 
 
 My Saviour ! my Saviour ! I wait, 
 
 I wait till Thy glory arise ; 
 I watch at Thy merciful gate. 
 
 Till li^ht bursts a^ain from the skies. 
 Then gladness shall swell in my breast, 
 
 No more these complaints shall I make ; 
 But calmly my spirit shall rest. 
 
 And I, in Thy likeness, awake. 
 
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 CONSECRATION. 
 
 ' 'Tn WAS God who heard when hope was dying ; 
 
 X 'T was God who made me look and Uve. 
 He saw me to His covenant flying, 
 
 And condescended to forgive. 
 
 From long distress and thoughts of anguish, 
 
 He gave my spirit sweet release ; 
 No more in sorrow left to languish, 
 
 My bosom now has perfect peace. 
 
 Tell me, dear Saviour, what oblation 
 To Heaven's high altar shall I bring ? 
 
 What sacrifice for such salvation, 
 To Thee my life, my God, my King ? 
 
 My soul, myself, my all, I give Thee, 
 
 Forever to be Thine alone ; 
 And let my praise — for Thou art worthy — 
 
 Swell in rich numbers to Thy throne. 
 
 Accept my service, blessed Spirit, 
 Till I my course on earth have sped ; 
 
 Then let me endless life inherit, 
 Still onward by Thy guidance led. 
 
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 IMPORTUNITY IN PEAYER. 
 
 "LET ME GO, FOR THE DAY BREAKETH." 
 
 GO ? When the promise stands, 
 That a faithful God will hear ! 
 Go ? when the Intercessor's voice 
 Sounds in the Almighty's ear ! 
 Go ? When my inmost spirit breaks, 
 For the longing it hath for Thee ! 
 Oh, no ! the Blessed shall not go, 
 Until He blesses me ! 
 
 There is life in the gracious God, — 
 
 A fountain that cannot fail ; 
 A gentle hand that can wipe the tear, 
 
 And soothe the contrite wail. 
 There is One who can speak the word, 
 
 And the blind shall rise and see ; 
 Oh, then, the Blessed shall not go, 
 
 Until He blesseth me ! 
 
 Yes, ashes and dust may plead 
 
 With the Holy One above ; 
 And the earnest prayer ascend 
 
 To the God whose name is Love ; 
 Angels may not be sent 
 
 In their heavenly ministry, — 
 But the Blessed shall never go, 
 
 Until He blesseth me. 
 
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 My spirit glows in faith. 
 
 My heart in strong desire ; 
 And God will come — will come 
 
 Ere the lamp of life expire. 
 Thou wilt not desert, I know. 
 
 The heart that clings to Thee ; 
 Oh, no ! the Blessed will not go. 
 
 Until He blesseth me ! 
 
 FAR FROM EARTH. 
 
 FAR from earth retreating, 
 From its scenes so fleeting, 
 Lord, I come to Thee. 
 From Thy glorious dwelling, 
 Where heaven's joys are welling, 
 Saviour, look on me ! 
 Let Thy light 
 Dispel my night ; 
 Let Thy holy peace come o'er me, 
 While I bend before Thee. 
 
 Worldly hopes, I speak not, 
 Worldly good, I seek not, 
 
 Here before Thy throne ; 
 Let Thy Spirit, shining, 
 Come, from sin refining ; 
 Let Thy blood atone. 
 
 From my heart 
 
 Let earth depart. 
 Every idol object sever ; 
 In me reign forever. 
 
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 Lord, behold me waiting, 
 Freely consecrating 
 
 All I have to Thee ; 
 Near Thy cross abiding, 
 In Thy love confiding, 
 
 Longing Thine to be. 
 Come, then, come. 
 My heart illume ; 
 Make my soul Thy Spirit's dwelling, 
 Rebel thoughts expelling. 
 
 Grace has made me willing, — 
 Grace, my spirit filling ; 
 
 Lord, the praise be Thine ; 
 When, with free salvation, 
 Saved from condemnation. 
 
 Near Thy throne I shine. 
 Then the strain 
 Shall swell again, — 
 Glory to Thy love, blest Saviour ! 
 Reign, reign, forever ! 
 
 PASSING ON, PASSING UP. 
 
 PASSING on, passing up, to the platform of life, 
 Its honors, its trials, its glory, its strife ; 
 Passing on, passing up, as day follows on day, — 
 Passing on, passing up, and then, passing away. 
 
 The honored, the cherished, the good, have passed on, 
 Like morning stars, lost in the glow of the sun, — 
 The seal on their virtues, in safety their fame, 
 No stain on their record, no blot on their name. 
 
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 The silver-tongued prophet sleeps silent, aside ; 
 The statesman lies low in his manhood's young pride ; 
 Our comrades in toil have passed on before, — 
 Passing on, passing up, to the heavenly shore. 
 
 Still the flag of distress, in our sight, is unfurled ; 
 Still waits for the sickle, the field of the world ; 
 Still high on the tower where the herald has been. 
 Is emblazoned the call, " Wanted, Christians, and men ! ' 
 
 men for the times ! with heart and with hands, 
 Go, toil where the Master your labor demands ; 
 And, faithful, toil on, till the close of the day, — 
 Passing onward and upward, and passing away. 
 
 Mat, 1868. 
 
 THY WILL, LOED, BE DONE. 
 
 THY way, O God, is best, — 
 Thy way, not mine ; 
 Patient beneath Thy rod. 
 Quick to obey Thy nod. 
 Because Thou art my God, — 
 Thy way, not mine. 
 
 I know Thy wise design ; 
 
 Thy will is mine. 
 From earthly dross refine. 
 Shape to the mould divine. 
 My soul shall ne'er repine, — 
 
 Thy will, not mine. 
 
 Clay in the potter's hand, 
 Thy will is mine. 
 
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 'T is Tliine, the vase to make, 
 Or Thine, dear Lord, to break ; 
 Thiue, or to give, or take, — 
 Thy will, not mine. 
 
 Sorrow, or joy, be seut, — 
 
 Thy will is mine ; 
 In all. Thy love I see ; 
 Whate'er my lot may be, 
 I trust my all to Thee, — 
 
 Thy will is mine. 
 
 March 30, 1892. 
 
 YE AKE NOT YOUR OWN. 
 
 OH, not my own these vertlant hills, 
 And fruits and tlowers, and stream and wood ; 
 But His, who all with glory fills, 
 
 Who bought me with His precious blood ! 
 
 Oh, not my own this wondrous frame, 
 
 Its curious work, its living soul ; 
 But His, who for my ransom came, 
 
 Slain for my sake, — He claims the whole ! 
 
 Oh, not my own, the grace that keeps 
 
 My feet from fierce temptations free ! 
 Oh, not my own, the thought that leaps, 
 
 Adoring, blessed Lord, to Tliee ! 
 
 Oh, not my own ! I '11 soar and sing. 
 
 When life, and all its toils, are o'er ; 
 And Thou Thy trembling lamb shalt bring 
 
 Safe home, — to wander never more ! 
 
254 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 ALL THINGS ARE YOUES. 
 
 ALL that is pleasant to the eye, — 
 The earth with all her stores, 
 The glowing sun, the rainbow's dye, — 
 All present things are yours. 
 
 The throne where all the holy bow ; 
 
 The mansions where they rest ; 
 The sweet, refreshing gales that blow ; 
 
 The raptures of the blest ; 
 
 The harp, the robes, the diadem ; 
 
 The never-fading flowers ; 
 Heaven's shaded walks and living stream. 
 
 All coming things are yours ! 
 
 All things are yours, for Jesus dwells 
 
 Within your glowing heart ; 
 And many a raptured feeling tells, 
 
 He never will depart. 
 
 All tilings are yours, and Christ is God's ! 
 
 Tho' grief your day obscures. 
 Soon you shall see heaven's bright abode. 
 
 And know that all is yours ! 
 
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 A PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE. 
 
 WHEN God is near, 
 O heart with sorrow swelling, 
 Pour out thy grief, thy tale of anguish telling ; 
 And love will wipe each flowing tear, 
 When God is near. 
 
 When God comes nigh. 
 Peace quells the soul's commotion. 
 And sheds the sweet serene of calm devotion ; 
 
 And every cloud of grief must fly, 
 
 When God comes nigh. 
 
 When God comes near, 
 Let every heart receive Him ; 
 Slight not the Spirit's call, nor dare to grieve Him ; 
 
 " The still small voice," be wise to hear. 
 
 When God is near. 
 
 When God is nigh. 
 Covet not earthly pleasure. 
 But seek in heaven an ever-during treasure ; 
 
 Each tear is seen, and heard each sigh, 
 
 When God is nigh. 
 
256 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 THEKE'S REST FOR THEE. 
 
 THERE 'S rest for thee, 
 Fond heart, who life art wasting. 
 Remit thy eager search of earth-born bliss ; 
 The Saviour seek — true fount of happiness. 
 Elee to that refuge while thy days are hasting ! 
 
 There 's peace for thee ; 
 Whose heart is all commotion, 
 
 The voice of Christ can calm the troubled sea. 
 
 Forsake thy sins, and to His covenant flee, 
 And sweet shall be thy course o'er life's rough ocean. 
 
 There 's hope for thee. 
 Whose soul is rent with sadness. 
 
 With humble trust thy all to Jesus give ; 
 
 Give Him thy heart, for Him resolve. 
 Then, on thy night, shall rise the star of gladness. 
 
 There 's life for thee. 
 
 Who, weary with delaying, 
 
 Shalt haste to Jesus, while He waits to save, 
 Who for thy life His life so freely gave, — 
 
 The sacred call of love at once obeying. 
 
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 ALL ONE IN CHPJST. 
 
 ALL one in Christ, — though, plains and hills 
 dividing, 
 Our earthly homes are far asunder placed ; 
 All one in Christ, — in Him our souls abiding, 
 O'er the broad earth or on the ocean waste. 
 
 All one in Christ, — bound in divine communion, 
 And He the cynosure, — the changeless Word. 
 
 One Sovereign rules ; the watchword of our union. 
 One faith, one baptism, and one risen Lord. 
 
 All one in Christ, — should grief, or joy, betide us ; 
 
 Or health, or sickness, life, or death, be ours, — 
 His word shall cheer, His loving hand shall guide us, 
 
 His name revive, like incense-breathing flowers. 
 
 All one in Christ, — His voice the fiercest battle, 
 Like Galilee's wild waves, can quell and calm ; 
 
 Assuage the tumult, still the tempest's rattle, 
 For pain give ease, for waiting, victory's psalm. 
 
 All one in Christ, — man's passions, like the billow, 
 May roar and dash around with frightful shock ; 
 
 Held in His leash, light as the air-swept willow. 
 They lash in vain the Everlasting Eock. 
 
 All one in Christ, — our paths, in varied winding. 
 May seem unheeding of Heaven's grand accord ; 
 
 The rills of life, new channels ever finding. 
 Shall all converge in Him, our loving Lord. 
 
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258 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 All one in Christ, — life's discipline and rasping 
 May fret, and grind, and wear the sufferer down ; 
 
 But there 's a gracious Hand, the faint form clasping, — 
 The cross to-day ; be patient, then the crown. 
 
 All one in Christ, — the fields must have their tilling ; 
 
 O'er earth, His heritage, for Him we roam ; 
 With ready hands we toil, and spirit willing. 
 
 Till the great Husbandman shall call us home. 
 
 All one in Christ, — soon will the great forever 
 Yield to the weary workers needed rest ; 
 
 Toil waste no more, and sorrow grieve, — no, never, — 
 The loved disciple on the Master's breast. 
 
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 FOLLOWING CHEIST. 
 
 WITH willing hearts we tread 
 The path the Saviour trod ; 
 We love the example of our Head, 
 The glorious Lamb of God. 
 
 On Thee, on Thee alone. 
 Our hope and faith rely, — 
 
 O Thou, who didst for sin atone, 
 Who didst for sinners die ! 
 
 We trust Thy sacrifice ; 
 
 To Thy dear cross we flee. 
 Oh, may we die to sin, and rise 
 
 To life and bliss with Thee. 
 
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 CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 LANTED in Christ, the living vine, 
 ^ This day with one accord, 
 Ourselves, with humble faith aud joy, 
 We yield to Thee, Lord ! 
 
 P 
 
 Jomed in one body may we be ; 
 
 One inward life partake ; 
 One be our heart ; one heavenly hope 
 
 In every bosom wake ! 
 
 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, 
 
 One wisdom be our guide ; 
 Taught by one Spirit from above. 
 
 In Thee may we abide. 
 
 Complete in us, whom grace hath called. 
 Thy glorious work begun, — 
 
 Thou, in whom the Church on earth, 
 And Church in heaven, are one ! 
 
 Around this feeble, trusting band, 
 Thy sheltering pinions spread. 
 
 Nor let the storms of trial beat 
 Too fiercely on our head ! 
 
 Then, when, among the saints in light. 
 
 Our joyful spirits shine, 
 Shall anthems of immortal praise, 
 
 Lamb of God, be Thme ! 
 
260 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 JESUS IS PASSING BY. 
 
 "THE RESOLVE." 
 
 THE voice of joyful ones I hear, 
 It warbles sweet and high ; 
 Arise, my soul, the Lord is near, — 
 Jesus is passing by ! 
 
 Long have I waited at the pool ; 
 
 Why should I longer stay ? 
 Come, Saviour, make my spirit whole ; 
 
 My Saviour, come away ! 
 
 No longer will I, listless, wait ; 
 
 No more, excuses frame ; 
 No more with earth and sin debate ; 
 
 No more Thy goodness blame. 
 
 The world no more shall have my heart ; 
 
 I will rebel no more ; 
 From cherished sin, to-day, I part, 
 
 And sparing Love adore. 
 
 The chief of sinners, Lord ! I come, 
 
 And cast myself on Thee ; 
 Thou art the weary wanderer's home, — 
 
 My home, dear Saviour, be ! 
 
 The work is done ; my God is mine, — 
 
 Glory to God ! I sing ; 
 Jesus, the glory all be Thine ; 
 
 Let all creation ring ! 
 
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 261 
 
 A FOEETASTE OF HEAVEN. 
 
 BLEST be the sacred tie that binds 
 All Christian hearts in one ; 
 Blest be the fellowships of earth, — 
 The joy of heaven begun. 
 
 Blest be the scenes, the sacred scenes, 
 
 When tears forget to start ; 
 When soul, to happy soul, responds. 
 
 And heart, to Christian heart. 
 
 Blest be the hours, the sacred hours. 
 
 Foretaste of bliss above ; 
 Each speaking eye, each throbbing pulse, 
 
 Speaks, throbs, with Christian love. 
 
 Dear antepast of joys to come ! 
 
 Earth hails the radiant glow ; 
 Light from that world illumines this, 
 
 And heaven is felt below. 
 
 OCTOBEK 12, 1886. 
 
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 ABOUNDING MERCY. 
 
 AFTER TWO HUNDRED YEARS. 
 
 OH ! sing to the praise of the Saviour above, 
 Unchanging His wisdom, immortal His love ; 
 Extolled l)e His mercy, and hallowed His name, 
 Who dwelt in the pillar of cloud and of flame. 
 
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 His hand through the desert has guided our way, 
 Our shelter by night, and our glory by day ; 
 The fathers are garnered at rest in the grave, — 
 But Jesus still triumphs, almighty to save. 
 
 The harvests are waving, as waves the ripe grain, 
 Fruit, once sown in tears, of the centuries twain ; 
 The billows no more beat with furious shock ; 
 The Church safely stands on its basis of rock. 
 
 More ages, still following, their circuit shall run ; 
 More gems light the crown wliich our Saviour has 
 
 won ; 
 More trophies of grace to their Lord shall be given, — 
 Then echo the Jubilee anthem in heaven. 
 
 UP! YE SAINTS! 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 T TP ! ye saints, and raise 
 ^*-^ Songs of grateful praise ; 
 While your hearts are warm, 
 While, in calm or storm, 
 Eiver, hill, and tree, 
 You, your God can see, 
 
 All the glories showing 
 
 Of His love o'erflowing ! 
 
 Once you trod the path 
 Leading on to death ; 
 With the Spirit strove. 
 Scorned His offered love. 
 
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 Aud, with wicked hands, 
 
 Burst His sacred bauds. 
 All this He forgave you ; 
 How He longed to save you ! 
 
 Light, He sweetly shed, — 
 
 Peace about you spread ; 
 
 O'er the guilty soul 
 
 Bade salvatiou roll. 
 
 Cleansed your heart from sin, 
 
 Kindly entered in ; — 
 Scattered all your sadness. 
 Filled your souls with gladness ! 
 
 Tell your joys abroad ! 
 
 Praise your Saviour, God ! 
 
 Sinful wanderers bring 
 
 From their wandering, 
 
 Back to Him, who knows 
 
 All their wants and woes, — 
 Joyfully returning 
 While His love is yearning. 
 
 Then, what glories wait 
 
 Your celestial state ! 
 
 Ever ye shall shine. 
 
 Clothed in light divine. 
 
 Where the ransomed sing. 
 
 And glad voices ring, — 
 Wliile each spirit raises 
 Never-ending praises ! 
 
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 SALVATION. 
 
 WHAT peace is this that springs within my mind ; 
 What light and joy, where all was dark and 
 bhnd? 
 How lovely all creation looks to me ! 
 Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be ? 
 
 My weight of guilt has hasted all away ; 
 I cannot make one thought of sadness stay ; 
 From God, in terror, I no longer flee, — 
 Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be ? 
 
 All Nature seems to echo, " God is love ! " 
 Sweet voice ! it rings around me and above ; 
 That glorious God, my spirit sighs to see, — 
 Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be ? 
 
 Ye men of God, I love your blest retreat ; 
 I love your names ; converse with you is sweet ; 
 To dwell in God's dear house, is bliss to me, — 
 Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be ? 
 
 blessed, gracious Saviour, well I know, 
 'T is from Thy love these fond emotions flow ; 
 'T is from Salvation's fount, so full and free. 
 These joys, so pure and grateful, come to me. 
 
 While to the cross, my heart, dependent, clings, 
 "Glory to. God !" my happy spirit sings. 
 No storms of earth my pleasure can impair ; 
 Peace fills my bosom, — peace is rooted there. 
 
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 THE TRUSTING SOUL. 
 
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 ^HE niau who dwells 
 
 Beneath Thy shade, Most High, 
 Shall in Thy love abide ; 
 Thy grace (.Uspels 
 His fears, when storms are nigh ; 
 Thou dost His footsteps guide. 
 The Lord from pestilence will guard Thee, 
 And no temptation shall retard thee ; 
 'T is God that heals. 
 
 Beneath His wing 
 Thy steadfast soul shall trust ; 
 His truth shall be thy shield, 
 Tho' death should bring 
 His thousands to the dust, 
 
 And fainting hope should yield ; 
 Tho' dark disease should hover by thee. 
 No hurtful damp shall e'er come nigh thee. 
 Nor sorrow sting. 
 
 Because thy heart 
 Hath made its refuge God, 
 No woe shall thee befall ; 
 No poisoned dart, 
 No desolating rod, 
 
 Shall mix thy life with gall ; 
 But angels in their hands shall bear thee 
 Above the foes that would ensnare thee, 
 And peace impart. 
 
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 Because the soul 
 Hath set on Me his love, 
 I will from danger save ; 
 And peace shall roll 
 By him whom I approve, 
 Its soft and soothing wave. 
 His voice shall call, and I will hear him. 
 And in his trouble will be near him 
 THl joy be full. 
 
 BLEST BE THE HOLY BANDS.i 
 
 BLEST be the holy bands. 
 Uniting hearts and hands, — 
 One chain of love ; 
 One life, one hope, one aim ; 
 One faith in one blest Kame ; 
 Our Eock, our God, the same, 
 Below, above. 
 
 Cleansed by atoning blood, 
 "Washed in one healing flood. 
 
 One God we own ; 
 Ours, to accept His word. 
 Ours, to obey our Lord, 
 Making, with glad accord, 
 
 Our hearts His throne. 
 
 The whispering pine and palm 
 Shall blend in one sweet psalm, 
 Dear Lord, to Thee ; 
 
 1 Reception at Richmond, Va., of 500 New England guests, May, 1886. 
 
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 We seek the world to save ; 
 We form one army brave, 
 As thousand drops, one wave. 
 All streams, one sea. 
 
 Glory to God our King ! 
 Saviour, Tliy kingdom bring. 
 
 Thy will be done ; 
 Exert Thy glorious might, 
 Put all Thy foes to flight ; 
 Triumphant, claim Thy right, 
 
 And wear Thy crown. 
 
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 BLEST BE THE BONDS OF CHEISTIAN LOVE. 
 
 BLEST be the bonds of Christian love 
 That bind our hearts in one ; 
 Blest foretaste of the bliss above, — 
 Our heaven on earth begun. 
 
 Kindred in Christ, our hopes we rest, 
 
 Alike on His dear name ; 
 One love inspires each throbbing breast, — 
 
 Our covenant-vows, the same. 
 
 Our prayers from many hearts ascend, — 
 
 One cloud before the throne ; 
 Our many grateful voices blend 
 
 In one harmonious tone. 
 
 So joy for joy, and tear for tear, 
 
 And grace for grace is given ; 
 So the glad harvest, ripened here, 
 
 Shall crown our love in heaven. 
 
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 A CENTENAEY HYMN.i 
 
 \ T 7 E reap to-day the glorious fruit 
 VV Of labor, prayers, and tears, 
 And, joyful, sing the precious root. 
 Strong with its hundred years. 
 
 In cold and heat, in calm and storm, 
 The thickening fibres spread, — 
 
 Modelled in heaven, its life and form 
 With heavenly juices fed. 
 
 And far o'er all these sunny slopes. 
 The outstretched boughs expand ; 
 
 True to the fathers' early hopes, 
 It shades and fills the land. 
 
 Honored and loved, where none molests, - 
 
 His labor finished well, — 
 The noble planter calmly rests. 
 
 Where first the fruitage fell. 
 
 And still the healing branches toss. 
 
 And still its head it rears, 
 Feels no decay, and shows no loss. 
 
 Strong with its hundred years. 
 
 Come from the weary toil and strife. 
 
 And sit beneath the shade ; 
 And hail it, like the tree of life, 
 
 Whose leaf shall never fade. 
 
 1 For the First Baptist Church, Haverhill, Mass., 1865. 
 
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 MISSIONARY HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 PRAYER FOR THE HEATHEN. 
 
 C"^ OD of the ocean and the shore, 
 J Thy law we love, Thy name adore ! 
 Let the abundance of the sea, 
 Be, Lord, converted unto Thee ! 
 
 Through every ship that cleaves the wave, 
 Proclaim Thy love. Thy power to save ; 
 From tropic seas to either pole. 
 Loudly let Heaven's sweet anthem roll ! 
 
 Speak, Lord, and o'er the stormy flood. 
 Thy name shall swell, Thy peace shall brood. 
 Thy praise shall ring from every voice. 
 And distant climes in Thee rejoice ! 
 
 Then land and sea, then flood and shore. 
 Through man redeemed, shall bless Thy power ; 
 And earth and sea and heaven shall own 
 Salvation's glorious triumph won ! 
 
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 HEEALDS OF SALVATION. 
 
 GO, heralds of Salvation, forth ; 
 Go, in your heavenly Master's name, 
 From east to west, from south to north. 
 The glorious Gospel, wide proclaim ! 
 
 Go, bid the thirsty desert bloom ; 
 
 Go, bid the weary spirit rest ; 
 Go, seek the wanderers through the gloom, 
 
 And guide them to the Saviour's breast ! 
 
 Go forth, to sow the living seed ; 
 
 Seek not earth's praise, nor dread its frown ; 
 Nor labors fear, nor trials heed ; 
 
 Win jewels for Immanuel's crown ! 
 
 Lo ! I am with you, saith the Lord ; 
 
 My grace your spirit shall sustain ; 
 Strong is My arm, and sure My word ; 
 
 My servants shall not toil in vain. 
 
 Go forth in hope ; My burden take, 
 
 Till God's great reaping-day shall come ; 
 
 Then, they who sowed in tears shall wake, 
 And hail the joyful harvest home ! 
 
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 THE MISSIONARY ANGEL. 
 
 ONWARD speed thy conquering flight, 
 Angel, onward speed ! 
 Cast abroad thy radiant light. 
 
 Bid the shades recede ; 
 Tread the idols in the dust ; 
 
 Heathen fanes destroy ; 
 Spread the Gospel's holy trust, — 
 Spread the Gospel's joy ! 
 
 Onward speed thy conquering flight; 
 
 Angel, onward haste ! 
 Quickly on each mountain's height 
 
 Be thy standard placed ; 
 Let thy blissful tidings float 
 
 Far o'er vale and hill, 
 Till the sweetly echoing note 
 
 Every bosom thrill ! 
 
 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 
 
 Angel, onward fly ! 
 Long has been the reign of night. 
 
 Bring the morning nigh ; 
 'T is to thee the heathen lift 
 
 Their imploring wail ; 
 Bear them Heaven's holy gift. 
 
 Ere their courage fail ! 
 
 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 
 Angel, onward speed ! 
 
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 Morning bursts upon our sight, — 
 'T is the time decreed. 
 
 Jesus now His kingdom takes, — 
 Thrones and empires fall ; 
 
 And the joyous song awakes, 
 " God is all in all ! " 
 
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 GOD BE WITH THEE. 
 
 GO with Thy servant, mighty Lord ! 
 Attend his work with power divine ; 
 Gird him with strength to preach Thy word, 
 And round him make Thy glory shine ! 
 
 Before his face prepare the way, 
 And put the idol gods to shame ; 
 
 Touch with Thy fire the lips of clay. 
 And magnify Thy saving name ! 
 
 Bid, where he treads, the desert bloom ; 
 
 Guide with Thy hand his unknown way ; 
 Scatter the clouds of grief and gloom, 
 
 And change the darkness into day ! 
 
 Triumphant Prince, gird on Thy sword ; 
 
 Tread all the powers of darkness down ; 
 Almighty, re-ascended Lord, 
 
 Assert Thy power, and wear Thy crown ! 
 
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 CHRIST'S DISCIPLES DIVIDE THE EIELD.i 
 
 Before each of the first three verses, the following recitative is 
 rendered. 
 
 " And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ' Wliom shall I send, 
 and who will go for us ? ' " 
 
 Response by Some Destined to Foreign Lands. 
 
 FROM dear New England's happy shore, 
 Where all our kindred dwell, 
 We hasten, to return no more, — 
 Our native land, farewell ! 
 
 Response hy Others Destined to Domestic Missions. 
 
 And we, where seldom on the ear 
 
 Salvation's tidings swell, 
 Go forth, to dry the mourner's tear, — 
 
 Our pleasant home, farewell ! 
 
 Response hy Others Destined to Home-Service. 
 
 Where all our earthly friendships blend, 
 
 Bound by affection's spell, 
 We, in God's work, our lives will spend, — 
 
 Brothers, a short farewell ! 
 
 All, in Unison. 
 
 From these dear cherished scenes we go, 
 
 Tlie home of praise and prayer, 
 To meet earth's gladness, or earth's woe, 
 
 For Christ, to do and bear. 
 
 ^ Anniversary, Andover Theological Seminary, September, 1832. 
 
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 Farewell, beloved, who shared our joy, 
 In whose fond hearts we dwell ; 
 
 A noble work shall now employ 
 All that we are — farewell. 
 
 Brethren, we press the parting hand, 
 Our songs of parting tell ; 
 
 Then, till we reach Heaven's holy land, 
 A sweet, but brief, farewell ! 
 
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 THE MISSIONAKY'S FAEEWELL. 
 
 YES, my native land, I love thee ; 
 All thy scenes, I love them well ; 
 Friends, connections, happy country, 
 Can I bid you all farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave you. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 Home, thy joys are passing lovely, 
 Joys no stranger heart can tell ; 
 
 Happy home, indeed I love thee, 
 Can I, can I say, " Farewell " ? 
 
 Can I leave thse. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 
 Holy days, and Sabbath bell, 
 
 Eichest, brightest, sweetest treasure, 
 Can I say a last farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave you, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
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 Yes, I hasten from you gladly, — 
 From the scenes I loved so well ; 
 
 Far away, ye billows, bear me. 
 Lovely, native land, farewell j 
 
 Pleased I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 In the deserts let me labor ; 
 
 On the mountains let me tell 
 How He died — the blessed Saviour — 
 
 To redeem a world from hell ; 
 Let me hasten, 
 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; 
 
 Let the winds my canvas swell j 
 Heaves my heart with warm emotion, 
 
 While I go far hence to dwell. 
 Glad, I bid thee, 
 
 Native land, farewell ! farewell ! 
 
 LIGHT O'ER THE HILLS. 
 
 MISSIONARY HYMN. 
 
 LIGHT o'er the hills ! Light o'er the hills 
 The promised morning wakes ; 
 The day foretold by seers of old 
 In wondrous glory breaks. 
 
 They come ! The Saviour's voice they hear, 
 
 And, glad, His call oliey. 
 Chosen in Christ, His name to wear, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
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 Eide on ! ride on, victorious Prince ! 
 
 Ride on, triumphant King ! 
 From land and sea, from earth and heaven, 
 
 Thy myriad trophies bring. 
 
 So, gather all the tribes of earth, 
 
 To hear and heed Thy call, 
 Till man, submissive, at Thy feet. 
 
 Shall crown Thee, Lord of all ! 
 
 THY KINGDOM COME, IMMOETAL KING ! 
 
 MISSIONARY HYMN. 
 
 THY kingdom come, immortal King ! 
 Thy right maintain. Thy power display ; 
 Earth's myriads to Thy footstool bring ; 
 Make all the nations own Thy sway ! 
 
 Come, with the eagle's daring flight, 
 Conquer the hosts of death and sin ; 
 
 Flood the whole globe with holy light, 
 kingdom of our God, come in ! 
 
 Come as the swelling tides that break 
 In mighty waves on every strand ; 
 
 Kingdom of God, in triumph wake 
 O'er every sea, o'er every land ! 
 
 We wait Thy breath, immortal Dove ! 
 
 Speak to earth's woes Thy healing word ; 
 Come, wafted on the wings of love. 
 
 Make all the nations own Thee, Lord ! 
 
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 Thy kingdom come ! — rise, Saviour, rise ! 
 
 Assume Thy power, ascend Thy throne, 
 Till universal Nature cries, 
 
 " Strike the glad hour, — the work is done ! " 
 
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 PRINCE OF PEACE, OH, COME! 
 
 EARTH waits Thy advent, Prince of Peace, 
 Oh, come, with power divine ! 
 O'er every sea, o'er every land. 
 Bid the blest Gospel shine ' 
 
 Like myriad drops of morning dew — 
 
 Each drop, a sparkling gem — 
 Transfuse with light unnumbered souls, 
 
 To grace Thy diadem. 
 
 Before Thy throne, triumphant Lord, 
 
 Let willing captives bend, 
 And men of every name and tongue, 
 
 Their hallelujahs blend. 
 
 Then shall the Great High Priest, this globe, 
 
 A fragrant censer, swing, 
 And praise, from every smoking pore, 
 
 Like incense sweet shall spring. 
 
 From hill to echoing hill, the shout 
 
 Of victory shall resound, — 
 While hosts to answering hosts proclaim 
 
 The Lord, with glory crowned. 
 
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 THE ship floats bravely on the sea. 
 The perfumed breezes play, 
 And many a fervent prayer is breathed 
 To speed her on her way. 
 
 She bears the merchant's golden wealth 
 
 To Asia's burning shore ; 
 She bears a dearer burden far, 
 
 That comes to us no more. 
 
 She bears the friends we long have loved. 
 The friends we long have known ; 
 
 " Farewell," — perhaps no more to meet. 
 Till life's bright hours have flown. 
 
 Yet, ye will find, beyond the waves, 
 Some noble Christian bands, — 
 
 Heroes, with pure and loving hearts, 
 And wise and faithful hands. 
 
 We meet again, — no farewell tear, 
 
 In heaven, is ever shed ; 
 We meet again, — no farewell prayer, 
 
 In heaven, is ever said. 
 
 We meet where all is joy and peace. 
 Where throbs no thrill of pain ; 
 
 We meet in heaven, where all is bliss, 
 And never part again. 
 
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 WELCOME TO A EETUENING MISSIONAEY. 
 
 ScNG at the return of Mrs. Harriet Carpenter from her mission-field 
 in Japan. 
 
 WHEN the scarred hero from the field 
 Of mortal strife retires to rest, 
 Glad greetings from a grateful throng, 
 
 "With heart and voice, pronounce him blest. 
 
 So thee, Christian warrior, now 
 
 Our souls with a high welcome greet ; 
 
 And thou shalt all thy trophies lay, 
 Tribute of love, at Jesus's feet. 
 
 Welcome the Christian heart, which throbs 
 With loving purpose, strong and brave, 
 
 Burning to see the Lord enthroned. 
 The strayed to seek, the lost to save. 
 
 Triumphant Prince, Thy power display, 
 Till all mankind shall heed Thy call. 
 
 And earth, redeemed, with glad accord, 
 Shall crown Thee, King and Lord of all. 
 
 September, 1893. 
 
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 THE KING OF GLOEY. 
 
 ■Written for Mrs. M. B. Ingalls, of Thongze, Burmah, and sung at 
 her " Burmah Curio Exposition," held in Boston. 
 
 HASTE to the conquest of the world, 
 King with glory crowned ! 
 Gather Thy trophies far and wide, 
 Wherever man is found, 
 
 Eide in swift triumph o'er the earth ; 
 
 Lift up Thy sceptred hand ; 
 Thine is the kingdom. Thine the right, — 
 
 Eide forth, o'er sea and land. 
 
 Then round the conquered world Thy praise 
 
 In waves on waves shall ring. 
 And shore to shore, and sea to sea, 
 
 In answering chorus sing. 
 
 Adoring thousands at Thy feet, 
 
 In faith and love, shall fall ; 
 And countless souls, redeemed from sin, 
 
 Shall call Thee Lord of all. 
 
 Then he that sowed in patient hope, 
 
 Through all the weary years, 
 Shall find, at last, abundant sheaves, 
 
 And joy, for toil and tears. 
 
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 THE LONE STAR 
 
 At the Anniversary of the Missionary Union in Albany, New York, 
 in 1868, it was proposed by some to abandon what was called the " Lone 
 Star " mission in Nellore, India. Dr. Smith, then the guest of Judge 
 Harris, being asked his opinion, in the evening, quietly replied, " You 
 have it here," handing him the following verses. The poem was read 
 to the audience the next morning, without consulting the author, who 
 happened not to be present. Some wept, some sobl)ed ; and the 
 mission was saved. That mission, soon afterwani.s developed into the 
 largest band of communicants, under one cliargo, in the world. The 
 poem entitled Faith's Victory records tlie fulfilmeut of tlie prophetic 
 words of the " Lone Star " poem. At a subsequent visit of the poet 
 and his wife to that mission they were hailed witli a joyous welcome. 
 Each planted a palm-tree still respectively called by the native Chris- 
 tians, " Dr. Smith " and " Mrs. Smith." 
 
 SHINE on, " Lone Star ! " Thy radiance bright 
 Shall spread o'er all the ea.stern sky ; 
 Morn breaks apace from gloom and night, — 
 Shine on, and bless the pilgrim's eye. 
 
 Shine on, " Lone Star ! " I would not dim 
 The light that gleams with dubious ray ; 
 
 The lonely star of Bethlehem 
 
 Led on a bright and glorious day. 
 
 Shine on, " Lone Star ! " In grief and tears, 
 
 And sad reverses, oft baptized ; 
 Shine on amid thy sister spheres : 
 
 Lone stars in heaven are not despised. 
 
 Shine on, " Lone Star ! " Who lifts his hand 
 
 To dash to earth so bright a gem, 
 A new lost "Pleiad" from the l)and 
 
 That sparkles in night's diadem ? 
 
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 Shine on, " Lone Star ! " The day draws near 
 When none shall shine more fair than thou : 
 
 Thou, born and nursed in doubt and fear, 
 Wilt glitter on Immanuel's brow. 
 
 Shine on, " Lone Star," till earth, redeemed, 
 
 In dust shall bid its idols fall. 
 And thousands, where thy radiance beamed, 
 
 Shall crown the Saviour Lord of all. 
 
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 FAITH'S TEIUMPH. 
 
 "\ T 7EAIIY and wan, his furrows long, 
 
 ^ ' The patient ploughman trod. 
 Turning, with endless care and pains. 
 
 The sluggish, barren sod ; 
 And morning came, and daylight went, 
 
 And strength and hope were gone, 
 The tearful eyes grew dim, — and still 
 
 The wearying toil went on. 
 
 Smitten beneath the burning sun, 
 
 The fainting workman cries, 
 " Master, how long this iron earth ? 
 
 How long these brazen skies ? " 
 " Ploughman, toil on in loving trust ; 
 
 Yield thee to My sweet will. 
 Faith wins its victories ; weary soul, 
 
 Believe, and labor still." 
 
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 And tears and love and faith prepared 
 
 The deeply furrowed field, 
 To hide and keep the precious grain, — 
 
 Seed of a bounteous yield ; 
 And dew and rain and sunny skies 
 
 Enriched each seed that fell, 
 Lost to the eye of man, but God 
 
 Knew how to guard it well. 
 
 Oh, long and sad the sower's care, 
 
 As seasons went and came ! 
 And God forgot the toiler's lot, 
 
 And put his hope to shame. 
 " Vain work," a timid faith proclaimed ; 
 
 " Poor toilers, faint and few ! 
 Bury and hide your useless seed ; 
 
 Bury the sowers, too." 
 
 But God's great mystery of grace 
 
 Its mighty pathway holds, 
 And, like the budding rose of June, 
 
 In beauteous life unfolds. 
 The bursting germ, the verdant leaf. 
 
 Break forth from hidden graves ; 
 And far o'er all the swelling hills, 
 
 The joyful harvest waves. 
 
 Whence are these myriad forms that bow 
 
 Before Messiah's throne ? 
 Whence the grand chorus that uplifts 
 
 Thy name, Christ, alone ? 
 Whence are the clustering clouds that seek 
 
 The same celestial goal ? 
 And one new song holds every lip, 
 
 One pulse-beat, every soul. 
 
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 These are the ploughman's garnered wealth, 
 
 Born of his toil and pain ; 
 These are the sower's faith and tears, 
 
 Transformed to golden grain. 
 God watched the toilers at their work ; 
 
 And, when His wisdom willed, 
 The pledge His loving heart had made, 
 
 His loving hand fulfilled. 
 
 Then hail, Lone Star ! of all the wreath. 
 
 Thou art the brighest gem. 
 As once, o'er fair Judea's plains. 
 
 The Star of Bethlehem. 
 Shine on ! We learn to pray and wait, 
 
 To toil and trust, through thee, — 
 A star of triumph on Christ's brow, 
 
 And faith's high victory. 
 
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 THE WORD OF GOD GLORIFIED. 
 
 O BLESSED word of God, thy living ray 
 Turns shade to sunshine, light to heavenly day ; 
 Dispels earth's sorrow, calms the troubled breast. 
 And guides the pilgrim to the endless rest ; 
 Explains life's mystery, and shines through woe, 
 As threatening clouds with sunset radiance glow ; 
 Breaks with its joy earth's wintry gloom and night, 
 And turns its sable robes to bridal white. 
 Go forth, great word of God, thy force display ; 
 Convert the world, — a nation m a day. 
 Teach China's millions, saved, on God to call, 
 And crown the living Saviour, Lord of all. 
 
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 Light from God's truth gihls all tliy isles, Japan, 
 
 Light, born iu heaven, Ua- universal man ; 
 
 And Hashing oars on all the crystal flood 
 
 Gleam with the radiance of the word of God. 
 
 liise with thy light, and pour thy healing beam 
 
 On all the hills, by every winding stream, 
 
 Where the proud Burmans to their idols bow, 
 
 Hearing, with hardened neck, and lofty brow, 
 
 When men of lioly heart and loving speech, 
 
 Man's only hope, in earnest accents, preach ; 
 
 In India's myriad tongues let God's blest words 
 
 Proclaim the glory of the Lord of lords ; 
 
 And all its tribes, in heaven's new song, proclaim 
 
 The love and power of Christ's own saving name. 
 
 In Afric's central heart new triumphs win ; 
 
 And bid the Congo, found at last, begin 
 
 To seek new hope ; to learn, on bended knee. 
 
 New lore of truth, and Heaven's blest mystery. 
 
 While haughty Moslem sees the crescent pale 
 
 Before the cross, whose empire ne'er shall fail, 
 
 But make its broad domains through love extend. 
 
 One reign o'er all the earth, one kingdom without end. 
 
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 THE LIVING BEEAD. 
 
 OTHOU whose voice the tempest stilled. 
 And made the wild waves calm. 
 Whose hand, with gentle touch, had power 
 To heal, like Gilead's balm, — 
 
 Speak to the storm-tossed sons of earth, 
 And draw their hearts to Thee ; 
 
 And let Thy healing touch redeem 
 The wanderers of the sea. 
 
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 Eenew Thy miracle of love, — 
 Thyself, " The living Bread ; " 
 
 Arise and let the fainting throngs, 
 On ship and shore, be fed. 
 
 Eide forth in glory, — land and wave 
 
 Thy mandate shall obey, 
 And all the peopled earth, redeemed, 
 
 Shall own Thy rightful sway. 
 
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 JEHOVAH EEIGNS. 
 
 SWIFTLY the years roll on ; so swiftly comes 
 The day when every nation unto God 
 Shall swell Salvation's song. From the far South 
 The scented breezes bring a welcome voice 
 Upon their wings, — the voice of many tongues, 
 Asking of Christ and heaven. The western fields, 
 Far stretching towards the setting sun, send back. 
 From all the busy hum of gathering tribes. 
 The call for men of God. The frozen North, 
 With her sparse nations, and the swarming East, 
 Have heard that Christ for man was lifted up. 
 The story, simply told on some stray leaf. 
 That came, they know not whence, wakens a thrill 
 Of deep responsive feeling. There 's a chord 
 That answers in the human breast to all 
 The word of God declares. As for the light 
 The eye is formed, and for the eye the light, — 
 So for the heart of man the words of life ; 
 And for those words the human heart was made. 
 
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 They send their soothmg cry o'er ocean's waste ; 
 The voice is heard above the roaring storm 
 Of earth's wild bustle. Many a stolid ear 
 Erects itself to hear ; anil many a heart 
 Cries in its fervor, — "1 will go and tell 
 The dark idolater the way to God." 
 
 O ye of little faitli, 't is l)ut a day, 
 And sin will vanish ! All earth's withering woes 
 Will pass away ; the Gospel's blessed words, 
 Borne by its ministers to every land. 
 Will heal them all. God will be glorified 
 In human blessedness ; and, morn and eve. 
 The ransomed tribes shall send up to the throne, 
 From all earth's surface, hallelujahs, sweet, 
 And loud as many waters. Heaven itself 
 Will seem descended ; earth will seem a heaven. 
 
 Come, Thou Lamb of God, hasten Thy work ; 
 Cut short the reign of sin ; and if not here, 
 Oh, soon from our bright thrones above the sky, 
 Let us but catch the strain from all who dwell 
 Upon the earth — JEHOVAH REIGNS ! 
 
288 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 "AEOUSE YE, SEEVANTS OF GOD!" 
 
 [Music : " TIlc Cross and Victory."] 
 
 Weitten for the hymn, ami dedicated to Societies of Christian 
 Endeavor. 
 
 AEOUSE ye, arouse ye, servants of God ! 
 His right arm, your strength, and your leader, 
 His rod. 
 Oh, haste from the north, from the south, to His call ; 
 His cause shall prevail, — He shall reign over all ! 
 Farewell to your dreaming ; no longer delay ; 
 Go tell the glad tidings ! God's hand points the way. 
 Go forward ! go forward ! to conquer or die ; 
 God will make sure the victory. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Haste and bear the banner forth, 
 East and west, and south and north ; 
 Haste to lift the cross on high, 
 
 The pledge of victory. 
 Haste and bear the banner forth, 
 East and west, and south and north ; 
 Haste to lift the cross on high. 
 
 The pledge of victory, — 
 
 The cross, and victory ! 
 
 The morning has broken, the noonday is near ; 
 Go forward with courage, nor doubt ye, nor fear. 
 Eely on His promise. His oath, and His word ; 
 His Spirit your helper, His Gospel, your sword. 
 The Prince of Salvation is winning His way, — 
 Bring crowns for His brow, — joy, joy, for the day ! 
 Go forward ! go forward, to conquer or die ; 
 God will make sure the victory. 
 Chorus. 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 289 
 
 FROM ExiRTII TO HEAYE:Nr. 
 
 COME UNTO ME. 
 
 THOU whose heart with pain is broken, 
 Long with grief and woe oppressed, 
 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 
 Weary wanderer after rest. 
 
 Come to Me, thy sins forsaking, 
 God's great mercy gladly taking : 
 With the world and folly part. 
 Give Me, give Me now, tliy heart. 
 
 Come to ;Me, the meek and lowly ; 
 
 Come, My easy burden bear ; 
 Be thou one among the holy ; 
 Cast away thy dull despair ; 
 
 I will make thy burdens lighter ; 
 I will make thy pleasures brighter ; 
 Eestless as the troubled sea. 
 Come, forsaking all for Me. 
 
 Who that ever sought My favor, 
 
 Though My grace was long alnised, 
 Who that yielded to the Saviour, 
 Asked My love and was refused ? 
 At the throne of mercy bending, 
 On the arm of God depending, 
 Come to ^le, from lal)or cease ; 
 And in Me thou shalt have peace. 
 
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290 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 LORD, REMEMBER ME! 
 
 WITH crowds around upbraiding, 
 And curses on the blast, 
 While things of earth were fading, 
 
 And life was ebbing fast, — 
 The malefactor, praying. 
 
 To Christ upon the tree. 
 Breathed out his spirit, saying, 
 " Lord, remember me ! " 
 
 The Saviour looked in meekness, 
 
 Though death was drawing nigh ; 
 He heeded not His weakness. 
 
 When came the contrite sigh. 
 He said, while thoughts of pity 
 
 Beamed from His dying eyes : 
 " To-day thou shalt be with Me, 
 
 In yonder paradise." 
 
 If scenes of joy and gladness. 
 
 In life my lot should be, 
 Or should my days bring sadness, 
 
 Lord, remember me ! 
 Receive my parting spirit. 
 
 Where joys unfading rise, 
 And take me to inherit 
 
 A place in paradise. 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 291 
 
 THE ALL-SUFFICIENT REFUGE. 
 
 OlIOCK of Ages ! when the storm 
 Of trial drives across my path, 
 And vainly struggles human power 
 
 To stand against its sweeping wrath, 
 Then shield me by Thy towering head, 
 Then in Thy clefts, 0, let me hide, — 
 No ill can reach the soul that leans, 
 Trusting, on Christ the Crucified. 
 
 Rock of Ages ! when my tears 
 
 In streams of contrite anguish flow, 
 And, penitent, my lips confess 
 
 How just the hand that strikes the blow, 
 Then to Thy massive, shelving cliffs. 
 
 Then to Thy shadow let me flee ; 
 The dying Christ sustained the shock. 
 
 And, Lord, the soul is safe in Thee. 
 
 Rock of Ages ! when my heart. 
 
 Struck by some sore bereavement, bleeds. 
 And earthly props and comforters 
 
 Have proved themselves but broken reeds, 
 Then to Thy shelter let me press, 
 
 Wliich stands from age to age the same ; 
 Christ changes not, — the stricken soul 
 
 Finds comfort in His healing name. 
 
 Rock of Ages ! if the cross 
 
 Of shame for Christ's dear name I bear. 
 Or suffer loss, because I choose 
 
 His seal upon my brow to wear. 
 
292 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Then, calm and fearless, let my soul, 
 Safe in Thy great protection, rest ; 
 
 Christ is a refuge, — troubled hearts 
 rind shelter in the Saviour's breast. 
 
 Eock of Ages ! when in death 
 
 My strength grows weak, my spirits fail, 
 And earthly helpers leave my feet 
 
 To tread alone the solemn vale. 
 Then from each cliff and slope and crag. 
 
 Let light, from heaven reflected, shine ; 
 Christ is earth's sun, and Christ alone 
 
 Can gild the tomb with rays divine. 
 
 As clings the seaman, when his bark 
 
 Is shattered by the raging wave. 
 To fragments of the broken wreck, 
 
 And vainly hopes his life to save, — 
 So, in all times of risk or need, 
 
 My spirit to Thy shade shall flee ; 
 Secure, in life or death, to find 
 
 O Eock of Ages ! all in Thee. 
 
 o>jt;o« 
 
 THE EVEELASTING SHELTER 
 
 NO sorrow, like a sweeping storm, 
 Around the soul fierce conflict wages, 
 But Christ has power its force to quell, — 
 No storm can move the Eock of Ages. 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 293 
 
 yearning thirst of human hearts ! 
 
 Thirst wliich no earthly good assuages, — 
 Seek water from the Smitten Rock ; 
 
 That Rock is Christ, — the Rock of Ages. 
 
 hearts and hands consumed by toil, 
 
 Confined to earth, as birds in cages ! 
 Rest for the weary — endless rest — 
 
 Lies in Thy shelter, Rock of Ages. 
 
 Search all the wisdom earth can boast ; 
 
 Bring all the light from saints and sages, — 
 Vain is the quest for peace and rest, 
 
 Till sought within the Rock of Ages. 
 
 What thought, what hope, what love, what joy, 
 The heart — the curious heart — engages ; 
 
 Joy, love, and hope surpassing thought, — 
 All centre in the Rock of Ages. 
 
 There is a land serene and fair. 
 
 Where falls no blight, no passion rages. 
 Sheltered and safe from grief and sin, 
 
 O'ershadowed by the Rock of Ages. 
 
 Grateful, our heavenward path we tread. 
 Mount by successive steps and stages, 
 
 And wait secure the day of God, — 
 Hid in Thy clefts, Rock of Ages ! 
 
294 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 LIFE'S EAPID RIVER. 
 
 AS flows the rapid river, 
 With channel broad and free, 
 Its waters rippling ever, 
 
 And rushing to the sea, — 
 So swift our days are ending, 
 
 Short is each joy and grief, — 
 Summer with winter blending, 
 The longest life, how brief. 
 
 As moons are ever waning. 
 
 As hastes the sun away, 
 As stormy winds, complaining, 
 
 Bring on the wintry day, — 
 So fast the night comes o'er us, 
 
 The darkness of the grave, — 
 Death ever just before us, 
 
 God takes the life He gave. 
 
 Be then thy choicest treasure 
 
 Laid up in worlds above ; 
 Be thine the highest pleasure, 
 
 Thy God, to serve and love ; 
 And use, with wise endeavor. 
 
 The talent Heaven has lent. 
 Lest thou lament forever, 
 
 A precious life, misspent. 
 
FROM EARTH TO UEAVEN. 295 
 
 AS SUMMER CLOUDS. 
 
 AS summer clouds in richness sleeping, 
 Are scattered by the winds away ; 
 As flowers, awhile their beauty keeping, 
 Are withered at the close of day, — 
 So life is ever, ever flying, 
 And bringing on the hour of dying ; 
 The cloud departs ; the blossom fades ; 
 And death draws on its silent shades. 
 
 How brief the rainbow's peaceful brightness ! 
 
 Its glowing colors melt away ; 
 How vain the busy insect's lightness ! 
 Its life is sweet, but will not stay. 
 
 Earth's dearest joys are tinged by sorrow ; 
 The soul may wade in grief to-morrow. 
 The rainbow melts ; the insect dies, — 
 But man to endless life may rise. 
 
 The noonday hours are bright, but fleeting ; 
 
 The time for labor soon is gone ; 
 The gentle twilight, fast retreating, 
 Forsakes the world, and day is done. 
 So fast the day of life is spending ; 
 So fast the time of duty, ending ; 
 The day retires, the twilight flies ; 
 O man, secure life's noblest prize. 
 
296 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 HOW BLEST AKE THEY, IN CHRIST, WHO 
 
 DIE! 
 
 " Peace was the last word of little Jane, and peace seemed to be 
 inscribed on the farewell scene at the grave where they laid her down 
 to rest." 
 
 HOW blest are they, in Christ, who die. 
 While guardian angels linger nigh ! 
 The dreary days of pain are o'er ; 
 
 And life ebbs out. 
 As billows die on the shore. 
 
 Death wears no terror on its brow ; 
 It comes like summer airs that blow 
 
 Across the earth at evening hour, 
 Or moonlight beams. 
 
 That glide along the peaceful bower. 
 
 While angel-bands the requiem sing, 
 The joyful soul is on the wing. 
 
 The captive free ; life's labor done, — 
 Clad in white robes, 
 
 The saint appears before the throne. 
 
 Peace reigns beside the silent bed, — 
 Peace, where the happy soul has fled ; 
 
 The Lord hath taken what He gave. 
 The soul hath rest ; 
 
 And peace is written on the grave. 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 297 
 
 TO DIE IS GAIN. 
 
 DcKiNG a severe illness in July, 1892, Dr. Smith wrote the follow- 
 in{^ lines upon small scraps of paper, as he liad strength. They were 
 preserved and printed by his son, very tender memories attaching to 
 the family experiences of that summer. Believing that they will bear 
 spiritual comfort to many in otlier households, the compiler of this 
 volume has the assent of their author to this present use. 
 
 TO feel the mild, delicious clime, 
 Where summer never fades ; 
 To breathe the glorious atmosphere, 
 Wliich sickness ne'er invades ; 
 
 To reach at last that happy land, 
 
 Where tears are never known ; 
 To see the wondrous face of Him 
 
 Who sits upon the throne ; 
 
 All the great souls of all the years, 
 In Heaven's high courts to meet ; 
 
 All kindred spirits, glorified. 
 To join, in converse sweet ; 
 
 To burst the chrysalis, and soar 
 
 On love's triumphant wing ; 
 To swell the hymns of mighty praise, 
 
 The ransomed armies sing ; 
 
 To wear the robes of saints in light ; 
 
 To shine as shines the sun ; 
 To hear the Saviour's welcome voice 
 
 Pronounce the jilad " well done ! " 
 
298 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 And, O, the crowning height of bliss, 
 Where all the glories blend, 
 
 To know the bliss, the light, the love, 
 Shall never, never, end ! 
 
 Beyond the shades of sin and woe. 
 
 With joyful speed to fly. 
 And in God's loving arms to rest, — 
 
 Oh, it is gain to die. 
 
 oJOio 
 
 THE DYING CHEISTIAN. 
 
 BY the couch of the saint there are loved ones to 
 weep; 
 There are angels to watch o'er the last weary sleep ; 
 There 's a Saviour to soothe every feeling of grief. 
 And a balm for the spirit that sighs for relief. 
 
 When the soul thro' the Jordan of death deeply wades. 
 And the light of creation burns dimly and fades ; 
 There's a voice that can speak thro' the gathering 
 
 shade, — 
 Saint, thy Saviour is near thee, 0, be not afraid. 
 
 As the sun hastens down to his place in the west. 
 And the calmness of evening thrills sweet through the 
 
 breast ; 
 So serene is the hour, when the soul sinks to rest. 
 And with gladness ascends to the home of the blest. 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 299 
 
 THE GRAVE. 
 
 HOW calm aud peaceful is the grave ! 
 How bright the tlowers that round it wave! 
 How clear the sky that o'er it shines ! 
 
 How soft the scene, 
 When morning dawns, when day declines ! 
 
 Tlie weary there forget their woes — 
 The pilgrim hath a long repose ; 
 No earthly storms the dead awake ; 
 
 Their sleep is still 
 As sunset on the peaceful lake. 
 
 The rich and great are slumbering there, 
 Set free from earth's delusive glare. 
 The poor are garnered in the dust. 
 
 Alike at rest, 
 Till comes the rising of the just. 
 
 day of glory, when the tomb 
 
 Shall burst, and heaven's bright morning come. 
 
 When all that in the earth repose 
 
 Shall wake to life, 
 And Christ shall reign o'er all His foes ! 
 
300 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 WHEEE IS THY VICTOEY, GEAVE! 
 
 CHEISTIAN, awake! Let thy soul swell with 
 gladness ! 
 Prospects of glory dawn bright on thy sadness ; 
 Eising, immortal, thy spirit shall sing, — 
 Grave, where 's thy victory ; Death, where 's thy sting ? 
 
 Sown in corruption, the frame lies decaying ; 
 
 Eaised in its glory, all beauty displaying. 
 
 Body and spirit united shall sing, — 
 
 Grave, where 's thy victory ; Death, where 's thy sting ? 
 
 Peacefully sleep till the trumpet awake thee ; 
 He whom thou lovest will never forsake thee ; 
 Eansomed from guilt and from death, thou shalt 
 
 sing, — 
 Grave, where 's thy victory ; Death, where 's thy sting ? 
 
 Then, when this mortal, immortal awaking, 
 Triumphs, exulting, Death's dark fetters breaking ; 
 Man in his glorified nature shall sing, — 
 Grave, where 's thy victory ; Death, where 's thy sting ? 
 
 oX«o 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 PAIN shall not enter there. No thought of woe 
 Shall rend the tender heart. The silent tear 
 No more shall wet the wasting cheek. The eye 
 Shall not be dimmed with sorrow. Nor shall aught 
 Be done, or thought, or said, to grieve the soul 
 
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. 301 
 
 Of harmless iiinocence. The thouglitless tongue, 
 That tills the world with saduess, then shall be 
 Employed in noblest praise. Lover and friend, 
 And all the dearly cherished of the heart, 
 Who long have rested in the tomb, shall come 
 And join the choral strain. From earth aroused. 
 The voice of harmony that flows so sweet 
 Around the throne, their tongues shall ever swell. 
 Then, then, there shall be peace, — a settled calm, 
 A soft serenity, more gently mild than earth, 
 With all its gorgeous scenes, can hope to bring 
 A meet comparison. And all that peace 
 Shall live and reign a long forever there. 
 Forever there ! and this eternity 
 Shall make that heaven, a heaven. 
 
 May 31, 1832. 
 
 RE-UNION IN HEAVEN. 
 
 WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN, MEET, NE'ER TO SEVER ? 
 
 The first verse belonged to an English hymu which was sul)mitted 
 to Mr. Smitli by Lowell Mason to complete, as the remaining verses 
 were of a different metre. The last verses were written to conform 
 in spirit and measure with the first. 
 
 WHEN shall we meet again, — 
 Meet, ne'er to sever ? 
 Wlien will Peace wreathe her chain, 
 
 Eound us forever ? 
 Our hearts will ne'er repose. 
 Safe from each blast that blows 
 In this dark vale of woes. 
 Never — no, never. 
 
302 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 When shall love freely flow, 
 
 Pure as life's river ? 
 When shall sweet friendship glow, 
 
 Changeless, forever ? 
 Where joys celestial thrill. 
 Where bliss each heart shall fill. 
 And fears of parting chill 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 Up to that world of light, 
 
 Take us, dear Saviour ; 
 May we all there unite, 
 
 Happy forever. 
 Where kindred spirits dwell, 
 There may our music swell, 
 And time our joys dispel 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 Soon shall we meet again, — 
 
 Meet, ne'er to sever : 
 Soon will Peace wreathe her chain 
 
 Eound us forever : 
 Our hearts will then repose. 
 Secure from worldly woes ; 
 Our songs of praise shall close 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 303 
 
 A EEDEEMED WORLD. 
 
 YOUR THOUSAND VOICES RAISE. 
 
 A CENTENARY HYMN. 
 [Tune: "America."} 
 
 YOUR thousand voices raise, 
 In symphony of praise, 
 Clear, sweet and strong ; 
 Tell it with joy unknown, 
 Tell it in loftiest tone, 
 Jesus is King, alone, — 
 The note prolong. 
 
 He came, He saw, He died, — 
 Jesus, the Crucified ; 
 
 He lives, He reigns. 
 In Him all glories meet ; 
 Kings bow before His feet ; 
 His foes are mown like wheat ; 
 His throne remains. 
 
 Born from an infant root. 
 Once like a feeble shoot. 
 
 Hopeful and brave ; 
 The twig has grown a tree, 
 Known over land and sea, — 
 O'er what immensity 
 
 Its branches wave ! 
 
304 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Eide on, triumphant Lord ! 
 A hundred years record 
 
 Thy victories won ; 
 Hasten the glorious day 
 Wlien all shall own Thy sway, 
 And earth and heaven shall say, 
 
 " The work is done." 
 
 MOEN OF ZION'S GLOEY. 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 MOEN of Zion's glory, 
 Brightly thou art breaking ; 
 Holy joys thy light is waking. 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory. 
 Ancient saints foretold thee. 
 Seraph-angels, glad, behold thee ; 
 How they glide. 
 Far and wide. 
 Streams of full salvation. 
 Free to every nation. 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory. 
 Joyful tidings bringing, 
 All the wilds with flowers are springing ! 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory. 
 All the nations hail thee ; 
 Foes to God in vain assail thee ; 
 Peace with men 
 Dwells again 
 
 What celestial j)leasure 
 
 Swells, a sacred treasure. 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 305 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory, 
 Every human dwelling 
 With the notes of joy is swelling ; 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory ! 
 Distant hills are ringing, 
 Echoed voices sweet are singing ; 
 Haste thee on, 
 Like the sun. 
 
 Paths of splendor tracing. 
 
 Heathen midnight chasing. 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory, 
 Now the night is risen ; 
 Now thy star is high in heaven. 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory, 
 Joyful hearts are bounding. 
 Hallelujahs high are sounding. 
 Peace with men 
 Dwells again ; 
 
 Jesus reigns forever, 
 
 Jesus reigns forever ! 
 
 THE GEEAT SALVATION. 
 
 GLORIOUS days shall be to Zion 
 When her conflicts are no more, 
 And the Saviour slie relies on. 
 Sits enthroned in regal power. 
 
 Broken, every captive's fetter, — 
 
 All in Jesus shall be free ; 
 Kings shall crowd to Heaven's sceptre ; 
 
 All the earth shall bow the knee. 
 
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306 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Hail, the willing nations, bending. 
 Prince of Peace, before Thy throne ! 
 
 Heaven to earth, in love descending, 
 Views a world at peace, — Thine own. 
 
 In the scenes of coming glory, 
 
 All the ransomed hosts shall share ; 
 
 All the holy, all the lowly, 
 Shall the crown of glory wear. 
 
 Hosts from every clime and nation 
 Then shall be in Christ made one ; 
 
 Grained in full, the Great Salvation, — 
 Life and joy immortal, won. 
 
 THE SUCCESS OF THE GOSPEL ASSUEED. 
 
 THE MORNING LIGHT IS BREAKING. 
 
 This Hymn, and the National Hymn, " My country, 't is of thee," 
 were written while the author was at Andover Theological Seminary, 
 in 1832. 
 
 THE morning light is breaking ; 
 The darkness disappears ; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears. 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean, 
 
 Brings tidings from afar 
 Of nations in commotion, 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 307 
 
 Eich dews of grace come o'er us, 
 
 In many a gentle shower, 
 And brighter scenes before us. 
 
 Are opening every hour ; 
 Each cry, to Heaven going, 
 
 Abundant answers brings, 
 And heavenly gales are blowing, 
 
 With peace upon their wings. 
 
 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God we love ! 
 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
 In gratitude above ; 
 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The Gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing, — 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
 Blest river of salvation. 
 
 Pursue thy onward way ; 
 Flow, thou, to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay ; 
 Stay not, till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home ; 
 Stay not, till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim, " The Lord is come ! " 
 
308 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 JESUS EVEE KEIGNS. 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 UP, ye nations, raise 
 Songs of grateful praise ; 
 Let creation round, 
 Eing the joyful sound ; 
 Let each happy voice, 
 In the Lord rejoice ; 
 Jesus, now adore, 
 Sovereign, evermore ; 
 He who loved our souls, 
 He whose mercy rolls 
 O'er our guilty stains, — 
 Jesus ever reigns. 
 
 Now His pains are o'er, 
 Who our sorrows bore ; 
 Now He mounts the throne. 
 Worthy, He alone. 
 Evermore to wear. 
 Wreaths of glory there ; 
 See the rainbow shine, 
 Pledge of love divine ; 
 See it o'er His head, 
 Eays of splendor shed ! 
 Earthly glory wanes ; 
 Jesus ever reigns. 
 
 Thou, of David's race. 
 Thou, the Prince of Peace, 
 Thou, Almighty Word, 
 Thou, Incarnate Lord, 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 309 
 
 Worthy art, to be 
 
 Praised in melody, 
 
 Poured from thousand tongues, 
 
 Swelled in thousand songs. 
 
 Worthy is Thy name, 
 
 Sin-atoning Lamb, 
 
 Thou, who once wast slain. 
 
 Evermore to reign. 
 
 Lord, our praise we bring, — 
 Praise to Christ, our King ; 
 Praise to Him whose love 
 Leads our souls above ; 
 Praise to Him whose power 
 Guards us hour by hour. 
 Sing, ye choirs on high ; 
 Angel bands, reply. 
 Mortals, old and young, — 
 Let each joyful tongue, 
 Join the lofty strains, — 
 Jesus ever reigns. 
 
 THE LORD IS COME. 
 
 LIGHT o'er the darkened hills 
 Breaks forth at last, and fills 
 The glowing sky ; 
 See, a new dayspring born 
 Kindles a holy morn. 
 Beaming on lands forlorn. 
 While shadows fly. 
 
310 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Glory to God on high, 
 Wide let the echo fly ! 
 
 His flag, unfurled, 
 Shall tell new wonders done, 
 Shall boast new triumphs won, — 
 His, the Immortal crown, 
 
 The conquered world. 
 
 Welcome the glorious morn, 
 Welcome the hosts, new-born. 
 
 Praise and adore. 
 Dispersed the heathen's gloom, 
 Thousands to Christ have come ; 
 In Christ there still is room 
 
 For thousands more. 
 
 Hail, mighty Conqueror, hail ! 
 Thy promise will not fail ; 
 
 Thy crown assume. 
 Speak from Thy throne on high. 
 Bid the glad tidings fly, 
 And heaven and earth reply, 
 
 " The Lord is come ! " 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 811 
 
 TEIUMPHS OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 WHAT waves of music roll, 
 What songs of joy come swelling, 
 Among the angel bands, 
 
 Along heaven's sacred dwelling, 
 When penitents return, 
 
 When dying souls re\ive. 
 Forsake the way of death, 
 And learn for God to live ! 
 
 Among the saints on earth, 
 
 What praise and adoration 
 To God the Saviour wake, 
 
 When lost ones seek salvation ! 
 The sacramental host. 
 
 That spreads from sea to sea, 
 While the glad numbers grow, 
 
 Sing their fresh Jubilee. 
 
 Hail, day of holy joy ! 
 
 Though earth's last days are wasting. 
 When happy converts come. 
 
 Like doves, to Jesus hasting ! 
 Kide on, Thou conquering Prince, 
 
 Till all the world obey. 
 And all the ransomed earth 
 
 Yield to Thy blessed sway. 
 
312 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 SPEED ON THY VICTOEY, MIGHTY KING ! 
 
 For the Young Men's Social Union, Boston, March 19, 1895. 
 
 SPEED on Thy victory, mighty King, 
 The world awaits Thy call ! 
 Swiftly Thy glorious kingdom bring, 
 And reign Thou, Lord of all. 
 
 All things are Thine, — the earth we tread, 
 
 The stars, the sky, the sea ; 
 And we are in Thy image made, — 
 
 Our all belongs to Thee. 
 
 So, conquering Prince, o'er all the world, 
 
 Bid sin and tumult cease. 
 And Thy blest banner float, unfurled, 
 
 Above a world at peace. 
 
 Gather fresh crowns, of priceless worth, — 
 
 Triumphant Saviour, Thou, — 
 Till the fair crown of all the earth 
 
 Shall glitter on Thy brow. 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 313 
 
 THE PRINCE OF SALVATION IN TRIUMPH 
 IS RIDING. 
 
 THE Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, 
 And glory attends Him along His bright way ; 
 The news of His grace on the breezes are gliding, 
 And mortals are owning His sway. 
 
 The rays of the gospel-star, — see how they brighten ! 
 
 With splendors unknown the horizon they fill ; 
 The wretched they sootlie, and the dark they enlighten, 
 
 And gladness their beamings distil. 
 
 Ride on, in Thy greatness. Thou conquering Saviour ! 
 
 Let thousands of thousands submit to Thy reign, 
 Like doves at their windows, entreat for Thy favor. 
 
 And follow Thy glorious train. 
 
 Then sweetly shall ring from each sanctified nation. 
 The voices of myriads tuned to Thy praise, 
 
 And heaven shall re-echo the song of salvation, 
 In rich and melodious lays. 
 
314 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 AMEEICA'S CHEISTIAN CENTENNIAL. 
 
 Written under the conviction that the progress of Christ's King- 
 dom during the First Century of American Independence was typical 
 of its supreme extension during the new century, just begun. 
 
 AHUNDEED years, — how vast the sweep 
 Of scenes that fill the mighty past ! 
 The sires that sowed, the sons that reap ; 
 The trembling first, the hopeful last ! 
 
 A hundred years, — through peace and strifSt 
 
 The envy of a hundred lands ; 
 The nation, nurtured into life. 
 
 Founded in faith, in glory stands. 
 
 A hundred years, — what names of power 
 With fadeless bloom our history wreathe; 
 
 Like petals of some fragrant flower, 
 A sweet aroma still they breathe. 
 
 A hundred years, — o'er lands afar. 
 
 Where once at heathen shrines they fell 
 
 Thousands have hailed the rising star, 
 Thy radiant star, Immanuel. 
 
 A hundred years, — from sea to sea 
 Freedom's unsullied banners wave ; 
 
 No tyrant bids us bow the knee. 
 No zealot rules, nor toils a slave. 
 
A REDEEMED WORLD. 315 
 
 A hundred years, — what scenes unknown 
 
 In wondrous vista lie outspread ! 
 Harvests from seed in weakness sown, 
 
 Life, springing from the mighty dead. 
 
 A hundred years, — we wait His word 
 
 Whose fiat bade creation be. 
 Who spake, and echoing chaos heard, 
 
 And light broke forth in majesty. 
 
 A hundred years, — unshrinking still, 
 
 We wait the Master's high behest ; 
 In filial trust, the Master's will 
 
 Appoints our toil, provides our rest. 
 
 A hundred years, perchance, may end, 
 And sin from all its thrones be hurled. 
 
 And earth in humble reverence bend 
 To Him who rules a ransomed world. 
 
 A hundred years, and earth, redeemed, 
 
 Shall see her idol temples fall, 
 And He, whose star o'er Bethlehem beamed, 
 
 Sit, crowned, triumphant. Lord of all. 
 
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 THE DOXOLOGY OF EEDEMPTIO^ST. 
 
 REDEEMED from death ! redeemed from sin 
 Eedeemed from ills without, within ! 
 Redeemed ! what new light gilds the skies ! 
 What glories on the soul arise ! 
 
316 POEMS: SACRED AND RELIGIOUS. 
 
 Glory to Him whose love unknown 
 
 Eeached man's abyss from Heaven's high throne ; 
 
 Like some new star its radiance beamed, 
 
 A new key rang, — redeemed ! redeemed ! 
 
 As ocean's billows swell and break, 
 The mighty tide of praise shall wake ; 
 Thy love. Lord, like the unmeasured sea. 
 Shall waft a world, redeemed, to Thee. 
 
 Kedeemed ! creation, joyful, brings 
 Its tribute to the King of kings ; 
 Eedeemed ! earth's million voices raise 
 One sounding anthem to His praise. 
 
Part IV. 
 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
pan IV. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND 
 ODES. 
 
 INTERYIEWS WITH NATURE. 
 
 THE FLAG IN NATURE. 
 
 ALL Nature sings wildly the song of the free ; 
 The red, white, and blue float o'er land and o'er 
 sea, — 
 The white, in each billow that breaks on the shore ; 
 The blue, in the arching that canopies o'er 
 The land of our birth, in its glory outspread ; 
 And sunset dyes deepen and glow into red. 
 Day fades into night, and the red stripe retires ; 
 But stars, o'er the blue, light their sentinel fires. 
 And though night be gloomy, with clouds overspread, 
 Each star holds its place in the field overhead ; 
 When scatter the clouds, and the tempest is through. 
 We count every star in the field of the blue. 
 
318 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 FLOWEES. 
 
 BEEATHS from the upper world ; Eden revived ; 
 God's smiles on earth, made visible to men ; 
 Light, prisoned up in form ; honey, enhived ; 
 Fair Paradise, once lost, restored again. 
 
 Beauty and love, enshrined in bell and cup ; 
 
 Earth's innocents, that climb around our bowers ; 
 Meek, brilliant eyes, that look so sweetly up, 
 
 Like raindrops, sparkling after summer showers. 
 
 Jewels to earth, as stars are to the skies. 
 
 Polished and set, by more than human skill ; 
 
 Lessons that speak, though silent, to the eyes, — 
 Vocal in vale and plain, on ridge and hill. 
 
 Volumes of truth, that speak the mighty God, 
 Wise, loving, pitying, glorious, ever near. 
 
 That bid us trust the ever great and good. 
 
 Whose mercy wakes and crowns the rolling year. 
 
 Symbols of man's short life, too frail to stay ; 
 
 Livmg, to die, — a sweet, but passing story ; 
 Dying, to live when spring renews its day, — 
 
 The precious emblems of immortal glory. 
 
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 FLO\^^RS IN WINTER 
 
 FAIR flowers that bloom so richly, 
 As if the summer's breath 
 Were wafted o'er their birthjilace, 
 
 Aud not the chill of deatli ! 
 I hail the joyful emblem, — 
 
 Fit cheer for hours of ^doom, — 
 Earth has its wintry trials, 
 But 't is not all a tomb. 
 
 I listen in the evening 
 
 To the sighing of the gale ; 
 I watch the heaping snowdrifts, 
 
 And hear the rattling haU ; 
 And I think, with grateful spirit, 
 
 What a glorious God is ours, 
 Who is mighty in the tempest. 
 
 And gentle in the flowers. 
 
 The piercing blasts are blowing ; 
 
 But every smiling cup 
 Breathes forth such charming fragrance, 
 
 And looks so sweetly up, 
 I forget the shortened daylight, 
 
 And the wintry chill and gloom, 
 And heaven seems hovering near me, 
 
 With its everlasting bloom. 
 
 And I see amid the darkness 
 Of the path that mortals tread. 
 
 In the land of grief and partings, 
 Of the mourning and the dead, 
 
320 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 How God, with loving mercy, 
 Softening the painful blow, 
 
 Leaves joy, to gild our sorrow, 
 Like flowers in time of snow. 
 
 The cherished forms that faltered, 
 
 And we laid them down to rest. 
 In their still retreats are sleeping, 
 
 "With the peace of Jesus blest ; 
 Like the blossom from the tuber, 
 
 Like the harvest from the grain. 
 They will spring, — the time approaches. 
 
 To their lovely life again. 
 
 They are living still in beauty. 
 
 Where the soft airs ever last. 
 Where they never feel the fury 
 
 Of the winter's bitter blast ; 
 Nor frosts, with chilling fingers, 
 
 Nor griefs, with scalding tear. 
 Where summer ever lingers. 
 
 And flowers bloom all the year. 
 
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 A SONG OF SPEING. 
 
 WELCOME, the opening buds of spring ; 
 Welcome, the dew and rain ; 
 Welcome, the merry birds that sing ; 
 Welcome, the bursting grain. 
 
 Welcome, the balmy airs that breathe, 
 The rainbows, and the showers ; 
 
 Welcome, the early flowers that wreathe 
 Their beauty round our bowers. 
 
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 Wild from a thousand warbling throats 
 
 Melodious music rings ; 
 Matin and vesper swells and floats, — 
 
 Nature's sweet offerings. 
 
 Each bird that soars, each bud that breaks 
 
 In beauty from its cell. 
 Tuneful, or still, one accent wakes, — 
 
 " God has done all things well." 
 
 Let tree and wood, let vale and hill, 
 
 Swell the sweet, grateful song, 
 And wave, and rock, and ripplmg rill, 
 
 The echoing strain prolong. 
 
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 THE LITTLE CRICKET. 
 
 YOU sweet little cricket. 
 Amid the night dew. 
 While the moon shines so brightly, 
 
 I '11 listen to you. 
 I love your dull chirping, 
 
 Your shrill monotone ; 
 You soothe, with your music, 
 This bosom so lone. 
 
 Your voice, like the breezes 
 
 Tliat mournfully play. 
 When the red leaves of autumn 
 
 Look gaudy and gny, 
 Tells of joys now departed, 
 
 No more to return, 
 Of summer hopes blnsted. 
 
 Of fair flowers torn. 
 
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322 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 Sweet cricket, thy music 
 
 Will quickly be still, 
 When the tempests of winter 
 
 Eoar loud on the hill ; 
 But I go when the storm comes. 
 
 Where all my friends dwell, — 
 No more shall my heart say 
 
 To gladness farewell ! 
 
 July 25, 1831. 
 
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 WILD STEAWBEEKIES. 
 
 N" the thick and grassy wood, 
 Where the sunny streaks are breaking. 
 
 And the birds their songs are waking, 
 Where the mossy flowers repose. 
 There the pretty strawberry grows. 
 
 Pretty strawberry, fresh and sweet. 
 Say who made your cheek so shining, 
 Like the crimson sun declining, 
 And who made your pleasant smell, — 
 Tell me, pretty strawberry, tell ? 
 
 It was God who made you so ; 
 God, your ruddy color brightens. 
 And your charming odor heightens. 
 Leafy pines, and firs so straight, 
 Whisper, " Children, God is great." 
 
INTERVIEWS WITH NATURE. 32' 
 
 THE CANARY AT SEA. 
 
 On the Cunard Steamer Abyssinia, far from land, a canary bird 
 made its home as contentedly as if in its native forest. The poet has 
 given to tlie incident that spiritual lesson which has marked his life- 
 work as a lover of Nature, in close companionship with Nature's 
 Master, the Creator of all. 
 
 SWEET wanderer o'er the sea, 
 Where wild wmds moan, 
 And billowy waves, like pulses, beat 
 
 Their monotone, — 
 How tread thy little feet, so gay, 
 
 Devoid of fear ? 
 How is thy heart so brave and bold, — 
 A stranger here ? 
 
 The summer bloom, the verdant fields. 
 
 Are far away ; 
 No leafy bower, no warbled tone, 
 
 Invites thy stay. 
 Sea here, sea there, sea everywhere, 
 
 Wave chasing wave, — 
 In peril's hour, O, who has power 
 
 To shield or save ? 
 
 Enough for thee, the strong-rigged bark, 
 
 In calm and storm, 
 Will shelter and protect from harm 
 
 Thy tiny form ; 
 Cling to the refuge, and be safe 
 
 From wave and gale. 
 And o'er the ocean's boundless waste 
 
 Securelv sail. 
 
324 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 Wanderers o'er life's uncertain course, — 
 
 A dangerous sea, — 
 Our only refuge, Son of God, 
 
 We find in Thee ; 
 Led captive by no lower aim, 
 
 To Thee we cling, 
 And rest in perfect faith and hope 
 
 Beneath Thy wing. 
 
 Sweet, simple bird, of watchful eye 
 
 And lithest limb, 
 Thy trust is in this gallant ship ; 
 
 But ours, in Him. 
 Thy hope may founder through some leak, 
 
 Or stormy gale ; 
 Ours, anchored to the throne of God, 
 
 Can never fail. 
 
 October 24, 1880. 
 
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 TEEE-PLANTING, OR ARBOR DAY. 
 
 JOY for the sturdy trees, 
 Fanned by each fragrant breeze, 
 Lovely they stand. 
 The song-birds o'er them trill ; 
 They shade each tinkling rill ; 
 They crown each swelling hill, 
 Lowly or grand. 
 
 Plant them by stream and way. 
 Plant them where children play. 
 And toilers rest ; 
 
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 In every verdant vale, 
 On every sunny swale ; — 
 Whether to grow or fail, 
 God knoweth best. 
 
 Select the strong, the fair ; 
 Plant them with earnest care, — 
 
 No toil is vain ; 
 Plant in a fitter jjlace, 
 Where, like a lovely face 
 Set in some sweeter grace, 
 
 Change may prove gain. 
 
 God will His blessing send ; 
 All things on Him depend, — 
 
 His loving care 
 Clings to each leaf and flower, 
 Like ivy to its tower, — 
 His presence and His power 
 
 Are everywhere. 
 
326 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
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 THE ELOQUENCE OF NATUEE. 
 
 ye, and read at length the mystic lore 
 Where some Niagara's dark waters roar. 
 
 Draw nearer ; tremble at the amazing plan ; 
 
 See how they scorn the pygmy works of man. 
 
 Admire the swelling, grand, foreboding hush, 
 
 Where they are gathering for the awful rush 
 
 That bears them thundering down the dizzy steep, 
 
 To mingle, boiling, in the foamy deep. 
 
 List to the rumbling of the mighty floods, — 
 
 Their eloquence is but the type of God's ; 
 
 Or, note the tempest's wrath, the lightning's glare, 
 
 The rainbow's image on the cloudy air, — 
 
 Bright, beautiful, divine, too fair to stay, 
 
 Where all created beauty fades away. 
 
 Think how the whirlwind's wrath, the thunder's pride, 
 
 Terrific, echoing from the mountain's side — 
 
 Suns, planets, comets, on their pathway rolled. 
 
 Like brilliant, burning, moving orbs of gold ; 
 
 The summer's radiant glow, mild autumn's ray, — 
 
 All, all, the great Creator's might display. 
 
 Each flower that sheds its fragrance on the air 
 
 Shows some divinest signet fastened there ; 
 
 Exalts the soul above this meanest clod. 
 
 And bids us see and hear a present God, 
 
 Whose voice of majesty no words confine, — 
 
 An eloquence eternal, deep, divine. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 327 
 
 KUSTIC SCENES. 
 
 rUOM THE GERMAN. 
 
 MY HUMBLE HOME. 
 
 HUMBLE is my little cottage ; 
 Yet it is the seat of bliss. 
 Anger never dwells among us, 
 Only peace and happiness ; 
 Kindness there you always see, 
 And the sweetest harmony. 
 
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 PLEASURES OF NATUEE. 
 
 HOW sweet 't is to play, 
 In the green fields in May, 
 Beneath the tall trees, 
 Or after school hours. 
 To pluck the sweet flowers, 
 And feel the fresh breeze ! 
 
 How pleasant to look 
 In the murmuring brook. 
 
 And hear its soft sound ! 
 How happy are we ! 
 How nimble and free, 
 
 We skip o'er the ground 1 
 
328 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 Now gone is the light ; 
 Now comes the dark night; 
 
 All still is the vale. 
 We '11 go to our rest, 
 Nor wake till redbreast, 
 
 Kenews Ms soft tale. 
 
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 THE PLEASUEES OF INNOCENCE. 
 
 BLISS is hovering, smiling, everywhere, — 
 Hovering o'er the verdant mountain. 
 Smiling in the glassy fountain ; 
 Bliss is hovering, smiling,' everywhere. 
 
 Tender love is active everywhere, — 
 
 Active in the shady bower. 
 
 In the little modest flower ; 
 Tender love is active everywhere. 
 
 Innocence unseen is ever near ; 
 In the tall tree-top it lingers. 
 In the nest of feathered singers, — 
 
 Innocence unseen is ever near. 
 
 Pleasure echoes, echoes far and near ; 
 
 From the green bank decked with flowers, 
 Sunny hills, and pleasant bowers, — 
 
 Pleasure echoes, echoes far and near. 
 
 Up and weave us now a flowery crown ; 
 See the blossoms all unfolding. 
 Each its beauteous station holding, — 
 
 Up and weave us now a flowery crown. 
 
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 Go ye forth and join the ^lay-day throng ; 
 Sings the cuckoo by the river, 
 In the breeze the young leaves quiver, — 
 
 Go ye forth and join the May-day throng. 
 
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 MY DELIGHT. 
 
 THROUGH the grassy fields to run, 
 And to see the pleasant sun, 
 And soft twilight ; 
 Through the meadow and the grove, 
 With my nimble feet to rove, — 
 Is my delight. 
 
 From the lofty hill to view, 
 The fair sky so bright and blue, 
 
 And clouds of white ; 
 And some lovely song to sing, 
 "While I hear the echo ring, — 
 
 Is my delight. 
 
 When so happy and so gay. 
 Through the flowery meads I stray, 
 
 All fair and bright, 
 There to pluck a rose for you. 
 Bright and sparkling with the dew, 
 
 Is my delight. 
 
 In the bower of shady trees. 
 Shaken by the gentle breeze. 
 
 By morning light, 
 Little Robin there to hear. 
 Singing praises without fear. 
 
 Is my delight. 
 
330 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 ON WAKING IN THE MOENING. 
 
 AROUSE up, ye sleepers, the moruing has come ! 
 The sun has awakened the insects' soft hum; 
 The sheep to the fields go. 
 The men to the meadow, 
 And all to their labor till daylight grows low. 
 
 Oh, lose not the brightness of morning's young beams ; 
 The beauties of Nature are sweeter than dreams. 
 
 Your downy bed leaving. 
 
 Go forth till the evening 
 Its fragrant air breathes, and the night-warblers sing. 
 
 THE EAIN. 
 
 SEE, the rain is falling 
 On the mountain's side; 
 From the clouds dispensing 
 
 Blessings far and wide ! 
 How the cooling shower 
 Brightens every flower, 
 Makes the sun-parched land 
 With fresh blooms expand. 
 
 Now the rain is over, 
 
 See the painted bow. 
 O'er the distant hilltop. 
 
 All its colors show. 
 God is ever faithful ; 
 
 Let us all be grateful. 
 For the rain and dew. 
 
 And the cloudless blue. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 331 
 
 PRAYER BEFORE SCHOOL. 
 
 FOR our life, so young and pleasing, 
 Father, we 
 Sing to Thee 
 Praises never ceasing. 
 
 Let us, filled with pious feeling, 
 
 "VVaked from rest. 
 
 Neatly drest. 
 Humbly now be kneeling. 
 
 Give us, Lord, a zeal for learning ; 
 
 Mercy we 
 
 Seek from Thee ; 
 Make our minds discerning. 
 
 May we, through the love of Jesus, 
 
 Feel Thy power. 
 
 Every hour. 
 From sin to release us. 
 
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 THE SPRING IS COME. 
 
 THE spring is come ! and vales and mountains 
 Are clothed anew in lovely green, 
 And purling streams and mossy fountains. 
 And blooming flowers adorn the scene ; 
 Oh, listen to the insect hum, — 
 The spring, the spring is come 1 
 
332 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 The spring is come ! New life is gleaming, 
 
 In the fresh earth and brilliant sky ; 
 The warm sun on the earth is beaming ; 
 And heaven is full of melody. 
 And listen to the insect hum, — 
 The spring, the spring is come ! 
 
 The spring is come ! Away with dulness ! 
 
 Go to the rich and verdant fields ; 
 "While morning glows in all its fulness. 
 
 Go taste the joys the spring-time yields, 
 And listen to the insect hum, — 
 The spring, the spring is come ! 
 
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 THE GAEDEK 
 
 OME, children, and now to the garden we '11 go. 
 Where cowslips and snow-drops and buttercups 
 grow. 
 
 The blossoms we '11 pluck with a childish delight. 
 And get us a bunch of the red and the white. 
 
 We'll plant the dark roots, the young shoots we'll 
 
 stick down. 
 To weave us next May-day a flowery crown. 
 
 Again at our school, when the dear bell shall ring, 
 Our tasks we will learn and our songs we will sing. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 333 
 
 SPRING FLOWEES. 
 
 KIND, the spring appears ; 
 Softest smiles it wears. 
 Lovely flowers are springing; 
 Happy birds are singing, 
 On the fair green trees, 
 Waving in the breeze. 
 
 Blooming on the ground. 
 
 Many flowers are found ; 
 But so modest keeping, 
 On the green banks sleeping, 
 
 By the rivulet, 
 
 Seek the violet. 
 
 How it fills the air, 
 
 With its fragrance there ! 
 Lovely, little flower ! 
 Bending to the shower. 
 
 May we learn of thee 
 
 Sweet humility. 
 
334 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 THE THEEE ELOWEES. 
 
 THERE bloom three young flowers, so sweet and 
 fair, 
 In Nature's wild, flourishing garden. 
 On mountains and hillsides, in forests and vales. 
 
 As if playing watcher and warden ; 
 Your beauties, sweet flowers, are rich and divine ; 
 They bloom in the field ; in the nosegay they shine. 
 
 The buttercup, first, all spring-time so bright, 
 
 Like glittering beads, strung in order ; 
 Its blossoms like dew-drops, the daughters of night, 
 
 Gem the fields, and the green roadsides border ; 
 Wherever its clear yellow flowers you see, 
 Its honey-cup swells with the food of the bee. 
 
 The violet, next, in its liveliest blue. 
 
 In green, clasping leaflets half-covered. 
 The spring-meadow fills with its fragrant perfume. 
 
 Where the red-breast, by morning-light, hovered; 
 The image of mildness and modesty, too, 
 Is the violet-flower, of heavenly hue. 
 
 And then, where the sparkling fountain gleams, 
 
 Beneath the noon-sunlight so splendid, 
 The flower-de-luce, with its triple bell, smiles. 
 
 Till the days of the spring-time are ended ; 
 'T is sacred to friendship and sacred to love. 
 The emblem of union in heaven above. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 33[ 
 
 A SONG IN THE WOODS. 
 
 IN the cool and leafy grove, 
 Hand in hand we love to rove, 
 While in every shady tree, 
 Birds tune up their melody ; 
 Let us join their hajipy song, 
 And the harmony prolong. 
 
 Of tlie mighty oaks we '11 sing, 
 
 And the flowers that near them spring; 
 
 Of the trees above our head, 
 
 And the grass on which we tread ; 
 
 Of the little verdant hills, 
 
 Purling brooks, and running rills. 
 
 Listen how the rustling leaves, 
 Ever quivering in the breeze, 
 Send forth each a separate sound 
 To the echoing woods around, — 
 Sounds of praise to Him who made 
 Pine-clad hills and forest-glade. 
 
 See around the brilliant flowers. 
 Freshened by the evening showers. 
 Bright by morning, bright by night, 
 WTien comes, and when fades, the light 
 In the cool and leafy grove. 
 Hand in hand we love to rove. 
 
336 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
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 THE HUNTSMAN'S SONG. 
 
 EARAH! Trarah! 
 
 The morning hoar-frost on the cold earth glistens ; 
 The bleak wind whistles so fresh and cold, 
 The huntsman arouses and listens ; 
 The horn is winding so clear and shrill, 
 It calls him abroad to the sunny hill ; 
 Trarah ! Trarah ! 
 The sunny hill, 
 Trarah! Trarah! Trarah! 
 
 Trarah! Trarah I 
 The winter's breeze makes strong his very marrow. 
 Up fly the birds — and his eye is clear ; 
 He seizes the sharp gleaming arrow. 
 And scours the hillside where waved the corn, 
 Led on by the voice of the hunting-horn. 
 Trarah! Trarah! 
 The hunting-horn, 
 Trarah ! Trarah ! Trarah 1 
 
 Trarah ! Trarah ! 
 It calls away, — the sound of sport and pleasure. 
 The hounds are ready ; away we go I 
 The evening our frolic shall measure. 
 The horn is winding ; the game is here ; 
 And the echo salutes us far and near, — 
 Trarah! Trarah! 
 The game is here ; 
 Trarah! Trarah! Trarah! 
 
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 INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY. 
 
 THE winter winds are gone ; 
 Fresh dews and summer showers, 
 Green grass and blooming flowers, 
 Brighten the pleasant lawn. 
 
 Come, see the springing corn ; 
 Come, hear the soft birds singing ; 
 Come, hear their music ringing 
 
 At crimson eve and morn. 
 
 Come to the land of song, — 
 The land of sweetest fragrance 
 Where pleasure throws its radiance. 
 
 And music floats along. 
 
 Up to the hill-tops come, 
 Where bloom the tasselled flowers, 
 And spring, with freshened flowers. 
 
 Raises its insect hum. 
 
 THE LITTLE WEAVER 
 
 I AIM a little weaver, and pleasant are my days ; 
 My little wheel keeps whirling, and round me kitty 
 plays. 
 My life so calm and happy, so bright and active is, 
 There is no joy I wish for to crown my cup of bliss. 
 
338 MISCELLANEOUS UYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 My songs are never silent but in the peaceful niglit ; 
 I always rise to labor when day is growing light ; 
 But though I am so busy, I 'm sure I do not care ; 
 They rather should be pitied, who always idle are. 
 
 And while my wheel keeps whirling, the hours they 
 
 seem not long ; 
 I feel all day so happy, so lively is my song. 
 My work, it never wearies, but gives me health, you see ; 
 And I am always cheerful, — oh, don't you envy me ? 
 
 I care not for the dainties and all the fancy things, 
 Which from beyond the ocean the rich man's vessel 
 
 brings ; 
 My turnips and potatoes I am content to eat ; 
 Nor will I ever murmur for want of food more sweet. 
 
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 THE LITTLE STAR 
 
 ASTAE shines in the heavens, 
 With soft and tender light ; 
 How pleasant is its radiance ! 
 'T is gone — and now 't is bright. 
 
 I knew the place, at evening, 
 Where over me it stood. 
 
 Where doves all day were cooing, 
 Over the thick green wood. 
 
 I looked to see it twinkle, 
 Up in the brilliant blue ; 
 
 Eor to its mighty station, 
 It soon would come, I knew. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 339 
 
 OUR PLEASANT VILLAGE. 
 
 On, see how bright and sweetly shines 
 Our village in the evening, 
 While crimson clouds and streaks of gold 
 
 Their fairy forms are weaving ! 
 How peaceful is the dewy air ! 
 No place on earth is half so fair. 
 
 Look, how the polished window-panes 
 The parting sunbeams lighten ; 
 
 And autumn's scarlet-colored leaves, 
 Touched by the red rays, brighten. 
 
 Oh, see our pretty village there ! 
 
 No place on earth is half so fair. 
 
 And now the burning sun is gone ; 
 
 It only tips the towers 
 That rise above the temple roof ; 
 
 And now the darkness lowers. 
 But still our village glimmers there ; 
 No place on earth is half so fair. 
 
340 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 SALUTATION TO THE VILLAGE. 
 
 LITTLE vale, with fairy meadows ! 
 Trees, that spread your leafy hands ! 
 Flowers, clothed in softest beauty, 
 
 Lovelier than eastern lands ! 
 Village ! home of every treasure, 
 Thee we sing in strains of pleasure ; 
 Village in the silent vale. 
 Lovely village ! thee we hail ! 
 
 How thy pleasant evening-shadows 
 Make our troubled passions cease ; 
 
 And thy bright and purling rivers 
 Fill our souls with hallowed peace. 
 
 Village ! tender thoughts promoting, 
 
 Like the clouds in azure floating ; 
 
 Village in the silent vale, 
 
 Lovely village ! thee we hail ! 
 
 In thy green and sunny pathways. 
 Near thy bright and glassy streams, 
 
 Free from care we love to wander. 
 Cheered by summer's radiant beams : 
 
 Scenes of sweetest recollection. 
 
 Sacred to the soul's reflection, 
 
 Village in the silent vale, 
 
 Lovely village ! thee we hail ! 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 341 
 
 FAREWELL TO THE VILLAGE. 
 
 SILENT vale ! where love and pleasure 
 Ever round our cottage flowed ; 
 Beauteous as the western evening, 
 
 Lovely as the sunlit cloud ; 
 Peaceful as the vesper bell, — 
 Thee we bid a long farewell. 
 
 Fare thee well ! Fare thee well ! 
 
 Fare ye well, ye ancient beeches. 
 Which have shielded oft our head ; 
 
 Still be green, ye sunny meadows ; 
 Fields with brightest flowers bespread, 
 
 Scenes, where oft the reapers' song 
 
 Swelled in echoes sweet and strong. 
 All farewell ! All farewell ! 
 
 Pleasant village ! oft thy beauties 
 Shall revive within our breast, 
 
 And the lovely recollection 
 
 Soothe, like visits from the blest. 
 
 Often to our tearful eyes 
 
 Shall thy cherished image rise. 
 Fare thee well ! Fare thee well 1 
 
342 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 HAIL, BETHLEHEM'S STAE! 
 
 THE gloomy night is fleeing fast, 
 The morning star appears ; 
 Its glowing rays a splendor cast 
 
 On morning's dewy tears. 
 Come, let us join in cheerful praises, 
 While Nature her sweet psean raises ; 
 The morning star appears. 
 
 Fair star ! thy charms have ne'er declined 
 Since first thy beams were given, — 
 
 Like golden chains that firmly bind 
 The distant earth and heaven. 
 
 Oh, praise the Lord, as on the morning 
 
 When angels sang the lovely dawning 
 Of Bethlehem's star in heaven ! 
 
 Let thousand voices swell the strain ; 
 
 Let praises loudly ring ; 
 Let melody the soul enchain. 
 
 And all creation sing. 
 Hail, Bethlehem's star, thy light, abiding, 
 Thro' stormy life our path still guiding, 
 
 To heaven our feet shall bring. 
 
RUSTIC SCENES. 343 
 
 NATIVE LAND, SO LOVELY. 
 
 EVENING winds are breathing, 
 Through the forest greeu ; 
 Crimson clouds are wreathing, 
 In the sky, serene. 
 
 Trees, so tall and branching, 
 
 Eelics of the past, 
 In the soft breeze waving, 
 
 Eoaring in the blast, 
 
 Bloom in future ages, 
 
 Bloom in Freedom's light; 
 
 Though the tempest rages, 
 Stand in all your might. 
 
 Native land, so lovely, 
 
 Bright thy beauties are ; 
 Long may noon beam o'er thee, 
 Let thy night be far. 
 
 On thy rising glories, 
 Let the clear light glow. 
 
 Clearer tlian the mid-day, 
 On the spotless snow. 
 
344 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 SUMMEE EVENINa 
 
 THE summer evening 
 Bright wreaths is weaving, 
 Eound vale and hill ; 
 The dewy flowers 
 Perfume the bowers, 
 And all is still. 
 
 The moon shines brightly, 
 The birds rest lightly 
 
 Among the trees. 
 The reapers, singing, 
 Are homeward bringing 
 
 Their yellow sheaves. 
 
 Now day is over. 
 The little rover 
 
 Must be at rest. 
 Till purple morning 
 Awakes the dawning, 
 
 In glory drest. 
 
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 VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 FREEDOM ADVANCES. 
 
 Written January 1, 1829, while a student in Harvard College, 9B 
 " A Carrier's Address " for the " Christian Watchman," under the con- 
 viction that civil and religious liberty had gained a new impulse in 
 Europe and the East. 
 
 THE zephyrs are hushed, and the storm winds are 
 blowing ; 
 The rude car of winter sweeps madly along ; 
 The bright crystal streamlet no longer is flowing ; 
 And the woodland has echoed the last warbled 
 song : — 
 But seraphim bands all their lyres are waking ; 
 
 The tempests are wafting a heavenly song ; 
 The streams of salvation their barriers are breaking ; 
 The heathenish nations their gods are forsaking, — 
 All earth is uniting the strain to prolong ! 
 
 I slept, — and thick darkness around me was stealing ; 
 
 The light of the gospel hnd fadeil away; 
 And lordly oppression lier sceptre was wielding, — 
 
 A merciless tyrant, a merciless sway ! 
 I woke, — and around me the dark clouds were flying ; 
 
 A fair star liad risen to lead on the day ; 
 The mourners in Zion no longer were sighing, — 
 But wreaths of salvation her daughters were twining, 
 
 And onward advanced the triumphal array ! 
 
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 Thus, thus wakes the morn, — the mists are retreating ; 
 
 The noon-day approaches beyond the blue wave. 
 Eound Heaven's fair banners the nations are meet- 
 ing' — 
 
 The poor and unlearned, the rich and the brave ; 
 The far distant gun of the Moslem is rolling. 
 
 The tyrant is fallen, — all dark is his grave ! 
 The deep, heavy knell of oppression is tolling. 
 And religion beams forth, every passion controlling. 
 
 Peace, peace to the mourners and joy to the slave ! 
 
 And, hark ! the shrill trump of the gospel is sounding ; 
 
 The angel in heaven pursues his career ; 
 The heart of the widow with gladness is bounding ; 
 
 And the fatherless child weeps the penitent's tear. 
 And thou — wilt thou aid in the work of salvation, — 
 
 Give thy bread to the hungry ; the heart-broken 
 cheer ? 
 Wilt thou send the blest story from nation to nation, 
 And improve the brief day of thy mortal probation ? 
 
 Then, well cries the Watchman, — A Happy New 
 Year! 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 Read at a social gathering in Boston, where a Christian woman very 
 acceptably occupied tlie chair, as presiding ofBcer. 
 
 WHAT were this globe, with mountain, plain, and 
 wood, 
 Grand in their gorgeousness, and great as good, 
 The mighty ocean with its ceaseless flow, 
 Expansive sky above and sea below, — 
 Were all this grandeur in the world alone, 
 Without a veil of beauty o'er it thrown, 
 
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 As o'er the trellis creeps the slender viue, 
 
 As o'er old ruius verdant ivies twiue, 
 
 As near the crags, the humble wild flower sleeps, 
 
 Or gentle ripples smile ou ocean deeps ? 
 
 What were the storm, that darkens all the air, 
 When thunders roll aud flashing lightnings glare ? 
 Did not, with voice of love, God's matchless will 
 Quell the wild tumult, and say, " Peace, be still ! " 
 And bid the rainbow with its lovely form 
 Wreathe by its light the background of the storm ? 
 
 The vale is sweeter, for the o'er-hanging hill ; 
 The beauty shows the grandeur, grander still. 
 What were this hour of joy and festive cheer, 
 Though faces meet us which our hearts revere ; 
 Wliat were this scene, brilliant with church and 
 
 state, — 
 If, met in conclave, for some grave debate, 
 ]\Ian sat, alone, sombre and grave and wise. 
 Like old gnarled oak beneath the breezy skies ? 
 
 We love the strength that rules, the light that guides. 
 The higher will that judges and decides, — 
 Blessed be God ! — we own the chairman's power ; 
 But still, to-night, 't is woman rules the hour. 
 
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 WOMAN, A " SIDE-ISSUE." 
 
 Bead at the Social Union, Boston, October 26, 1868. 
 
 It has been said, " Whatever be the beauty and charms of woman, let 
 her not value herself too highly. For it is undeniable that, in the work 
 of creation, man was the principal, and woman only a ' side-issue.' " 
 
 YES, a " side-issue," so you say, 
 Like a self -vaunting Turk : 
 Woman was but an after-thought ; 
 But man, God's noblest work. 
 
 But no side-issue here to-night, 
 
 As once in Eden's bowers ; 
 For woman holds the highest place 
 
 In this fair feast of ours. 
 
 Creation's lords with lofty air 
 
 Their higher work fulfil ; 
 But woman, in a gentler sphere, 
 
 Labors with loving will. 
 
 We boast our greatness, wisdom, wealth, 
 
 Proud of our rank as men ; 
 But for our mothers, where had we, 
 
 Creation's lordlings, been ? 
 
 When God resolved His chosen race 
 To pluck from Pharaoh's hand, 
 
 The ark that saved the infant chief 
 Was by a woman planned. 
 
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 When Sisera's champions led the fight, 
 
 Armed with the warrior's mail, 
 He failed ; and through his heathen head, 
 
 A woman drove the nail. 
 
 When Joshua sent to search the land 
 
 Where heathen banners waved, 
 No hostile hand could reach the spies 
 
 A woman's wit had saved. 
 
 The prophet near the brook lay hid. 
 
 By hungry ravens fed ; 
 Till woman built his little room. 
 
 And feasted him with bread. 
 
 Weary and hungry, Jesus sat 
 
 At noon beside the well ; 
 And listening ears absorbed each word 
 
 Of love that from Him fell, 
 
 Samaria's nobles, boastful, dreamed 
 
 Of worldly wit and lore ; 
 A woman blessed His words that day ; 
 
 A woman owned His power. 
 
 One meekly sat at Jesus' feet. 
 
 His gracious words to hear ; 
 And one received Him, tired and faint, 
 
 With love and festal cheer, — 
 
 blessed women, never shall 
 
 Their deeds forgotten be ! 
 E'en the ascending Conqueror fixed 
 
 His gaze on Bethany. 
 
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 With tearful eyes and loving heart, 
 Furnished with ointment sweet, 
 
 A woman bathed, perfumed, and kissed 
 The Saviour's sacred feet. 
 
 Who but a woman on His head 
 The precious fragrance strewed ? 
 
 " Trouble her not," the Master said, 
 " She hath done what she could." 
 
 And, meanly, one his Lord betrayed 
 
 With cruelty inhuman ; 
 And one denied His blessed name, — 
 
 Both men, but never woman. 
 
 Rudely the rough procession trod. 
 With smirk and shout and yell, 
 
 The pathway where the Son of God 
 Beneath His burden fell. 
 
 Where were the men ? They in that hour 
 
 Hid, trembling and afraid ; 
 Only the women near their Lord 
 
 Lingered and wept and prayed. 
 
 When, dying on the shameful cross. 
 
 In agony He hung. 
 The precious word " mother " was heard 
 
 Last hngering on His tongue. 
 
 Up, curious Peter ! seek the place 
 Of the Great Captive's tomb ; 
 
 Run, loving John, before the rays 
 Of morn the skies illume ! 
 
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 Tliey rose, they ran ; with joy they saw 
 
 The garb the Saviour wore, — 
 But women at the sacred spot 
 
 Had worshipped long before. 
 
 When first a church on Europe's soil 
 
 Like a new sunlight burst, 
 And grew apace, on its fair roll 
 
 A woman's name stood first. 
 
 When science would new worlds evoke, 
 
 Beyond the mighty sea, 
 Spain's nobles doubted if at all 
 
 Such wondrous things could be. 
 
 Men locked the treasury of state, 
 
 " No funds to spare to-day ! " 
 She sold her jewelled rings to send 
 
 Columbus on his way. 
 
 Brave Isabella ! she alone 
 
 Saw glimmerings in the skies ; 
 America was sought and found, — • 
 
 A woman's enterprise ! 
 
 There sleeps upon a lonely isle, 
 
 Far o'er the southern wave, 
 The proto-martyr of our work, 
 
 The heathen world to save. 
 
 That silent sleeper's gentle name 
 Still breathes like sweet perfume ; 
 
 The sacred dust of woman fills 
 That lonely, glorious tomb. 
 
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 AVhere were our honored, martyred chief, 
 Who, through the stormy wave, 
 
 Safely conveyed the ship of state, 
 Patient and wise and brave ; 
 
 Whose sun has set, whose star gone down. 
 When shall we see such other ? 
 
 But what had honored Lincoln been 
 But for his Christian mother ? 
 
 And what were he whose deeds of might 
 
 On every banner flaunt. 
 But for the pious woman's name 
 
 Who made him U. S. Grant. 
 
 Talk of " side-issues," if you please ; 
 
 Cry " woman " — " Need n't heed her ! " 
 But history and love reply, 
 
 " Oh, no, she is the leader." 
 
 Not a " side-issue " here to-night, 
 As once in Eden's bowers ; 
 
 But woman holds the highest place 
 At this fair feast of ours. 
 
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 THE GOOD AND GREAT MAN. 
 
 IIvMN for tho Soldier's Corps of the G. A. R., Chicago, 111., 
 May 15, 1887. 
 
 WHO is the truly good and great ? 
 Who, worthy of the highest fame ? 
 And who, among the sons of men, 
 
 Shall hold the most distinguished name ? 
 
 The man whose heart and hands are pure ; 
 
 Who rules his thoughts, who rules his will ; 
 Resists temptation's fiercest flood, 
 
 Unsullied keeps his honor still ; 
 
 Who heeds the cry of want and woe, 
 Wlio gently soothes the sufferer's pain ; 
 
 Pities the tempted ones who fall, 
 And sets them on their feet again ; 
 
 Who walks 'neath heaven's o'er-arching dome 
 Purely as angels' feet might tread ; 
 
 And love and faith combine to weave 
 A glorious halo round his head ; 
 
 Who, earnest, keeps, with reverent step, 
 The ways the pious fathers trod ; 
 
 Who shuns the intoxicating cup, 
 
 And loves his country and his God, — 
 
 He shall enjoy the highest praise 
 To mortals due, to mortals given ; 
 
 Be owned, an honor to his race, 
 
 And wear the crown of life in heaven. 
 
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 DANGEEOUS PEECOCITY. 
 
 YOUTHS of few summers — boys, still dolts at 
 school. 
 Leaping the rigors of parental rule — 
 Deem all control a bore, and vote it harsh ; 
 Ape foreign style, and sport the curled mustache ; 
 Plunge with a zest, in nonsense and in sin, — 
 Hair-oil without, and hair -brained skulls within : 
 The pomp, external, affluently shed. 
 Proclaims they have within an empty head. 
 How eloquently weakness tells its tale ! 
 Like ships that tower aloft, with wind in every sail. 
 
 The gentle sex, grown wise as Nature's lords, 
 Must learn the magic of some mystic words 
 From learned juntos, and aspire to speak 
 Some hidden mystery, in classic Greek. 
 They wear the secret charm upon the breast. 
 Like evening's star upon the blushing west. 
 Too frank, too good, the luscious truth to hide. 
 They choose to wear the symbol all outside ; 
 And when these blooming bowers of hope they leave. 
 Commit the secret to their sister Eve. 
 
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 "A LITTLE UPPISH."^ 
 
 « A LlTTLEuppish," — Well, itis 
 l\. The style of modern days ; 
 For young America delights 
 In such peculiar ways. 
 
 The boy escaped from female garb, 
 
 Aged just twenty moons, 
 Feels very " uppish," when he sports 
 
 His boots and pantaloons. 
 
 The girl in hoops and waterfalls, 
 
 Just entering her " teens," 
 Is " uppish," as if born to sit 
 
 With duchesses and queens. 
 
 And when the child, become a bride, 
 
 Sits on the household throne, 
 Her dear liege lord she sometimes snubs, 
 
 Alas, too " uppish " grown. 
 
 May not a young and offshoot church 
 
 Be good as any other ? 
 Oh, yes ; when, " uppish " grown, she thinks 
 
 She 's wiser than her mother. 
 
 Who wonders that the offshoot stands 
 
 With such rich grace endued ? 
 She feels the thrill in all her veins 
 
 Of her strong mother's blood. 
 
 1 Read at a Social Union, Springfield. Mass., whcu a yonnp offshoot 
 church was characterized, by Kev. Dr. G. B. lUe, pastor of the mother 
 choTcb, as " a little uppish." 
 
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 " A little uppish ! " Gently speak, 
 
 'T is but a fault of youth ; 
 And grace will cure it, wait a while, 
 
 Through the blest power of truth. 
 
 Thank God, such faults are but of earth ! 
 
 Thank God, they pass away, 
 As clouds of night and gloom withdraw 
 
 Before the opening day ! 
 
 o>»ic 
 
 THESE MODEEN TIMES. 
 
 LIEE in these modern days strange freaks assumes ; 
 Old truth retires, and feeble falsehood comes ; 
 Fiction and fancy, all the live-long day. 
 And airy nothings, are the things that pay. 
 
 The loudest, lightest, for the worthiest pass, — 
 As rise balloons, because their filled with gas. 
 Men scorn the wisdom of the hoary sage. 
 And eloquently boast this learned age : — 
 
 An age of shallow wit and weak pretence, 
 Whose greatest want is want of common sense ; 
 The gaping crowd admires each changing scene. 
 As some new wonder, — for the crowd is green. 
 
 Fashions and follies bear the masses by. 
 And silks and ribbons, with their rainbow dye, 
 Or flutter in the air, a graceful show. 
 Or sweep the dusty thoroughfares below. 
 
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 Along the street their gaudy pageants glide, 
 Gay as the Lutterllies of summertide, — 
 With equal beauty, equal lightness fraught, 
 As little burdened Avith the weight of thought. 
 
 Perchance, but spendthrifts on an empty purse ; 
 Perchance, the victims, too, of something worse. 
 An eloquence of manner often tells, 
 Some tilings have naught but tongues, besides church 
 bells. 
 
 September, 1838. 
 
 A MEPtKY HOUR. 
 
 A. E. Sloan, Esq., of Cincinnati, delivered a course of three lectures, 
 entitled " Merry Hours." lu advance of the course he selected the 
 names of several persons and things wliich would be incidentally intro- 
 duced in the lectures, and requested Dr. Smith to write for him, for 
 his u.se, the prelude to each lecture. The notice was very sudden ; but 
 the impromptu responses are given below, as illustrations of the versa- 
 tility of the poet, in " Mirthful Moments." 
 
 Humorous Fragments, No. 1. 
 
 LEND your ears, gentle friends, throw your bu.'=i- 
 ness aside, 
 " Tom Pidger " is going to trot out " his bride ; " 
 On my word, you shall learn, drawn true to the life, 
 'Mid the frolic and fun, what makes " a good wife ; " 
 Or lawyer's, or " minister's," even your own, — 
 (Aside) if your willing to yield her your throne. 
 
 If you 've done " Saratoga," and drunk of its water, 
 On a trip with your wife, or your merry-tongued 
 daughter ; 
 
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 If you've been at the seashore, where morals grow 
 
 lax ; 
 Or learned " early rising " from witty " J. Saxe," — 
 1 11 warrant you need, after such relaxation, 
 Some muscular fun, before your vocation 
 You ply, like an engine, through snow, sleet, and rain, 
 And buckle to labor and business again. 
 So smooth out the creases that furrow your brow, 
 Wliile, juicy as apples just plucked from the bough, 
 I strive, gentle friends, to the best of my power. 
 To give, as per program, a right " merry hour." 
 
 Humorous Fragments, No. 2. 
 
 If I should open here at once, and empty all my 
 budget, 
 
 Like some rich mine of gold, condensed in one enor- 
 mous nugget, — 
 
 Talk in one breath of courtship, love, and ardor pa- 
 triotic, 
 
 Mixing, like old Egyptian priests, hieratic and de- 
 motic, — 
 
 Your sides would shake, your brain would ache amid 
 the varied clatter, 
 
 And echoes ring from all the hall, " Good, sir, what is 
 the matter ? " 
 
 So, mindful of your ease, I choose to give you in 
 
 detail, — 
 Just as your daily letters, friend, come one by one by 
 
 mail, — 
 How " Mr. Winkle " sought " the springs " where wit 
 
 and beauty fed ; 
 And " Pickwick at the Ipswich Inn " once missed his 
 
 way to bed ; 
 
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 And Wendell Hftlmes, the autocrat, — his wit put 
 
 under ban, — 
 Kesolved, " I never more shall dare he witty as I 
 
 can." 
 Perhaps, to try anotlier strain, and prove its potent 
 
 magic, 
 My rendering of "Clarence' Dream," will give you a 
 
 touch of tragic. 
 So here you have a program true, — nut baseless as 
 
 false rumor, — 
 Apply your ears and you shall hear " fragments of wit 
 
 and humor." 
 
 Humorous Fragments, No. 3. 
 
 Tlie light and dark, the grave and gay, make up the 
 
 round of life ; 
 Pathetic scenes and mirthful hours, — now rest, now 
 
 battle's strife. 
 Chiefly in merry mood my steps from scene to scene 
 
 shall roam ; 
 A tear may dampen on your lids for the " dear folks 
 
 at home ; " 
 You needs must hear how " Harry Fifth " manoeuvred 
 
 for " his wife ; " 
 And roguish Kate, with cunning grace, worried the 
 
 Prince's life. 
 There 's something sweet in early " love ; " I think 
 
 you 've found it so ; 
 Some, in its budding promise yet, — some knew it long 
 
 ago. 
 Sometimes the sly, winged Cupid puts a sting within 
 
 your marrow ; 
 But oftener smitten hearts declare, there's honey on 
 
 his arrow. 
 
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 Soho ! you speak of " Yankee Land," a noble country, 
 truly ; 
 
 I quite agree with you, my friend, I mean to praise it 
 duly. 
 
 Amid the wealth of sea and soil, republic, kingdom, 
 throne, 
 
 This gem of all the nations gleams, a diamond set 
 alone. 
 
 You thought of courtship when I spoke just now of 
 Henry V. ; 
 
 Now leave the ship and keep the court, take land in- 
 stead of sea. 
 
 Call up your jury, Sherilf B., and summon in the 
 
 Court ; 
 " Bardell and Pickwick's " case is reached, — so read 
 
 the clerk's report. 
 This fills the docket, gentle friends : these petals make 
 
 the flower ; 
 Unfolding, one by one, their scent will fill the " merry 
 
 hour." 
 Unconsciously the sunlit sands will trickle through 
 
 the glass. 
 While wit high carnival maintains, and "Mirthful 
 
 Moments" pass. 
 
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 ELOQUENCE. 
 
 Extracts from poem read before the riiilliermeuian Society, of 
 Browu University, 11. I., September, 1838 ; aud before the Erosophian 
 Adelphi, of Waterville College, Maine, August, 1840. 
 
 WHAT, then, is elo([ueuce ? No mere parade 
 Of gorgeous words, in gorgeous forms arrayed ; 
 No pomp of style, no art by masters taught ; 
 Not graceful gesture, not profoundest thought, 
 Nor reason's power, nor feeling most intense, — 
 Expound the matchless power of eloquence ! 
 What more are these than rudimental parts, — 
 Disjecta membra of the art of arts ? 
 Show me the man whose words in torrents rush, 
 While tides of feeling from his full soul gush ; 
 Simple and clear in style, in action strong, 
 With Nature's purest utterance on his tongue ; 
 Deep, rich in thought, majestically bright, 
 In illustration, like meridian light ; 
 Persuasive, gentle, graphic, great, sublime, — 
 A giant midst the pygmies of his time ; 
 In whom, unconscious. Nature's beauty gleams, 
 And art itself, but perfect Nature seems ; 
 Able to wield the fiercest mob at will, 
 Like Him whose voice bade the rough sea be still. 
 And every billow settled at His word. 
 The ocean yielding homage to its Lord ; — 
 That man is eloquent; a coal divine, 
 Brought by some seraph from the eternal shrine, 
 Has touched his lips, set loose his noble mind 
 From clogs that hold the mass of human kind. 
 Made him soar upward, gloriously free, 
 And breathe the soulful air of liberty. 
 
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 But not in him alone the gift resides ; 
 
 Pure eloquence has many a home besides : 
 
 Not fettered down, 't is true, by stated rules. 
 
 Chastened and trained, like logic, in the schools, 
 
 Not forced, like rhetoric, to be an art, — 
 
 But breathing life and power from Nature's heart. 
 
 Wildly, but sweet, its lovely cadence floats. 
 
 Well worthy to be viewed as Heaven-taught notes. 
 
 Where can a spot in Nature's ample round. 
 
 Filled with Jehovah's workmanship, be found, — 
 
 A spot where myriad suns converge their rays, 
 
 And worlds to worlds respond their Maker's praise, 
 
 Or where in meaner ranks creation throngs, 
 
 And countless thousands chant their gladsome songs, 
 
 While the miuutest worm is called to share — 
 
 Sublime compassion ! — its Creator's care. 
 
 Where, where a ^pot, through Nature's vast extent. 
 
 But God has made superbly eloquent ! 
 
 See where Imagination mounts its throne. 
 
 And boasts a rich creation, all its own, 
 
 Bold, mighty, clear, magnificent, complete, — 
 
 There all ideals of perfection meet ! 
 
 If the real world is eloquent with truth. 
 
 In art and nature, hoary age and youth, 
 
 Which, though it grieves us, still demands an ear, — 
 
 And woe betide the man who scorns to hear ; — 
 
 Imagination, in its rainbows drest. 
 
 Utters its eloquence m every breast ; 
 
 Puts on all charms, assumes all gay attire ; 
 
 Makes tears of blood, or breath of living fire : 
 
 Eaises the beggar to a kingly throne, 
 
 Or nods, and thousands tread the monarch down ; 
 
 Bids the dark ocean heave its waves on high. 
 
 Or whispers, and the stormy tempests die ! 
 
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 Touched by its power, we start from troubled sleep, 
 
 Tremble and quiver, and long vigils keep ; 
 
 Again, it lulls us to an angel's rest, — 
 
 Pure, sweet, and tranquil as the evening west ; 
 
 Moved by the scenes it feigns, our hearts have bled, 
 
 Grief rose in floods, tears were in torrents shed ; 
 
 Bound by the magic of its mighty spell, 
 
 "We wept in agony, when all was well ! 
 
 Oh, say, what mistress else has strength to bind 
 
 The secret movements of the free-born mind ? 
 
 What energy besides can melt and mould 
 
 The human spirit like to liquid gold ? 
 
 What agent rule us by a law so stern. 
 
 Which oft disgusts us, while we o'er it yearn ? 
 
 Say, what within, beyond, the realm of sense. 
 
 Boasts with more right the power of Eloquence. 
 
 SOUL-LIBEPtTY, THE WATCHWORD OF THE 
 WOULD. 
 
 The following verses were originally written, as will appear during 
 the perusal, to honor the " Early Baptists of New England." They 
 have a larger range of tribute than belongs to any individual branch 
 of the Church of Christ. They reflect tliose elements of character 
 which pervaded the early Christians of America, and made American 
 Independence possible. 
 
 SING, Muse of history, sing the deathless fame 
 Of heroes honored by a spotless name ; 
 From selfish aims and low amljition pure. 
 Born for a work which ever shall endure. 
 Brave men and true, with fearless steps they trod, 
 Soul-liberty their aim, — their leader, God. 
 
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 Slaves to no creed, chained by no iron rule. 
 Bound by no ritual, servants of no school, 
 Pledged to no standing order, all their plan 
 To trust God's truth to God, man's rights to man, — 
 They held no precept but the Saviour's word, 
 Called no one " Master " but their glorious Lord. 
 They claimed no right the conscience to restrain, 
 Deemed human rites both useless things and vain, 
 Taught infant baptism, — when the babes believed, 
 And their young hearts the Saviour's grace received ; 
 Believed in sprinkling — of Christ's precious blood — 
 And urged their converts to that cleansing flood. 
 But, dead to sin, they chose the mystic grave, 
 Memorial blest of Him who came to save ; 
 Then taught the world, by charity divine. 
 How Christ's sweet spirit in the life can shine ; 
 All men embrace within its mighty span, 
 Grant each his right, and honor man as man. 
 
 Careless of steepled grace and Gothic pile. 
 
 Their earliest church on yonder sea-girt isle 
 
 In faith they planted, and bedewed with tears 
 
 The infant slip, the joy of later years. 
 
 When scourged by power, the cruel stripes they 
 
 bore ; 
 Eased by God's succor, made their converts more. 
 When doomed to exile, wider still they spread 
 The faith they loved, the truth for which they bled. 
 Their zeal for God, by fire and dungeons tried, 
 Grew when they suffered, triumphed when they died. 
 Free as the water, rippling on their strand, 
 Beaching and kissing every distant land. 
 So the broad truths they taught, hemmed in no more. 
 Seek every land, and find each distant shore. 
 
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 The church tliey founded here, oppressed and tried, 
 For which they suffered, and in which they died. 
 Stood for Christ's truth, brought freedom to the 
 
 oppressed, 
 Joy to the prisoner, — to the troubled, rest ; 
 Like some fair beacon, marked the blessed way, 
 And shed its welcome light across the bay. 
 They passed from earth, the champions in the fight, 
 Their hearts undaunted, and their armor bright ; 
 Servants of men not they, but fearing God ; 
 And countless thousands in their steps have trod. 
 
 As gentle clouds that drink the morning dew 
 Float in the light, and bathe in heaven's bright blue. 
 But, noonday past, in gold and crimson, rest, 
 Like gorgeous mountains, in the glowing west, 
 While day departs in peaceful beauty die, 
 Leaving their tranquil glow along the sky, — 
 So lived Christ's witnesses, friends of Christ's truth, 
 As men endowed with an unfailing youth, 
 And dying, left, like daylight's golden train, 
 Blest memories in which they live again. 
 
 men of God, men of faith and prayer. 
 
 Whose souls craved freedom as the lungs crave air. 
 
 Blest for your work, whose fruits, like harvests, wave. 
 
 Blest for the noble heritage ye gave, 
 
 In filial love, in manly strength and cheer. 
 
 In queenly charms and beauty, gathered here. 
 
 Honors sincere around your brows we wreathe. 
 
 And blessings on your memories we breathe ; 
 
 Be ours the honor and the bliss to wear 
 
 With grateful joy and pride your mantles rare, 
 
 Till o'er each bannered height shall swing, unfurled, 
 
 " Soul-liberty," — the watchword of the world. 
 
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 THE UNFETTERED CONSCIENCE. 
 
 In 1665 the authorities of the Town of Boston nailed up the doors 
 of the First Baptist Church, and forbade its use. The order was soon 
 after revoked. 
 
 At the 200th Anniversary of the historic event above noticed, the 
 following lines were read, to illustrate that heroism, founded upon 
 religious convictions, which largely distinguished the Founders of the 
 Great American Republic. 
 
 AYE, " close the doors, and nail them fast," 
 " Shut out the faithful few " 
 Who nailed their banners to the mast. 
 
 To Christ and conscience true ; 
 Their motto, " What the Scripture saith," 
 
 With souls serene and brave, 
 And held unshrinkingly the faith 
 The Word and Spirit gave. 
 
 Aye, " Nail the doors," — bleak winds of March 
 
 Eoared round the little flock ; 
 But, peaceful as the heaven's blue arch. 
 
 Their zeal defied the shock ; 
 Not theirs, made weak by coward fear. 
 
 The truth they loved, to yield ; 
 Not theirs, compelled by scoff and jeer, 
 
 To hasten from the field. 
 
 One Sabbath, scattered through the town. 
 Barred from their house of prayer, 
 
 Crushed by the ruler's scorn and frown, 
 The people's taunt and stare ; 
 
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 The next, to God and duty true, 
 
 Met iu their lowly shed. 
 They worshipped Him iu tears, who knew 
 
 Not where to lay His head. 
 
 Aye, " Nail the doors," — the rulers deemed 
 
 Their act had power to bind 
 The sacred rights of men redeemed. 
 
 To crush the freeborn mind ; 
 But who shall bind the beams of light 
 
 The sun at midday flings ? 
 Or check the eagle's heavenward flight 
 
 By cobwebs on his wings ? 
 
 Prisons and fines, and pain and death. 
 
 In vain assert control 
 O'er that free thing, the Almighty breath, 
 
 God's image in the soul ; 
 Tyrants of earth, with mace and crown, 
 
 May make an empire cower ; 
 The soul — an empire of its own — 
 
 Defies their utmost power. 
 
 Can man o'er noontide's glory bring 
 
 A pall of blackest night ? 
 Or grains of dust upon his wing 
 
 Impede the seraph's flight ? 
 God's thought, unchecked by human rule. 
 
 Shall hold its mighty sway ; 
 God's law shall found its lofty school, 
 
 And love make all obey. 
 
 Aye, " Nail the doors," — the mighty wrong 
 
 The erring hammer wroufrht, — 
 A seed, that day, — harvests, ere long, — 
 
 "With wondrous fruits was fraught; 
 
368 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 As ships, in ballast, oft depart. 
 Yet, when they homeward sail, 
 
 Bring wealth uncounted to the mart, 
 Nor heed the stormy gale. 
 
 Aye, " Nail the doors," — yet God's true light 
 
 From God's blest Word will shine ; 
 Conscience and truth will have their right, — 
 
 " 'T is human," 't is divine ; 
 Hold in your leash the billowy sea, 
 
 Fetter the waves of sound, 
 Man's soul, — God's truth, — divinely free. 
 
 By man cannot be bound. 
 
 BE JOYFUL. 
 
 Breakfast Hymn, for the American Tract Society, May, 1864. 
 
 JOY ! — for the precious seed that springs 
 In fields which God, the Lord, hath blessed ; 
 Joy ! — for the sower, where he sings 
 On the bright hills of heavenly rest ! 
 
 Joy ! _ for the fields where men have strewed, 
 In faith and love, salvation's leaves ! 
 
 Joy ! — for the reaper, safe with God, 
 And honored with his ripened sheaves ! 
 
 Joy for the fathers ! once they wrought 
 'Mid scenes of sorrow, blood, and strife ; 
 
 Gladly we choose the paths they sought, 
 And track their steps, to endless life. 
 
VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 369 
 
 Joy for the fallen ! glory won, 
 
 No more the dust of earth they tread ; 
 
 The work proceeds, — and God's dear Son 
 Shall triumph, where their feet have bled. 
 
 Joy for the Saviour ! sin, o'er-thrown 
 At last, no more fierce fight shall wage. 
 
 Joy for Immanuel ! wear the crown, 
 Immortal Prince, — from age to age 1 
 
 THE CHRISTMAS TREE. 
 
 IN all this bright and pleasant land 
 Of sunshine, dew, and flowers. 
 Has sprung to life no Christmas tree 
 More fair than this of ours. 
 
 Up from the strengthening earth no sap 
 Flows out from stem to stem, 
 
 But beauty crowns each bending branch, 
 A Christmas diadem. 
 
 No faded blossoms drooping hang, 
 No withered twig is seen ; 
 
 Love set, and love adorned, the tree, — 
 And love is ever green. 
 
 And every little leaflet clings 
 
 Closely to every other. 
 Like nestling bird to nestling bird. 
 
 Like child to loving mother. 
 
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370 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 Brought from the field where once it grew, — 
 
 Ahve, without a root ; 
 'T is not a fruit tree, but it yields 
 
 The most amazing fruit. 
 
 What would you find upon the tree ? 
 
 Cake, candy, book, or pistol ? 
 Perhaps not all, but love, as dear 
 
 As any love in Bristol. 
 
 Then welcome to the festal hall ; 
 
 Come to our Christmas tree ; 
 Come where the branches drop their gifts. 
 
 Like the blest gospel, free. 
 
 In all this bright and pleasant land 
 Of sunshine, dew, and flowers. 
 
 Has sprung to life no Christmas tree, 
 More fair than this of ours. 
 
 Bristol, E. I., Christmas, 1870. 
 
 SIBYLLINE LEAVES. 
 
 Read at a dinner of the Harvard Class of 1829. 
 
 "AT 7"ILL you buy my leaves, monarch ? 
 
 V V They teem with wondrous lore 
 Of things ordained to happen, 
 
 Casting their shades before ; 
 The precious truths are written 
 
 In volumes three times three ; 
 Come, monarch, pay the sesterces 
 
 And take the books from me." 
 
VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 371 
 
 " Away ! I scorn thee, Sibyl," 
 
 The haughty Tarquin cried, 
 " Thou hast no power to open 
 
 What God hath sworn to hide ; " 
 The Sibyl took her volumes 
 
 And proudly stalked away ; 
 " Three shall be burned," she muttered, 
 
 " Six shall bring equal pay." 
 
 The curling flames blazed brightly, 
 
 Three volumes ceased to be ; 
 "Now, six, haughty Tarquin, 
 
 Await thy high decree : 
 Three precious tomes have perished, 
 
 That told Rome's coming fate ; 
 Say, wilt thou take the six I hold. 
 
 And save the glorious state ? " 
 
 Again refused the monarch, — 
 
 Three volumes burned again, 
 Like dry leaves in the forest. 
 
 Where comes no dew nor rain. 
 And stood again the Sibyl 
 
 Before proud Tarquin's door ; 
 " Three volumes now I offer thee, 
 
 Their worth, — nor less, nor more." 
 
 And Home's great king relented, — 
 
 " 'T is much, hag, to pay. 
 But sesterces, whate'er you wish, 
 
 Sibyl, are yours to-day ; 
 These honored leaves shall rule the state 
 
 Saved by your words prophetic, 
 From Tliule ultima remote. 
 
 To empires trans-Gangetic." 
 
372 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 The bark we launched in years long past 
 
 On the world's stormy sea, 
 Sailed with no Sibyl leaves to tell 
 
 How strange its fates should be. 
 But deeds are better far than words, — 
 
 Acts, than prophetic pen ; 
 Prouder than hopes of things to be, 
 
 Are high deeds that have been. 
 
 No Sibyl in mysterious lore 
 
 Things secret e'er reveals. 
 And only life, with solemn pomp. 
 
 The book of Fate unseals ; 
 Thou saidst, Sibyl, volumes three 
 
 Filled with thy lore divine, 
 Were worth as many sesterces 
 
 As were the volumes nine. 
 
 But one grand life, whose noble deeds 
 
 File by, as men in battle, — 
 Borne strongly to its glorious end, 
 
 Amid the world's vain rattle, — 
 Is worth a thousand promises 
 
 Dreamed by a brain ascetic ; 
 Our glory is in acts, not words, — 
 
 Deeds done, not deeds prophetic. 
 
VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 373 
 
 DORCAS.^ 
 
 " This woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did." 
 Acts ix. 36. 
 
 THE coats and garments, deftly made 
 By Dorcas for the poor, 
 Excel in beauty all the robes 
 That monarchs ever wore. 
 These, from the sphere of mortal thmgs, 
 
 Like breaths of wind have passed ; 
 The record of her humble work, 
 Forevermore will last. 
 
 The gold and gems of royal courts, 
 
 Glittered their fleeting day ; 
 The shining jewels men admire, 
 
 "Were fair, — but where are they ? 
 The coats and garments Dorcas made 
 
 To bless the humble poor, 
 Are treasured with the holy things 
 
 Wliich ever shall endure. 
 
 For when the Judge, with glory crowned, 
 
 Takes His immortal throne. 
 And such as did His will on earth, 
 
 His loving voice shall own, 
 They, in the sufferers whom they helped, 
 
 Their Lord Himself shall see, — 
 " In that ye did it unto these. 
 
 Ye did it unto me." 
 
 1 My sister's eight j-ninth birthday, March I", 1895. 
 
 It is not out of place to add, for example's sake, that during a few 
 months previous to the date of this brotherly tribute, the subject of 
 the verses sent to the needy poor children of the South, more tlian two 
 hundred useful articles, all of which were her own handiwork. — Ed. 
 
374 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS AND ODES. 
 
 OUE YEAES EOLL OK 
 
 A " Cakkier's Address " written January 1, 1832, while a student 
 at Andover, Mass., and recalled to mind by the poet, with a loving 
 confidence that when years on earth shall end, a blessed immortality 
 lies beyond. 
 
 The choice of this poem, written shortly before the hymn, " My 
 Country, 't is of thee," has been adopted, with the poet's approval, as 
 the closing selection of this volume. The experience of a long life has 
 confirmed his early estimate of duty, as " Our years roll on." 
 
 OUB years roll on ; and fleeting years are they, 
 Brief as the rainbow on the dropping spray 
 Of some wild waterfall, that foams afar, 
 Where Nature's rudest rocks and forests are. 
 With heaven's bright hues the falling raindrops burn ; 
 They hurry onward ; others, in their turn, 
 Shine just as bright, and glow as soft and clear ; 
 But while we look, their beauties disappear. 
 
 Our years roll on ; and varied years are they. 
 Here smile the buds of hope ; there dwells decay. 
 Now friends are here ; but quickly they depart, 
 And death unwinds the strings that bind the heart. 
 Pleasure and pain their changing courses keep. 
 Sure as our waking hours succeed to sleep ; 
 From wave to wave we mount, till changing tires, 
 And life — the close of changing scenes — expires. 
 
 Our years roll on ; and blessed years are they. 
 Cheered with the righteous Sun's reviving ray. 
 The streams of rich salvation round us flow, 
 And thousand hearts their precious virtue know. 
 
VERSES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 375 
 
 Tidings of souls renewed and sins forgiven 
 Come floating by, on every wind of heaven ; 
 The sway of sin begins at length to wane ; 
 And o'er the world the Saviour conies to reign. 
 
 Oii7' I/ears roll on ; and active years are they. 
 O'er flowery banks we may not take our way ; 
 We may not linger where soft numbers swell, 
 Nor over-love the things we love so well. 
 'T is ours to work for God ; 't is ours to go 
 Through earth's wide field, the precious seed to sow. 
 We may not rest till life's bright years decline ; 
 Then, like the sun in heaven, our names shall shine. 
 
 Our years roll on ; our years must pass away. 
 Our youth's companions, tell us, where are they ? 
 And where are thousands whom we knew before, — 
 Thousands, whose faces we shall see no more ? 
 Among the dead their dwelling is to-day. 
 Hear we their voice, " Ye living, watch and pray 1 " 
 Hear and obey ; then we no scene may fear ; 
 But each revolving sun shall bring a happy year. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Pasi 
 
 A bright drop on the rose-leaf rests 192 
 
 A fairy girl with wavy curls 26 
 
 A hundred years, — how vast the sweep 314 
 
 All nature sings wildly the song of the free 317 
 
 All one in Christ, though plains and hills dividing 257 
 
 All that is pleasant to the eye 254 
 
 All tlie week we spend 205 
 
 <' A little uppish, " — Well it is 355 
 
 And now the solemn deed is done 21'4 
 
 And so we hide our dead in solemn shade 1^9 
 
 Another bantling! lo he comes 7 
 
 Another, — yes, another ^04 
 
 Arouse up, ye sleepers, the morning has come 330 
 
 Arouse ye, arouse ye, O servants of God 288 
 
 As blushing tints still mantle o'er the shell '^^ 
 
 Ascended dearly loved, in life's young bud 33 
 
 A score of years, — as spring matures 28 
 
 As fades the light of closing day 1^8 
 
 As flows the rapid river 294 
 
 As I sat on "the Fourth," in the land of the free 125 
 
 A song of the Highland Guards l"-t 
 
 A star shines in the heavens . . 318 
 
 As summer clouds, in richness sleeping 295 
 
 As whitening fields of precious grain 212 
 
 At first, a sickly babe, with angel face 6 
 
 Auspicious morning, hail 140 
 
 Aye, " Close the doors, and nail them fast " 366 
 
 Backward to-day my sunny thoughts 11 
 
 Behold, dear wife, how things have changed 17 
 
 Beyond where Cedron's waters flow 240 
 
 Blest are these years of wedded love 53 
 
 Blest be the ancient men whose feet 242 
 
 Blest be the bonds of Christian love 267 
 
 Blest be the day of rest 204 
 
 Blest be the holy bands 266 
 
 Blest is the hour when cares depart 216 
 
 Blest be the sacred tie that binds 261 
 
 Blest word of God, our help, our stay 199 
 
 Bliss is hovering, smiling, everywhere 328 
 
 Breathe balmy airs, ye fragrant flowers 163 
 
 Breaths from the upper world, Eden revived 318 
 
 Broken and bruised, from fields of strife 171 
 
378 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Paok 
 
 Brother and friend, with joy we meet 58 
 
 Brought home where the dust of her kindred reposes 74 
 
 Built on the Rock of Ages, Lord 235 
 
 By the couch of the saint there are loved ones to weep 298 
 
 Children of Freedom's land 189 
 
 Child of my warm affection 19 
 
 Christian, awake ! let thy soul swell with gladness 300 
 
 Come back to be buried beneath the green willow 106 
 
 Come, children, and now, to the garden we '11 go 332 
 
 Come, God the Father, for our hands have reared 227 
 
 Come, O divine Shekinah, come 226 
 
 Come to our waiting hearts and homes 213 
 
 Come to the festal day 86 
 
 Cumbered with earthly care 195 
 
 Daily the hum of eve returns 201 
 
 Dear is each well remembered face 231 
 
 Dear master of the tuneful lyre 109 
 
 Deep, mid these dim and silent shades 124 
 
 Did I hear you say, " 'tis eighty" 56 
 
 Drawn from a thousand distant homes 208 
 
 Drawn to this blest retreat 95 
 
 Earth waits Thy advent, Prince of Peace 277 
 
 Evening winds are breathing 343 
 
 Fair flowers that bloom so richly 319 
 
 Fair seat of learning! who shall tell 91 
 
 Fair Suffield, thy children return to thy halls 93 
 
 Fair Worcester, enthroned on the hills in thy pride 92 
 
 Far from earth retreating 250 
 
 Far from the dear delights of friends and home 207 
 
 Far o'er the distant mountain ridge 221 
 
 Far o'er the land the precious grain 211 
 
 Fifty full years, — how fair and grand the record 54 
 
 Fling out the banner on the breeze 154 
 
 Forth from the sheltering wing of home 10 
 
 For our life, so young and pleasing 331 
 
 From dear New England's happy shore 273 
 
 From the villages retiring 239 
 
 Glorious days shall be to Zion 305 
 
 God of all grace, supreme, alone 236 
 
 God of the mountains and the sea 228 
 
 God of the ocean and the shore 269 
 
 God of the starry worlds above 225 
 
 Go, heralds of Salvation, forth 270 
 
 Go? — when the precious promise stands ? 249 
 
 Go with Thy servant, mighty Lord 272 
 
 Go j'e, and read at length the mystic lore 326 
 
 Gone, but not lost! the star of day 103 
 
 Good morning, Ma'am, I come to bring 133 
 
 Grateful, the pious feast we keep ^^'^ 
 
 Great is the work, but Thine, God, the power 217 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 379 
 
 Paoi 
 
 Hail, friend and brother, on this bright birthday 51 
 
 Hail, honored master! Hail, thrice-honored friend 101 
 
 Hail pastor! with thy honored brow 222 
 
 Hang out the lantern 1 Let oppression quail 137 
 
 Hark! music wakes 141 
 
 Haste to the conquest of the world 280 
 
 Heroic statesman, hail 180 
 
 Honored and loved, the patriot and the sage 147 
 
 Honored by all, where'er thy nanie is heard 50 
 
 How blest are they, in Christ, who die 296 
 
 How blest the art that links in sacred bunds 83 
 
 How blest the Sabbath mornini; breaks 202 
 
 How brightly shone heaven's hoi}- light 143 
 
 How calm and peaceful is the grave 299 
 
 How pure in zeal, how tirm in faith 145 
 
 How sweet 't is to play 327 
 
 How sweet the evening shadows fall 200 
 
 Humble is my little cottage 327 
 
 I am a little weaver, and pleasant are my days 337 
 
 I had a jewel, passing rich 34 
 
 I have read of a poet whose minstrels^' woke 82 
 
 In all this bright and pleasant land 309 
 
 In faith this corner-stone we lay 83 
 
 In loving faith this stone we place 87 
 
 In marts of wealth, in gilded halls 224 
 
 In nursery, college, work, fashion and art 126 
 
 In the cool and leafy grove 335 
 
 In the thick and grassy wood 322 
 
 In thousand shaded valleys 170 
 
 I see the blessed angels there 36 
 
 I suppose I 'm the aim of your eloquent battery 120 
 
 Is thy final rest more peaceful ? "2 
 
 It is coming, it is coming 158 
 
 I 've known and loved her many a year 30 
 
 Joy ! — for the precious seed that springs 368 
 
 Joy for the sturdy trees 324 
 
 Kind the Spring appears 333 
 
 Land of the freemen and home of the brave 144 
 
 Launched safely on life's sunny main 14 
 
 Lend your ears, gentle friends, throw your business aside 357 
 
 Life in these modern days strange freaks assumes 356 
 
 Light o'er the darkened hills 309 
 
 Light o'er the hills 275 
 
 Like a swift racer, clear the lines 44 
 
 Little vale, with fairy meadows 340 
 
 Living, she loved the house of prayer 66 
 
 'Mid the tempest and the strife 99 
 
 Morn of Zion's glory 304 
 
 Mute is his eloquence; that silver tongue 107 
 
 My Country, 't is of thee 77 
 
380 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Pagb 
 
 No sorrow, like a sweeping storm 292 
 
 Not costly domes, not marble towers 185 
 
 Not gifts of gold, or costly gems 22 
 
 Not yet complete, the hall we rear 89 
 
 Not yet the frost of age 97 
 
 Now gloomy night is gone 190 
 
 blessed Word of God, thy living ray 284 
 
 O Rock of Ages, when the storm 291 
 
 O Thou, whose glory fills the sky 215 
 
 O Thou, whose voice the tempest stilled 285 
 
 Oh, blest are they, to whom 't is given 217 
 
 Oh, labor in darkness and labor by day Ill 
 
 Oh, mourn not, fond mother, the joys that depart 71 
 
 Oh, no, my friend, you blunder there 20 
 
 Oh no, they shall not be forgot 1 
 
 Oh, not my own these verdant hills 253 
 
 Oh, praise ye Jehovah, His glory proclaim 236 
 
 Oh, see how bright and sweetly shines 339 
 
 Oh, sing to the praise of the Saviour above 261 
 
 Oh, weep not, ye whose child hath won 70 
 
 Old Time rolls b}', but gently breathes . . . . • 146 
 
 On northern hills where bleak winds blow 157 
 
 Once, on a bright and happy night 40 
 
 Onward, Christian warriors 209 
 
 Onward speed thy conquering flight 271 
 
 Our babe, escaping from life's woes 7 
 
 Our joyous hearts, to-day 184 
 
 Our years roll on 374 
 
 Pain shall not enter there. No thought of woe 300 
 
 Passed from our sight, but grandly living still 63 
 
 Passing on, passing up, to the platform of life 251 
 
 Perfect in Christ, our spirits yearn to be 196 
 
 Planted in Christ, the living vine 259 
 
 Pleasant is the day of rest 203 
 
 Praise to the brave and true 138 
 
 Eedeemed from death ! redeemed from sin 315 
 
 Eemember thy Creator 194 
 
 Rouse to defend the land ye love 151 
 
 Sacred, God, to thee 123 
 
 Sacred the ground we tread 65 
 
 Sad, but yet glad, our thoughts recall 178 
 
 See, the rain is falling 330 
 
 Shine on, "Lone Star! " thy radiance bright 281 
 
 Shepherd and Heavenly Friend 59 
 
 Short was thy pilgrimage, dear child 75 
 
 Silent vale, where love and pleasure 341 
 
 Sing, Muse of history, sing the deathless fame 363 
 
 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely 76 
 
 Sixty benignant years 22 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep 3 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 381 
 
 Paob 
 
 So! be a man, and gird thy soul 13 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 206 
 
 Softly, their labors doue, — the patriots rest IG-i 
 
 So! leap the limit now that parts 9 
 
 Some nice tliinjjs, you think, can be done without toil 79 
 
 So swiftly the years on their axles have rolled 23 
 
 So the fair structure stands 119 
 
 Sow ye beside all waters 90 
 
 Speed on thy victory, mighty King 312 
 
 Spring, with its bright and cheerful hours 12 
 
 Strengthened and trained by toil and tears 183 
 
 Strew the fair garlands where slumber the dead 102 
 
 Sweet in the innocence of youth ICl 
 
 Sweet wanderer o'er the sea 323 
 
 Sweep on, O car of light 230 
 
 Swiftly the years roll on ; so swiftly conies 28G 
 
 Take from our hands, faithful earth 1G7 
 
 Take these choice treasures, gentle earth 172 
 
 The clouds of affliction and pain 246 
 
 The coats and garments, deftly made 373 
 
 The friendships we formed 43 
 
 The gloomy night is fleeing fast 342 
 
 The God of battles praise 173 
 
 The joys of earth are fleeting 193 
 
 The Lord is risen, and angels wait 241 
 
 The man who dwells beneath Thy shade, Most High 265 
 
 The morning light is breaking 306 
 
 The Muses, in the olden days 84 
 
 The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding 313 
 
 There bloom three young flowers, so sweet and fair 334 
 
 There 's rest for thee 256 
 
 There stood upon a river's bank 197 
 
 The seal, once laid on pliant wax 79 
 
 The ship floats bravely on the sea 278 
 
 The small life coiled within the seed 149 
 
 The Spring is come I and vales and mountains 331 
 
 The summer evening, bright wreaths is weaving 344 
 
 The voice of joyful ones I hear 260 
 
 The winter winds are gone 337 
 
 The zeph^Ts are hushed, and the storm winds are blowing I . . . . 345 
 
 They came from many a happy home 176 
 
 They fought on many a crimsoned field 168 
 
 They gathered from the south and north 152 
 
 They left old England's cultured homes 132 
 
 This is my home, — my fair bright home 39 
 
 Thou precious pleiige of love 2 
 
 Thou, whose heart with pain is broken 289 
 
 Tiiree-score and ten, the blushing spring 25 
 
 Three-score and ten, the crimson sunlight waning 46 
 
 Through the grassy fields to run 329 
 
 Thus comes another; may she stand 4 
 
 Thy kingdom come, immortal King 276 
 
 Thj' way, O God, is best 252 
 
382 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Page 
 
 'T is but a step to yon bright world 245 
 
 'T is fifty years, God bless her 15 
 
 'T is fitting thus to honor the man of three-score years and ten ... 47 
 
 'T is mine to wield the sickle 218 
 
 'T is the question of the day 116 
 
 'T is well to celebrate the (lays 32 
 
 To feel the mild, delicious clime 297 
 
 To Him who dwells above, all grace possessing 198 
 
 Toilers from many a distant field 94 
 
 Trarah! Trarahl 336 
 
 'T was an eventful day that made thee feel 6 
 
 'T was at the grave of Lazarus 237 
 
 'T was God who heard when hope was dying 243 
 
 'Twas planted while the wintry winds 130 
 
 Two gardens, flourishing and bright 37 
 
 Up, ye nations, raise songs of grateful praise 308 
 
 Up ! ye saints, and raise 262 
 
 Wave the new flag, exultant, o'er the land 156 
 
 "Weary and wan, his furrows long 282 
 
 We are all like blind men, groping in the dark 69 
 
 We build on Christ, our Corner-stone 220 
 
 We emulate the path thy feet have trod 61 
 
 Welcome, the opening buds of Spring 320 
 
 We reap, to-day, the glorious fruit 268 
 
 Westward, brave seaman, sail 129 
 
 We wander far o'er land and sea 186 
 
 We wreathe with flowers the peaceful graves 164 
 
 What is true greatness, — where, and whence ? Ill 
 
 What peace is this that springs within my mind ? 264 
 
 What then, is eloquence V No mere parade 361 
 
 What waves of music roll 311 
 
 What were this globe, with mountain, plain, and wood ? 346 
 
 When autumn blasts sweep o'er the fields 96 
 
 When God is near 255 
 
 When shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever ? 301 
 
 When the scarred hero from the field 279 
 
 Where are the ancient men who reared 243 
 
 Where are the boys of earlier days V 81 
 
 While all creation sings for joy 194 
 
 While centuries pass with solemn tread 229 
 
 Who is the truly good and great ? 353 
 
 Who shall not love the weak and j'oung ? 191 
 
 Will you buy my leaves, monarch ? 370 
 
 With crowds around, upbraiding 290 
 
 With willing hearts we tread 258 
 
 Yes, a " side-issue," so you say 348 
 
 Yes, " fell asleep," — but sleep implies two wakings 67 
 
 Yes, my native land, I love thee 274 
 
 Your thousand voices raise 303 
 
 You sweet little cricket 321 
 
 Youths of few summers, — boys, still dolts at school 354 
 
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