Sy 3H. m. g-. ■tpA^Wt^ u«l PoBttia %g M. m. ^. a» Copyright 1912 By The Christopher Press Boston ra*'-] pi>2 V^ )CI.A331231 2[0 my friettb 3f[. 2J., tl|e cljief auurce of my inapitation in mtiting ttjeae paema io 31 luutngly bebtcate tt|ia little book ^e SOUL'S REALIZATION y the ceaseless, rolling ocean In the golden sands I wait For the coming §f the loved one Whom my soul has sought alway. c/^nd the breathing of the waves Foretells a tale of romance rare, He is coming soon to take me To a home most gloriously fair. He already^ hovers near* me Of his presence I'm aware And of this all new awareness Fm aware that I'm aware. Heart throbs now within my bosom Tell me tales of longed-foP love, That one day my^ own soul-lover Shall himself impart above. On the heights §f the eternal Where all souls exalted dwell I shall meet (gn^ know my loved-one cAnd all thoughts of hell dispel. In that vast supernal dreamland Where my soul has longed to roam We shall meet and sing forever Of the joys that are to come. c^ges upon ages crumble All the forms §f earth to dust But our joy lives on forever. Here, it can, it will, it must. Waves will break upon the seashore Storms will lash the ocean's ci^est, But our lives are far above this Turmoil, din, (gii3 dire unrest. For we're merged in the eternal We have met to part no more And our song shall be §f freedom Hallelujah! ever more! cTVIy^ SOUL-LOVER What is he, who is he, where is he? These words run riot in my brain, But the one great God eter- nal Has planned ^Fm explained it all. Icfie soul that is ever aspiring To the good, the noble ^nS pure, Who is lending to each weaker^ brother The aid that will make him secure Who in times §f need or great peril Is there to give strength to the weak. This is the type of the loved one, My soul eternally seeks. His soul clad in these soul-made garments Must always most beautiful be cAnd peace shall attend where his presence Is gliding o'er this faithless sea. His armour* is that ^ the Chnist man, His land is the home of the free, Oh! that there were thousands more like him, Then soon would we all be set free. He comes like the sunbeam §f morning To gladden the hearts of the sad, He lifts weary^ burdens fr»om mothers, Whose life struggle long has been hard. And when poverty enters a door- way. He's there to brush it aside. He's always wherever he's needed, This lover that I idolize. Do I know him, you ask me, you wonder? Have I seen (an^ had proof gf his deeds? Does he really exist in the body, Or can fanciful dreams thus deceive? Can aught but the Christ wear such garments? Can mortal be strong like the Christ? If so, let us see him (gn3> know him, Pray^, where does he live, blessed child? He lives, yes, he lives, in my^ soul realm. He lives in the body as well. IVe seen him, I know him, I love him, Of his deeds great and many can tell. He's here on this earth, but of it, He moves with the lowly (§n^ high, cAnd his love for all nature and creature. Is that of the holy Chr>ist man. His home's on the heights wher»e the dear ones Of earth's rarest treasures shall dwell, Where love in its purest expression Shall always the storm clouds dis- pel. His work shall be that §f uplifting, From plane unto plane shall he roam. And I shall ever be with him, "^e Universe being our home. Our* hearts beat in tune to each other, Our thoughts are as if they were one Our Hves so in harmony mingle That really it seems that we are one, Our souls when vibrating together Produce such harmonious strains. That angels cry out in glad chorus, "Great God, see thy^ work wrought in men!" Vibr^ations that long have been talked of cAre naught when compared with our love, For if aught but of God we wer»e coupled Our love should be scattered abroad, When the whirlwind of life's cease- less motion In our souls through vibration hath sway, ^55e force that sustains the emo- tions, Would sweep us austerely away. Oh! this life of the soul is a great one, How few, Ah! how few give it thought. But when life's fires are kindled with fuel Obtained from the great God above, We feel (gn^ we know our origin Was not in the world of the sense. But from depths upon depths of His Being With love we're most forcefully hurtled. His heart, life and soul mingle through us, His love centers in every^ beat. Oh! seek it and find it dear loved ones. Thy self in thine own counterpart, For life without love is delusion cAs soul without body is part. And when youVe found your soul- lover. There's nothing can cause thee to part. There are loves upon loves that we r»ead of, We hear of devotion most rare, But naught is a love but the soul- love, So heed it my soul, and beware. o4nd when in that haven of dream- land Thy soul seeks expression through thee, Beware lest thou slight the intru- sion. For God in his mercy shall care. ^Be Great God that governs this soul life Has planned ^id> prepared each a mate, And knows when the thoughts are unequal Or knows when the qualities grate, cAnd when he finds perfecTt com- munion In souls that are near to their fate, He weds them (gTz^ sends them this message. That God is eternally great. Through this knowledge we mount up to Heaven Our pinions ar>e centered on high, cAnd here in this bright, fairy^ dreamland, If you should look up bye and bye. You'll see us, this perfecSl soul-lover, Whose life blood with mine inter- blends, And join in the angelic chorus, "Great is God, good and noble (gS^f grand." DEAR HEART Sweet heart, dear heart, Come nestle close to my bosom, ^ Lean heavily thy head on my breast And know that entirely devotion Shall ever attend thee to rest. When slumber comes not to your pillow, When sorrow sits dark on your brow. Remember that ever Til love you, Yea, all through eternity^, I trow. Your sweetness grows day by day sweeter*, Your spirit grows ever more dear, So try blessed one, for your lover To drive the dark clouds from your brow. Forgive me if even I've grieved thee, cIMake haste to undo all the past. That might mayhap hold a slight glimmer Of negligence fancied or fashioned. cMy heart ever beats true to thine dear, My soul ever comes to thy call, Then why any dismal foreboding, Should enter or threaten to scrawl cA word, thought, or deed that could hamper This love so sublime, so serene. Believe me, I love you, I love you! O! loved one, love me, (gH^ that's all. ^e SOUL'S CONSOLATION y^ soul, why weepest thou? Knowest thou not in God's glad morning c/^11 will turn to golden hue, And life will seem all the brighter Fop the sorrows that came to you. Be patient ^n3 faithful and striving Each day to do some greater^ good, And all will seem bright in life's morning, When day dr^eams have really come true. For coming they are without warn- ing, All darkness will flash into light, And fragrant will seem each flower That blossomed and grew in the night. God's children ar»e each day more dear, pet, And each flower more beautiful grows, If cultivated first in the darkness, For then it shall need no repose. 'gfi'e soul flower* that knows naught but day^light Could ne'er stand earth's one chilly blast, So thank God (gi?^ welcome the darkness. That you in this way may be blessed. k His counsel is here eveP ready To guide (§n3 protecSl y^ou from harm So go bravely forward and trust it cAnd strengthen each comrade, dear one. Our lives are made up gf the ocean Of infinite waves of the sea, Of life's ever deepening emotions Proclaiming for freedom from sin. But sin is not always commission, Omission as well plays a paPt So pray to be ever* delivered From such in each deed ^ the heart. Life's blessings come not from the pleasures That we, to ourselves have (gTiSf hold. But rather in helping some brother. To lovingly enter the fold. Christ's way was not sunshine (gn3i roses, Yet, he in his wisdom did wend The way to the Eternal City, That we may point out to a friend. So weary not dear, in well doing, Be patient, vivacious and bright, And some day you'll enter the gate- way, Where all is eternally bright. cA VERSE n the gar*den of my^ soul y^ou shall play dear*, In the strength ^ my love you shall shine, cAnd when all has been radiantly finished Your* life shall enthralled be in mine. DEC 12 1S12 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 015 988 880