The Triumph 
 . . . OF Right 
 
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THE TRIUMPH 
 . . . OF RIGHT 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 The Triumph of Right ^ 
 
 Toilers ^^ 
 
 It will All be Right in the Morning 17 
 
 A Temperance Song *^ 
 
 Life's Rennaisance ^ 
 
 All for Christ ** 
 
 If Your Lord Should Come To-night 22 
 
 The Sun Behind the Clouds 24 
 
 Humble Nobility *5 
 
 Every Day ^ 
 
 1 Thank Him ^^ 
 
 Between The Lights 3° 
 
 Comparisons 32 
 
 The two Soldiers 34 
 Thy Way and Mine 
 
 38 
 
The Triumph of Right. 
 
THE TRIUMPH OF RIGHT. 
 
 God made the man! And gave him opportunities as vast 
 
 And possibilities as great 
 As those with which He others bless'd in all the past, 
 
 In either home, or Church, or state; 
 Nor 'cross his path threw obstacles which he could not surmount; 
 
 Nor hedged him in with tliornied wards 
 That prick'd the blood; nor hid He Irom his search true 
 Wisdom's fount 
 
 That treasure yields while still she guards. 
 
 Across the sky, on his birth-night, no horoscope was cast 
 That doomed him e'er to sLve, and curse 
 
 The Fate that gave him to his mother's breast, to which, close- 
 She pressed, at which she gave him nurse. [ fast, 
 
 The days sped on their lonely course, — for, (leetful as they are. 
 
 They needs must solitary go 
 Their silent and interminable way; nor sun, nor star 
 
 Shed light upon their ceaseless flov/, — 
 And his life grew, as columns reai" their stately forms unto 
 
 Their capitals. Act, motive, thought, 
 In character were piling up themselves, nor could undo 
 
 The work they wrought, tho Judgment fraught. 
 
' The Triumph of Right. 
 
 Base Passion, tho it hid but illy all the ills it brought 
 
 To victims of its t:lam'rous sway. 
 Invited him to walk it's giddy heights of pleasure; sought 
 
 To draw his soul its dcathful way, 
 It painted joys and promised pleasures, fairer far to thought 
 
 Than he had dreamed, to keep hie heart's 
 Affection from the lovely things Christ's death had bought, 
 
 Unlimned by skill of this world's arts. 
 
 True Wisdom, pleading, tho to ears already wooed and won, 
 
 Sought to unveil snares deftly set: 
 Then warned in love; and, still in love, it snatched the soul 
 
 The threshold of the deathless Death. [upon 
 
 There Wisdom strove with Passion, an immortal soul to gain! 
 
 While Heav n and hell with gaze intent 
 Watched which would win, the one revealing, one concealing, 
 
 Would lend their aid which way he went. [ fain 
 
 While he, upon foundation frail of unbelief, now leaned 
 
 To Passion's side; then Wisdom's light 
 Unveiled th' Abyss that he might see a moment harvests gleaned 
 
 From sins once sown: nothing but blight! 
 It poisoned those on whom it grew, and only grew that they 
 
 Might sow in kind again and reap. 
 So dreadful was the sight it cast a shadow o'er the day! 
 
 It was relief that he might weep. 
 And pray to God ( who then revealed Himself in Wisdom's face 
 
 And Wisdom was but Mercy, seen 
 In that dark hour, ) that He would grant, chro His most loving 
 
 And gracious love, pardon foi sin. [ grace 
 
 When, lo! Into that face a look of radiant glory came, 
 
 So fair, so infinitely bright. 
 
The Triumph of Right. 9 
 
 It made the dark, ignoble past of his so shamelcss^shame 
 Seem still more dark seen in its liglit. 
 
 He saw his real self! Was melted, grieved, and feared to look 
 
 Into the face of One whom he 
 Had almost spurned; but who, with strong and tender grasp, 
 
 His trembling hand and said: trust me. [ now took 
 His hand was scarred ; His brow thorn-marred where riv'n by 
 
 So, too, those feet on which He sped [murd'rous hate 
 In love profound and weariness t' perform His mission great: 
 
 That He might save from Death the dead! 
 
 "My Lord! My God!" He dared not even speak the silent pray'r 
 That welled up from his ravished heart: 
 
 " Forgive! Redeem! " Then he, w'.ilc bowing low and tears fell 
 For life and death, "the belter part." [fast, chose there, 
 
 With heart renewed thro faith, by faith made strong for any task, 
 
 He starts a'resh to fill his place 
 In life, assured that means would be vouchsafed to all that ask 
 
 To triumph over Sin thro Grace, 
 
 Surprised, he found tliat all men do not help each other on 
 
 T'ward better lives! That love of self 
 Ruled in the world that Christ's unselfishness to death had won 
 
 From Satan's toils; and that, for pelf, 
 Men wrecked health, home and reputation, e'en their hope of 
 
 That covetousnes9 k lew no bound [Heav'n. 
 
 At which it stopped, short of the limit of the Law; and then 
 
 A way to circumvent that found. 
 
10 The Triumph of Right. 
 
 Greed grew more grasping as its skill in gaining grew; and Man 
 
 God-like in fonii, God-like endowed, 
 Had fall'n so low, he could not sec, much less attain, God's plan, 
 
 And was of his debasement proud. 
 "Gold! naught but Gold! 'Tis that alone supplies our need! Give 
 
 And )'0u may have wliat tlse you \.ill," [ Gold! 
 
 Became the cry! Affection, inieilect, their j^?</jr they sold 
 
 This bottomless abyss to fill. 
 "Success is King! Be thou successful or be damned! Confess 
 
 That he alone is bless'd who wins 
 By right or wrong, by thrift or theft, the tokens of success! 
 
 'Tis he alone who fails that sins!" 
 
 Gold-bought Economists (?) said "competition is the way 
 
 To stimulate the Lfe of Trade." 
 Unmindful that it is a Juggernaut to wound and slay 
 
 The lab'rer by whom v/calth ii made. 
 It piled upon th' already burdened bearer of Life's load, 
 
 The need to pay a "dividend" 
 From Poverty's poor pittance, wliich it turned into a goad 
 
 To drive I>im, or itself defend. 
 'T was pitiful ( or ludicrous ) their concern t'alleviate 
 
 The suff 'rings that their system brought 
 To those who toiM But jot nor tittle mitht tl-.ey deviate 
 
 So "sure is char.ge v/ith danger fraught." 
 
 O God ! That men should get so far above their kind by wealth. 
 
 That 'tis a condescension, when 
 They give to others, cold and hungry, what they took oy itea'.th, 
 
The Triumph of Right. 11 
 
 Demanding its return aijain. 
 
 It staggered him! That God, whom he had seen in Mercy's guise, 
 
 Should so far lose control of those 
 Whom He had made, that they, for whom Christ died, might 
 
 His handy-work! And Vengeance rose [ e'en despise 
 In him to smite the minions of the evil power whose lies 
 
 Had brought on man his many woe;, 
 When suddenly he felt th'rcsti'aining hand that once haa thrust 
 
 Him from the mouth of Hell; and heard 
 The voice that once had bidden trust, bade him again to trust 
 
 Tho Justice spenied to be deferred. 
 
 " Be still! O soul," He said, "be still and true, tho nations fall! 
 
 The Ri.o'ht and not th'* \Vronpf shnll gain 
 The age-long fight for rulership o'er all the Karth. The call 
 
 For help 'gainst Wrong is not in vain! 
 Time still is young! And in th.e a^ons that shall after be, 
 
 The centuries in which the Cght 
 Was waged, 'twixt Darkness an(i the Light, shall end! and all 
 
 They were but hadiri' to the bright [men see 
 
 And beauteous reign of that Diviner Justice which, with Mercy 
 
 Reveals I he 1 ove of Deity! [blent, 
 
 And men shall learn that Happiness and Wisdom both are sent 
 
 To those who keep Truth in sincerity. 
 Do right, O soul! Whatever wrongs thou sufferest, be assured ' 
 
 That all I'll righten or repay! 
 Trust thou in Me! For Wrong by wrong has never yet been cured. 
 
 My Truth, Jly Right, shall win My Way!" 
 
12 The 1 riumph of Risht. 
 
 With faith renewed and hope rekindled by these words, he read 
 
 Once nidre.the record of the Past. 
 He saw the stream of Profifress was from unseen sources fed; 
 
 Each Age grew nobler than the last. 
 
 He saw that Greed of Nations, as of one man, overreached 
 
 Itself; their funeral fires gfave light 
 Upon the way to brcjader, higher Dentin}', and impeached 
 
 Their love of Justice and of Right. 
 
 The greed for Gain thnt sacrificed the good of other men, 
 
 E'er petrified the lieart; and left 
 Its victims joyless with their peace-bought gains; and often then 
 
 Of riches and of hetirt bereft. 
 
 The sycophant thtt bowed the knee unto the creature of a day, — 
 
 Basking in supercilious smile?, — 
 Learned, by sad steps, ihnt vanity a poor reward can pay 
 
 To those deluded by its wiles. 
 
 The devotee cf Pleasure, who, the while, seemed rich in joy, 
 
 Learns, oft alas! when 'tis too late, 
 That Pleasure is a phantom; close-pursued it will decoy 
 
 Its victims to a joyless fate. 
 That men who strive, at sacrifice of principle, to gain 
 
 The world's applause, find in their shame, 
 That it discards, in scorn, all those v/ho fail, and fain 
 
 Their follies on the hills proclaim. 
 
 In fine, the wheels of Progress ever onward, upward move 
 
 By laws unchangeable; and men, 
 In spite of false and foolish steps, will, in the future, prove 
 
 That Right is Might, and Good is Gain! 
 
13 The Triumph of Right, 
 
 In God's own time (God's time is men's when they th' conditions 
 
 He will unfold His grand design [ meet) , 
 
 Approved by men: the circle of his being, made complete, 
 
 Concentric with the Life Divine. 
 Man, — finite in attainments, being limitless to move 
 
 By steps, t'ward God's Infinity,— 
 Shall ever grow in power to know and be; himself shall prove 
 
 The scion of Divinity! 
 
 Success in his Divine pursuits has never yet been gained 
 
 By false ways, with which Earth is rife; 
 Nor by the fear of failure and his fellow's scorn; nor chained 
 
 Upon infernal wheels of strife 
 By need to drive the gaunt wolf from the door, while loved ones 
 
 For shelter from the driving storms; [ call 
 
 But each shall choose that course, which, best for each, is best 
 
 And e'er to Right and Truth conforms. [for all' 
 
 Each seeks the good of others; knov/s that God will not forget 
 
 The ills of all men to retrieve. 
 Men then shall learn that greater is the joy to give than get; 
 
 Each giving, so shall each receive; 
 Receiving, each shall have to give agam; nor any fret 
 
 Because of needs he can't relieve. 
 
 God's Right is man's! And only as God's Right in each prevails 
 
 Can all, only, rejoice in Right. 
 So long as A^an is pleased with Wrong, so long the race travails 
 
 For issue that shall love the Light. 
 
 That time will come! The genesis of Goodness and the Truth 
 (Begot of God) prophetic is 
 
14 The Triumph of Right. 
 
 That th,s world yet shall witness f^^^^ "^ "^^ 
 
 Nor wrong mar its perfected bh.s. 
 X, „ay be that thehlood of seU-crowned monarchs n.ust be spUt. 
 Mingled with that of sele.sn.en ^^.^^ 
 
 Who gave themselves as --'--j^X^^'^ewhen! 
 The Right prevail somenuw, 
 
 ..nd so with deep,";:;:;:;;:^^^;^^^ ^^-^ 
 
 Should each toil on; and -^n 1. J^-^; ^^^ ^,,d 
 
 The Truth he lives, loves, labors for, will still live , 
 The clamors that from Error nse; 
 
 1 he ianc^lin^ of false voices that proclaim the need 
 ^^ That God shall g^ude e'en those an g^U 
 Who seek the Truth. Tney willnot find the cure of Wr g 
 Or Right or W rong in passion s ligl-t. t 
 
 „, Shan be changed, And H.h-.„us„e. sha,Un i.s power sub- 
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TOILERS. 
 
 The good of all is the good of each! 
 And he who learns must another teach, 
 That all are weak unless each is strong! 
 And only th' Right can conquer the Wrong. 
 
 I looked around on the sons of men, 
 On mountain bleak, and in loamy glen*. 
 They toiled all day and schemed all night. 
 And gave their lives that by wrong or right 
 They might gain gold, their only delight. 
 
 The strong devoured the weak at his side; 
 The meek were crushed at behest of pride; 
 The honest by dishonest controlled; 
 The poor by the rich were bought and sold. 
 
 'Tis not honest work that true men scorn! 
 
 For of all men unhappy, forlorn, 
 
 Tis the one compelled to idle be! 
 
 Tis he who works from choice that is free. 
 
 The sun still rose and the sun still set, 
 The rain still fell and the earth was wet. 
 That unjust men, like the ju?t, might reap; 
 But boih alike ina;t in sorrow weep. 
 
irf "i 'V ■ 
 
 24 Toilers 
 
 The truth i?, ever, the man that works, 
 Who never from usefnl labor shirks, 
 Is the one that gets the most out of hfe, 
 And has most joy 'midst its sorrows rife. 
 They only learn the secret of peace 
 Who trust in God and from striving cease. 
 Who labor on to be good and true, 
 Shall find each day God's mercies are new 
 Who ri-ht will do will better the world. 
 And 'round it Freedom's flag be unfurled! 
 In spite of «vrongs we sulTer from now, 
 God's Right will win in the end, I trowl 
 And sighs of grief and tears of sorrow 
 Be hushed and dried, some glad tomorrow. 
 
 The good of all is the good of each! 
 And he who learns must another teach. 
 That all are weak unless each is strong! 
 And only th' Right can conquer the Wrong. 
 
LIFES RENNAISANCE 
 
 Have you wandered in the woodland at the Spring:time of the year, 
 
 When the giant trees, not leafed, lift their branches as in pray'r ; 
 
 When the Fall leaves seem a winding-sheet, the Earth a peaceful 
 
 bier; 
 And all Nature moans a requiem for the dead things buried there? 
 How the fleetingness of mundane things is witnessed everywhere' 
 And you sigh, as if in pity, for the brief, tho bright, career 
 Of the leaves and flow'rs and grasses chat once made the bleak 
 
 Earth fair. 
 And you sigh again rememb'ring how the hopes that were most dear 
 Have been bitten by the frost-breath: 'reft of all their beauty rare. 
 Or been scorch'd and all be-withered in Life's sunshine's heat and 
 
 glare. 
 
 But if you observe more closely v/here the leaves have lightly blown. 
 
 When the sunshine and the showers of the Springtime fall once 
 
 more, 
 You will see, —but O, so timidly their faces will be shown, — 
 
 A forget-me-not, a daisy, or a viole*^ as of yore; 
 And you're glad when you remember Spring is Life when Death 
 
 is o'er. 
 So our aspirations, those that grieved us most when they ha'l flown, 
 
 In Eternity's blest Springtime shall revive and fade no more; 
 In the Summer-land eternal where the f'-ost breath is unknown, 
 
 They shall live and leaf and blossom as they never have before. 
 
 For the Winters of our lives shall then forevermore be o'er! 
 
A TEMPERANCE SONG. 
 
 While christians sit with folded hands, and sing and pray and shout, 
 
 And argue much on theories they dont l£no\v much about, 
 
 An enemy there is whose skill and strength they liave confessed, 
 
 Whose zeal for what he call " his rights " is good for any test. 
 
 He puts those men in office who his interests will serve, 
 
 And watches every moment lest from tliena they dare to swerve. 
 
 'Tis true he's sending men to hell, by hundreds, eveiy day. 
 
 But christians by their helplessness are helping thera that way. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Awal^e! Arise! ye men who taUc about the might of Right! 
 Tlie God of Truth still reigns, and leads all those who trust His Might 
 The blood of thousands, who to drinks accursad power fall prey. 
 Will God require of christians at the last, great Judgment-day! 
 
 To license Evil is to share the evils in its train! 
 
 As sharing with a thief malces thieves of those who share his gain. 
 
 And that's " temperance " voters do, v/ho talk of it by rote, 
 
 But do not back their platitudes when called upon to vote. 
 
 Commend to me the men who do what Conscience says is rii^ht! 
 
 And even when the cause seems lost, bravely keep up the fight; 
 
 Who scorn the blcody revenue the liquor license pays. 
 
 And votes as well and wisely as he shouts and sings and prays. 
 
A Temperance Song, 19 
 
 The ' 'temperance" of temperance folks Just makes saloon-men laugh I 
 And to such folly, in their glee, another toast they quaff; 
 For "resolutions'" do not count for ballots in this fight: 
 It will not hurt their "business" tho they pas3 them day and night 
 But how they'd twist and wriggle if the temperance folks would say 
 "Saloons must go! We're in the fight to vote just as we pray," 
 They'd respect "the better element" as they never yet have done, 
 And millions bless the day the light for Right was grandly wool 
 
 A F'ragmant 
 
 He leadeth His flock like a shepherd, 
 
 And carries the lambs is Hla arm»5 
 He leadeth on by the waters of quietness, 
 And in the pastures of lovSt 
 When shades of Life's evening coraeth, 
 
 Protecting from night that aUwiaf 
 He leadeth them still ihjo the gateg that arebcamiful 
 Safe to His fold Bbovo. 
 
IT WILL ALL BE RIGHT IN THE 
 MORNING 
 
 Tho the night be dark and the storm-clouds low'r; 
 Tho lightnings flash and the thunders roar; 
 Tho temptations surge all around and o'er, 
 
 God will make all ri;jht, in the morning! 
 
 God will make all right in the morning! 
 In the bright Eternal morning! 
 Trust Him thro the night, He will give thee light, 
 At the dawn of the Heavenly morning! 
 Tho the night is long and the v/orld is bleak; 
 Tho thy burdens groat and thy strength is weak; 
 There's a crown for all who are true and meek. 
 
 Till the dawn of the golden morning. 
 There are griefs to deep to e'er be expressed; 
 There are wronfjs by none but our God redressed; 
 There are sighs in the heart that must be supressed: 
 They will all be o'er in the morning. 
 
 Let this promise cheer thee, O fainting one! 
 Till the toil and grief of the night are done; 
 Till Life's battle's fought and its vict'iy's won: 
 God v/ill make all right, in the niorningl 
 
ALL FOR CHRIST. 
 
 TUNE - - SAVED TO SERVE 
 
 All for Christ! our motto is! 
 
 He is ours and we are His! 
 
 Saved by Him, His love we tell, 
 
 Id His presence ever dwell. 
 Chorus. 
 
 All for Christ! His praise we sing! 
 
 All for Christ! We crown Him King! 
 
 All for Christ! Who for us died! 
 
 All for Christ! In Him abide! 
 
 All for Christ! From day to day! 
 AH we are is His for aye! 
 Nothing as our own v/e claim, 
 All we hold is " in His Name. " 
 All for Christ! O blessed Lord! 
 We will ever trust His Word; 
 Follow Hi5 divine command. 
 O'er the sea and o'er the land. 
 All for Christ! Lord, keep us true, 
 In whate'er we say or do; 
 While we speed the gospel call: 
 All for Christ! And Christ for all! 
 
IF YOUR LORD SHOULD COME TO-NIGHT! 
 
 Is there light you should shed on some darkened path, 
 
 Ere Life's day shall end in night? 
 Are there hearts that are saddened by Satan's pow'r, 
 
 Which you might with joy make bright? 
 Is there seed to be sown, or ripe sheaves to bring, 
 
 To the Saviour's harvest-home? 
 Is there work to be done in His service sweet 
 
 Ere the end of service come? 
 
 Ij: If your Lord should come to-nightl :|| 
 
 Would your work be done. 
 
 All the good seed sown; 
 If your Lord should come to-night? 
 
 Are there those who should learn from your lips the life. 
 
 Of a Saviour kind and true? 
 How He rame to the earth full of sin and grief, 
 
 Bringing God's great love to view? 
 How He left the high throne of His glorious pow'r. 
 
 To assume a servant's place? 
 How He died on the cross, from sin's dark domain. 
 
 To redeem a fallen race? 
 
 ||: If your Lord should come to-nightl :|| 
 
 Have you told the story. 
 
 Of His death and glory. 
 If your Lord should come tonight? 
 
// your Lord Should Come To-nightl 23 
 
 It may be some soul would accept your Lord, 
 
 Hearing what He's done for you; 
 And would yield, gladly yield to the gracious power 
 
 Of the Saviour, kind and true? 
 O how sad it would be if you told them not 
 
 Ere your bark has crossed the bar; 
 And the crown that you take for your Saviour-King 
 
 Should not bear a single star! 
 
 II : If your Lord should come to-night! :|[ 
 
 Have you won one gem 
 
 For His diadem, 
 If your Lord should come to-night? 
 
 When he comes in His power with angelic hosts 
 
 And the trump's momentous sound; 
 When the thrones are set in the Judgment morn, 
 
 In the silence then profound; 
 Will he find that the gifts that were loaned to you, 
 
 Have by faithful use made gain? 
 Or will you be declared to your trust untrue. 
 
 When your Lord shall come to reign? 
 
 II : If your Lord should come to-nightl :|| 
 
 Would Eternity 
 
 Dawn in peace to thee, 
 If your Lord should come to-night? 
 
THE SUN BEHIND THE CLOUDS. 
 
 The clouds that roll up l:ke the billows of night, 
 
 And cover the face ot tiie sun, 
 A shadow may cast on the Earth that is bright, 
 
 Ere the labor of daytime is done. 
 Sut the clouds float away with the storm in its might, 
 
 That bro't them full into the sky; 
 The sun la his might, and glory, is bright. 
 
 When they have gone sullenly by. 
 
 So, over the sky in the daytime of Life, 
 
 The clouds may portentously pile, 
 And darken the heart with their shadows of strife, 
 
 And Life's labor pause for awhile. 
 But God is tlie Sun of the spirit's bright day. 
 
 And .steadfast, tho clouds roll between; 
 The clouds pass away, but His shadowless ray 
 
 More bright and still constant is seen. 
 
HUMBLE NOBILITY, 
 
 Do swallows skimming o'er the sunlit waves, 
 
 Now rising, falling, flitting here and there. 
 Now darting, circling 'round in graceful curves, 
 
 Then pausing, poising, playful in raid air, 
 Less free and gladsome feel because the thrill 
 
 Of soaring Heaven-high on pinions fleet 
 They know not, as the eagle, strong-winged, spurns 
 
 The tempest, impcHent beneath his feet ? 
 
 Do cat-birds darting round from bough to bough 
 
 In very gladness of the shining sun, 
 That simply sing their one plain little song, 
 
 Because, indeed, they only have the one, 
 Less gladly sing, because they can't prolong 
 
 In variant strains their simple monolay, 
 Like nightingales that in the twihght haze 
 
 Now loud, now low, sing tender songs or gay? 
 
 Are souls less noble tho' they may not rise 
 
 Above the simple duties of the sphere 
 In which they learned to know that God is good? 
 
 Are their lives mean and groveling, dark and drear, 
 Because they have not wings on which to soar; 
 
 Content to live upon this earthly clod, 
 Nearer the heart of things most justly prij;ed, 
 
 Nearest the Nature that is nearest-God? 
 
EVERY DAY. 
 
 (With such acknowledgements as the reader may think are 
 
 demanded by the appropriation of the meter of 
 
 the poem entitled " Every Year. ") 
 
 We may help make this world better, 
 
 Every day! 
 We may help break some bouI fetter, 
 
 Every day! 
 We may bring a smile of gladness 
 Into faces filled with sadness, 
 Even save »ome soul from madness, — 
 
 Every day; 
 
 We may drive away earth's sorrow, 
 
 Every day!« 
 We may light from heaven borrow, 
 
 Every day! 
 For the shadows sin is bringing. 
 And across our pathways flinging. 
 May be banished by Faith's singing. 
 
 Every day! 
 
Every Day. 27 
 
 There are souls that further wander, 
 
 Every day! 
 Seeming not their course to ponder, 
 
 Any day. 
 O, 't is sad to hear them jesting. 
 In deceitful hopes they're resting, 
 Seeming not to fear the testing 
 
 Of THAT day. 
 
 We may offer men salvation. 
 
 Every day. 
 And reveal God's nev*r creation. 
 
 Every day. 
 We, to His blessed vk^ill conforming, , 
 He, our hearts with His love warming, 
 Heaven itself on earth aie forming, 
 
 Every day. 
 
THANKSGIVING. 
 
 I thank Him for fhe shadowed way, 
 
 That led thro the vale of sorrow, 
 
 I thank for the star's mild ray 
 
 That tokens a brighter morrow. 
 
 1 thank Hira for the chastening rod, 
 My truant steps recalling; 
 
 I thank Him, wuea rough ways I trod, 
 His hand prevented falling. 
 
 1 tbank Him that His grace has ne'er 
 Been less than need demanded; 
 
 I thank Him for my life's full share 
 Of duties — love-commanded. 
 
Thanksgiving, 29 
 
 I thank Him for the light's surprise 
 
 That burst thro clouds impending; 
 
 And that amidst earth's battle cries, 
 Came promised care defending. 
 
 I thank Him that the joys he sent 
 
 Came when they most were needed; 
 
 And even at the open grave 
 
 Came grace for which I pleaded. 
 
 I thank Him that when thirsty, faint, 
 
 For me the rock was riven; 
 And that to hunger's pleading plaint. 
 
 The Bread of Life was given. 
 
 I thank Him that the burden's borne. 
 Were rich with compensation; 
 
 That He made bright the way, well-worn," 
 By smile's illumination. 
 
 I thank Him for the thankfulness 
 
 That fills my soul: love's leavenl 
 
 And that I trust Hira still to bless 
 
 In life and death and Heaven I 
 
BETWEEN THE LIGHTS 
 
 When daylight fades into the quiet gloaming, 
 
 And timid stars peep thro their azure robes; 
 When truant Fancy thro the Past is roammg, 
 
 And then Into the Future vainly probes; 
 I hear iha voices of the loved departed, 
 
 And conjure up tlie scenes together spent.- 
 The dear old days when we were tender-hearted,— 
 
 The sweet old paths where we together went. 
 Chorus. 
 
 Between the lights, when the sun has set 
 
 And the twinkling stars appearing; 
 When the bright, sweet flow'rs with the dew are wet. 
 
 And the mists from my eyes are cleanng; 
 1 sit and think of the day and the days. 
 
 That are into the Past fast fading; 
 And the days to come, with their glad, sad lays, 
 
 And their light and their darkness shadmg. 
 And then of the Day when mysterious ways 
 Shall be seen in the light unfading! 
 
Between the Lights 31 
 
 Those days will not return iho they are bidden; 
 
 We cannot now the joys of youth recall; 
 We cannot pierce the future, that is hidden 
 
 Save to the eyes of Kim who sees it all; 
 But, O, the days and waysof life's brig;ht morning, 
 
 Can tinge with rosy hues the dark to-day; 
 And Faith can trust, where Doubt gives only warning 
 
 That God, who leads us ever, knows the way. 
 
 The sorrows of the yesterdays are vanished, 
 
 Their tears were dried by loving hands at night ; 
 The cares of this day at this hour are banished, 
 
 And those to come shall be by Faith made light. 
 Both Past and Future merjce into the Present, 
 
 Their joys and sorrows, both, my God commands 
 And in this quiet hour by Hope made pleasant, 
 
 I know that all my times are in His hands. 
 
COMPARISONS 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 What foundations are to buildings. 
 What the rootlet to the tree; 
 
 What the sunlight is to fruitage; 
 What things are to those to be; 
 
 What are purposes to actions, 
 What the means are to the end; 
 
 What are hopes to their fulfilment,— 
 
 ., That is faith to thee, O friend. 
 
 YOUTH. 
 
 What the dawn is to the noonday; 
 
 What the bud is to the flow'r; 
 What the Springtime is to Summer, 
 
 What a moment to an hour; 
 What the streamlet to the river. 
 
 Grown by many showers rife, — 
 Still the same' but ever changing,— 
 
 That is Youth to after life. 
 
Comparisons. 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 What the seedtime is to harvest, 
 
 What the tide-beach to the sea; 
 What beginnings are to endings, 
 
 What the sapling to the tree; 
 What things are when seen but dimly, 
 
 To the same seen face to face; 
 What part is it to all completed, — 
 
 That is Life to Heaven, by grace. 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 What the crown is to its winning, 
 
 What the vict'ry to the fight; 
 What the end to the beginning, 
 
 What the dawn is to the night: 
 What are havens to the voyage, 
 
 After dangers aU are f)assed. 
 What the answer to the problem, — 
 
 That is Heaven to Life, at last. 
 
 LofC. 
 
TWO SOLDIERS. 
 
 THE COMRADE OF THE KING. 
 
 O, with dash and clash to the bloody fray, 
 
 Went the comrade of the King! 
 on the field his shield that was burnished, gay, 
 
 Made defiant, ready ring. 
 And the Hood of blood that around him ran, 
 
 Plea'^ed him more than mountain nils; 
 While resounds the sounds of the daring clan, 
 That will give or t.-ike a man for man. 
 
 While daylight lasts on the hills. 
 
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 In the rush and crush of their maddened bout, 
 
 With its whirr and whirl and wheel. 
 There's no tho't for aught but the glorious rout, — 
 
 With the foeman 'neath his heel. 
 He forgets regrets, cis he plies his trade. 
 
 For the kindred of the foe; 
 VVho forlorn will mourn in the twilight shade 
 For the victims of his murderous blade, 
 
 That rejoices in their woe. 
 
 And the roar of more than a hundred guns, 
 
 Seemed to silence pity's plea; 
 . And the rifle stifled the heart if once 
 
 It demanded sympiathy! 
 He with shout of rout onward rushed a flood, 
 
 And his path was strewn with gore; 
 And he slept, nor wept for the stream of blood, — 
 Grimly slept with th' dead who the field bestud, — 
 
 When the fearful fight was o'er. 
 
 But the cries and sighs of the conquered van 
 
 Shall in silence die away; 
 And the cheers and jeers of the conq'ring clan 
 
 Shall be ended, too, some day. 
 And the king shall fling to the earth the crown 
 
 Where their foes in glee they cast, 
 And both strife and life he shall soon lay down 
 In the narrow grave with his false renown, 
 
 Where his victims lay at last. 
 
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 II 
 
 THE COMRADE OF THE CHRIST. 
 To the fight for right to the bloodless fray 
 
 Went the comrade of tbe Christ. 
 Not in gay array, nor with tmmpet's bray, 
 
 Nor with valor money-priced. 
 He, the strong 'gainst wrong, o'er the world-wide field 
 
 Sought the wide world's good complete. 
 'Tis in strife for life, not for death, he wields 
 The keen sword ot truth, till his foeman yields 
 
 Finding victory in defeat. 
 
 For the world that whirled in its mad career, 
 
 He had only pity, love; 
 Not renown or crown, that would bring a tear 
 
 To an angel bent above. 
 And with tears, not jeers, he pursued his way 
 
 On his mission of sweet peace; 
 Not to slave the brave was the fight that day, — 
 Not to kill, but give the true life for aye, — 
 
 And from Wrong to bring release. 
 
 E'en the foe shall know that the one who won, 
 
 (If he learns it not before) 
 Fought the fight for Right, till at last the sun 
 
 Had gone down to rise no more. 
 For this soldier shoulders a cross, not a gun! 
 
 And he utters prayers, not cheersl 
 
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 And be pleads and bleeds in the cause of one 
 Who has bled and died that all men might shun 
 The false ways that end in tears. 
 
 And at last when passed thro the gates of the grave, ' 
 
 To the land where reig:neth peace, 
 Where the king shall bring all His comrade brave. 
 
 And from strife shall give surcease; 
 At His call shall all, who've been tried and true 
 
 And are purged from sin and dross, 
 Have a place by grace near their Leader, whom 
 They have loved and served all the long way thro, 
 
 As the heroes of the cross. 
 
THY WAY AND MINE 
 
 I 
 
 Choose Thou my way for me! 
 E'en tho it dark may be, 
 I still will trust in thee,i 
 And follow cheerfully: — 
 Choose Thou my way! 
 
 Comrade and kin may scorn, 
 Ways of false pleasures shorn; 
 I shall not be forlorn 
 If Thou that way adorn; — 
 Choose Thou my way! 
 
 Battles may greet me there; 
 Losses that I must bear; 
 Crosses be everywhere; 
 Grant grace! my only pray'r, 
 And choose my way. 
 
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 Still Thy way will, I know, 
 With joys abundant flow, — 
 Joys e'er unmixed with woe — 
 And with- Thy light shall glow; 
 1 choose Thy way I 
 
 Vict'ries that grace can give 
 On life's love's battle-field; 
 In them Thou art my shield, 
 Aod aU my wounds are healed: 
 I choose Thy way! 
 
 Time flieth ever fasti 
 Battles and victories vast, — 
 Earth's joys and griefs, — ail past, 
 Give place to Heaven at last, 
 Where eads Thy way! 
 
BY WAY OF LACNIAPPE. 
 
 The dark Is th' other side of the light, 
 
 And silence the pause of sound; 
 And hate is the backward recoil of love, 
 
 At either extreme profound. 
 The bitter and sweet from the same base rise; 
 
 And pleasure and pain akin; 
 And Right and Wrong, however diverse, 
 
 At a single root begin. 
 So, Death is the lawless display of Force, 
 
 Life, building on plans Divine; 
 The Pow'r is the same, with different endsf 
 
 One, formless: one, with design. 
 
 From the slime and the filth come the lily fair, 
 
 And germs of disease and death; 
 The earth that yieldeth her strength to man, 
 
 Yields also its pois'nous breath . 
 Conditions decide the workings of drugs, 
 
 Now helping to health, then disease; 
 And food that nourishes life sometimes , 
 
 May deadliest germs increase. 
 The Word of the Lord is bread to the soul! 
 
 Receiving its truth, all's well: 
 But those who refuse, will find it a stone 
 
 To drag to the depths of hell. 
 
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