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LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
 
 Two CoDies Received 
 
 APR 23 1904 
 
 Copyrlffht Entry 
 
 CLASS X XXc. No. 
 
 COPY B 
 
 Copyright by 
 
 EMMA L TALLMAN 
 19 4 
 
R, 
 
 To 
 
 Reverend George Van Deurs, 
 
 Whose Saintly Charade} 
 has hee7i a Blessing 
 and an Inspira- 
 tion to Many. 
 
''You do poets and their sofig 
 A grievous wrong 
 If your own soul does ?iot bring 
 
 To their high imagiimig 
 
 As much beauty as they singT 
 
 — Thomas Bailey Aldrich. 
 
HUvisttations 
 
 Christ on the Cross and the 
 
 Three Marys' - - - Mimkacsy 
 
 Christ and the Fishermen - - Zimmermaim 
 
 Christ in the home of Martha 
 
 and Mary . - - Hofmaim 
 
 Vision of St. John the Evangelist 
 
 on the Isle of Patmos - Dolci 
 
ST. JOHN THK AOED 
 
 After DnE Hundred Years 
 
 91 'm growing very old. This weary 
 
 head 
 That hath so often leaned on Jesus' 
 
 breast, 
 In days long past that seem almost a 
 
 dream 
 Is bent and hoary with its weight of 
 
 years. 
 
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These limbs that followed Him — 
 
 my Master — oft 
 From Galilee to Judah ; yea, that stood 
 Beneath the cross, and trembled 
 
 with His groans. 
 Refuse to bear me even 
 
 through the streets 
 
The three Marys^ at the Cross. 
 
To preach unto my children. 
 
 E'en my lips 
 Refuse to form the words 
 
 my heart sends forth. 
 My ears are dull, they scarcely 
 
 hear the sobs 
 Of my dear children gathered round 
 
 my couch : 
 
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 God lays his hand upon me, — 
 
 yea his hand, 
 And not his ROD — the gentle hand 
 
 that I 
 Felt, those three years, so often 
 
 pressed in mine. 
 In friendship such as passeth 
 
 woman's love. 
 
I'm old, so old I cannot recollect 
 The faces of my friends, and 
 
 I forget 
 The words and deeds that make up 
 
 daily life; 
 But that dear face and every word 
 
 HE spoke. 
 
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 Grow more distinct as others 
 
 fade away, 
 So that I live with Him and holy 
 
 dead 
 More than with living. 
 
Some seventy years ago 
 I was a fisher by the sacred 
 
 sea. 
 It was at sunset. How the tranquil 
 
 tide 
 Bathed dreamily the pebbles ! How 
 
 the light 
 
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Crept up the distant hills and in its 
 
 wake 
 Soft purple shadows wrapped the 
 
 dewy fields! 
 And then HE came and called me. 
 
 Then I gazed, 
 For the first time on that sweet face. 
 
 Those eyes 
 
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From out of which, as from a 
 
 window, shone 
 Divinity, looked on my inmost 
 
 soul, 
 And lighted it forever. Then 
 
 His words 
 Broke on the silence of my heart 
 
 and made 
 
 
 f/V 'smI^ 
 
The whole world musical. 
 
 Incarnate love 
 Took hold of me and claimed me 
 
 for its own. 
 I followed in the twilight, holding fast 
 
 His mantle. 
 
O, what holy walks we had, 
 Through harvest fields and desolate, 
 
 dreary wastes ! 
 And oftentimes he leaned upon my 
 
 arm, 
 Wearied and wayworn, I was young 
 
 and strong 
 
And so upbore Him. Lord, now I am 
 
 weak, 
 And old and feeble ! Let me rest on 
 
 Thee! 
 So, put Thine arm around me. 
 
 Closer still ! 
 
Christ in the Home of Mary and Martha. 
 
How strong Thou art! The twilight 
 
 draws apace. 
 Come, let us leave these noisy streets 
 
 and take 
 The path to Bethany ; for IVlary's 
 
 smile 
 Awaits us at the gate, and Martha's 
 
 hands 
 
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 Have long prepared the cheerful 
 
 evening meal, 
 Come, James, the Master waits ; 
 
 and Peter, see^ 
 Has gone some steps before. 
 
What say you, friends? 
 That this is Epheseus, and Christ 
 
 has gone 
 Back to HIS kingdom ? 
 
 Ay, 'tis, 'its so. 
 I know it all; and yet, just now, 
 
 I seemed 
 
 
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 To stand once more upon my native 
 
 hills, 
 And touch my Master. O, how oft 
 
 IVe seen 
 The touch of HIS garments bring back 
 
 strength 
 To palsied limbs! I feel it has to 
 
 mine. 
 
Up ! bear me once more to my church ! 
 
 Once more 
 There let me tell of a Savior's 
 
 love ; 
 For, by the sweetness of my Master's 
 
 voice 
 Just now, I think he must be 
 
 very near, — 
 
Coming, I trust, to break the vail, 
 
 which time 
 Has worn so thin that I can see 
 
 beyond 
 And watch His footsteps. 
 
So, raise up my head. 
 How dark it is! I cannot seem 
 
 to see 
 The faces of my flock. Is that 
 
 the sea 
 That murmurs so, or is it 
 
 weeping ? Hush, 
 
My little children! God so loved 
 
 the world 
 He gave His Son. So love ye one 
 
 another. 
 Love God and man. Amen. 
 
 Now bear me back, 
 My legacy unto an angry world 
 
 is this: 
 
I feel my work is finished. Are the streets 
 
 so full? 
 What, call the folk mv name? 
 
 The Holy John? 
 Nay, write me rather, Jesus Christ's 
 
 beloved, 
 And lover of my children. 
 
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 Lay me down 
 Once more upon my couch, and open 
 
 wide 
 The eastern window. See, there comes 
 
 a light 
 Like that which broke upon my soul 
 
 at eve, 
 
55 
 
 I 
 
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When, in the dreary Isle of Patmos, 
 
 Gabriel came 
 And touched me on the shoulder. 
 
 See, it grows 
 As when we mounted toward the 
 
 pearly gates. 
 I know the way! I trod it once 
 
 before. 
 
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 And hark ! it is the song the ransomed 
 
 sang 
 Of glory to the Lamb ! How loud 
 
 it sounds! 
 And that unwritten one ! Methinks 
 
 my soul 
 Can join it now. But who are these 
 
 who crowd 
 
The shining way? Say! — ^joy! 'tis 
 
 the eleven, 
 With Peter first? How eagerly 
 
 he looks! 
 How bright the smiles are beaming 
 
 on James' face ! 
 
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 I am the last. Once more we are 
 
 complete 
 To gather round the Paschal feast. 
 
 My place 
 Is next my Master. O, my Lord, 
 
 my Lord ! 
 
How bright Thou art! and yet the 
 
 very same 
 I loved in Galilee. Tis worth the 
 
 hundred years 
 To feel this bliss! So lift me up, 
 
 dear Lord, 
 Unto Thy bosom. There shall 
 
 I abide. 
 
APR 23 1904 
 
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS