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THE LINCOLN CABIN 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS 
 
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 Saxe Churchill Stlmson 
 
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 AUTHOR OF 
 
 THE TRENCH LAD 
 
 (The Gorham Press, Boston) 
 
 Published by the Author 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Lincoln Cabin .... 7 
 
 April 8 
 
 Arcadia 9 
 
 Jerusalem 10 
 
 Music 12 
 
 The Sky . . . . . . .13 
 
 Mary Magdalene 14 
 
 Goddess Of Liberty . . . .15 
 
 The Sea-Shell 16 
 
 Jewel Casket . . ... .17 
 
 The Sea 18 
 
 Valley Of The Shadow ... 19 
 
 Haying 20 
 
 Happiness 21 
 
 Country Life . . . . . .22 
 
 The Captain 23 
 
 His Way 24 
 
 Wisdom 25 
 
 Pearl Of Rare Price .... 26 
 
 Peace 27 
 
 Song Of The Shop 28 
 
 The Daisy 29 
 
PAGE 
 
 The Poor Man 30 
 
 The Sacrament 32 
 
 The Painter 33 
 
 Gethsemane 34 
 
 The Call 35 
 
 Man's Humanity to Man ... 36 
 
 Roses .38 
 
 Mother 39 
 
 Requiem Lines 40 
 
 Sun-Dweller 42 
 
 The City of Gold 43 
 
 Song of All Nations .... 44 
 
 The Prodigal Son 46 
 
 The Mississippi 47 
 
 Eastward Ho! 48 
 
 Vespers 49 
 
THE LINCOLN CABIN 
 
THE LINCOLN CABIN 
 
 Humble on the farm, to stand, 
 Where wood-vines still entwine; 
 The palace of the land, 
 The nation's shrine. 
 
 Here he came forth, 
 
 As children we are taught. 
 
 Rich in simple worth. 
 
 Earth's mighty deeds he wrought ! 
 
 Hardly he toiled, and strove, 
 
 'Tis written in the homely frame ; 
 
 Life's richest fabric he wove. 
 
 The world brings homage to his name! 
 
 Like Christ for men, he had a heart. 
 He lifted up a race. 
 He did his part — 
 We see it in his face. 
 
 Lowly on the farm to stand, 
 Where wood-vines will entwine; 
 The Temple of the land, 
 The people's shrine! 
 
APRIL 
 
 April thou gentle month, 
 With now a shower of rain, 
 Sunshine and bright skies 
 And soon it rains again ! 
 
 The wind is blowing soft 
 And the eves trickle. 
 Things are being born 
 — Thou month, so fickle. 
 
 Foolish are they 
 
 Who grumble at thy weather; 
 
 God knows our needs, 
 
 And waters wheat and heather! 
 
ARCADIA 
 
 Sunshine and gentle breeze, 
 And landscape all of green, 
 Summer mid the meadow trees, 
 How tranquil is the scene. 
 
 Just to sit all day 
 And watch the sheep. 
 The lark projects his lay. 
 The jays a trysting keep! 
 
 Calling from the tip 
 Of yonder pine-tree; 
 And nature's varigated lip 
 Is making melody. 
 
 The sheep are cropping close 
 The juicy growth of grass. 
 Spread across the pasture, 
 A gray and moving mass. 
 
 How perfect is the scene. 
 The flock upon the glade. 
 The lilies deck the green! 
 They loiter in the shade. 
 
JERUSALEM 
 
 Jerusalem ! thou shalt not be hid, 
 Fair city of four hills. 
 Temples tombs, and ancient wall, 
 Whate'er Jehovah wills. 
 
 Favored city of our God, 
 Splendid in thy day ! 
 Here David set his royal throne, 
 And walked his kingly way. 
 
 Here the Jew shall come again. 
 In thy vineyards raise his fruit. 
 Lasting joy shall crown his head; 
 Greet his Christ with harp, and lute. 
 
 Jerusalem, in thy glory! 
 Zion City in thy fall — 
 The Bible tells the tragic story, 
 Serving, sinning, suffering all. 
 
 Solomon built his wondrous temple. 
 Marvelous with its gems and gold. 
 Cedars frou the woods of Lebanon, 
 Marvelous temple, wealth untold! 
 
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Jesus stood upon thy street 
 
 Teaching in the trader's mart. 
 
 And in sorrow he did weep, 
 
 And failed to win thy Hebrew heart. 
 
 Jerusalem, thou shalt not be hid. 
 Grand again, upon the hills ! 
 Temples, tomb, and ancient wall, 
 Whate'er Jehovah wills. 
 
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MUSIC 
 
 Dost thou love music, 
 Then draw near, 
 And melody of harmonies 
 Thou shalt hear. 
 
 Orchestra bells are ringing, 
 And the soft flute floats 
 Upon the ear, 
 And joins the organ notes. 
 
 Sweet voices are singing 
 
 A rhapsody of song; 
 
 The trumpet and the trombone, 
 
 Their sounding tones prolong. 
 
 The violin tells of heaven 
 On its strings! 
 The piano, harp, — viola. 
 The rustle of angel's wings. 
 
THE SKY 
 
 Behold the grandeur that's above! 
 Behold the glory of the sky, 
 Sunshine and bright clouds, 
 And all the beauties nigh! 
 
 Though earth be soiled 
 The sky is pure and clean; 
 Up from the alley! 
 The pink and blue are seen. 
 
 Mountains of billowy masses 
 Touched by the western glow; 
 Peaks valleys, and crevasses, 
 And now the gorgeous rainbow ! 
 
 Behold the grandeur that's above, 
 Behold the glory of the sky. 
 Sunshine and bright clouds 
 And all the colors nigh. 
 
 Look up, not down, 
 Where the glowing clouds expand ! 
 Look forward, and not back. 
 And lend a hand ! 
 
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MARY MAGDALENE 
 
 Double dyed in sin 
 
 Was she, 
 
 Till Christ looked down in love, 
 
 And set her free. 
 
 Mary the Magdalene, 
 Prostrate at His feet. 
 The woman and her Lord 
 On earth, did meet. 
 
 Last at the cross. 
 And first at the tomb was she, 
 For she loved her Lord, 
 Who set her free. 
 
 Double dyed in sin? 
 
 Now snow-white, and forgiven, 
 
 Through all eternity 
 
 She'll reign, in heaven! 
 
 14 
 
GODDESS OF LIBERTY 
 
 We're proud of America 
 In the world's dark hour ! 
 She has shown herself 
 A true world power! 
 
 Giving herself to others, 
 With unstinted hand ; 
 All mankind her brothers, 
 In a foreign land! 
 
 Leading in Liberty ! 
 And gospel of Christ — 
 She sets no price 
 On her sacrifice. 
 
 15 
 
THE SEA-SHELL 
 
 It is a sea-shell, 
 Of wondrous hue, 
 Silvery transparency 
 Tinted pink, and azure blue. 
 
 He found the sea-shell 
 
 On the ocean's shore. 
 
 And the battling waves do beat it 
 
 — O'er, — and o'er. 
 
 It is so beautiful, 
 
 Of wondrous hue, 
 
 Silver transparency, tinted pink, 
 
 And azure blue ! 
 
 Thy soul is as the sea-shell 
 On eternity's shore. 
 And the battling waves do beat it 
 O'er, and o'er, and o'er. 
 
 It is so beautiful. 
 
 Worn to priceless hue! 
 
 And thy Lord doth love 
 
 Its treasured pink, and tinted azure blue. 
 
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JEWEL CASKET 
 
 Live the beautiful life, 
 
 Mellowing with the years, 
 
 What matters the burden and strife 
 
 To the heart that smiles through tears ! 
 
 Naught is so grand 
 As beautiful living! 
 God's own hand 
 The pattern giving. 
 
 Beautiful life, 
 And beautiful presence, 
 With these you are rife 
 With heaven's essence! 
 
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THE SEA 
 
 Gray and washing ocean, 
 Let us sit by thee, 
 And watch thy motion. 
 Thou ever moving sea. 
 
 On the rocks beating, 
 The sail and the distant boat; 
 Near the waves retreating, 
 Above the clouds that float. 
 
 To many a foreign land 
 
 The steamers go; 
 
 The storms rage upon the strand! 
 
 The health-laden breezes blow. 
 
 Blue and ceaseless motion 
 Here is rest by thee. 
 The grandeur of the ocean ! 
 The mystery of the sea. 
 
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VALLEY OF THE SHADOW 
 
 Not death, transition is a better word, 
 Fling wide the shutters, let the sunshine in, 
 Bring here another bunch of roses ! 
 And to the shroud a pink and lily pin. 
 
 The coffin is a couch of rosewood 
 Whereon to rest thy wellbeloved dead, 
 All things will be as they should. 
 Believers have no need of dread. 
 
 Life's toil and struggle for thy loved, is o'er. 
 They're happy in the homeland, 
 This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise ! 
 Christ's parting promise take, and understand. 
 
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HAYING 
 
 Across the meadows 
 
 Come the scents, 
 Of mixed aromas. 
 
 Mingled mints. 
 
 Perfumes deUcious 
 
 The new mown hay ! 
 And the felled clover 
 
 On the harvest day. 
 
 We would breathe it all, 
 
 Our lungs expand! 
 Where the soft south-wind 
 
 Wafts across the land. 
 
 Fruit of the acres ! 
 
 Vine and plant, and butterfly, 
 And odor of hay and clover. 
 
 Curing neath the sky. 
 
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HAPPINESS 
 
 Oh, the pure joy of Hving 
 The flush of health's glow, 
 The buoyant air breathing, 
 To think ! and to know ! 
 
 Oh the rare joy of being — 
 The w^alk of the morning; 
 The far acres teeming, 
 Their fruitage adorning! 
 
 Oh, the rich joy of serving 
 Your neighbor, your God; 
 The task never swerving — 
 Upturning the sod! 
 
 The leap in the water ! 
 The forest to roam! 
 The pots and the kettles 
 The music of home. 
 
 Oh the pure joy of living! 
 Like the lark on the wing; 
 Proclaim a thanksgiving 
 Earth's riches to sing ! 
 
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COUNTRY LIFE 
 
 Keep to the farm my boy, 
 Stay by the growing acres ! 
 Mind and hands employ, 
 The town has many fakers. 
 
 The farm is the place of health 
 To feed the cities need ! 
 The farm is the place of wealth, 
 Rich treasures it doth breed! 
 
 Man is never greater 
 
 Than on the farm, 
 
 When he deserts her 
 
 Then sound the world's alarm! 
 
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THE CAPTAIN 
 
 On fighting field 
 We hold our stand. 
 Advance or yield 
 God's in command. 
 
 Civil stress 
 Pervades the land 
 To curse or bless. 
 God's in command! 
 
 The look is bright, 
 His guiding hand. 
 Ahead there's light! 
 God's in command. 
 
 23 
 
HIS WAY 
 
 God's way is best. 
 Though hard to see 
 How it can be. 
 — God's way is best. 
 
 His way is best. 
 The verdict of the years 
 Doth prove our needless fears, 
 His way is best. 
 
 God's way is best. 
 Where'er he leads today, 
 Sometime we'll say, 
 His way was best. 
 
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WISDOM 
 
 Wisdom is not knowledge, 
 
 The lines of printed page 
 
 To fill the head, 
 
 With all that's learned and sage. 
 
 Wisdom is experience ! 
 
 You must live 
 
 The fiery trial, 
 
 E'er her fruitage she will give! 
 
 So count it not strange, 
 
 Do not criticize 
 
 God's plan. 
 
 For it makes you good and wise. 
 
 25 
 
PEARL OF RARE PRICE 
 
 Loves golden hour 
 Like a string of pearl, 
 A manly man 
 And his chosen girl. 
 
 Window casement, 
 Full moon bright ; 
 Stars in the heavens 
 And a glorious night. 
 
 Loves golden hour. 
 Lives linked together, 
 And no eternity 
 Those lives to sever. 
 
 Sacred pleasure 
 From above! 
 Earth's holy treasure 
 Is — to love. 
 
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PEACE 
 
 Peace — sweet peace, 
 O'er the troubled world. 
 The martial sounds to cease, 
 The battle-flags all furled. 
 
 Peace that passeth understanding, 
 May it forever reign; 
 Flowers and verdure springing 
 The blue-birds sing again! 
 
 Love throned in every nation, 
 Hand joined with hand. 
 Hatred to have cessation — 
 Peace — peace ! on sea and land. 
 
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SONG OF THE SHOP 
 
 Hurrah for our job! 
 Best of the earth; 
 And money enough, 
 Whatever you're worth. 
 
 The crash of the hammer ! 
 The ring of the steel ! 
 Press puUies and clammer, 
 The whirl of the wheel ! 
 
 A breath of free air 
 Neath a fifty- foot roof, 
 Arms like Achilles — 
 We carry the proof ! 
 
 Hurrah for our job. 
 We wouldn't trade 
 For the best paper job, 
 That ever was made ! 
 
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THE DAISY 
 
 Dainty dot of gold 
 
 With its fringe of white, 
 For thy lover to behold 
 
 A thousand in sight! 
 
 Dotting in the meadow, 
 Dimpling in the lane, 
 
 Smiling in the shadow 
 Growing in the grain. 
 
 We'd rather wear thee, daisy 
 
 On our breast. 
 Than jeweled emblem 
 
 Or an earl's crest ! 
 
 Dotting in the meadow 
 Dimpling in the lane, 
 
 Stay with us all summer 
 Then — come again! 
 
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THE POOR MAN 
 
 Everyman's born poor, 
 And poor he must depart. 
 What place has rank of gold 
 Or lifted pride of heart ! 
 
 The poor man has the earth 
 All to enjoy; 
 
 Ther're rich in honest worth 
 Who mind and hands employ. 
 
 Blessed are the poor 
 
 For heaven they shall inherit, 
 
 Happy are the poor 
 
 Who achieve by patient merit. 
 
 There's many a nobleman 
 
 Clad in overalls ! 
 
 A heart within of a prince or king. 
 
 He goes where the day's work calls ! 
 
 The poor man builds the world. 
 Homes, castles, and proud towers ! 
 Aloft the structures rise 
 By the wand of his working hours. 
 
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Everybody's born poor, 
 And poor they must depart. 
 What right has rank of wealth 
 Or lifted pride of heart ! 
 
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THE SACRAMENT 
 
 Sacred elements of bread and wine, 
 That doth our sin remove; 
 To fit this erring frailty 
 To come at last above. 
 
 Humbly we break the bread, 
 Kneeling in contrition. 
 The blessed Lord looks down 
 Forgiving our condition ! 
 
 Take eat, it is my body, 
 That all your guilt once bore ; 
 Drink the wine it is my blood. 
 And go and sin no more ! 
 
 Sometime — in heaven 
 With friends we'll pass the cup. 
 Sometime, in that fair land 
 With God, and Christ, vv^e'll sup ! 
 
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THE PAINTER 
 
 Creator of the beautiful, 
 With his many colors, 
 The painter sees the beautiful 
 Tiien paints it for others ! 
 
 He brings us foreign lands, 
 He pictures distant scenes, 
 He recreates the past — 
 The future's ideal dreams ! 
 
 Purples — pinks — and yellows 
 On his canvass spread, 
 The mother in the shadows, 
 The baby's golden head ! 
 
 Nature in her loveliness. 
 The mountain's frowning peek ! 
 The painter finds them out 
 Art's treasures he doth seek. 
 
 Our homes are beautiful 
 With his many colors; 
 The painter sees the beautiful 
 Then paints it for others ! 
 
GETHSEMANE 
 
 Lord may the clouds in this life lift, 
 The way today, is dark, 
 Break somewhere a shining rift 
 To guide a storm-tossed bark. 
 
 We look across the valley 
 Where the mists are setting low, 
 Stand today, our ally, 
 There comes a nameless foe. 
 
 The gale is on the ocean ! 
 The fog is on the sea — 
 Fear and dread our portion. 
 Naught is sure, but Thee. 
 
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THE CALL 
 
 Give us men ! 
 The work is great, 
 Send us men — 
 The world's at fate! 
 
 They who for a cause 
 Can hve or die. 
 The needs of all the earth 
 Are marching by ! 
 
 Don't you hear the music 
 Playing in the street? 
 The trumpet and the bugle, 
 The drum, and tread of feet! 
 
 Send us men 
 
 The work is pressing great ! 
 
 Men I Men ! 
 
 All earth's at fate. 
 
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MAN'S HUMANITY TO MAN 
 
 A hundred years have gone 
 Since the poet's song, 
 "Man's inhumanity to man 
 Makes countless thousands mourn !" 
 
 A century of armed strife, 
 Waterloo to Verdun, 
 Red blots on the world's life, 
 Man's record, what he has done. 
 
 , There is a better way, than this, 
 For warring nations. 
 Spend on the arts of peace 
 Thy vast creations! 
 
 Let science lend itself to men 
 
 And plan for their good. 
 
 Not rearing a tiger's den. 
 
 And turning on the world the murderous brood. 
 
 Cause flowers to grow 
 Where none grew before. 
 The deserts of the earth sow 
 And to the needy, open the door. 
 
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Shall we now come forth reclad, 
 Planning good instead of bad! 
 Turning to day the night 
 Turning to joy the sad. 
 Shall the world now write — 
 "Man's humanity to man 
 Makes countless millions glad!" 
 
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ROSES 
 
 Loveliest of the flowers, 
 Loveliest of all earth, 
 O that of thy loveliness 
 — There is no dearth ! 
 
 Roses, Roses 
 
 Here pink ones growing. 
 
 Roses, Roses 
 
 There red ones blowing. 
 
 Blooming in Spring-time, 
 Blossoming in June- time ■ 
 Rose chalice on the trellis 
 Scenting every clime! 
 
 Loveliest of the flowers. 
 
 Loveliest of all earth, 
 
 Natal gift 
 
 At the earth's birth. 
 
 O that of thy rose loveliness ! 
 
 There is no dearth. 
 
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MOTHER 
 
 The angel mother, 
 
 Whose fair face 
 
 Is more to us 
 
 Than a madonna's grace. 
 
 I see her bending o'er me, 
 The sympathizing look 
 And gentle voice. 
 That always kindness spoke. 
 
 Though all the world condemn! 
 Her faith was in me; 
 Whate'er I am 
 Her love has made me! 
 
 God has intrusted 
 All to mother, 
 When she is gone 
 There is no other. 
 
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REQUIEM LINES 
 
 The tear becomes thy cheek today, 
 For a great man is gone. 
 Lift thy heart in a plaintive lay, 
 And sing the dirge-like song. 
 
 The world seems empty, today, 
 Heads are bowed in sorrow; 
 Who will lead the nation on her way 
 Or cheer the lone tomorrow! 
 
 Mourn for the felled estate 
 
 Of him who is lying low. 
 
 Forget not his righteous hate 
 
 In dealing wrong the stinging blow! 
 
 And men will build cities as of yore, 
 Rearing aloft the high emblazoned dome, 
 And others then will write their eager score, 
 Borne on the public's wave of popular foam. 
 
 How fitting at last is death, 
 
 As noble and at peace, they lie ; 
 
 Who would bring back the parted breath? 
 
 Or recreate the souls of those who die. 
 
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He had a dream and lived it, 
 
 He saw a people severed from the wrong! 
 
 He served a nation but to save it, 
 
 He bore the jeers and plaudits of a throng. 
 
 Statesman rest — thy task accomplished ! 
 Head no more the party's call; 
 Naught to thee, victorious, vanquished. 
 Or that issues rise or fall. 
 
 Mourn for a manly hero ! 
 
 There is a place in life for grief, 
 
 There is joy in pleasure and in sorrow. 
 
 In tears and grief, the heart doth find relief. 
 
 And in some humble mound consign our chief; 
 There one with nature, mingled with the clod, 
 Let nature rear her perfect picture, 
 Man's work here ends, he lives again, with God ! 
 
 41 
 
SUN - DWELLER 
 
 Thinking exalted thoughts 
 Viewing the noble things, 
 Skyward-bound — 
 You shall have wings. 
 
 The sordid needs of earth 
 
 Do fill and crowd the day, 
 
 We buy and sell, and live and toil 
 
 For this abode of clay. 
 
 But — Sun-dweller ! 
 
 Join yourself to the morning star, 
 
 And sky-bound 
 
 Take your way in a wing-ed car! 
 
 42 
 
THE CITY OF GOLD 
 
 There is a city made with gold, 
 I have seen it in the clouds, 
 I have heard its wafted music 
 Just at eve, ere night enshrouds. 
 
 There is no sorrow in that city 
 There is no night there. 
 Nor pain, nor suffering, 
 Nor everburdening care. 
 
 Temples turrets, and towers ! 
 
 At evening I behold 
 
 That wondrous city — 
 
 Adorned with gems, and made with gold. 
 
 43 
 
SONG OF ALL NATIONS 
 
 Great God thou art often pleased 
 To shield thine own from wrong; 
 In notes of praise our voice is raised, 
 In melody of song! 
 
 The Hebrews came unto the sea, 
 Their masters did persue. 
 You said your people should be free 
 And the ocean overthrew! 
 
 Thermopylae ! Where stood the Greek ! 
 And liberty arose; 
 Full courage came unto the weak 
 And fought a million foes ! 
 
 Art, learning, and Christian hope, 
 Lay bare before the horde, 
 A heavenly champion did cope. 
 Our Victor in the Lord ! 
 
 Freedom of the western world 
 Did bloom, and shed its ray. 
 And all the eastern world 
 Now glories in the day! 
 
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One last attempt did monarchs make 
 To bind the sons of men, 
 Upon the Marne was set the stake, 
 They shall not pass — again! 
 
 Our God thou art often pleased 
 To guard thine own from wrong. 
 In notes of praise our voice is raised, 
 In lines of noble song! 
 
 45 
 
THE PRODIGAL SON 
 
 Traveling the world up and down, 
 Beating the battling sea! 
 Where'er I roam, back home. 
 There's a light in the window for mc ! 
 
 I see its rays a-streaming 
 
 Into the night afar; 
 
 Through the years its friendly gleaming 
 
 Has been my guiding star ! 
 
 They tell me God has a cure 
 For outcasts such as me. 
 A remedy certain and sure. 
 To set a poor fellow free. 
 
 Roaming the world up and down ! 
 Sailing the trackless sea. 
 Tonight I'm setting back home 
 To the light in the window for me ! 
 
 46 
 
THE MISSISSIPPI 
 
 Father of Waters 
 
 Flowing to the gulf. 
 
 Draining a continent, 
 
 Winding through plain and bluff. 
 
 Majestic river! Stately, broad and grand, 
 World-commerce bearing on thine arms ; 
 Plantations of sugar and cotton, 
 Banks crowned with a thousand farms ! 
 
 Thy upper regions have a natural beauty. 
 
 Tourist's mecca of scenery, 
 
 Broad and fertile valley, 
 
 Woods, rocks, and hills of greenery! 
 
 River of two zones 
 Meeting the sea, below; 
 By cities, states, and Empire ! 
 Goes thy wide, majestic flow. 
 
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EASTWARD HO! 
 
 China calls me, I must go, 
 Her people live beneath the pall 
 Of suffering, ignorance and vice; 
 China Land — I hear thy call ! 
 
 The boat shall bear us to the orient, 
 
 Where missions daring banner is unfurled; 
 
 The Indes — mid the ocean's current! 
 
 And Singapore ! The cross-roads of the world ! 
 
 There is happiness in serving, 
 
 Miss not life's rarest thrill 
 
 Of ministering to the deserving; 
 
 And telling Brown-men of His way and will. 
 
 India has a host of devotees 
 Who bind themselves in throbbing pain; 
 We'll seek them with a modern chivalry, 
 Knight-errant tour the distant main ! 
 
 The Congo calls us, we must go, 
 Her people low beneath the pall 
 Of misery, wretchedness, and vice; 
 Congo Land! We heed thy call! 
 
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VESPERS 
 
 The holy quiet hour 
 
 On sabbath night. 
 
 The organ's swelling power 
 
 Leads our song flight. 
 
 The holy quiet hour, 
 How good to be 
 Humble and near, 
 At one with Thee. 
 
 Before the altar 
 In the accustomed seat; 
 We read the psalter, 
 And dear friends meet. 
 
 Life's shadows lengthen — 
 How good to be, 
 Hear in thy presence, 
 At one with Thee. 
 
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