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DELPHINE 
 
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 OTHER POEMS 
 
 L. ADDA NICHOI.S 
 
 " It is good for us to think no grace or blessing truly ours 
 until we are aware God has blessed some one else with it 
 through ns."— Phillips Brooks. 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO 
 
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 Two OoHiES Received 
 
 NOV. 22 1901 
 
 COPyWQHT ENTRY 
 
 CLASS «/ XXc. No. 
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 Copyright 1901 
 
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TO THK MEMORY OF 
 
 FATHER AND MOTHER 
 This book is i.ovingi,y dkdicatkd 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Delphink 15 
 
 boerowed 43 
 
 A Lost Opportunity 50 
 
 At Church 51 
 
 Jesus Passed By 54 
 
 Sunday Morning 57 
 
 "The Sword OF THE Lord AND OF Gideon" 61 
 
 Inasmuch 64 
 
 The Angel of Patience 67 
 
 Words My Mother Taught Me 70 
 
 The Benediction 72 
 
DELPHINE 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS 
 
If you hnow a ha2:)py song, 
 
 Sing it, yes, sing it; 
 It will rest some iveary heart, 
 To the sad new life impart ; 
 
 So if you know a hajypy song. 
 Sing it from the heart. 
 
 If you know the wondrous story, 
 
 Tell it, yes, tell it ; 
 If you love the Lord of glory, 
 If you love the old, old story. 
 
 The story of redeeming love. 
 Tell it from the heart. 
 
DELPHINE 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 DELPHINE. 
 
 Here flows the smiling Manistee 
 
 Leisurely onward toward the sea ; 
 
 And winding through the hills along, 
 
 Fills all the valley with sweet song 
 
 Of rippling waves that smile and kiss 
 
 Its own green banks with nature's bliss ; 
 
 Until at last it pours its charms 
 
 Into the broad Pacific's arms. 
 
 Now mirrored in its depths so clear 
 
 The fleecy, floating clouds appear ; 
 
 And toward the setting of the sun 
 
 Upon a summer afternoon, 
 
 A glowing picture one oft sees 
 
 Reflected from o'erhanging trees 
 
 From farther bank, like gleams of fire, — 
 
 Naught's left of beauty to desire. 
 
 Its waves doth many secrets keep 
 
 For those who dream and those who weep ; 
 
16 DELPHINE. 
 
 And 'neath the bridge so grey and old 
 Hath heard the story often told 
 Of love and grief, of pain and loss, 
 So deep that nothing but the Cross 
 Of Calvary could heal and bless 
 With its own balm of tenderness 
 The weary hearts that long and wait 
 The opening of the unseen gate. 
 Dear Manistee ! for aye flow on • 
 The pride of one small country town, 
 That nestles by thy purling stream, 
 Among the hills where poets dream ; 
 And where life's nobler after-thought 
 Outside the world of strife is wrought. 
 
 Here where the wheels of labor sound, 
 And honest thought and peace abound, 
 And laborers with the sinewy hand 
 And stalwart frame respect command, 
 Fair Delphine lies. What memories flame 
 At mention of this cherished name ; 
 Of faithful friends of other daj^s 
 Who dwelt among these quiet ways, 
 
DBIvPHINE. 17 
 
 And by the social, bright fireside 
 
 Exchange of thought new themes supplied. 
 
 Thus while around the cheerful fire 
 
 The huge logs burned still higher and higher 
 
 And threw such genial glow apace 
 
 As lighted up each eager face. 
 
 One friend by full consent had gained 
 Name of " the Master " ; for he reigned 
 Unconsciously and with sweet zest; 
 His years outnumbering the rest ; 
 And from the love-light in his eyes 
 Bespoke a nature meekly wise. 
 Of him it was devoutly said, 
 Who much of God and nature read : 
 " His present seems a dream to be, 
 The future his reality." 
 
 A younger and a growing light 
 See in this fireside group at night, 
 George Markham ; pastor in the place ; 
 Whose creed is written in his face ; 
 And you could read it from the start : 
 '' Heaven and earth not far apart." 
 
18 DBLPHINE. 
 
 One person hard to be described, 
 Who of full measure had imbibed 
 Of gospel truth, of wit and grace, 
 And in the group held central place. 
 A man who spoke in homely phrase, 
 Uncultured, only in the ways 
 Of heaven-taught truth ; a speaker bold, 
 Who won the hearts of young and old, 
 David Rook ; gardener and friend. 
 Whose common work serves highest end. 
 
 One of this club of five we see 
 A business man of high degree ; 
 While from the city for short stay 
 Had to this fireside found his way. 
 
 And let us now acquaintance make 
 With one McCoU ; all for the sake 
 Of others who like him may roam 
 In darkness, and to light may come. 
 
 Invigorating breezes flow 
 Through trees of pine, inviting so 
 
DKIvPHINK. 19 
 
 The seekers after health to try 
 
 The simple remedies that lie 
 
 In change and rest ; thus some have come 
 
 To make Delphine awhile their home ; 
 
 And list to woodland music free 
 
 Beside the rippling Manistee. 
 
 This guest, McColl, a sadness wore ; 
 
 Oppressive grief was brooding o'er 
 
 His very life ; a sorrow dark 
 
 Entwined with doubts had crushed the spark 
 
 Of hope's last ray and faith and trust ; 
 
 " If there's a God he can't be just," 
 
 He moaned ; "0 where's my wife, my boy ? 
 
 Is there a heaven ? a place of joy ? 
 
 Or is there not ? and do they sleep 
 
 Forever in oblivion deep ? 
 
 A home once bright with childish glee, 
 
 And ruled by queenly dignity, 
 
 In one brief day forever fled, 
 
 And all life's hopes lie crushed and dead ; 
 
 What mockings at my longings come, 
 
 A waiting drear and dread and dumb." 
 
20 DELPHINE. 
 
 George Markham in his study bent 
 
 With pen in hand and thought intent 
 
 Upon the Sunday sermon there, 
 
 That none might lack their needed share 
 
 Of comfort and instruction given 
 
 In the sweet message sent from heaven 
 
 To those who from the factory come, 
 
 And from the simple rural home 
 
 To rest their weary hacds and mind, 
 
 And some new gospel treasure find ; 
 
 And be, through words that he should speak, 
 
 " Willing to live another week." 
 
 Meanwhile McColl had wandered out. 
 And half unconsciously, no doubt, 
 Had found him at the study door 
 Where he had been ofttimes before. 
 The pastor hearty welcome gave, 
 But noted his pale face and grave ; 
 With lines of sorrow deeper laid 
 Since first his prized acquaintance made. 
 But interrnptioDS courted he 
 If he could help a soul at sea. 
 
DELPHINE. 21 
 
 This man of culture, traveled wide, 
 A man of wealth and seeming pride. 
 But noble character possessed ; — 
 With honest doubts a soul distressed. 
 
 When with exchange of pleasant word, 
 
 And from the grate the fire was stirred, 
 
 McColl the question had essayed 
 
 To ask what subject he'd arrayed 
 
 For coming sermon, " that I see 
 
 Is brushed aside, for which blame me." 
 
 " 'Tis time to rest," Markham replied, — 
 
 *' My subject's one that's deep and wide ; 
 
 No less than ' The significance 
 
 And use of sorrow ' ; which perchance 
 
 May find response with some who've wrought 
 
 The problem out, or thus have suught." 
 
 McColl remarked with bitterness : 
 
 " You'll talk ten minutes more or less, 
 
 Then give it up for other theme, 
 
 Or some more visionary dream." 
 
 " Nay, nay, my friend, but rather I 
 
22 DBIyPHINB. 
 
 Had thought discourse to multiply ; 
 The theme so vast now on my hand 
 Seems wonderfully to expand. 
 
 Now my belief, as you may know, 
 Is in two worlds united so, 
 Though one the other cannot see, 
 In speaking distance they may be." 
 Then from his library shelf he took 
 A well-worn, unpretending book, 
 And from its pages to him read 
 A little story, which, he said, 
 Expressed his faith. It runs this way : 
 There is an island, so they say, 
 Inhabited by fishermen 
 In low rude huts ; and often when 
 Through fog and mist they can't discern 
 Their own loved dwellings, nor dare turn 
 Their boats too near the rocky shore, 
 Their voice in song is wafted o'er ; 
 Then wives and sweethearts take again 
 The next verse of the sweet refrain ; 
 And thus they know, though all unseen, 
 
DKIvPHINK. 23 
 
 That no great distance lies between ; 
 And they can well with patience stay 
 Until the mists are cleared away. 
 
 " I can't accept it," hoarsely said 
 His guest, and sadly shook his head ; 
 "The theory sounds well to read, 
 But can't be true; ah, no, indeed !" 
 
 " But, friend, supposing it were true, 
 Would it not be w^orth much to you ? 
 And do you not think it worth while 
 To study it, and thus beguile 
 Your weary hours of grief and pain, 
 And from it consolation gain ? 
 And find it not unreasonable, 
 But, rather, true and beautiful ? 
 If we can't rend the veil and see, 
 It's no less true that there may be, 
 Not far away, the other shore, 
 And heavenly greetings wafted o'er ; 
 Beyond our human eyes to reach, 
 
24 DELPHINE. 
 
 Or human ears to hear the speech ; 
 But faith can see, and faith can hear, 
 And thus bring unseen treasures near." 
 
 A gleam of hope a moment shone 
 Across his face, and then was gone ; 
 With grasp of hand he said " Good night/' 
 Then passed into the street from sight. 
 
 Now once a week, it was agreed, 
 
 This friendly " Club of Delphine," freed 
 
 From all restraint, should meet and share 
 
 Each other's thoughts, and notes compare. 
 
 The parsonage to be the place 
 
 This genial company should grace ; 
 
 And from the pastor's study flow 
 
 Rich blessings after years should know 
 
 From "speaking meetings," if you please, 
 
 Where each one felt at perfect ease, 
 
 Discussing social topics when 
 
 Seemed drawn that way, and now and then 
 
 Of politics they took a view, 
 
 All with good nature through and through. 
 
DELPHINK. 25 
 
 But mostly valued time was spent 
 On higher themes, with the intent 
 To help McColl, now in the night 
 Of unbelief, to clearer sight. 
 And one strong element to guide 
 Was David Rook, who could divide 
 The living truth in homely way ; 
 He sent his arrows swift to stay, 
 Until beyond all argument 
 His simple faith had gained assent. 
 " Too much theology," would say 
 Our gardener quaint and in his way, 
 "And not enough religion found, 
 Sometimes to hardly go around. 
 About the creeds Christ little said, 
 But very much of love instead." 
 The Master silent sat the while, 
 And nodded with approving smile. 
 
 McColl then spoke : " I'd like to know, 
 If you've a God that loves us so. 
 Why He should such afflictions send. 
 And weight of burden that it bend 
 
26 ■ DBLPHINK. 
 
 And crush our very life apart, 
 
 And wrench and tear the human heart 
 
 Till hope is dead, yet death won't come 
 
 To fiee the soul with anguish dumb. 
 
 Then you on love and faith expand ; 
 
 I surely cannot understand 
 
 A faith so blind; but wonder, doubt, 
 
 Concerning things past finding out." 
 
 " Well, now," said David, " let me tell 
 An incident remembered well ; 
 Crossing a lake, some time ago, 
 A fog and mist had settled low 
 And thick about; we could not see 
 Across the deck, and thought that we 
 Were in much danger, when I went 
 To see the Captain and give vent 
 Unto my feelings of great fear ; 
 Where he was standing I drew near : 
 ' Are you not going at full speed ?' 
 ' Certainly, my friend, there's need 
 That I on time the trip should make ; 
 No cause that I the record break.' 
 
DEIvPHINE. 27 
 
 ' Is it not dangerous?' I ask; 
 For recklessness took him to ta?k. 
 ' I care not for the fog,' said he, 
 
 * The compass is our guide at sea ; 
 Always by that our course we take ; 
 'Twas never known to make mistake; 
 Through fog and mist, through night and day, 
 The needle always points one way.' 
 
 ' And can you tell me why 'tis so ?' 
 ' I surely can't, nor do I know. 
 And never yet have heard of one 
 Could tell just how the work was done.' 
 ' And yet you trust your life, and feel 
 Secure with that one bit of steel ?' 
 
 * Yes, every time ; because I know 
 It's o'er and o'er been proven true ; 
 Hundreds of years it has been tried, 
 Has never failed, has never lied. 
 The mighty ships the waters plow, 
 Laden with wealth from stern to bow. 
 And trusted to the needle's eye. 
 
 Not knowing the wherefore nor why; 
 We trust what we can't understand 
 
28 DKLPHINE. 
 
 Each day we live, on sea or land.' 
 Thus spake the Captain. I withdrew, 
 Knowing that what he said was true." 
 
 McColl sank back into his chair, 
 
 Silent, but with more hopeful air ; 
 
 George Markham stirred the waning fire, 
 
 And while the sparks and flames rise higher 
 
 And fill with cheerful light the room, 
 
 Their conversation they resume, 
 
 Led by the Master; and with him 
 
 The business man of mirth and vim 
 
 The company oft entertained, 
 
 And thus the interest never waned. 
 
 The moments swiftly fly, and when 
 
 The clock rang out the hour of ten, 
 
 They rose to go : each one possessed 
 
 A growing friendship for the rest. 
 
 And David thought, but left unsaid — 
 
 "To-night a cornerstone's been laid." 
 
 " To-morrow's sun shines on to-day; 
 Thus easily we climb the way 
 
DEI.PHINB. 29 
 
 That otherwise so rough and steep 
 
 Our feet from stumbling could not keep. 
 
 'Tis just ahead we look for rest, 
 
 That makes the present stand the test ; 
 
 And so with dauntless courage we 
 
 Press on to final victory." 
 
 Thus spake the Master when around 
 
 The hearth again the Club was found ; 
 
 The thoughts that led to these remarks 
 
 Were like the scattered flying sparks 
 
 Brushed off when in the grate we turn 
 
 The log to make it brighter burn. 
 
 Each one contributed a share 
 
 To make the hour a profit bear 
 
 To one and all, each in his sphere, 
 
 And thus the moments brought good cheer. 
 
 They talked of ruling kings of earth, 
 
 Of fame and wealth, and what they're worth. 
 
 Then, running o'er with gratitude, 
 
 Spoke David in his joyful mood : 
 
 "My friends, I doubt if you can guess 
 
 The wondrous riches I possess ; 
 
 The beauty of the world is mine, 
 
30 DELPHINE. 
 
 The multitude of stars that shine, 
 The moon with all her silvery light, 
 And all the glories of the night ; 
 The woodlands and the birds of song 
 To me without reserve belong. 
 Ah, yes ! I own the Manistee," 
 Continued David, cheerily; 
 "The scenery along its banks 
 I take and give the Father thanks; 
 And all the range of hills that rise, 
 And over which the sunshine lies; 
 While through the trees the crimson glow 
 Lights up the peaceful vale below. 
 With all the wealth of Croesus I 
 Could not one- tenth these beauties buy 
 That now I take as gift so free 
 From God's own hand of love to me. 
 They're mine to hold while life shall last, 
 Then mine a heritage more vast. 
 In Christ's last will and testament 
 To me the blessed news was sent 
 That to immortal life I'm heir, 
 Within the many mansions fair 
 
DELPHINK. 31 
 
 Where He's prepared for me a place, 
 
 And I shall see Him face to face. 
 
 Thus to a blessed home in heaven 
 
 To me a title deed is given ; 
 
 A document no court can break ; 
 
 Sealed with His name and for His sake 
 
 Who on the Cross of Calvary 
 
 Hath purchased this great svealth for me. 
 
 This postscript doth the will attend : 
 
 ' Lo, I am with you to the end.' 
 
 To David Rook the deed stands sure 
 
 To mansions that for aye endure, 
 
 Who dwells at present in Delphine, 
 
 To him's addressed each precious line. 
 
 friends I can you now estimate 
 
 The value of my great estate ?'' 
 
 George Markham smiled, for well he knew 
 The words came from a heart that's true. 
 But we shall equal heirship claim 
 All in and through the one great name, 
 He said ; and thus the talk ran en 
 Until the time was almost gone, 
 
32 DBI.PHINE. 
 
 And with reluctance must adjourn ; 
 But not until the coffee uru 
 With steaming beverage passed around 
 And glad recipients had found. 
 
 As when the faintest streaks of light, 
 At early dawn, foretell the night 
 Is fast receding, and the Star 
 Of Morning shines above the bar 
 Of growing crimson that will soon 
 Be lost in the resplendent noon, 
 So with McColl 'tis break of day ; 
 The shadows lift, and far away, 
 Though dimly, he begins to see 
 The meaning of faith's ministry. 
 
 '' That we've a Friend," the Master said. 
 Always in reach, has comforted 
 More hearts than eloquence of prayer 
 Addressed to One we know not where. 
 The Man of Sorrows, knowing grief, 
 Can best give human hearts relief; 
 And, perfect made through suffering, 
 Can unto others healing bring; 
 
DE^LPHINE. 33 
 
 Who triumphed in temptation's hour, 
 Can to the tempted give like power; 
 And since with Ciirist the victory 
 Was gained in dark Gethsemane, 
 More than his miracles to us 
 His earthly life and lifted Cross 
 Whereon He paid redemption's price, 
 The one great living sacrifice; 
 And thus to heaven w^as made complete 
 The path where trod His sacred feet. 
 His footprints through the ages trace 
 That storms of centuries can't efface ; 
 And in His steps whoever will 
 May find the pathway shining still. 
 Through prayer unuttered or expressed 
 The prayerful heart is always blessed, 
 And feels the Christ so near to them 
 That they can touch His garment's hem ; 
 To trust the leading of His hand 
 A little child can understand." 
 George Markham breathed a low "amen"; 
 McColl the same repeated; then, 
 With heart o'erflowing at the word, 
 David added : " Yes, praise the Lord !" 
 
34 DBLPHINE. 
 
 The Master's line of tender thought 
 Had to the mind of Markham brought 
 Some promises that always shine 
 From Revelation's sacred mine; 
 And so before his friends he brings 
 The outline of his ponderings. 
 
 To him that overcometh, I 
 With hidden manna will supply ; 
 To him that hath an ear to hear 
 The Spirit ever speaketh clear ; 
 And they that understand shall own 
 A new name written in white stone, 
 Which no man knoweth saving he 
 To whom's revealed the mystery ; 
 The simple token of a friend 
 That one the other doth commend. 
 With rich embellishment is fraught 
 Each wide-extending Scripture thought. 
 When those in ancient Athens tried 
 Acquittal gained, 'twas signified, 
 And dicast's verdict was made known, 
 Just by the white and unpierced stone. 
 
DELPHINE. 35 
 
 When each in turn his thought expressed, 
 
 With growing interest manifest, 
 
 David, in his peculiar way 
 
 And emphasis, went on to say : 
 
 '' The world will never think the less 
 
 Of those who live what they profess. 
 
 'Tis grander far, my friends, to do, 
 
 Than merely to believe what's true. 
 
 On truth that's practical the Book 
 
 Has ever taught the world to look. 
 
 So each strange face that meets my view, 
 
 I simply think, I hope that you 
 
 Are one whose swift and willing feet 
 
 Are for the dear Lord's use made meet ; 
 
 On mercy's errands oft will go, 
 
 And thus your love to Him will show. 
 
 Much of our sorrow we forget 
 
 If busy for the King we're kept." 
 
 " O, is it true?" said, half aloud, 
 McColl, as low his head was bowed ; 
 " I really think I've selfish been, 
 And can He count it less than sin ? 
 
36 DKLPHINK. 
 
 To turn about 'tis not too late, 
 ' For lo,' One says, ' I knock and wait.' " 
 Whispered Markham: " His promise claim, 
 And yours the white stone with new name." 
 
 A moment's silence ; when they drew 
 
 Their chairs the fireside closer to, 
 
 The Master led them in his way 
 
 To view a picture by Dore 
 
 That once he saw. With pictured word 
 
 Their hearts with admiration stirred; 
 
 And when, within the gallery led, 
 
 The canvas he before them spread, 
 
 So plain he made it they could trace 
 
 The heart's desire upon each face. 
 
 "The Vale of Tears,"— thus vividly 
 
 Shows forth life's sad reality. 
 
 The background dark, which is immense, 
 
 A shadowy valley represents; 
 
 And at the entrance, clothed in white, 
 
 The Savior stands, with form upright, 
 
 Bearing a cross; and with one hand 
 
 Upraised ; by which we understand 
 
 Is invitation ; arched around 
 
DKIvPHINB. 37 
 
 His head, soft rays of light are found, 
 
 Thus symbolizing as we see 
 
 Hope's presence even here may be. 
 
 The middle and foreground are full 
 
 Of a great number typical 
 
 Of weary, heavy laden ones, 
 
 From beggars e'en to kings on thrones. 
 
 A king in glorious cloth of gold 
 
 Turns in despair, and to behold 
 
 Beseechingly Christ's face ; and near 
 
 Him stands a Roman Emperor, 
 
 Whose brow still bears the laurel wreath, 
 
 With toga stained with blood beneath. 
 
 From heart- wound by his enemies 
 
 Inflicted through mad jealousies. 
 
 The maimed, the halt, the blind are there; 
 
 A dying mother to His care 
 
 Commends her child of tender years, 
 
 With pleading look and flowing tears. 
 
 On solitary shelf of rock 
 
 Despised and hated lepers flock ; 
 
 And from whatever depth of loss, 
 
 All look to Christ and to His Cross. 
 
38 DEIyPHINE. 
 
 Without a word of comment made 
 Upon the picture thus portrayed, 
 And made indelible within 
 The mind of each, they now begin 
 Their hats and overcoats to take, 
 And with a hearty, warm hand-shake 
 
 The club adjourns; with a "good-night" 
 
 They step out in the clear starlight. 
 
 God works through men; and they who heed 
 
 The great commission find indeed 
 
 A satisfaction that extends 
 
 And is complete in this: His friends. 
 
 And he who lifts to purer air 
 
 Of heaven a soul in deep despair 
 
 Does work as high as angels do, 
 
 And through a means they never knew. 
 
 'Tis thus McColl has dared commend 
 
 His life unto the world's best Friend; 
 
 And from the faith-light in his face 
 
 Proves heaven a state as well as place ; 
 
 That near by is the heavenly home 
 
DBIvPHINB. 39 
 
 Where loved ones wait for him to come. 
 
 By consecration full, all doubt 
 
 Has from his heart been taken out, 
 
 And heaven's all transcendent light 
 
 Has swallowed up his darkest night. 
 
 "While his frail body still declines 
 
 The help of breezes from the pines 
 
 And from the hillsides that surround 
 
 Dear Delphine ; and while he's not found 
 
 What here he sought that would make whole 
 
 His earthly frame, yet for his soul 
 
 He's found the rest longed for and sweet, 
 
 The rest eternal, full, complete; 
 
 And eager expectations shine 
 
 Within his eyes words can't define. 
 
 How pleasantly and swiftly passed 
 The weeks ; and this must be the last 
 Fond meeting, when the Club adjourns. 
 Each guest unto his home returns 
 Upon the morrow; so they this eve 
 Mostly to reminiscence give. 
 
40 DELPHINE. 
 
 And hardly now do they begin 
 
 When light refreshments are brought in ; 
 
 The fragrant coffee and the tea, 
 
 Emblems of sociability; 
 
 And thoughts of parting find no place 
 
 To mar the evening's cheerfulness. 
 
 An added interest, by the way, 
 
 This meeting holds ; 'tis the birthday 
 
 Of David Rook, who cheerily 
 
 Proclaims that he is sixty-three ; 
 
 ''In hailing distance now, almost, 
 
 Of yonder shore and heavenly host." 
 
 Congratulations all extend 
 
 To him, their much respected friend; 
 
 Whose noble, open, manly face 
 
 Would banish gloom from any place ; 
 
 Who never let his left hand know 
 
 Of aught of good his right would do ; 
 
 But often said, " Nothing is small; 
 
 All things are great, for God made all. 
 
 That life," he said, ''is much like this, 
 
 I think, except that I shall miss 
 
DKIvPHINB. 41 
 
 My rheumatism over there, 
 And that, I know, I well can spare; 
 And heaven's rest will be more dear 
 For pain and loss we've suffered here." 
 
 " Since coming here I'm led to see 
 All work is honored equally 
 If honest and well done " — thus spake 
 The man of business—** and I take 
 Fresh courage, since ' the Master ' said 
 Religion and business should be wed; 
 That they are like the different strands 
 Of one strong rope ; and if it stands 
 United thus, it surely would 
 Uphold the world and make it good. 
 On church and warehouse God bestows 
 An equal blessing; and so those 
 Who work in either must believe 
 An equal recompense receive ; 
 And what is preached on Sunday must 
 On Monday be a sacred trust. 
 All service true is for the Lord, 
 And always brings its own reward." 
 
42 DKIvPHINB. 
 
 " Speaking of service," Markham said, 
 * * When but a child I often read 
 And loved the legend sweet and old 
 Of good St. Christopher, the bold, 
 Tall giant at the river's side, 
 Where flows the mighty rolling tide; 
 And neither ford nor bridge is found 
 To help the pilgrims hither bound 
 All on their way to Rome; no lack 
 The faithful find; for on his back 
 Each one St. Christopher bears o'er 
 The waters deep to farther shore. 
 Prevailed upon he could not be 
 To ever take the smallest fee 
 When to the Holy City they 
 Found help from him upon their way. 
 When in the service he'd grown old, 
 One night, as winds blew fierce and cold, 
 A plaintive voice and of a child 
 Rang out upon the air so wild : 
 ' O, dear, good Saint, I thee implore 
 To carry me the river o'er.' 
 Though weary and in need of sleep, 
 
DELPHINE. 43 
 
 Nothing could from his loved work keep 
 This faithful one; and so he takes 
 The child upon his back, and makes, 
 With staff in hand, as oft before, 
 His passage to the other shore; 
 But when mid-way the waters through 
 So very great his burden grew, 
 And heavier, till he almost sank 
 Before he reached the farther bank. 
 Great drops of sweat began to pour 
 From off his brow as ne'er before. 
 At last, with staggering footsteps, he 
 Has reached the shore, and tenderly 
 Upon the bank he places now 
 The child; when lo, around his brow 
 Beams suddenly a radiant light ! 
 The Savior of the world that night 
 He carried on his shoulders broad, — 
 The world's weight with the Son of God. 
 
 " Only a legend, but we find 
 In it a golden truth enshrined; 
 That humble service meaneth much. 
 
44 DBLPHINB. 
 
 And bringeth heaven and earth in touch ; 
 
 And he who for his fellow cares 
 
 Thus serves the Lord, though unawares. 
 
 Dearer than legend to you and me 
 
 Christ's loving wayside ministry, 
 
 Of which he bids us all partake, 
 
 The work continue for His sake 
 
 Who of His best gave to the few, 
 
 Or only one, as like unto 
 
 The lonely woman at the well, 
 
 Who straightway doth the glad news tell. 
 
 In all His weary journeyings 
 
 The word of life He always brings, 
 
 That each lone wayfarer may find 
 
 In Him a friend most wondrous kind." 
 
 " Ah, yes," then spake McColl, " and me, 
 
 Like blind Bartimseus, makes to see; 
 
 And He who at the midnight hour 
 
 To Nicodemus with such power 
 
 The truth proclaimed, shall one day greet 
 
 The whole glad world brought to His feet." 
 
 Now with these words a silence reigned 
 Until their thoughts the heights attained. 
 
DBLPHINK. 45 
 
 And then, to break the magic spell 
 
 Of thoughtfulness that on them fell, 
 
 The Master says : " There comes to me 
 
 To-night a scene most vividly 
 
 Of nature's untold grandeur vast; 
 
 An impress made while life shall last. 
 
 When through the Alps of Switzerland 
 
 We journeyed, a congenial band, 
 
 We climbed the glaciers with a guide; 
 
 To him and to each other tied 
 
 We made the slippery, steep ascent ; 
 
 But slowly, firmly as we went, 
 
 Our guide a chiseled niche would make 
 
 To place his foot, and bade us take 
 
 Great caution, and to put within 
 
 Each niche our foot where his had been; 
 
 And thus our safety guaranteed 
 
 By giving to his counsel heed. 
 
 When at the height of ice and snow 
 
 Our guide cried out, ' Now look below, 
 
 And at your right !' The great abyss 
 
 Of foaming waters seethe and hiss, 
 
 And, dashing o'er their rocky bed, 
 
DBLPHINE. 
 
 Thousands of feet beneath our tread, 
 
 A dizziness bring to the brain; — 
 
 When 'To your left, look up!' again 
 
 Our guide pealed forth; a lofty height 
 
 Of granite mountain met our sight; 
 
 Thus firm, unmovable and grand, 
 
 It seemed like grasp of unseen hand 
 
 To save us from the depths below, 
 
 "Where feet unguided else might go. 
 
 And in the midst I pondered thus: 
 
 That gulf, temptation is to us, 
 
 Whose mighty waves would overwhelm 
 
 Had we no Pilot at the helm. 
 
 The mountain at the left, God's truth, 
 
 A tower of strength to age and youth; 
 
 A sheltering rock in desert land, 
 
 A refuge that for aye shall stand. 
 
 Its depths all goodness underlies; 
 
 Its summit reaches to the skies. 
 
 To find life's goal a surety is 
 
 To place our feet where Christ placed His; 
 
 Aad in His footprints safely climb 
 
 Above the changing waves of time." 
 
DEIvPHINB. 47 
 
 The fire burns low within the grate; 
 Our social friends have lingered late; 
 And when, with slow, commanding power, 
 The clock peals forth the midnight hour, 
 The Delphine Club again adjourns; 
 Each to his separate way returns. 
 
BORROWED. 
 
 BORROWED. 
 
 The deepest thoughts ne'er find a voice 
 
 Till touched by sorrow; 
 The sweetest music on the earth 
 
 From grief we borrow. 
 
 The grandest truths that find a place 
 
 On written pages 
 Are found within or borrowed from 
 
 The Book of Ages. 
 
 The clouds that send refreshing rain 
 
 In bounteous portion 
 Give back what they have borrowed from 
 
 The mighty ocean. 
 
 Naught stands alone and separate 
 
 In full completeness; 
 The fragrant flower mast yield to uee 
 
 Its honeyed sweetness. 
 
BORROWED. 49 
 
 Ne w light from out the old-time truths 
 
 To-day is springing; 
 And echoes from the distant past 
 
 Through earth are ringing. 
 
 As it has been, so it will be, 
 
 And each to-morrow 
 From out the golden yesterdays 
 
 Makes haste to borrow. 
 
50 A LOST OPPORTUNITY. 
 
 A LOST OPPORTUNITY. 
 
 It came and went so quickly, 
 My sluggish soul saw not 
 
 The Master stand and beckoning 
 Toward one of humble lot. 
 
 And I rose not up to follow, 
 
 So slow was I to see, 
 Till the help I might have give a 
 
 Forever fled from me. 
 
 And often I am grieving, 
 And longing all in vain 
 
 For a blessed opportunity 
 That will not come again. 
 
 Dear Lord ! give Thine anointing, 
 And make mine eyes to see; 
 
 And make me swift in doing 
 The work Thou givest me. 
 
AT CHURCH. 51 
 
 AT CHURCH. 
 
 A TRUE INCIDENT. 
 
 The morning prayer was ended ; 
 
 And as the pastor read 
 Of the fullness of God's mercy, 
 
 And the loving words Christ said, 
 
 Then tenderly applied them 
 
 As a remedy for sin, 
 Lo ! at the open window 
 
 A little dove flew in. 
 
 At the pastor's feet alighted. 
 And looked up in his face, 
 
 As if with approbation ; 
 
 And sacred seemed the place. 
 
 O'er all the congregation 
 
 A solemn stillness fell; 
 Each tender heart was melted 
 
 By the calm and holy spell. 
 
52 AT CHURCH. 
 
 And then amidst the reading 
 The pastor paused and said : 
 
 May this dove be an omen 
 Of good unto us led ; 
 
 As a message to this people, 
 Sent from the Father above, 
 
 As a token of His pleasure 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 Thro' all the morning service 
 The dove as sentinel stood 
 
 By the pulpit and the altar, 
 An interpreter of good. 
 
 After the benediction, 
 Lightly flew the bird , 
 
 And rested on the shoulder 
 Of him who preached the word. 
 
 From thence upon the pulpit, 
 On the Bible perched at last ; 
 
 And gently watched the people 
 As they slowly outward passed. 
 
AT CHURCH. 53 
 
 So like the calm that follows 
 
 After the storm doth cease. 
 Comes the spirit as a dove. 
 
 With the olive-branch of peace. 
 
54 JESUS PASSED BY. 
 
 JESUS PASSED BY. 
 
 A famous man of letters sighed 
 
 O'er many a problem deep, 
 To which he'd given days of toil 
 
 And hours of needed sleep. 
 
 The only world he knew was books, 
 
 And not the world of men ; 
 Thus human pleading reached him not, 
 
 Nor human woe nor pain. 
 
 While bending o'er his weary task, 
 
 And lifting not his eye, 
 Lo 1 all unheeded and unseen 
 
 The loving Christ passed by. 
 
 And still he digged and delved to solve 
 
 Unfathomed mystery; 
 While all the throbbing world moved on, 
 
 Nor paused his work to see. 
 
JESUS PASSED BY. 55 
 
 Some fainted 'neath their burden great 
 
 For cheering words unsaid; 
 But still he plied his heavy task 
 
 With bowed and reverend head. 
 
 And dreamed not that the secret dwelt 
 
 In the multitude so vast. 
 And in the heart of grief and care 
 
 The loving Christ had passed. 
 
 The rich man counted o'er his gold, 
 And longed and grasped for more; 
 
 And every day was added gain 
 To his ever growing store. 
 
 The months and years roll swiftly by 
 
 With an unvarying speed ; 
 He never dreamed, with all his wealth, 
 
 That he was poor indeed. 
 
 And while he piled his treasures high. 
 
 And counted one by one, 
 Behold a stranger fair had passed, 
 
 The Christ had come and gone . 
 
56 JKSUS PASSED BY. 
 
 So one and all, on some task bent, 
 We look not up, but down ; 
 
 In raking earthly dust and straws 
 See not the lifted crown. 
 
 Thus blessed opportunities 
 Fail to attract the eye, 
 
 And all unheeded till we feel 
 That Jesus has passed by. 
 
SUNDAY MORNING. 57 
 
 SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 Each Sunday morn proclaims a risen Lord; 
 An oft recurring Easter day of light; 
 And o'er the quiet rural village rests 
 Heaven's sweetest benediction at the dawn 
 Of this God's holy day. 
 
 And when the sun, 
 Advancing in his course, the zenith nears, 
 The church-bell chimes call to the house of prayer. 
 No rich, no poor, but all with one accord 
 As members of one household here unite 
 In worship of the one great God of love. 
 And with the organ's ringing tones are joined 
 The voices of the worshipers in hymns 
 Wedded to tunes that shall forever live. 
 And will be sung till time shall be no more; 
 Dear ''Arlington" and ''Coronation" grand, 
 That stirred the souls of saints of long ago. 
 
58 SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 Then in petitions at the throne of grace 
 The pastor pleads for blessings on the flock : 
 Have any wandered from the fold away ? 
 Have any never known the love divine ? 
 Are any weary with their load of sin ? 
 It was for such the Shepherd gave His. life. 
 bring them back within the fold to-day, 
 To rest beneath the shadow of the Cross; 
 And evermore Thy name shall have the praise. 
 
 The Scripture reading then the silence broke : 
 " Let not your heart be troubled," came the words, 
 The blessed, tender words from John fourteen; 
 Through centuries sweet comfort have they brought 
 To souls distressed ; and to the longing heart 
 Glad promises of '' many mansions " fair. 
 
 Through panes of tinted glass the sunlight streams 
 And sheds a mellow light across the pews ; 
 Lights up with peace the face of hoary age, 
 And little children smile beneath the rays ; 
 While every face bespeaks deep gratitude 
 For blessings past and blessings of to-day ; 
 True witnesses of God's unchanging love. 
 
SUNDAY MORNING. 59 
 
 Now toward the sacred desk all eyes are turned 
 For text recorded in the Book of books ; 
 When lo, from John fourteen the pastor reads 
 Christ's words: I am the way, the truth, the life. 
 *' I am the way." No other way is known 
 Wherein earth's pilgrims safe may journey on 
 Through sorrow's night or wild temptation's storm 
 And reach at last the endless joys of home. 
 *' I am the truth." The question that of old 
 Perplexed the sages oft is answered here 
 Complete and full. Who knows the Christ knows 
 
 truth ; 
 Then doubt no more, O troubled heart, but find 
 In Him the mystery solved and be at peace. 
 " I am the life." What is so dear as life, 
 Or promise sweet as life that never ends? 
 Kich gift from Him who died but rose again, 
 And thus forever more hath power to say 
 *'I am the life." 
 
60 SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 With closing hymn of praise, 
 And with bowed heads the benediction given, 
 The people pass from out the sacred place. 
 One service less on earth for them to share ; 
 One morning nearer to the courts above; 
 A little nearer to earth's journey's end; 
 And nearer loved ones lost from sight awhile, 
 But loving still. 
 
 blessed Sabbath morn ! 
 We hail thy peaceful hours and hallowed joys ; 
 The calm that reigns o'er nature's wide domain; 
 In pleasant pastures green the cattle graze, 
 And groves are ringing with the song of birds. 
 The bending forests and the blooming fields 
 Do but show forth the wisdom and the power 
 That formed their grandeur and their beauty gave. 
 The azure sky through fleecy clouds looks down ; 
 The day-star shines and over all is peace. 
 
" THE SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDEON." 61 
 
 "THE SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDEON." 
 
 Tis night ; and the hosts of Midian 
 
 Are down in the valley asleep ; 
 Their strong men dreaming of victory — 
 
 Of glory they're waiting to reap. 
 
 Down in the valley of Jezreel, 
 
 Asleep ; and their shields and spears 
 
 Are glistening now in the moonlight, 
 With naught suggestive of fears. 
 
 With their plunder and camels about them, 
 The Midianites take their ease ; 
 
 Nor dream of approaching danger. 
 Or of God's allwise decrees. 
 
 O never did Mount Gilboa 
 
 Stand witness to such a sight ! — 
 
 To so large a host stand sentinel, 
 As on that eventful night. 
 
62 " THE SWORD OF THE IvORD AND OF GIDEON." 
 
 But now the decisive moriDent 
 
 Brings a small but conquering band ; 
 
 And over the hills and valleys 
 
 Sounds forth the startling command : 
 
 *' The sword of the Lord and of Gideon !'* 
 Rings out on the clear night air ; 
 
 With lamps and pitchers and trumpets, 
 Lo ! Israel's army draws near. 
 
 Only the faithful three hundred ; 
 
 But sufficient to scatter the foe ; 
 With God and the right in battle, 
 
 All the enemy's ranks lie low. 
 
 Behold ! the signal is given: 
 
 '* Blow ye the trumpets !" 'tis done ; 
 
 And with the strangest artillery 
 The soldiers of Gideon won. 
 
 "The sword of the Lord and of Gideon I" 
 We may hear the call to-day ; 
 
 While the sound of the Gospel trumpet 
 Peals forth to prepare the way 
 
'«THB SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDKON." 63 
 
 For the coming and for the reigning 
 
 Of the Prince of Eighteousness ; 
 For the vanquishing of all evil, 
 
 And the blessed dawn of peace. 
 
 The brave are summoned and sifted, 
 For not in numbers lies strength ; 
 
 But they whom the Lord hath chosen 
 Shall garner the harvest at length. 
 
 The few, like Gideon's army, 
 With Jehovah hath e'er sufficed ; 
 
 And the earth becomes the kingdom 
 Of our Lord and of His Christ. 
 
64 INASMUCH. 
 
 INASMUCH. 
 
 Inasmuch as time is fleeting, 
 
 And eternity is long, 
 Inasmuch as many sorrows 
 
 Intermingle with our song, 
 We would better grasp the moments, 
 
 Use them as they swiftly fly. 
 Making of them sheaves all golden 
 
 For the harvest by and by. 
 
 Inasmuch as good and evil 
 
 Wait each spirit at demand, 
 Inasmuch as many falter, 
 
 Missing oft the guiding hand, 
 We would better lend, if may be, 
 
 Our small aid while they are nigh, 
 It will help to make the reaping 
 
 Sweeter in the by and by. 
 
INASMUCH. 65 
 
 Inasmuch as 'mong life's roses 
 
 There is many an ugly thorny 
 Inasmuch as pain and pleasure 
 
 With each human soul are born, 
 We would better pluck the roses. 
 
 Though the thorns may pierce us sore, 
 We would better claim the treasures, 
 
 Make them ours forevermore. 
 
 Inasmuch as life is ever 
 
 Filled with conflicts fierce and strong. 
 Inasmuch as truth will sometime 
 
 Surely vanquish all the wrong, 
 We would better help to hasten 
 
 On the glad and joyous day; 
 It will make the resting sweeter 
 
 If we labor while we may. 
 
 Inasmuch as great achievements 
 
 Only can be won by few, 
 Inasmuch as earthly laurels 
 
 May not come to me nor you. 
 We would better do what labor 
 
 Daily meets us at each hand, 
 Nor be idly waiting ever 
 
 For some greater to command. 
 
66 INASMUCH. 
 
 Inasmuch as we have rendered 
 Good unto the least that be, 
 
 " So, indeed," says Christ the Master 
 ** Ye have done it unto Me." 
 
 What reward more great or mighty- 
 Need we ever hope to win, 
 
 If with this most gracious welcome, 
 Pearly gates we enter in ? 
 
 L„C:f V. 
 
THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 67 
 
 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 
 
 The days are so short, said the toiler ; 
 
 It's hurry and worry and fret ; 
 And the prize that waits my coming 
 
 Remains in the distance yet ; 
 There's no rest for the brain so weary, 
 
 No rest for the aching feet ; 
 But they tell me on fame's high summit 
 
 The earth-life is made complete ; 
 So I work and worry and struggle 
 
 From early morn until late ; — 
 A voice beside him spoke softly, 
 
 The Angel of Patience said "TFai<." 
 
 The days are so long, said the idler ; 
 
 This world's a dreary old place ; 
 There's nothing here worth the taking, 
 
 There's nothing but time will erase ; 
 Even my dreams bring no pleasure, 
 
 A sham is the world of mankind ; 
 
68 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 
 
 Thus idiy I wait for the ending 
 
 Of the farce where the players are blind ; 
 
 'This life is a great disappointment, 
 And failure in all things doth lurk; — 
 
 A voice beside him spoke loudly, 
 The Angel of Patience said '*TForA;." 
 
 The days are so sad, said the mourner, 
 
 The world's full of sorrow and grief; 
 All in vain do I look for the day-break, 
 
 And continually sigh for relief ; 
 No joy do I find in the spring-time, 
 
 Nor beauty in summer's full bloom ; 
 The earth is a great barren desert, 
 
 Naught'e real but death and the tomb ; 
 The clouds hang so heavy above me. 
 
 There's surely more darkness than day ; — 
 A voice beside him spoke sweetly. 
 
 The Angel of Patience said "P?^^^/." 
 
THL ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 69 
 
 The days are so full, said the faithful ; 
 
 And let them be short, sad or long, 
 I'll do the best thing that's next to me, 
 
 And cheer all my labor with song ; 
 This dear old world's full of beauty, 
 
 The harvest is fruitful and fair ; 
 In waiting and working and praying, 
 
 I surel}^ will gather my share 
 To lay at the feet of the Master 
 
 In yonder bright heavenly home ; — 
 A voice beside him spoke gladly, 
 
 The Angel of Patience said ''ComeJ^ 
 
70 WORDS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME. 
 
 WORDS MY MOTHER TAUOHT ME. 
 
 Dreaming to-night in the firelight's glow, 
 
 Sweet saintly faces come and go , 
 
 And through the years come softly stealing 
 
 The tender words my mother said, 
 As she nightly kissed and tucked me 
 Close within my trundle bed : — 
 
 " Now darkness shades the distant hills, 
 
 The little birds are hid and still ; 
 
 And we a quiet sleep may take, 
 
 For our Creator is awake." 
 
 The childlike song my spirit thrills, — 
 "Now darkness shades the distant hills;" 
 He who keeps the birds from falling 
 
 Keepeth thee through fear and pain ; 
 And then soothingly and softly 
 Comes her gentle voice again : 
 " 'Tis sweet upon my little bed 
 To think the Savior guards my head ; 
 And He a helpless child can keep 
 Through all the silent hours of sleep." 
 
WORDS MY MOTHER TAUGHT MK. 71 
 
 T backward turn the leaves and look 
 At the first pages of life's book ; 
 And now as then her words repeating : 
 " And He a helpless child can keep," 
 I^calmly rest in childhood's faith 
 
 '* Through all the silent hours of sleep." 
 
 " Now darkness shades the distant hills, 
 
 The little birds are hid and still ; 
 
 And we a quiet sleep may take, 
 
 For our Creator is awake." 
 
72 THK BENEDICTION. 
 
 THE BENEDICTION. 
 
 " Grace, mercy and peace," the pastor said, 
 
 At the close of the Sabbath day, 
 " Be with you now and evermore." 
 
 And the people went their way, 
 From Sabbath rest to week-day work ; 
 
 And I wondered if the spell 
 Of the blessed benediction given 
 
 Would guard their footsteps well 
 From dangers seen and unseen oft 
 
 That crowd a busy life ; 
 Would the blessed peace of the Master calm 
 
 The fever and the strife ? 
 
THE BBNKDICTION. 73 
 
 '' Grace, mercy and peace," three living words 
 
 Of sweetness and of power ; 
 O linger with us evermore, 
 
 As on the Sabbath hour ; 
 ''Grace," that giveth strength, when fails 
 
 The help of human hand ; 
 ''Peace," that calms the troubled heart. 
 
 Ever at Christ's command ; 
 "Mercy," that cometh from above, 
 
 Earth's weary ones to bless, 
 And spreads o'er all its healing wings, 
 
 The wings of tenderness." 
 
NOTE. 
 
 If any doubting soul shall be led to a stronger faith in 
 Christ, or the shadows be lifted from any sorrowing heart, 
 that the light of heavenly truth and love shine in, by the 
 reading of this little book, it will have fulfilled its mis- 
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 For some of the thoughts and incidents contained in 
 " Delphine " I am indebted to Kev. G-eorge H. Hepworth 
 and Bishop Breyfogel. L. A. N. 
 
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