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 POEMS 
 
 POETICAL GEMS. 
 
 iJOEHECTING iJXIISTIXa WEAKNEtiS IN SOCIETY 
 
 VHUIiVH AND STATE, AND DESIGNED TO 
 
 INS I' I HE THE YOUNG WITH HIGHER, 
 
 TRUER AND NOBLER IDEAS OF 
 
 LIFE AND OUR REDEEMER. 
 
 COPYKIGHTEU, 1S87, 
 
 BY EMORY W.' JUSTUS. 
 
 INVOCATION: 
 
 May all who do, these verses hear, 
 At last before, the Lamb appear. 
 In robes of white, with hearts of pearl, 
 To bask in that, Eternal World. 
 
 Worthy is the I.ainb.— Kev. 14:6 
 
POEMS 
 
 POETICAL GEMS. 
 
 COlUtECTING EXISTIXG WEAKNESS IX SOCIETY. 
 
 CHURCH AND STATE, AND DESIGNED TO 
 
 INSPIBE THE YOUNG WITH HIGHER, 
 
 TRUER AND NOBLER IDEAS OF 
 
 LIFE AND OUR REDEE/iER. 
 
 BY EMORY W. JUST 
 
 INVOCATION: 
 
 May Jill who do, these verses hear, 
 At last befoi'e, the Lamb appear, 
 In robes of white, with hearts of pearl, 
 To bask in that, Eterual World. 
 
 Worthy is tlie f.amb.— Kev. 14:6 
 ■♦• 
 
 PLATTE CITY, MO. : 
 "AKGUS" BOOK AND .JOB PlilXT. 
 
 1887. 
 

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THE UNIVERSAL ECHO, 
 
 Till riifirr rUf/riiHx' l.Dokinfi-iiliU' 
 (Jiiflcdrnfj faies of even/ clasa. j 
 
 'I'licrc IS none so lionicly but love's a LookiiiggUit-s. 
 
 — South, 
 
 We're all ashamed, we're each in tuni, 
 All othei's faults, most sure to spurn, 
 We're all ashamed, we're each inclined. 
 To prate, the grosser faults, of all mankind ; 
 80, where'er you couie, ivhere'er you go, 
 The land, is lillod with this echo. 
 
 rd be ashamed to let Deception lead tlie way. 
 With the Star of IJcthlchcm, to guide us day by day. 
 I'd be ashamed to seek, to hire, to cheat in vain 
 As the Hypocrite who gilds our earthly plain. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, to live 111 !>in, 
 Where, a life immortal, is to win. 
 I'd be ashamed, to doubt and sigh. 
 While others' hopes, do amplify. 
 
3? 
 
 THE UXIVEHSAL ECHO. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, to spurn the Lore, 
 Of Him, who left, ihat Home above, 
 I'd be ashamed, to sin and die, 
 With, such a God, to glorify. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, with "Truth" renown, 
 
 To never trace our history down, 
 
 I'd be ashamed to rea 3 His Holy Will, 
 
 And not prepare to meet, and greet Him still. 
 
 I'd be a.-^hamcd, in such a race. 
 Those Lines of Duty not to trace, 
 I'd be ashamed for wan't of light, 
 To bark, in one eternal night. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, fwr idle fame. 
 To ever wear the Father's name. 
 I'd be ashamed for vile renown, 
 To peddle gossip, through the town. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, in these enlightened days, 
 To rob a noble effort of its deserved praise, 
 I'd be ashamed, in these ignoble ways, 
 To crop ihe wings of Truth's inspiring rays 
 
THE L'XIVERSAL ECHO. 
 
 I'd be a^lianu'd, for want of true, i>ure and manly grace, 
 To live and die, with hate or envy pictured in my face, 
 I'd be ai^hamed of Malice, to which the ignoole mind's .1 slave, 
 I'd rather eherisii emulation, as the learned or the brave. 
 
 I'd be ashamed of wraili or rage of fury, iiidigMalion loo. 
 
 To such as blight the lieai't and Soul, I'd bnl a long, a la*t adieu, 
 
 I'd be ashamed to be a (ain, in I'iol or in strife, 
 
 For all are ('aiii>, with fiery brains, whoijuench the cuii of life. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, with (.'uiiid's dart. 
 To ever (day the lover's i)ari, 
 I'd be ashamed, by such an art. 
 To plunge a dagger through the heart. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, to offend the God al)ovc, 
 For want of true devotion to the wedded loyc, 
 I'd be ashomed. Oh I degenerate man ! 
 To push asunder, God's amlighty Plan. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, a slave to Fashion. 
 To ever bow to pride or passion, 
 I'd be ashamed to be a slave, 
 In this the land of the True and Brave. 
 
Til E UX IV E A'.S AL EC//0. 
 
 I'd be ashamet-l, as Passion's, pliant !?lavp, 
 
 To sitrply woo a Fair, for Pleasure's fleeting wave, 
 
 I'd be ashamed a Wretch, a Villain, lost to love and Truth, 
 
 To e'er betraj- a fair, >i\veel Maiden's unsuspecting .youth. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, willi l'as.^i<)n's vile enrage. 
 To add, a single stain, to Virtue's Silken Page, 
 I'd oe ashamed, wiili such a Gift Divine. 
 To be a Slave, to Passion or to Wine 
 
 Ves, I'd be ashaniud, of Folly's luring snare, 
 For sure, she'll prove the nurse (^f every earthly care, 
 We ouglit to be ashamed, from depraved appetiies. 
 To foster self-dwstruclion, as the liUliy S<idomilc<. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, a Knave, a Piofligate to be, 
 
 Where all the wealth of Worlds, is promised lo the free, 
 
 I'd be ashamed, a Loon, or a Vagabond to be. 
 
 Where all Nature rings, in ceaseless toil for me. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, the weak, the Modern IJelle to ape, 
 \\ ho knows or cares for nothing, but fashion, show ( 
 I'd be ashamed to play, the ruthless Cynic's part, 
 Who always seeks to prove, that virtue is but art. 
 
77/ A- UXIVKIISAI. KriKK 
 
 I'd beasliamod, a misci- or a Prodigal to be, 
 
 A s though this l)eautifiil World was simply made for me ; 
 
 I'd be ashamed to scoff at any sacred thing, 
 
 Lest tlic Wratli of Uod. shouhl smile me on the wing. 
 
 J'd be a-lianicd, thipiigli cerlasting trim ami neat. 
 
 To iilay, the pompous Peacock, while strutting on the sticei, 
 
 1 ought to be ashamed, while treading on the strand, 
 
 To forget the (;od, who made, who beautilie> the land. 
 
 I'd be a^hanled, I" lie a quack, 
 
 With dyspeptic .^lomacli, with pain in bacU, 
 
 I'd be ashamed, to be a Dude, 
 
 W ilh head so light, with air so rude. 
 
 I'd be ashamed to be so wise, 
 
 That others, seem i>ygmies, in my ej cs. 
 
 I'd be ashamed to ventilate, 
 
 Like knowledge tilled my pompous Pate. 
 
 I'd be abhained , noluillistaniling (!od is love, 
 
 To croak as the Haven, or coo as the Dove, 
 
 I'd be ashamed, where all nature is ablaze. 
 
 To warble tortli no note, no joyous sound of praise. 
 
rilE UXIVERSAL ECHO. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, 'gainst the Fternal's Will, 
 To si)it tobacco, uiion Ihs holj' hill, 
 I'd be ashamed, '-lesi)ile the Eternal Views, 
 To a)je the ox, the brute, in the cud he chowi 
 
 I'd 1)0 ashamed toglut or gormandize tliough life. 
 With appetite and iiassion in one eternal strife, 
 I'd l)e ashamed in age, in manhoed or in youth, 
 To Of a Wretch, a Drunkard, hist to love and truth. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, while supping from the sacreii chalic 
 To nourish thijughts of hatrel, of envy or of malice, 
 I'd be ashamed to shrink from christian toil or care. 
 For II is a life of bcautv, decked with jewels rare. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, if Priest or Sage, 
 To ever blight that Golden Page, 
 I'd be ashamed in such an age. 
 To play the clown upon its stage . 
 
 I'd be ashameil for \V<jrkUy pride. 
 To preach to please the popular side, 
 I'd be ashamed, through love i>f power. 
 To fashion my lecture to the hour. 
 
THE UXIVKltSAL Kdio. 
 
 I'd be iif^liauK'd, with lliou<j;lil and wid, 
 'lo simiil.V foHnu others .-till, 
 I'd be a.slDiined to die and know, 
 I'd left this world in gi eater woe 
 
 I'd be ashamed, a^< one who iiif^lriicts the noble youth. 
 Not to inspire. a burning Love for Duty and for Irulli. 
 I'd be ashamed as one who claims ibo 'roachci-'s art, 
 To simply mold the mind and not lo uudit the lieai-t. 
 
 I'd ha a.-hauied. while here Ijelow, 
 Were Grace andCIiarity not to How, 
 I'd be ashamed for wan't of manly pride. 
 The weak, the vvorJUlv vn-es not lo ehidc. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, for worldly l.ust, 
 'JO .sacnliee a Heavenly trust, 
 I'd be asliamed for filthy Lucre, 
 To make the Lord, a stern rebukcr. 
 
 I'd be ashamed for Greed of gain, 
 To cause a brother's heart to pain, 
 I'd be ashamed through i)iidc or i)elf, 
 To know no other want, but self. 
 
THE UXIVEliSAL ECHO. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, in suuli a world, 
 Our Gospel story, not to herald, 
 I'd be ashamed, with wings on high. 
 To think, I'd passed, one sinner by. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, for want of zeal. 
 The christian graces, not to seal, 
 I'd be ashamed, to crucify 
 The life tliat's promised, by and by. 
 
 rd be asliame(l,for VVcallli oi' Fame. 
 To so disgrace, tiiC cliiislian name, 
 I'd be ashamed, for earthly Goal, 
 To lose, mine own immortal Soul. 
 
 I'd be ashamed to ape, the Bacchanalian feasts, of Old, 
 Or those who in the miglity sacred Temple traded, bouglil and 
 I'd be ashamed, should consternation strike us, man to man, 
 As in days of Old, it did, Relshazzar's sacrilegious clan. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, will) tlie sacred "Gift of .Mind," 
 Those treasured gems of earth, to never seek to fiml, 
 I'd be ashamed in an age, of peace of Light and Lore, 
 To never read and think of the perilous days of Vore. 
 
THE UXIVEIISAI. EC HO HI 
 
 I'd be asiiiinied, like ['riest or Kinjr of old. 
 'lo Uiirst for blood, as I'd ihirst for Gold, 
 I'd be ashamed, in this our soMcii Age, 
 To jicddlc human flesh upoiv its mighty fctagc 
 
 rd be a.-lKUued, Oh. Dissohiiu man! 
 Not lo bind the Li((iior Traflie, hand lo liand, 
 And hand iit hand, with one mighty whijl, 
 To cast the Fiendish 'i'ralMe oil our ». orld. 
 
 I'd beasliamed, 'gainst God's eonnnand. 
 To shed confusion, through the land, 
 I'd lie ashamed, wilh f-atan's wicked clan. 
 To hurl destruction, upon Fallen Man. 
 
 I'd be ashamed, desiiile our brave Forefather's will, 
 Should we become ruthless traitors to our country still, 
 I'd be ashamed, with the experience of ages past, 
 To see our glorious banner, drajjcd in death at last. 
 
 Yes, ^ve ought to be ashamed, by sect or party strife, 
 To mar, to check, the pure and nobler f >rms of life, 
 But rather by wise concert in Plan, 
 .Shower countless blessings upon man. 
 
n THE UNIVEMSAL ECHO. 
 
 I'd be iishameO, wliile sustained and soothed by God's unfaltering 
 iianrt, 
 
 Not to play the true, the great, tlic grand, and valiant i)art, of Na- 
 ture's Gentleman, 
 
 I'd be ashamed, when wrapped in Nature's fond, though cold, Oh I 
 cold embrace ! 
 
 To leave one blight, one stain, upon our brave, our wise, our noble 
 and heroic Kace ! 
 
 Oh! I'd be ashamed to live and die. 
 And never know the reason whj-. 
 Yes, I'd be ashamed to die and know, 
 I'd merelv been a vain echo. 
 
 NEST. 
 
 Host I there is no )-est for weary Pilgiim's feet. 
 
 Hut Rest ! there will be >est when angel's voices greet. 
 
SWEET 
 
 Bl) r SACRI-;!) 
 PASS." 
 
 IS THE 
 
 'Tis sw cet to be blessed by the Fiat oi Fate, 
 But saeretl to be either little or great, 
 'Tis sweet, to feast, thy soul u))on Love, 
 Hut sacred, to embody, "That Image Above.' 
 
 'Tis sweei to dwell in a Mealin so bright, 
 But sacred the change, from darkness to light, 
 'Tis sweet to drink from the Fountain of Life. 
 I'.nl ■iMrred to know ilS linciurodijw ith Strife. 
 
 It is svvi'ct to .sins and soar as lh(! Laik, 
 But a sacred thing-, is one's duty to mark, 
 'Tis sacredto trust, in tins veil of tears. 
 But sweet to dream of the Eternal Years 
 
 It is sweet to dream in the days of Ihy Youth, 
 But sacred to wander, from Duly and Ti-uth, 
 It is sweet to fight the lighi of the br»vo. 
 But sacred to live, and die as a shi\ e. 
 
13 "SWEET BUT SACRED IS THE PASS. 
 
 'Tis sacred to read, of the Ark and the Dove, 
 lint sweet to dwell, in the Ligiit of his Lave, 
 'Tis sw.eet to read, of the Gift of His Son, 
 Rut sacred to run, the Race as he Run. 
 
 'Tis sweet to rejoice, at the Keats of the l.rave, 
 But sacred to drop, a tear on their grave, 
 'Tis sweet to extol, the deeds they have done, 
 r.ut sacred to prove, an atlectionate Son. 
 
 '1 is sacred to welcome, tJod's spirit of Light. 
 But sweet to pass, from Blindness to Light, 
 How sacred, those scenes of Galilee 
 Tliough sweet, the Blessings they've brought to mo. 
 
 'Tis sweet to drink, from the Fountain of Tiulli, 
 But sacred to fall, and be lost forsooth, 
 'Tis a sacred thing, God's Truth to thwart. 
 But sweet to obey and obey from the heart. 
 
 It IS swei't to sup, at the Marriage Lea.^l, 
 But oh ! sacred the vow, we make to the Priest, 
 'Tis sweet to bow, at the shrine of Love, 
 But sacred to shame, the God Above. 
 
•S]VKET BUT SArHED IS Til K PASS. 
 
 'Tis sweet to ply, the Boatman's oar, 
 lUit sacred to list, to the Billows roar, 
 'Tis sweet to breathe, the dreamy air, 
 But sacred to bow, in (luiet Prayer. 
 
 It is sweet to water, the I'lanls in sprinj?. 
 But sacred to list, to the Autumn wind's rinp:, 
 'Tis sweet to garner, the fruits when warm, 
 But sacred to brave, the bleak wintry storm. 
 
 It is sweet to tliink, (if tlic wonders of Art, 
 But sacred to study, the Mind and the Heart, 
 It is sweet to witness, the Glories of Earth. 
 But sacred to dream of the days of its Birth. 
 
 'Tis sweet to embark, with the Angel of Love, 
 
 But sacred to enter, those I'ortals Above, 
 
 Ah ! sacred the Theme of Eternity, 
 
 Though 'tis sweet to bask, in the land of (lie Free. 
 
 Ye.s 'Lis sweei to live, to do and to trust. 
 But sacred to die, and moulder to dust. 
 Ah! sweet tlie journey from Youth unto Age 
 But sacred to die, and pass^tl the stage. 
 
LOVli. 
 
 I.ove :s the rarenl ol Bliss, with the wings of time, 
 Tuning hearts for Freeilou), in evorj' clime. 
 She's the Sinter of charity, with the Bread of I>ife, 
 ( 'astinfj seeds of Harmony on the sea of Strife. 
 
 >he's an angel of nierc)', with a haven of Kest, 
 Plucking thorns of sorrow^, from many a breast. 
 
 ^'ea, more, She's the Mm of the Soul, 
 
 The mighty angelic harbinger of peace on the sea of time, 
 
 Whose bright, whose effulgent ray.v, 
 
 Animate the heart of every soul, 
 
 Througliout Ihe ceaseless clime. 
 
 W liih' fowls are lost in sleep, 
 \\ isc men are seen to creep. 
 
 The imrer the heart grows, 
 The nobler tiic action Hows. 
 
THE VOICF.OP INSPIRATION. 
 
 "Thorc IS a spirit in man ami the iusiiii-ali')ii of tlie Almiglitv giv ■ 
 Bthhim understanding"— Job ;:,2:8. 
 
 We must live, the Gospel too, 
 As well as read it, tlirough and lli rough, 
 We must make our lives so bi-ighl. 
 The World can see we're in the Light. 
 
 We must Icml a helping hand. 
 To feet upon tlie sinking sand. 
 V\ e luust lure them on the way. 
 That leads to one Klernal Day. 
 
 We m'ust send the Gospel to, 
 Kvery nation, every crew, 
 We must battle foi- the Kigiit, 
 Till the World is tilled with Light. 
 
 We must sow pure Gospel seed. 
 
 On the feverish soil of creed, 
 
 We must plant the seeds of life. 
 
 If we would quench the tares of strife. 
 
THE VOIVE OF IXSI'IRATIOX 
 
 We mvsl liiboi , liaml in hand, 
 In christian or in heatlien land, 
 Wfi must unite in heart, in plan, 
 If we would rescue fallen man. 
 
 We must open wide our doors, 
 And cast out schisms by the scores, 
 We must let the gospel be, 
 The creed of all Humanity. 
 
 Then we will free the world of woe, 
 As the ages come and go, 
 Then we will floather banner high, 
 Till her glories fill the sky. 
 
 Power, ah yes! much cherished, transcemlent jiower 
 Is but the garnered fuiit of many a well spent hour. 
 
OUR BABY GIRI 
 
 W'e have a darling little Girl, 
 The source of all oui' i>lQa?ure. 
 
 With breath of roses, tcelh of pearl. 
 Oh 8lie's a little treasure. 
 
 She's a (irecious little creature, 
 With a face so fair to see. 
 
 With a charm on every feature. 
 Oh I she's all the world to me. 
 
 Mie's a winning little bairy. 
 Full of mischief, full of glee. 
 
 Not a moment's time to tarry. 
 Ah I there is so much to see. 
 
19 OUli BABY CIRL. 
 
 8ee her leave tlie arms of Mamma, 
 Hear her prattle 'bout the floor. 
 
 Hark! she hears the voieo of Papa, 
 Crawls to greet him at the door. 
 
 Papa kisses ittle Treasure, 
 Places her upon his knee, 
 Soon she tires of such a pleasure, 
 'Tis the world, she wants to see. 
 
 Mainma wraps lier little treasure, 
 
 Places her on Papa's arm, 
 Soon she's lost in baby jileasure, 
 As thev ramble cross the farm 
 
 Papa loves the little beauty. 
 As she gazes on the world, 
 
 Hope's to teach her trutli and duty, 
 Prays that she may be a pearl. 
 
 L'lMK. 
 
 Time I fast, fast fleeting Time, that mighty terrestrial King, 
 Who weighs the good aud proves the ill of every living thing. 
 
YH REAP AS Yl', SOW 
 
 Vdii must light, if you would win, 
 A victory over crime; 
 You miiel bow what you would reap 
 In Ktcrnitv oi' time. 
 
 F(ir lu a life of viitueliue, 
 Comes many blesbings not a few. 
 And from the deep and boundless blue, 
 All nature whisper peace to you. 
 
 But on a lil'e of Vanity Fair, 
 All nature stamps the thornes of care, 
 And from the darkness of the deep, 
 A wailing voice is heard to weep. 
 
 Yes, Angels chant sweet song.•^ of praise, 
 To those who do the fallen raise, 
 I5ut from a life of vanity, 
 Follows loss of Im mortality. 
 
CHRIST THH SACRIFICIAL 
 LAMB. 
 
 Thcvc once .niiitcarctJ uixm our i»t.igp, 
 
 A Prince of lowly i)arentago, 
 
 The star of Betlilelieni \va> he, 
 
 With Life and lumiortality, 
 
 lie lived but never lived in vain, 
 
 He rent the veil of sin in twain, 
 
 He made the mighty Woi-ld to see. 
 
 The i>owcr of IIi.-> Divinity, 
 
 lie lived, but never lived for show, 
 
 lie died to jiay the debt we owe, 
 
 lie lived in sweet humility. 
 
 To be a light a guide for me. 
 
 He saoriUeed His Home above, 
 
 And came to show His wondrous love, 
 
 lie ga> e, lie gave his life for me, 
 
 And shed His blood to make me free. 
 
 He gave. He gave salvatiou too. 
 
 He gave it unto me and you, 
 
 He gave the heart and gave the soul. 
 
 Free entrance to that Home of Old, 
 
 He loves to do His Father's Will, 
 
 He loves His mission to fullill, 
 
 He lores a righteous liberty. 
 
 But hates a vile iniquitv. 
 
 He loved without regard to face. 
 
 He loved our weak and fallen Race. 
 
CHRIST Tin; SACRIFK'IA L LA MB. 
 
 lie loves the faillihil Jiiicl llic IriiG, 
 
 Aud lovcir to ic.lerceae for you, 
 
 lie was leinpled in all points as wo, 
 
 TliougliyieKled to Satan, iicvcv In-. 
 
 !!(; i>nt His enemy at bay, 
 
 And kept in llie Eternal \\a\ . 
 
 lie wrought, but never wrou^ilit U<v faiiip. 
 
 He wioufclitin God, the Father's name, 
 
 He turned the water into wine. 
 
 Cast out demons into swiuo. 
 
 He cursed the fruitless, raiseil the dead, 
 
 Supplied the inullitudes with bread, 
 
 He eleansed the Leper, healed the mnini, 
 
 Hestored the sight and cured the I.auic, 
 
 stilled the tempest, walked the sea, 
 
 (iave life and Immortality, 
 
 He cleansed the mind, redeemed thi- Soul, 
 
 He cleansed the Heart and freed the Vv hole. 
 
 He wrought, lie wrought. Ah '. who can tell:' 
 
 He wrought so much and wi ought -o well, 
 
 He fed, but fed on something more. 
 
 Than loaves and fishes by the score, 
 
 He fed to all the bread of Life, 
 
 But never fed on tares of Strife, 
 
 He spake of things that interest all. 
 
 He spake of Adam and his fall. 
 
CHIUST THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB. 
 
 He spako of .Salau ami hi^ crew. 
 
 lie s|)(^ak»lli Life and [leacc to you, 
 
 He ^pake, at* iirophet spoke of old, 
 
 Willi words, ill meaning, manifold, 
 
 lie taught, but nevei- tauglit as man. 
 
 He taujflit, on the Eternal Plan, 
 
 He taught, but never taughl, in lore, 
 
 lie preached the truth, and nothing more. 
 
 lie preached, with force and beauty too, 
 
 He jireachcd, the Gospel unto you, 
 
 lie prove 1, but never jiroved to be, 
 
 Engaged, in Satan's ministry, 
 
 He proved, He ever, proved to be, 
 
 The Word in, incarnality, 
 
 He proved, Mis own Divinity, 
 
 By Works and Deeds of Charity, 
 
 He blessed, but never blessed the vile, 
 
 He blessed, the poor and little child,'' 
 
 He blessed, the loyal and the brave. 
 
 He never blesses, a thankless slave, 
 
 But rebukes the evil, warns the true, 
 
 Offers life immortal, unto you, 
 
 He is the Life, the Truth, the Way. 
 
 And guntly calls us, day by day, 
 
 lie glorilies, the low of birth. 
 
 But never gloried, in His worth, 
 
 He glorified the place of mirth, 
 
 Heglortfics the pure of earth. 
 
'Ifh'JST Tin-: ^.WRIFICIAL LA Mil 
 
 He glorif'S, in those jxnt- above. 
 
 He glorified the God of Love, 
 
 He ffloritie.s, AIj ! wh(> can tell? 
 
 He gloi-illed himself as well, 
 
 lie gloiilied, His little band, 
 
 He glorified, a sin e.ursed t-and, 
 
 -And showered blessings, ujion man. 
 
 n« wejjt, but never wept as we, 
 
 llo we|)t, foi- frail lunnanit\ , 
 
 He we))t for Mai-tha, Mary too, 
 
 TJiit not for La/.arus, as do vou. 
 
 He elii>sc. He ehose tlie World lo free, 
 
 Of sin and ils earnalit v. 
 
 He ehose, lo bear His siaiulard loo, 
 
 The wise, the good, the brave the true, 
 
 He ehose, He evercnose to be, 
 
 The Prinec of Tcaee and Liberty, 
 
 He (J rayed, but never iirayed for all. 
 
 He prayed loi- those, tlie Loid had rallci 
 
 Neilhei' iiraved he, for these alone, 
 
 Hut tor all, \\ ho were yet, to be his own, 
 
 He prayed to keep Ihem, in His name. 
 
 But never jn-ayed, the v\'oild to blame. 
 
 He prayed, but never |>rayed fm- siviie, 
 
 He )jra\ed for Unity and ! ife. 
 
 He prayed, for sanetity of Swul, 
 
 But never prayed, f(n- Earihly goal, 
 
CHRIST THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB. 
 
 He inayod to know, His Fiithor's; will, 
 
 lie in-iiys the Lord, lo liclp us still, 
 
 He prayed the Lord, to amijlify. 
 
 Our souls and l)odies, with supiily, 
 
 He prayed the Kingdom, yet to bo, 
 
 On Earth, as in Eternity, 
 
 He prayed, for sweet coniuiuniou too. 
 
 He hopes, to ever dwell with you, 
 
 He instituted, as well withal. 
 
 His sacred suiJper, for the called. 
 
 He left, this fond nieniori.Tl feast, 
 
 As well for layman, as for priest, 
 
 He took, the sweet communion cu)i. 
 
 And bade his children, ever sup, 
 
 lie sweat, but never sweat as we. 
 
 It. was in deepest agony. 
 
 It was to make, His people free, 
 
 He sweat His precious blood for me, 
 
 He sutlcred, persecution too. 
 
 And gave His life, for me and you. 
 
 He forgave, the wild Satanic band, 
 
 Who pierced His side, aiid nailed His hand. 
 
 Forgave the thief, on L'alvary, 
 
 And wfTers, pardon unto me. 
 
 He lived, but not for selfish gain,- 
 
 He died, in sacrificial pain. 
 
 He hung upon, the cursed Tree, 
 
CHRIST THE SAG HI F I VIAL LAMB. 
 
 AikJ spill His blood for you ami uic, 
 He shook this sublunary ball, 
 And spread an Universal pall, 
 He conquered, yes, lie couciuered all, 
 He conquererl Deatli, restored the Kail, 
 He banished Satan, comiuered Sin, 
 K'cvealed wnothei- life within. 
 Yes, He eoncjuercd death, restored ihc Fall. 
 Crown Him \'f JVatons Lordoi&W. 
 He loyes, He wrought, he prayed. He Iru^ts, 
 And says to do His will wc must, 
 He redeemed, ah I many, oommissioncd few, 
 lUit left the nobler work for you, 
 Then went, but never went to stay, 
 He went, to consuniate the Way, 
 He'll eonie again another day. 
 In (ilory and in Majesty, 
 He is tlie gift, the God above, 
 Was sent to show His matchless Love, 
 He heliis. He ever aids us still, 
 To know and do His Holy Will, 
 He lures. He guides us on the wax-. 
 That leads to one Eternal Day, 
 For Christ I .'ini, for Christ I'll be. 
 Through time and through Eternity, 
 For much he suffered, then he died. 
 It was for me, He was cvuoilied. 
 For Christ I'll be, for Christ lam. 
 He was the "b'actiticial Lamb." 
 
nuMs.. 
 
 CIRC UMS TANGE . 
 
 Circumstance, proud heroic circumstance, thou tyi-ant of the ases, 
 All, all befoie thee uuisi bow, whetlier kings poteniates, priests or 
 sages. 
 
 TWO EXTRKM ES. 
 
 lie who feasts, on lienclish lore, 
 A nil dips, his i)cn in blood, 
 
 May cause, another sea of gore. 
 If not, another Flood. 
 
 He who ponders, lofty themes. 
 
 And dips his i)en in truth. 
 May cause to driuk, from crystal stream.^ 
 
 The aged, and the youth. 
 
THl' SCOFFHR AND THE CYNIC 
 
 There are Scoffers, there are Cynics, by the dozens, by the scores, 
 Who shun the good and feast as flies, upon the jiutrid sores. 
 
 Should they see a brother, brave, generous, true, 
 "Ah ! this is but a trap, set to capture you." 
 
 Sliould they seen sister, patient, tender, devoted, kind. 
 Ah ! say they in a sneering way "she's perfectly Divine." 
 
 If they see a gentleman, to knowledge much inclined, 
 "Ah! isn't he a Shakespeare, a Solomon in his mind?" 
 
 Or should some humble student, desire to be a man, 
 They'll stifle every eltort, they'll crush hiin 11 they can. 
 
 Should they see a neighbor, progressive in his views, 
 '•He's a Tliunias Benton, He'll go to congress if you choose." 
 
 Or should they have a neighbor, that's well to do in life. 
 He's cither swindled others, or got it by his wife. 
 
 If they see a !ady, in dress rctined and neat. 
 
 They'll say to one another, "All ! don't she think she's sweet?" 
 
29 THE SCOFFER A ND C YMC 
 
 Or should there be a lady, forfeaken and cast down. 
 She'8 the butt of every joke, the sport of every frown. 
 
 Should they see a merchant, obliging and refined. 
 
 Ah! say they ina flouty way, "He's got an ax to grind." 
 
 Should there be an official, who executes the Law. 
 "He's an enemy to freedom, the worst you ever saw." 
 
 Should an enterprising brothei-, seem to let his fortune sli)>, 
 "It is just as I expected, I said he'd lose his grh)." 
 
 So the Scoffer and the Cynic, like the s- pidcr and tne (1w!, 
 Either shun the light, for darkness, or feast ujion the foul. 
 
 They look upon true manhood, and womanhocd as well. 
 
 As nothing more than merchandise, that's simply made lo sell. 
 
 They look upon Religion, as but a Sunday gi>wn, 
 Than to be a Parson, they'd rather be a clown 
 
 They'd poison every virtue. 
 
 They'd tarnish every^soul, 
 Into Sin and Death they'd phiigc \ou, 
 
 If leftto iheircontrol. 
 
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 Oil ! yc Scotfers, Oh ye Cymes, wlio may this story read, 
 In the name of the Eiei-nal I pray you may take heed. 
 
 In a world ol wondrous beauty, 
 W ith a God of wondrous Love, 
 
 Feast, Feasc thy Souls, on Love and Duty, 
 I'repare for home, for Heaven above. 
 
 riiUTU. 
 
 It Ife Truth, impressed, immutable. Heaven -born, eternal Truth, 
 That swaye the heart, that guides thy hand, in thine immortal youth. 
 It 18 Truth, revealed, God-given, inspiiing, everlasting Truth, 
 That frees the heait, redeems the soul, and offers Life forsooth 
 
 TUE ETEIiNAL PLAN. 
 
 Earth, .\ir and Water, by a i)0\ver unseen. 
 
 Is made into a garment that clothes tlie Earth in green. 
 
 Earth, Air and Water, obey the power above, 
 
 And all conspire together, to prove His wondrous Love. 
 
 Earth, Air and Water, by God's allmighty hand. 
 
 Are changed to Plant, then to Animal, then to mortal Man. 
 
 Earth, Air and Water, in the Eternal Plan, 
 
 Form a glorious heritage for weak and fallen man. 
 
OF THE TWO FOLLOWING WHICH IS THE FIOTURR 
 
 AND WHICH TIIK PARODY ON OUR 
 
 COUNTRY TOWN? 
 
 Should you eycr chance to yisit, our little country town, 
 
 You'll And we're for Charity, proverbially renown, 
 
 We talk to one another, of one another's ways, 
 
 I5ut not in words of slander, we speak in Avords ol praise ; 
 
 We're proud of our company, we're proud of our kin, 
 
 We're proud of their virtues, but not of their sin. 
 
 We're i)roud of our dresses, our bonnets, our hose. 
 
 We're proud of our daughters, we're proud of their ben us. 
 
 We're proud of our Parson, we reverence his lite. 
 
 We're proud of his children, we're proud of his wife 
 
 We visit the poor, we honor the brave. 
 
 We reveren<;e the rich, we pity the slave, 
 
 We're proud of the noble thcyencrous and true, 
 
 Hut not of the Devil, nor not of his crew. 
 
 We have love for our neighbors, and their children as well, 
 
 Oui love for our duty. Ah! no one can tell. 
 
 We're loyal to our leaders, yes loyal to the man, 
 
 We have unity in action, unity in plan, 
 
 We're for culture and refinement, for virtue we're renowned. 
 
 The Imp and the Lecher, can no where be found. 
 
 The veniier and his traffic are the victims of fate, 
 
 For enterprise and temperance, we're the first in the state. 
 
 In morjils and religion, in education too, 
 
 W».*'re consistent in practice, consistent in view, 
 
 Yes, we pray and wc trust, and in peace we abound, 
 
 I'ill each tells the other, he's in love with town - 
 
OUR COUXTRY TOWK. 32 
 
 Should you ever chance to visit, our little country town, 
 
 You'll Und we're for gossip, proverbially renown. 
 
 We talk to one another, of one another's ways. 
 
 We apeak with words of slander, and not with words of jiraisc, 
 
 We talk about our company, we talk about our kin, 
 
 We talk about their weaknesses, wc talk about their sin, 
 
 We talk about our dresses, our bonnets and our hose, 
 
 We talk about our daughters, we talk about their beans, 
 
 We talk about our parson, wo talk about his life, 
 
 Wc talk about his children, we talk about his wife, 
 
 Wc talk about the i)()or, wc talk about the brave, 
 
 V\'c talk about the rich, we talk about the slave, 
 
 Wc talk about the noblo, the generous and the true, 
 
 We talk about the Devil, we talk about his crew. 
 
 Yes, wo talk about our neighbors, about their children too, 
 
 Then greet them with the welcome, "Why howdy, howdy-do" 
 
 We're divided into factions, divided into clans, 
 
 Each has his chieftain, each lays his plans, 
 
 We're for culture and rellnement, for virtue were renowned, 
 
 Y'et the Imp and the Lecher can anywhere be found, 
 
 For enterprise and temperance, were solid. Ah! were sound. 
 
 Yet the vender and his traffic, doth openly abound. 
 
 On morals and religion, on education too. 
 
 We wince and we cavil, we cioak and we coo, 
 
 Y'cs, we prate and we gossip, we bicker and we frown, 
 
 Till each tells the other, he's disgusted with the town. 
 
LiBRftRY OF CONrPccc