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Copyright 1920 
 
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I. 
 
 Love is not but a summer's day 
 
 Of calm and sunny pleasure ; 
 Not like a rose does it fade away, 
 
 When it lias breathed its treasure. 
 
 But rather like a steadfast star, 
 
 Fixed in eternal spaces, 
 It sheds its radiance near and far 
 
 And draws us through all earth's mazes. 
 
WE YEARN FOR JOY 
 
 We yearn for joy, 
 
 Yet joy is here. 
 We yearn for love, 
 
 Yet love, so dear, 
 Is you and I. 
 
 Lowly we stand, 
 
 Beggars drear. 
 Outside the promised land ; 
 
 So far, so near. 
 You and I. 
 
 Till hands we clasp 
 
 And love unite ; 
 And dare at last 
 
 In joy abide. 
 You and I. 
 
SONG 
 
 Deep in my innermost heart and soul 
 Stirs a breath of sheer delight, 
 
 Like a winged thing with heavenly goal, 
 It soars — and I'm the tail of the kite. 
 
 Oh, it is surely within me, this song, 
 And, oh, mine own it is quite ; 
 
 Born in the rush of a warbling throng. 
 It soars — and I'm the tail of the kite. 
 
 Go, then, and play in the spaces blue 
 With other dear children of light ! 
 
 For, in all of life you alone are true — 
 And I'm but the tail of the kite. 
 
ON THE WING OF MY DESIEE 
 
 On the wing of my desire 
 
 I have flown afar, 
 Over mountain top and spire, 
 
 Drawn by a distant star. 
 
 Soaring breathlessly 
 
 To dizzy height ; 
 Counting neither strength nor distance, 
 
 For the flight seemed right. 
 
 And now, midway between earth and heaven 
 I hang trembling in the blue — 
 Silence reigns below where men are. 
 Silent is my star. 
 
THE GOLD STARS ARE FADING 
 
 The gold stars are fading, 
 
 The day is at dawn, 
 And joy is invading 
 
 My heart, to you drawn. 
 
 Like bright stars beguiling 
 The bleak midnight sky, 
 
 Your phantom lips smiling 
 Sing woe's lullaby. 
 
 And vainly they're making 
 Your absence so long — 
 
 In love ever waking, 
 
 My heart hears your song. 
 
SUNNY SQUARES 
 
 Sunny squares lie on the floor, 
 Mirrored by the window pane, 
 Or entering through the door. 
 
 Daily they stay there by me. 
 Seeking neither praise nor gain, 
 Like a familiar melody. 
 
 Or, like an unobtrusive friend. 
 Who long a habit became. 
 Accepted, proved and content. 
 
 Ah, me ! what of the rainy day, 
 The day when the heart is in pain- 
 Will love then also gainsay? 
 
ON THE WING 
 
 No, I'll not fail you, lone one. 
 
 For a love so tender, sweet, 
 Is the only prize I want. 
 
 Is the daily thing I need. 
 How could I fail you, lone one? 
 
 You who have learned to meet 
 My soaring heart on the wing, 
 
 You are my lover, indeed. 
 
THE SILENT STARS 
 
 The silent stars are roaming 
 
 The vast sweeps of the sky ; 
 Myriads of distant strangers, they pass 
 
 Like you and I. 
 
 Perhaps there are lovers among the stars ! 
 
 True lovers are shy — 
 And because they love so, stay remote. 
 
 Like you and I. 
 
LULLABY 
 
 My heart is but a nest of song, 
 
 For love is brooding there ; 
 And the nestlings ' voices all day long 
 
 Warble away my care. 
 
 Oh, little voices, who breathe of bliss, 
 How radiant you make the air ! 
 
 You've taught me now what heaven is. 
 Oh, teach me also my joy to bear ! 
 
 But soon you will flutter on tender wing 
 Into the world, wide and fair. 
 
 And then my heart itself must sing : 
 The nest must live and dare. 
 
10 
 OH, FOR A SWEET LITTLE SONG! 
 
 Oh, for a sweet little song each day ! 
 
 When the world seems tired and stale, 
 When the people grow old in sheer dismay 
 
 And the thread of their hope grows frail. 
 
 Do sing in our hearts, you God of Love, 
 Come, deliver us from our woe ! 
 
 Answer ! we have had sorrows enough, 
 And your silence does hurt us so ! 
 
 Oh, for a sweet little song in the night ! 
 
 When the heart in anguish wakes ; 
 For a love-call to answer in deep delight, 
 
 For a day star — ere the morning breaks! 
 
II. 
 11 
 
 TO A CHILD 
 
 Like a flower flown from its stem, 
 You flutter by with a smile ; 
 
 Now floating airily, 
 
 Now tripping warily : 
 ''You may chase me for a while, 
 But pray, don't pick me again!" 
 
 Like starlight twinkle your merry eyes, 
 
 So loving and yet so cool ; 
 And thoughts play hide and seek in them. 
 
 Like goldfish in a pool. 
 Your innocence deep wisdom is. 
 Sweet faith your power divine. 
 
12 
 TO MOTHER 
 
 My lover has left me, mother dear ; 
 
 Left me, again and again. 
 But he kissed me, ere he left, dear. 
 
 So he '11 come again and again. 
 
 As the bird coos with his mate, dear, 
 
 So speaks my lover with me, 
 And then he leaves as the bird takes his flight 
 
 To come again and again. 
 
 Some day he'll bid me come, dear, 
 To fly with him over the main, 
 
 But first he must come back, dear. 
 Come back again and again. 
 
13 
 FRIENDSHIP 
 
 Thank me not, sweet friend! 
 
 How could I do less but love you 
 And cherish you to the end 1 
 
 You, who are life's dear bloom! 
 
 Could I do aught but render 
 What love has given me? 
 
 And to you, immortal spender, 
 Give your own, joyfully! 
 
14 
 TO THE BIEDMAN 
 
 In the rushing flight of the bird 
 
 You have joined unafraid ; 
 Jubilantly flown from the herd, 
 
 In heaven your eyes have strayed. 
 
 Oh, winged man, how you do 
 Lift heart and courage skyward. 
 
 "With the wing of the bird you flew 
 And with your vision we push onward. 
 
 But birdman, have you no lute? 
 
 What of the joy you have known? 
 Will now your lips stay mute. 
 
 Since through the spaces you've flown' 
 
 Come, sing us the songs of the blue, 
 From the lilting rippling merry lay 
 
 Eise, oh winged man, anew. 
 
 To the mighty love song of our day. 
 
15 
 
 THE BEGGAR 
 
 I saw him begging for a little love, 
 
 Even as we all beg at some heart's door, 
 
 For love, or pity? 
 
 Nay, its love he wanted, 
 
 And she flung him from her over and over. 
 
 She ran abreast with merriment, 
 Straight into life's depth — 
 And perished there, still scorning him — 
 For he was but a beggar 
 And knew not how to win. 
 
16 
 THE WOMAN 
 
 I am only a woman and my deeds are few, 
 
 Yet, my heart is so vast — if you but knew — 
 
 In it are stored all the ages past 
 
 And the germs of the worlds, which did not last ; 
 
 The kings ' highway, where the proud went by 
 
 And the desert, where men's bones do dry. 
 
 And felines, prowling for their prey, 
 
 And dark forebodings, which tongue can't say. 
 
 I am only a woman and my deeds are few, 
 Yet, my heart is so vast — if you but knew — 
 In it are stored all the ages past 
 And the dark deeds of men, which cannot last. 
 I know them all and I know them well. 
 And through them I've grown past heaven and 
 hell. 
 
 But I veil my knowledge — as I veil my face — 
 And smile upon you with fateful grace. 
 I am the hunter, you are the game ; 
 But I am the wild thing and you are tame. 
 
I am the fire, that burns in your breast ; 
 Of your feverish dream I am the guest. 
 I am your hope in the race to come ; 
 Give me my way and I'll leave you some! 
 I am a scourge, that lives on blood, 
 And seek those first, whose heart is good. 
 Life's portal am I to the young, 
 I am your funeral dirge unsung. 
 
 I am only a woman and my deeds are few ; 
 Yet, my heart is so vast — if you but knew ! 
 In it are stored all the ages past. 
 And the ties of the world, which did not last. 
 But let love touch me with its secret springs 
 And goodness unfolds me with angels ' wings. 
 Forgotten the past and the scores to pay; 
 I am conscious only of love 's sweet way. 
 The desert 's abloom and gay with springs, 
 The air mysterious with flying things ; 
 The birds are setting the dawn athrill, 
 My heart is a garden, sunny and still. 
 
I am only a woman and my deeds are few, 
 Yet, my heart is so vast — if you but knew ! 
 I love you because you are big and strong ; 
 I love you whether you're right or wrong. 
 You are my joy and you are my pride ! 
 Not for a kingdom would I leave your side. 
 But when you're ill and poor, I love you best ; 
 In deepest devotion, most deeply blessed. 
 I love you so, because love I must, 
 Through and beyond this earthly dust. 
 
 I am only a woman and my deeds are few. 
 Yet, my heart is so vast — if you but knew ! 
 In it are stored all the loves of the past, 
 But my love for you showed me God at last. 
 
17 
 ECHO 
 
 Yes, I am calling you, Holy One, 
 
 I am calling— I want to go home- 
 Over rocky roads, through the world aflame, 
 I will come, I will come, I will come ! 
 
 But no, it is you who are calling to me— 
 
 My voice but your echo faint ; 
 My longing is your divine decree, 
 
 My sorrow your love's complaint. 
 
 Oh, weary road through the wilderness. 
 
 How vain your roughness, your merciless sun. 
 
 Love is our way — and in tenderness 
 
 God has come, He has come. He has come ! 
 
18 
 JUST FOR FUN 
 
 Never mind the daily bothers, 
 
 Life has but begun ; 
 Let them daunt and worry others, 
 
 Win out just for fun ! 
 
 Never mind the fast-closed portals. 
 
 Work has but begun ; 
 It 's the sesame of mortals, 
 
 Win out just for fun ! 
 
 Never mind the failing pleasures. 
 
 Love has but begun ; 
 Give it out in heaping measures. 
 
 Win out just for fun ! 
 
19 
 DETERMINATION 
 
 Try not to taunt me, fear, 
 
 I will have none of thee. 
 Life is ever dear 
 
 And sweet to me. 
 I will cling to my dream 
 
 Of love and sympathy, 
 Until fond things that seem 
 
 Are made to be. 
 
20 
 VOLPLANING 
 
 Come, let's you and I be happy, 
 
 Fellow man ; 
 While the days are full and snappy. 
 
 Work and plan 
 To ascend on our best knowing, 
 
 Span for span. 
 Reap in full our ample sowing, 
 
 For we can 
 Seek our level 'mongst the stars, 
 
 Fellow man, 
 Forge ahead, leap o'er the bars 
 
 In the van. 
 Walk the waves of men's dissension, 
 
 Watch and scan. 
 And expand to full dimension, 
 
 Fellow man. 
 
21 
 THE USELESS WARNING 
 
 Merrily the drops are falling 
 In the regions of the sky ; 
 
 And the little bugs are crawling 
 To their shelter, far and nigh. 
 
 I alone am out to weather 
 
 Eain and sleet and dreary storm, 
 And I 'm wishing all together 
 
 For a life in different form. 
 
 No, I see two lovers drifting 
 Ignorantly toward the lake ! 
 
 Do they think the clouds are lifting? 
 And the sun's about to break? 
 
 Though most things occur in season, 
 Lovers happen unawares ; 
 
 Come and go, devoid of reason, 
 Blithely stumbling into snares. 
 
 Their indifference is appalling 
 To one as timely as a clock ; 
 
 The barometer is falling 
 And I am the weather-cock. 
 
III. 
 
 22 
 
 THE ISLAND 
 
 Lonely one, lovely one, 
 
 How dare you dwell so serene, 
 
 Midst rusliing, roaring waters, 
 
 Above chasms where strength slaughters 
 
 The weaker one and the little one ? 
 
 Who holds you fast between 
 
 The shifting sky and the moving sea? 
 
 Lonely one, lovely one, 
 
 How dare you dwell so serene 1 
 
 Never refuse your flower-wreathed breast 
 
 To the hungry waters ' furtive quest 1 
 
 Whence is your wealth unseen? 
 
 Will you evermore spend your loveliness, 
 
 Lonely one in the sea ? 
 
 Lonely one, lovely one. 
 
 How dare you dwell so serene, 
 
 While gently waving your welcome 
 
 With garlands green to me — 
 
 When my heart's a-thrill with your mystery 
 
 And my hungry eyes are roving and keen ? 
 
 Do you know love, alone in the sea? 
 
23 
 NOCTURNE 
 
 The evening fell, 
 The sea looked cold, 
 
 With furious spell 
 The winds made bold. 
 
 The fowls screeched, 
 The sea appalled. 
 
 Lashed the grey beach, 
 By fear enthralled. 
 
 And lo ! a bird, 
 
 Dragging his wing. 
 Before me stirred, 
 
 Mute in the din. 
 
 The evening fell, 
 The sea looked cold. 
 
 With furious spell 
 The winds made bold. 
 
My hand outstretched, 
 I beckoned him, 
 
 Poor little wretch 
 With broken wing. 
 
 In dread of me 
 He reeled around, 
 
 His aching body 
 Dragged the ground. 
 
 How could he know 
 That I meant well ? 
 
 The gale swept low. 
 The evening fell. 
 
 Away he strained. 
 
 Till I, in pity. 
 Had refrained 
 
 From helping him. 
 
24 
 MESSENGEES? 
 
 Pinioned wanderers of the blue, 
 Whither are you wending? 
 
 Soaring blithely through 
 Spaces deep, unending? 
 
 Twittering all the merry way, 
 While frail wings are plying. 
 
 And we bear our wistful day, 
 Struggling, longing, sighing : 
 
 For a bird's own winged heart, 
 For a bird-throat — singing — 
 
 Strength to leave the human mart. 
 Upward, upward winging. 
 
25 
 NORTHERN AUTUMN 
 
 Red and golden glory 
 Shines across the lake. 
 
 Flaunting autumn story, 
 Winter's in your wake. 
 
 Anxious premonition, 
 Beloved, somber sight, 
 
 Lurid admonition. 
 
 Death-tale, are you right ? 
 
 Do we flaunt life's banners, 
 Act our roundelay — 
 
 Like foolish caravaners — 
 Are we time's prey? 
 
 Or, are we life's promise, 
 A love song, not yet sung? 
 
 With wells of joy within us, 
 Hearts ever young? 
 
2& 
 THEY MURMUR AND BREATHE OF LOVE 
 
 Night has kissed the lone island ; 
 
 With darkness she clasps it about : 
 ' * Mute shall you be and silent ! ' ' 
 
 And she spreads her dusky shroud. 
 
 But vaguely the winds are stirring, 
 
 Gently the wavelets lap ; 
 And fearless wings are whirring, 
 
 In tall trees whispers the sap. 
 
 They feel not the night's dull creeping, 
 Their faces gaze ever above; 
 
 While we in oblivion are sleeping, 
 They murmer and breathe of love. 
 
27 
 BUTTERFLIES 
 
 Dainty whisp of fancy, 
 
 Blue-winged butterfly ; 
 Like a heavenly pansy, 
 
 Fluttering from the sky. 
 
 Blue-frocked, sweet-lipped Nancy- 
 Heaven-born butterfly — 
 
 Is it hard to fancy 
 Life just you and I? 
 
28 
 SWEET PEAS 
 
 Merrily your tendrils spin 
 Spring-tales 'round my bowl ; 
 
 And with tender hands do cling 
 To the artist's scroll. 
 
 And your faces gaze about, 
 Childlike in their wonder ; 
 
 Cheek to cheek a rosy cloud, 
 On my table yonder. 
 
 Bound about you all did fade 
 In oblivion, when you came. 
 
 Casts and bronze and paint and jade, 
 With the artist 's fame. 
 
 And your sweet and fragrant soul 
 
 Evermore is rising. 
 Gladsome, sacrificial toll, 
 
 Men to joy enticing. 
 
29 
 
 IV. 
 
 AMERICA 
 
 As a goddess, 
 Young and joyous ; 
 Rich and careless, 
 Strong and glorious. 
 
 As a mother. 
 Sweet and tender, 
 In love's splendor, 
 Giving, spending. 
 Nursing, tending. 
 
 As a priestess. 
 
 Burning, 
 
 Yearning : 
 
 Help, God, this world to bless! 
 
3d 
 
 FRANCE RENASCENT 
 
 Only my eyes are weeping, 
 For my soul does sing. 
 
 And in this dying body leaping, 
 Is joy, vibrant like spring. 
 
 Radiant in glorious effulgence- 
 Immanence of a great dawn — 
 
 She speaks in loving indulgence, 
 
 And I to the World-Heart am drawn ; 
 
 And in hungry rapture thrill 
 To the call repeated gently : 
 
 ''Answer, child, it is His will. 
 For in joy God speaks to thee!" 
 
31 
 HEIGHT AND DEPTH 
 
 Pinioned with joy we soar, 
 
 The earth above ; 
 Glorified evermore, 
 
 Centered in love. 
 
 But by men's woe we're torn 
 
 From heaven above, 
 To weep with them who mourn, 
 
 Centered in love. 
 
32 
 EVOLUTION 
 
 Men, like mobile wliisps of straw, 
 Are moved by the breezes' will; 
 
 Fearful they are and held in awe, 
 By phantoms, boding ill. 
 
 Weakened by cares and sorrow, 
 The edge of their thought is dull ; 
 
 Uncertain of the morrow, 
 Their daily doom they cull. 
 
 Strange, that we^ heirs to the promise 
 Of dominion and kingdom and love. 
 
 Should take such burdens upon us. 
 Should not have vision enough. 
 
 To free ourselves from evil, 
 
 Which lurks in the depth of the soul, 
 And know that beneath the upheaval. 
 
 Is the truth that leavens the whole. 
 
 The only great revolution. 
 Applies to ill-will the rod; 
 
 And in bond with divine evolution. 
 Makes man in the image of God. 
 
33 
 
 THE FITFUL MUSIC 
 
 The fitful music of the crowd 
 Eises, sharp and loud. 
 Who knows the end of the song — 
 How far, how long? 
 
 An orchestra of passion aflame, 
 Of delusion, anger and pain. 
 Who knows the end of the song — 
 How far, how long? 
 
 So does the sea arise, 
 Eoaring fierce mutinies. 
 Who knows the end of the song — 
 How far, how long? 
 
 Is there a leader whose might, 
 Tunes maddening chaos aright. 
 Who knows the end of the song — 
 How far, how long? 
 
34 
 
 INSTINCT 
 
 You are urging me again : 
 
 "Arouse and take your share 
 
 Of life's fulness!" 
 
 And I, half tempted, rise, 
 
 And look about me : 
 
 Everywhere they are. 
 
 Who harvest from the earth 
 
 Gold, fame, success in love — 
 
 Their horn of plenty is ever full 
 
 And their lips are satiated 
 
 With the draft of life; 
 
 Their eyes strained 
 
 With discontent and hunger. 
 
 And humbly I thank the great Father, 
 
 For He does replenish my heart. 
 
35 
 
 SILENCE ANSWERS PRAYER 
 AND QUEST 
 
 The days are throbbing with rumors of strife. 
 
 Hither and thither men run 
 On errands of death and on errands of life ; 
 
 Whose command do they heed; whose com- 
 mand do they shun? 
 
 The troubled face of the earth is in pain. 
 
 Does she fathom her children's plight? 
 She cradles the weary, she cradles the slain, 
 
 But she knows not wrong nor right. 
 
 And the stars multitude serenely gaze 
 
 On the joy and the torture of wicked and 
 brave. 
 
 If they knew life's tortuous maze, 
 Would they draw close and save ? 
 
 Silence answers prayer and quest. 
 
 The seasons ebb and flow. 
 Comes spring with its joys and winter's rest, 
 
 The flowers bloom and the breezes blow. 
 
 The only clamour is in our heart, 
 Where the eternal judge does preside : 
 
 We have betrayed — since love is our part — 
 The Just One we have defied. 
 
36 
 DEMOCRACY 
 
 One in heart and one in purpose, 
 
 Sons of the vast I Am ; 
 Eager to break through the surface, 
 
 Able to stand as a man. 
 
 Free are we, knowing the truth 
 Stronger than hists of flesh ; 
 
 Washed in the blood of our youth. 
 Clothed in divine love afresh. 
 
 The easiest way has vanished 
 Beneath the dead of the past ; 
 
 And with soul and spirit famished 
 We tread straight roads at last. 
 
 Hand in hand, as brothers well might, 
 
 Singing and jubilant. 
 One body now, one light — 
 
 The vision of the vast I Am. 
 
37 
 
 FREELY GIVE 
 
 Freely give, for freely ye receive. 
 
 Do not treat your fellow 
 
 As though he were a thief. 
 
 Who sends to the sun his wages, 
 
 Or thanks the birds for song? 
 
 Yet, they shine and sing through the ages. 
 
 Freely give, for freely ye receive. 
 
 Give the song of your heart 
 
 Or your heart it will leave — 
 
 Give the gold from the mart, 
 
 Give the work of your hand : 
 
 "We may trust — till we can understand ! 
 
 Freely give, for freely ye receive 
 
 Love's fulness, which few men dare conceive, 
 
 Though ever the ebb and flow of life. 
 
 Eternal, rising in harmony — 
 
 Because there is no strife 
 
 In love's own, vast reality. 
 
38 
 
 THE USELESS THINGS 
 
 It is useless to shun the day, 
 
 For the night will go and the sun will stay. 
 
 It is useless to grudge and groan, 
 
 For we must give before we own. 
 
 It is useless to flatter and steal. 
 
 For our own eyes the lie reveal. 
 
 It is useless to wait and tarry, 
 
 For with us always our burden we carry. 
 
 It is useless to hate and resent, 
 
 For we must love, or else repent. 
 
39 
 EECONSTRUCTION 
 
 Deep down in our hearts 
 Works the eternal cause, 
 And silently it welds together 
 Our destinies. 
 
 We pick and choose 
 
 Like foolish children, 
 
 We tread the easiest way. 
 
 Thinking to beat a flowery path in life. 
 
 We deck ourselves with tinsel 
 
 And wreathe our brow 
 
 With laurels of achievement 
 
 And the eternal cause works on 
 
 In our heart 
 
 And with our heartbeats 
 
 Sings the swan song 
 
 Of all we have held dear. 
 
 As a death clock ticks 
 
 In the frustrated wood, 
 
 That was born a living tree 
 
 And made into a foolish thing — 
 
 Day and night we listen, frightened, 
 
 To the dirge — 
 
Listen and try not to hear 
 
 And magnify the sound with our fear 
 
 And our bulwarks fall 
 
 As if by magic ; 
 
 And our earthly strongholds crumble 
 
 As if some giant hand 
 
 Had sport with them. 
 
 And we begin to pray 
 
 To the Unknown Power 
 
 — The secret Cause in our heart — 
 
 And in despair surrender utterly to our God 
 
 And cry, enlightened : 
 
 "I can of myself do nothing, 
 
 Thy will be done, use me, oh Lord!" 
 
 And suddenly our faith 
 
 Changes that funeral dirge 
 
 Into a hymn of love. 
 
 And in our heartbeats 
 
 We hear now the calling of the Father 
 
 To His wayward child, 
 
 And our thoughts rise up to Him 
 
 And with Him are at peace. 
 
40 
 WHAT IS THE MEANING? 
 
 What is the meaning of this little life, 
 Whence did I come, whither to go ? 
 
 Must I grow strong through battle and strife, 
 Learn to be happy through suffering woe ? 
 
 Was it by a stupid call of the blood, 
 Through a night's keen, fateful revel? 
 
 Did I descend from pure heights and good, 
 Or rise from life's lower level? 
 
 "V\'liy am I here for a little while, 
 Born in anguish and living in pain? 
 
 Why is my heart torn between love and guile 
 And my soul's fond longing vain? 
 
 Who did rear these fleshly walls 
 
 For me to struggle within? 
 With a pagan love for the joy that calls 
 
 And a flame in my breast to purge me of sin' 
 
Till the heart it scorches and the flesh it sears 
 And melts the marrow of my very bones 
 
 And makes my bosom a caldron of tears 
 And turns my joys into stones. 
 
 All about me it heaps ashes and dust ; 
 
 But it burns and points above, 
 Until I know by it's light, that I must 
 
 Learn to feed that flame with love. 
 
 So then, I fathom that flame to be life, 
 Since it burns through the death of the rest ! 
 
 I will to obey, and thus end the strife : 
 
 Love 's flames enfolding me answer the quest. 
 
V. 
 
 41 
 HOME 
 
 A bird, 
 
 A flower 
 
 And laughter ; 
 
 Maybe a roof on the rafter, 
 
 Love's candle bright and stout 
 
 And kindly thoughts about. 
 
42 
 MARRIAOE 
 
 The enchantment of two lives 
 Beauty and strength, 
 Joy and pain — 
 Surrender in conquest, 
 Freedom in surrender. 
 
43 
 
 LOVE 
 
 Wonderful bounty, 
 Mine from your hand; 
 Ever does haunt me, 
 Fill and enchant. 
 Well of deep sympathy. 
 Mountain of light. 
 Armor and strength to me, 
 Joy and delight. 
 
44 
 
 JOY 
 
 Dancing, 
 
 Prancing, 
 
 All entrancing, 
 
 Life enhancing, 
 
 Ever advancing ; 
 
 Einging, 
 
 Singing, 
 
 Upward winging. 
 
 Fragrant, 
 
 Vibrant, 
 
 Toward the light. 
 
45 
 LAUGHTER 
 
 Lilting, 
 
 Rippling, 
 
 Reveling round. 
 Only the happy moments count. 
 
 Sparkling, 
 
 Bubbling, 
 
 Merry glee : 
 Come now and be happy with me. 
 
46 
 SPRING 
 
 Branch a-twitter, 
 Eustling titter, 
 Fairy glitter ; 
 Spring is here. 
 
47 
 PRAYER 
 
 Lisping, stammering 
 Words of love ; 
 Weeping, clamoring, 
 Hear us above ! 
 
48 
 GOD 
 
 Beauty and life to me, 
 Depth of love's sympathy, 
 Joy your divine decree, 
 Ever adorable 
 Tender and kind. 
 
49 
 MANKIND 
 
 Daring to serve and help, 
 Trusting in truth and love, 
 Conquering in joy and pain, 
 Glorying throughout. 
 
50 
 OUR DAILY BREAD 
 
 Give us a little beauty, 
 Some joy mixed with our duty 
 Dry humor without gall 
 And love, dear God, for all. 
 
INDEX 
 
 1 Love Is Not But a Sum- 
 mer's Day 
 
 2 We Yearn for Joy 
 
 3 Song 
 
 4 . On the Wing of My Desire 
 
 5 The Gold Stars Are Fad- 
 ing 
 
 6 Sunny Squares 
 
 7 On the Wing 
 
 8 The Silent Stars 
 
 9 Lullaby 
 
 10 Oh, For a Sweet Little 
 Song! 
 
 11 To a Child 
 
 12 To Mother 
 
 13 Friendship 
 
 14 To a Birdman 
 
 15 The Beggar 
 
 16 The Woman 
 
 17 Echo 
 
 18 Just for Fun 
 
 19 Determination 
 
 20 Volplaning 
 
 21 The Useless Warning 
 
 22 The Island 
 
 23 Nocturne 
 
 24 Messengers 
 
 25 Northern Autumn 
 
 26 They Murmur and Breathe 
 of Love 
 
 27 Butterflies 
 
 28 Sweet Peas 
 
 29 America 
 
 30 France Renascent 
 
 31 Height and Depth 
 
 32 Evolution 
 
 33 The Fitful Music 
 
 34 Instinct 
 
 35 Silence Answers Prayer 
 and Quest 
 
 36 Democracy 
 
 37 Freely Give 
 
 38 The Useless Things 
 
 39 Reconstruction 
 
 40 What is the Meaning? 
 
 41 Home 
 
 42 Marriage 
 
 43 Love 
 
 44 Joy 
 
 45 Laughter 
 
 46 Spring 
 
 47 Prayer 
 
 48 God 
 
 49 Mankind 
 
 50 Our Daily Bread 
 
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