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 Annie Kirk, 801 1/2 Field Ave. 
 
 Detroit, Mich., U. S. A. 
 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 TO MY READERS: 
 
 On submitting my book of poems for your perusal 
 it is my desire to tell you how I was led by "The Spirit" 
 to the fountain of life, the streams of which are ever 
 flowing by; the ministering Spirits that our Father God 
 allows to come to help us upwards and onwards along 
 the path of adversity and toil, I came to America in 1906, 
 being a firm adherent to the Orthodox religion. While 
 in England I had never heard of the Philosophy of Spiri- 
 tualism and naturally I clung to the old Dogma, meaning 
 in one word obedience, willing to receive all that was 
 given to us, without further investigation, being taught 
 there were a chosen few who are inspired of God, which 
 is a false belief, God has no favorites in this world, save 
 those who do his bidding. We are all His children 
 both high and low, and we will get our just reward in 
 the future state, according to the life we have lived 
 while on the Earth Plane. We are told in Holy Writ, 
 "That we must work out our own salvation." 
 
 I had only been in America a short time before I came 
 in contact with friends who had every reason to believe 
 in the phenomena of Spiritualism, but I still remained 
 hard of belief, the old Orthodox threw around me the 
 thick mist of superstitious fear, that I would be taking 
 a wrong turn in my steps Heavenward and thereby im- 
 pede my progression. I had been in this Country about 
 three years, when I received a terrible shock, caused by 
 the departure of a dear friend to the Higher Life, the 
 reason of his passing away is explained in my poem en- 
 titled, "Unrequited Love." This grief caused me to 
 investigate Spiritualism and eventually led me to the 
 light of truth. I began to seek and I certainly found 
 
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that Gods love to us is greater than we were ever taught 
 in the Orthodox. Oh how I thank God and the Higher 
 forces for the beautiful lamp of hope which is held up to 
 me by my departed loved ones, whom God allows to come 
 to minister to us to give us strength in the Pilgrimage 
 of Life, this beautiful belief in Spirit return abolishes en- 
 tirely the sting of death which in its true sense is a tran- 
 sition to a higher and more beautiful life, neither are 
 visions a thing of the past. I often retire in silence 
 alone, asking my loved ones to manifest to me, and 1 see 
 the faces of those I have loved and lost as I formerly 
 thought. I also feel their touches which is a source of 
 great pleasure to me. 
 
 I will relate a little incident that happened 
 to me November, 1916. I and Mrs. Meissner, a 
 lady of sterling qualities with whom I have been staying 
 for over four years, who also is a gifted medium and 
 through whose organism I have received some beauti- 
 ful and convincing proofs of Spirit return. This night 
 in question we were discussing various topics when 
 I picked up a pencil and began to write poetry. "What is 
 the matter with me tonight;" I exclaimed, as I looked 
 with dismay at my writing, "I could never write one 
 verse of poetry in my life and here I have written seven 
 verses." My friend looked at me and smiled saying, 
 "there are to be ten verses in that poem and you have 
 got to finish it before another sun rise." I replied " it 
 ia now growing late, and I am going to retire." So I 
 did, but at half past two I awoke and I could not again 
 go to sleep until I had completed the poem entitled, "The 
 Living Stream of Life." So I keep writing whatever 
 the ministering Spirits bring to me. Now I will close, 
 hoping and trusting that when you read the Poems, you 
 will meditate thereon, and ask the Higher forces to 
 bring to you the "Words of Life," also to free you from 
 the superstitious belief that there are a "chosen few" 
 ask the Father of Love to broaden your minds and lead 
 you to the light of truth. 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
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THE LIVING STREAMS OF LIFE. 
 
 As I lay through the lonely hours of life 
 Thinking of the past 
 My soul with heavenly joy was filled 
 And hope beamed bright at last 
 This hope was brought to me by those 
 Whom God allows to come / 
 
 From just the other side the vail *7 
 
 To soothe our yearning souls. 
 
 They give to us new strength, new joy 
 
 And happiness untold 
 
 Without their love we could not live 
 
 Has not Jesus told us so 
 
 My strength He said, I give to you; 
 
 Oh child of earth receive 
 
 The blessing of your father God 
 
 Oh in His love believe. 
 
 Take of the living streams of life 
 
 That are ever flowing by 
 
 To feed your souls for future work 
 
 With your loved ones up on high. 
 
 They give to you the strength you need 
 
 In the Pilgrimage of life 
 
 The body you yourself can feed 
 
 But the soul is fed by Christ. 
 
 Christ taught earth's children how to live 
 When the world was so depraved 
 He gave His life in Holy love 
 That His brothers might be saved; 
 Saved from the worlds degrading lusts 
 Of selfishness and greed 
 To raise their souls to higher views 
 Than the transient things of earth. 
 
Oh! to be one with Christ in works 
 
 In this life let it be our aim 
 
 To love each other as ourselves 
 
 The Lord, He did the same; 
 
 He brings to us the symbol of the lilly pure 
 
 and sweet 
 Even Solomon in his glory was not arrayed 
 
 like unto it 
 Let this be a sample how our souls should be 
 
 arrayed 
 In garments white and pure as our Father 
 
 hath decreed. 
 
 Oh Father dear, give us Thy grace 
 
 That we may do Thy will, 
 
 To help a brother on the road 
 
 That leads direct to Heaven. 
 
 Thy love we know Thou will bestow 
 
 On those who do Thy will; 
 
 And on the meek who Thee entreat 
 
 Their hopes will be fulfilled. 
 
 Although my life by Thee was given 
 
 I dare not choose my lot 
 
 T'is Thee who doth my future see 
 
 I shall not be forgot 
 
 I know I have a work to do 
 
 My time is but a span 
 
 Oh help me to unfold the good 
 
 Thou plantest in my mind. 
 
 If I was rich in this world's goods 
 
 And saw my brother want 
 
 And did not minister to his needs 
 
 My life would be a blank 
 
 The holy one of God advised 
 
 Give to the poor thy aid 
 
 A little help given in His name. 
 
 Shall not loose its reward. 
 
Give to the lonely and forlorn 
 
 A brighter view of life 
 
 Teach them that in the great beyond 
 
 Is happiness and life 
 
 Life fraught with Holy Heavenly joy 
 
 Unknown to human ken. 
 
 Our loved ones gone before us are 
 
 Preparing us for Heaven, 
 
 The Nazarene gave us the hope 
 
 In years long ago, 
 
 He said, "I will prepare a place 
 
 For those I leave below". 
 
 Our loved ones too for us will work 
 
 To help our heavenward flight 
 
 With God's great love we will not fail 
 
 If we but live aright. 
 
 Nov. 16th, 1915 
 
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 ANGELS WALKING HAND IN HAND. 
 
 Angels on the Heavenly Shore 
 Walk hand in hand for evermore 
 Seeking those who are depressed 
 In sin's darkest wilderness. 
 
 To lead them on the road of life 
 Away from bitterness and strife 
 To paths of virtue paved with hope 
 For those who seek the way of life. 
 
Oh, Angels of Love, give us your aid 
 
 Help us to seek 
 
 The lost to save 
 
 To give to them the strength they need. 
 
 God in His Love doth condesend 
 To give to each weary one 
 The future joy laid out for them 
 No finite mind can understand. 
 
 It never hath entered the heart of man 
 The Love of God given to each one 
 If they will only do His will 
 And try their duty to fullfill. 
 
 Nov. 11th, 1916. 
 
 ***** 
 
 JOY IN HEAVEN. 
 
 The snow is falling very fast 
 I can't get out to play 
 Oh tell me why Willie dear 
 It should snow today. 
 
 Mamma says God is Love 
 And children He did bless 
 So today I asked, if I could play 
 And I think He answered yes. 
 
 But when I went in the yard 
 The snow it lay so deep 
 I could not play in the house 
 As Father is so sick. 
 
 So Willie who is older 
 
 Than his sister Jane 
 
 Looked in dismay at her and said, 
 
 "You ought to be ashamed." 
 
Think of our dear father 
 
 Who lies so full of pain ^ 
 
 Ask God to make him better 
 
 And think less of your own gain. 
 
 Our mother often says 
 
 You're a selfish little soul 
 
 Ask God to make your heart as white 
 
 And pure as the falling snow. 
 
 Jane hung her head in silence 
 
 Not knowing what to add 
 
 Her Brother's words had gone right home 
 
 And left her very sad. 
 
 Willie's heart to her relented 
 As he gazed into her eyes 
 He said let me tell you something 
 Which perhaps will you surprise. 
 
 If you still keep murmering 
 Against the will of God 
 Something worse than pure snow 
 Will shadow the path you've trod. 
 
 Jane looked at her brother, 
 
 Her eyes all wet with tears 
 
 "I am going in the house," she said, 
 
 "To speak to mother dear." 
 
 She flew into her mother's arms 
 With her head upon her breast 
 Saying, "mother dear forgive the past, 
 I will be a good child yet." 
 
 Her mother looked with wondering eyes 
 Upon her only girl saying 
 Tell me quickly what has brought 
 This sudden change in you. 
 
Mother dear you've told us oft 
 The wonderous things God performs 
 That little children can open the door 
 To everlasting dawn. 
 
 So brother dear held up the light 
 The angel messengers gave to him 
 To show to me that disobedience 
 Is the widest path to sin. 
 
 Oh mother, I will try and walk 
 
 In the narrow path of life 
 
 And your little girl will do her best 
 
 That the angels may rejoice. 
 
 Thank God my child at last you see 
 The sin that in you lies 
 A selfish heart God cannot bear 
 Oh try and live aright. 
 
 Last night I had a vision fair 
 Heaven opened to my view 
 I saw you at the Saviour's feet 
 Seeking his love anew. 
 
 He placed His hand upon your head 
 The angels then drew near 
 Weaving a crown of flowers sweet 
 And placed it gently at Jesus feet. 
 
 He put the crown upon your head 
 Saying child of earth receive 
 The blessing of a Saviour's love, 
 For you, His life He gave. 
 
 So now my daughter you can see 
 How the angels do rejoice 
 To see a little girl repent 
 As you have done to-night. 
 
 Oct. 8th, 1916. 
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LIFE IN THE HEREAFTER. 
 
 Our life in the hereafter 
 Depends on the life we live here below 
 We cannot have roses and sunshine 
 Unless we sow seeds as we go. 
 
 We cannot grow grapes on thistles 
 Neither will figs grow upon thorns 
 Nature is true to conditions 
 We all will reap what we have sown. 
 
 The same with spiritual growth 
 
 Dear people, oh study the law. 
 
 You will find that through faith and obedience 
 
 You will gain your desired reward. 
 
 Though life may not hold much for you 
 Cast not the blame on the Lord 
 T'is the earthly conditions around you 
 Of those who are selfish and low. 
 
 But life in the hereafter 
 Will give you all that you need 
 Oh brothers and sisters be patient 
 And work, as well as believe. 
 
 The hereafter is filled with bright spirits 
 Who suffered like you when on earth 
 But now have found joy and beauty 
 They never experienced in the world. 
 
 Some soon get weary when climbing 
 The hills of adversity and toil 
 I know it is hard for us mortals 
 To keep fighting against the tide. 
 
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I have had a taste of life's burden, 
 And often wondered why 
 That those who were so indifferent 
 Seem to have all they desired in life. 
 
 But now as I am quickly traveling 
 To the allotted years of man 
 I often look back on my past life 
 Knowing it to be the Divine plan. 
 
 And when I pass to the life hereafter 
 I will see plainly the fruits of my work 
 That I gave to the world unbegrudging 
 Whatever my Father gave me to do. 
 
 Nov. 3rd, 1916 
 
 ***** 
 
 ROSES OF LOVE. 
 
 Sweet Roses of Love 
 Grow in the garden of deeds 
 Where all is contentment 
 To those who believe. 
 
 And are struggling daily 
 Some conquest to make 
 To show to the world 
 The power of faith. 
 
 Faith without works 
 
 Is an empty shell 
 
 Just like a house 
 
 Where our Mortals must dwell. 
 
 We must have it furnished 
 And made to look nice 
 Or we are sure to be miserable 
 The rest of our life. 
 
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Then work we have plenty 
 To keep clean and straight 
 Just the same dear people 
 With our spiritual life. 
 
 This house of clay 
 Must be furnished with deeds 
 Before our dear Father 
 Will our Spirits receive. 
 
 Deeds of kindness 
 Works of Love 
 Will furnish our Souls 
 For the home above. 
 
 The home where our loved ones 
 Are eagerly trying 
 To impress us daily 
 With Heavenly desires. 
 
 They bring to us gifts 
 Of the Roses of Love 
 To brighten our pathway 
 As we journey above. 
 
 The flowers that bloom 
 In the Paradise of God 
 To feed our Souls 
 With their Heavenly Love. 
 
 Nov. 12th 1916. 
 
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 JOURNEYING TO THE LIFE ABOVE. 
 
 As we journey to the future life 
 We often wonder why 
 We are born to suffer troubles here 
 Before we reach our home on high. 
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T'is hard for us mortals to understand 
 The Divinity of God; 
 To know the wisdom of His plan 
 Which appears so vague to us. 
 
 All we can do is to live by faith 
 Trying to unfold 
 The knowledge handed out to us 
 By Gods appointed Son. 
 
 The trials and temptations 
 We humans must endure 
 If we wish to reach the home 
 Of everlasting glory. 
 
 Life here on earth is but a school 
 To teach us the way to God 
 Who gives us joy and happiness 
 According to the path we've trod. 
 
 If we are lax in living true 
 To His just commands, 
 We cannot rise to heights above 
 In that most happy land. 
 
 We've oft been told by them of old 
 
 We all should sleep 
 
 As God sees fit 
 
 Until the resurrection morn. 
 
 This is a thought we all must shun 
 Prom whence do ministering spirits come 
 If all are locked within the tomb? 
 Oh no! God would not cast on us such gloom. 
 
 We must be active in this world of sin 
 Or else no victory we could win 
 Death does not wash our souls white 
 Nor raise us to the heavenly heights. 
 
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God has for us a work to do 
 
 Far more important than we know 
 
 There are millions of souls in darkness held 
 
 Because they thought to much of self. 
 
 Uncleanness and greed filled their souls 
 Without thought for those who are feeble 
 
 and old 
 Who are robbed of all pleasure in this life. 
 Nothing for them but worry and strife. 
 
 Now their oppressers are praying for light 
 
 Light to direct them 
 
 To the spiritual plain 
 
 Help and forgiveness they are eager to gain. 
 
 Whatever we've left undone on earth 
 We must work out in the new birth 
 There is no escaping from God's just com- 
 mand 
 We must surely do it before we reach heaven 
 
 Or we will be held in bondage to earth 
 Instead of enjoying the fruits of our work 
 Don't let father time, with earnest intent 
 Cut off your life thread before your repent. 
 
 You will find it so hard 
 When you come here 
 To work out your salvation 
 With pleadings and tears. 
 
 Ask the dear angels 
 While you are on earth 
 To help you to study 
 Life's second birth. 
 
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The birth of the soul 
 
 In the summerland of peace 
 
 Where there is neither weeping or wailing 
 
 Nor nashing of teeth. 
 
 Only sweet ripples 
 From the fountain of love 
 From whence all are nourished 
 Who trust in their God. 
 
 Encourage your thought waves, 
 Of purity and peace 
 He will not forsake those 
 Who trust in His grace. 
 
 When temptation assails you 
 Oh do pray and seek 
 That the Ministering Spirits 
 May bring you relief. 
 
 Nov. 10th, 1916. 
 
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 PREPARATION FOR ETERNITY. 
 
 Give us grace, oh God of Love 
 To prepare in time for our home above 
 Not to neglect it as a thing of naught 
 And begin to seek it when life is short. 
 
 Let us not insult the Father of Heaven 
 With the miserable crumbs of an unworthy end 
 Begin life good then you are sure to accend 
 When you have made conditions for your place 
 
 in Heaven 
 On the Earth plane we cannot reach the desired 
 
 goal 
 If we are reckless and indifferent to what we 
 
 are told 
 Then how can we rise in the heavenly spheres 
 Where souls reign in peace without pains or 
 
 tears? 
 
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Oh no dear friends, you've got to learn 
 If not on the earth plane, you will when you re- 
 sign 
 The house of clay in which you dwell 
 Deeds of kindness; works of love, we all must do 
 Before we can live a life agreeable to our God 
 Bare in mind what I say or you may get strand- 
 ed on the way. 
 
 Remember the words of Holy Writ 
 The smoking flax God will not quench, 
 Nor a bruised reed He will not break 
 But gives to those who seek with zest 
 The happiness of a future state 
 Do not discard the day of grace. 
 
 Nov. 18th, 1916 
 ***** 
 
 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Beautiful star in 
 Heaven so bright 
 Showing each morning 
 Your glorious light. 
 
 The Angels of Love 
 Your light reflects 
 On the children of God 
 Who are careless and weak. 
 
 Oh help each SouL 
 Who divinely kneels 
 At the Throne of God 
 For comfort and ease. 
 
 Ease from their burdens 
 Of Sins great load 
 Their future is dark 
 Show them the road. 
 
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Oh be unto them 
 Like the star in the East 
 Which led Earth's Children 
 To the Lover of Peace. 
 
 Christ Jesus the Prophet 
 Brother and Priest 
 Who died as a martyr 
 Just for ones sakes. 
 
 His love was so great 
 His sympathy sincere 
 He always was ready 
 To comfort and cheer 
 
 All those who believed 
 In His Heavenly gift 
 Never came short 
 Of instant relief. 
 
 He always was ready 
 With spiritual food 
 To administer to all 
 Who believed in His love. 
 
 There are others who follow 
 In this Dear Ones steps 
 Who are ready and willing 
 To give others their help. 
 
 Christ's spirit still slumbers 
 In the hearts of all 
 Who are anxious and willing 
 To give to the Lord. 
 
 Life here on Earth 
 
 Is so very short 
 
 In comparison with the future 
 
 We all have mapped out. 
 
. For all God's Children 
 Both high and low 
 Regardless of color 
 Or title or birth. 
 
 We certainly shall go 
 To the place we have earned 
 If we have tried to do right 
 Then Heaven is our home. 
 
 Now I will close 
 With this warning in brief 
 Do keep your thoughts clean 
 Then your spirit finds relief. 
 
 Nov. 6th, 1916. 
 ***** 
 
 THE GOLDEN GATES AJAR 
 
 OR 
 
 THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 
 
 The golden gates are kept ajar 
 Its portals always gleaming 
 And those who seek the right of way 
 Will reach the haven safely. 
 
 The right of way is reserved for all 
 Who follow in Christ's footsteps; 
 Love and might gave Him the right, 
 To enter the heavenly portals. 
 
 The right of way is given to those 
 Who work out their own salvation 
 By helping others who are down and out 
 And wears'^ and heavy laden. 
 
 God placed us here. His will to do; 
 If we are careless and neglect it 
 Our own salvation we must work out 
 In the unknown hereafter. 
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Oh do not think when we die 
 
 We are borne by angelic power 
 
 To the future home we have never earned 
 
 But wilfully neglected. 
 
 In past ages we were told 
 That heaven was easily gotten 
 By just saying, "I believe," 
 Was the teaching of the Pastors. 
 
 The gates of heaven can never yield 
 To those tainted by earth's riches; 
 By grasping all they can by stealth 
 Even gloating in child labor. 
 
 The monster greed with fangs of Hell 
 Lays hold on them who serve him, 
 To drag their souls to the depths 
 Of everlasting bondage. 
 
 The gates of heaven can never yield 
 To those untrue to nature 
 The forbidden apple of our race 
 God strongly denounces. 
 
 Oh Father dear give us Thy grace, 
 To live our lives pure. 
 And not to struggle in the mire 
 Of this worlds sordid pleasure. 
 
 This life we know is but a span 
 But oh the great hereafter 
 The love and joy given to each one 
 Will greatly compensate us. 
 
 The gates of heaven can never yield 
 To those who think they are holy 
 It's works, not words, our Father wants 
 Before we become His chosen. 
 
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The chosen few we read about 
 Is a misrepresentation 
 God has no favorites in the world 
 Save those who do His bidding. 
 
 The priests of God are far behind 
 In the dispensing of the Gospel 
 They keep the people dark and blind 
 Instead of broading their conception. 
 
 As death leaves us, resurrection finds us 
 Without masquerading of the soul 
 All is laid open and bare before us 
 The life we lived on earth is o'er us. 
 
 The mist of sin is hovering 'round us 
 We cannot see our way, the light has fled 
 Send us ministering spirits, oh God of glory 
 To show us the way we must tread. 
 
 The time has come when you must think 
 
 Of warnings you've neglected 
 
 Now you have got time to repent 
 
 And wait My benediction. v 
 
 Deeds of kindness you neglected 
 Are laid out before you then 
 Also lusts of various nature 
 Blocked for you, the path to heaven. 
 
 As you pass from the body 
 A Surprise awaits you, when, 
 You find your hopes all shattered 
 Because you lived a life of sin. 
 
 Waken up! unfold the love 
 I have given to all earth's children. 
 Broaden out your future life 
 Become an heir of my salvation. 
 
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Messengers I have sent without number 
 But the warnings you would never take 
 Until some sickness did befall you 
 Then often my warnings proved to late. 
 
 Poverty and grief passed your notice 
 Neither held you out a helping hand 
 To a lone and weary brother 
 Stranded on the rock of time. 
 
 My love on earth you did reject 
 
 Because it did not pay you 
 
 To sacrifice your little mite 
 
 In exchange for the love I gave you. 
 
 The light of truth our Father said 
 
 Has been dawning now for ages 
 
 If you had only searched around 
 
 The path would have been made clearer. 
 
 The gates of heaven are closed until 
 You have repented of past doings 
 Then I will send a gleam of light 
 That will lead you on to glory. 
 
 T'is with the rich I fain would plead 
 To alter their demeanor 
 To our brother and sister in the world 
 As Christ Jesus did, the Saviour. 
 
 T'is the workers for whom the world has use 
 Not the idle rich or drunkard 
 But for those who strive to make ends meet 
 Will gain their rest hereafter. 
 
 The rest and peace that passeth knowledge 
 If we strive for that end 
 Not to live and fight and quarrel 
 Making life a hideous den. 
 
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To the rich the gates of heaven are closed 
 Until they see their folly 
 Of living such a selfish life 
 A life so dense and hollow. 
 
 To the poor I would vouchsafe 
 
 A little gleam of comfort 
 
 Do not doubt your fathers love 
 
 Though sometimes you feel forgotten. 
 
 T'is hard at times, I know, to feel 
 Life holds something good in store 
 But those who seek in time salvation 
 Will reap a thousand fold and more. 
 
 The writer of this poem, had 
 
 A battle hard to fight 
 
 And many times my faith has wained 
 
 Till hope was lost in sight. 
 
 The visions of my loved ones gave 
 To me, new life, new hope in God, 
 I always tried to live aright 
 And raise my thoughts above. 
 
 T'is now I've found the light of truth 
 At three score years and one 
 To do the work God sends to me 
 By His Angelic Son. 
 
 The son of mortals here on earth 
 Oscar Osborn is his name 
 He Brings to me the Word of Life; 
 Christ also did the same. 
 
 I always trusted in my God 
 And try to serve Him still, 
 Although at times t'is very hard 
 To bend, to Him, my will. 
 
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But now I reap the seed I've sown 
 
 In years long ago, 
 
 And I rejoice to unfold 
 
 What was given to me of yore. 
 
 Oh how I wish that I could give 
 To the world at large 
 What I get from my dear ones 
 Who are always by my side. 
 
 Oh help me God, to give to Thee 
 
 The remainder of my life 
 
 To spread the knowledge I have gained 
 
 From just the other side. 
 
 Knowledge worth its weight in gold 
 If people would only believe it 
 And broaden out their narrow minds 
 And make conditions to receive it. 
 
 A wealth of love would in them grow 
 The love of Him who made them. 
 To go along sin's thorny road 
 As a sacrificing Saviour. 
 
 A Saviour you can be to those 
 Whose lives you try to brighten, 
 And lead from death to light and love 
 To go on their way rejoicing. 
 
 I and my Father are truly one. 
 The Nazarene did say: 
 We must be one with our father God 
 If we would do His will. 
 
 Oh brothers and sisters do the work 
 God holds in store for you 
 To build your future up on high 
 With your loved ones gone before. 
 
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They give to you the strength you need 
 As you travel on the road 
 Though sin and death may cross your path 
 Oh! do not loose your hold. 
 
 Hold on to hope, faith, and love 
 As the Saviour did of old 
 Your Father needs you in the world 
 Oh! do not seek the gold. 
 
 The gold will perish at the dawn 
 Of everlasting day 
 But Heavens Portals will open wide 
 And give you all you need. 
 
 T'is hard at times to hold aloft 
 The sweet banner of hope 
 To those who have so much to bare 
 In this hard world of lust. 
 
 Oh! let us lay our treasures in Heaven 
 Where moth and rust doth not corrupt 
 Nor thieves break through and steal 
 In the mansion that our Father gives. 
 To those who thus believe. 
 
 The joy of heaven cannot be told 
 By human eloquence 
 Our finite minds cannot grasp 
 The infinite hereafter. 
 
 Sept. 22nd 1916. 
 * * * * * 
 
 SUNSHINE IN THE HOME. 
 
 Sunshine in the home 
 Is the brightness of the mind, 
 That shines with Holy beauty 
 And reflects a love dvine. 
 
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A love that passeth knowledge, 
 No human mind can grasp 
 Until they reach the summit 
 Of Heavens angelic hosts. 
 
 The hosts of heaven encamp around 
 The spirits of the just 
 To lead their souls to higher views 
 Than the fleeting things of earth. 
 
 The love of God in whom we trust 
 And live and have our being, 
 Will shower the radiance of His love 
 If we are ready to receive it. 
 
 Deem Him not a God of wroth 
 
 As in the by-gone ages, 
 
 When it was taught. His love was bought 
 
 By a sacrificing Saviour. 
 
 The love of God is freely given, 
 To earth's children without price; 
 To those who seek His love believing 
 This world would be a paradise. 
 
 The Nazerene, a man of God 
 Despised and rejected 
 Gave to the world a life of love 
 Without thought of gain hereafter. 
 
 Oh let us follow in His steps, 
 The world, it greatly needs us 
 To help develope in each soul 
 The love of God, our Father. 
 
 The light of truth which in the past 
 Has been shadowed by false teaching 
 By those who use the word of God 
 Simply as a benediction. 
 
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Oh Father may Thy love supreme 
 Broaden the minds of those who doubt 
 And flood with joy the aching heart 
 Of those wlio feel themselves cast out. 
 
 Sept. 20th, 1916. 
 
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 THE JOURNEY THROUGH THE GATES AJAR 
 
 As we journey on through time and space 
 
 Amidst the mist of doubt and fear 
 
 We see poor souls by sin oppressed 
 
 Pleading to us spirits as we pass 
 
 To show them the way to the promised rest. 
 
 As we look with compassion 
 
 On those sin laden souls 
 
 We beg the Higher forces to give us Their aid 
 
 To help to develop more light on the road 
 
 To show them the way to the gates ajar. 
 
 The journey is long to sin laden souls 
 
 If they had only tried their gifts to unfold 
 
 On the earth plain, they had chances numerous 
 
 and great 
 To escape from the scourge of mans low estate, 
 
 The Father of Love will keep open wide, 
 The gates of heaven for those who have tried 
 To walk in the path of justice and truth 
 And held out their hand to help those aloft. 
 Who have trampled under foot the warnings of 
 of the just 
 
 Christ said to His deciples in years long ago, 
 "I will prepare for you a place when I leave here 
 
 below 
 But in faith you must obey the desire of Him 
 Who is able and willing 
 To cleanse you from sin." 
 
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Through the work of the spirits 
 The Divine messengers of God, 
 He allows them to impress you, which way you 
 
 must tread 
 I am giving you the heavenly facts, you can't 
 
 see God unless you relax 
 Your hold upon treasures which are holding 
 
 you back. 
 
 So keep pressing forward the victory to win 
 And shut out the forces which tempt you to sin 
 Cling on to the good and the evil you will shun 
 God has'nt any use for idle mortals upon earth. 
 So try and help others or you will never reach 
 heaven. 
 
 In the heavenly spheres we have got to work out 
 Our own salvation as well as on earth. 
 In the land of souls we must find use 
 For every faculty our spirits can produce. 
 Before we can reach the final resting place for 
 which we have worked. 
 
 What I tell you dear people, is faithful and true, 
 As I have been scholar, now I am teacher to you. 
 Through this friend in mortal who desires to 
 
 hand out 
 All we Spirits can give her 
 In her journey in life. 
 
 Some seem to think life is nothing but fun 
 To get all they can out of it while they are 
 
 young 
 But when they get older and time shows on 
 
 their face 
 They begin to think back of the years of waste 
 Oh! begin when you are young to seek the Lord 
 And you are sure to reap a tenfold reward. 
 
 Nov. 9tlj, 1916 
 
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THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 
 
 As I was standing by my anvil 
 Working hard and fast 
 It came to me, why should I be 
 Slaving like this for life? 
 
 Life at its best is only set 
 
 With weariness and pain 
 
 Man's born to trouble while he's here; 
 
 We are told so by Divines. 
 
 They also say that God decreed 
 Christ should die to set us free 
 They tell us that this plan was laid 
 By a Holy loving God. 
 
 How could such love bring so much pain 
 
 Upon a Perfect One? 
 
 Oh no, God never did ordain 
 
 Such cruelty to man. 
 
 T'was man who took Christs life away 
 And laid it on our God 
 They made a creed to suit themselves 
 And piled it on to us. 
 
 To get us by submission 
 To take our offerings free 
 And receive their benediction 
 A thing anyone can give. 
 
 It's only God that can us free 
 From the tyrany of sin 
 Oh give to Him the best you have 
 And He will you forgive. 
 
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Christ in His Holy humble life 
 Showed us the path to take 
 Let us not wander from the way 
 He opened for our sakes. 
 
 God never made for us a hell 
 
 The children of His love, 
 
 But to those who seek He will vouchsafe 
 
 A happy home above. 
 
 We make our heaven and hell as well 
 In this world as we choose 
 Oh help us God to keep the good 
 And not Thy gifts abuse. 
 
 Nov. 20th, 1915. 
 
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 THE EVENTIDE OF LIFE. 
 
 I was sitting by my window 
 In the eventide of life 
 Thinking of bygone days 
 When youth is filled with might. 
 
 The happy days of work and care, 
 Bestowed on those I loved 
 Came to my mind so vividly 
 And raised my thoughts above. 
 
 I toiled so hard from morn till night 
 And often wondered why, 
 That some should have the hills to climb 
 While others idle by. 
 
 I always lived up to the best, 
 That hath to me been given. 
 While those who are so careless, 
 Had the better side of living, 
 
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Mother dear and Father too, 
 Are passed to the realms above, 
 I must not complain in such a strain 
 For helping those I loved. 
 
 Oh help me God to cast aside, 
 This fault of looking back, 
 Nor have regrets for what I did. 
 But thankfulness of heart. 
 
 And as I mused, I became confused, 
 For there at my right hand, 
 My mother stood all pure and good, 
 Holding out to me her hand. 
 
 There she stood upon the sea, 
 
 As Christ had done of yore. 
 
 Her shining garments swept the waves 
 
 As they leaped toward the shore. 
 
 Dear mother bid me come to you 
 Hold me in your embrace, 
 How oft I've prayed for this chance 
 To meet you face to face. 
 
 Oh take me to your Heavenly Home, 
 That I, with you, may dwell. 
 My life is hard, I often wish 
 I could follow you to Heaven. 
 
 She very calmly shook her head 
 And said, "You cannot come. 
 As you have other work to do 
 That can't be left undone." 
 
 "But follow me and you shall see 
 Where now is my abode 
 Some day you shall be gathered in 
 And leave all toil alone." 
 
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I followed on through miles of space 
 Of beauty grand and great. 
 Until we stood in Holy Light 
 Before Heaven's Golden Gates. 
 
 And as I looked within I saw 
 Angels as white as snow 
 With crowns of silver on their heads, 
 And harps of shining gold. 
 
 The gates then did open wide, 
 Dear mother, she passed through 
 And left me on the other side 
 My future work to do. 
 
 After this Heavenly visit. 
 My soul came back refreshed 
 To take again life's burden 
 As the Lord should deem it best. 
 
 Not to repine or murmer, 
 But His Divine will to obey, 
 Which will lead me unto glory 
 Though thorns be in the way. 
 
 Let me plead with you dear people, 
 •vTo be patient in the strife. 
 And seek the Higher Forces, 
 To show to you the light. 
 
 The light of truth what leadeth, 
 Beyond our mortal view. 
 To the land of love and glory 
 Planned out for me and you. 
 
 Life here, is so uncertain, 
 Don't risk the joy of Heaven, 
 And your Father's benediction 
 "Well done thou faithful one." 
 
 Nov. 26th, 1915. 
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UNREQUITED LOVE. 
 
 The sun was sinking in the west 
 When to my hearts dismay, 
 My dear husband, he took sick 
 And died at dawn of day. 
 
 To me it was a sudden break, 
 In my most happy life, 
 But unto him was surely given 
 A peaceful home in Heaven, 
 
 And so life goes, we never know 
 How soon the call may come. 
 To anyone, so do not shun 
 Life's duty here below. 
 
 Dr. Riding whom my husband loved, 
 Was a man of godly works. 
 To those who need his help he gave 
 God grant him his reward. 
 
 One day when I on business went 
 To settle my account. 
 He told me of his love and hopes 
 Waiting my consent. 
 
 I could not say, yes or no. 
 
 As the time was very short. 
 
 All I could do was to say good bye, 
 
 The future would express my thoughts. 
 
 To tell the truth I did not feel 
 His equal in anyway, 
 I'm very fond of simple life, 
 And feared this step to take. 
 
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Next day I sailed for foreign lands, 
 Thinking he would forget. 
 And find another who would fill 
 The place of wife and help. 
 
 I did not know the full extent, 
 
 Of this good man's great love, 
 
 And never dreamed for me he gave his life, 
 
 So unmindful as I was. 
 
 One day I through the mail received, 
 A letter from a friend. 
 Saying our Doctor's fallen sick, 
 We are waiting for the end. 
 
 At last he passed from earth to heaven. 
 Through three long years of pain, 
 Caused by the love he had for me, 
 I returned him not again. 
 
 After his departure. 
 
 To the Higher Life, 
 
 My heart grew dead within me 
 
 Oh why did I him slight. 
 
 Oh how I longed for a chance, 
 To undo the past. 
 
 And live with him in joy and peace 
 An earthly paradise. 
 
 So one night as I lay down 
 My brain wracked with pain. 
 Oh could it be that I could see 
 His dear face close to mine. 
 
 Yes, there he stood as of yore. 
 His smiling face aglow. 
 He said, "my dear, do not weep 
 It only grieves my soul." 
 
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I looked at him and tried to smile, 
 And said, Oh how I wish 
 I could hold your hand once more. 
 If God could only grant me this. 
 
 You cannot dear, while you are here 
 In the mortal garb, 
 But wait a while, and we shall be 
 In our home above the sky. 
 
 I could not live when you had gone, 
 
 My life was simply blank. 
 
 If I had known of spirit return 
 
 It would have filled my heart with thanks. 
 
 Thanks to my God who in His love, 
 Designed that we should be 
 Together bound in bands of love. 
 Throughout Eternity. 
 
 Do not worry or dispare, 
 Let me tell you this. 
 You are never left alone, 
 Do not your guides mistrust. 
 
 T'is useless to repine. 
 
 For what we've left undone. 
 
 So take fresh hold and try to unfold 
 
 More greatness of the Soul. 
 
 Our future is mapped out, 
 Our destiny is sealed. 
 By a God of Love who knows 
 Exactly what we need. 
 
 When your life on earth is ended, 
 And all duty cast aside 
 On the border land I will meet you 
 To dwell forever, side by side. 
 
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In the home our Father gives 
 To the children of His choice, 
 To dwell in love and unity, 
 In holy heavenly light. 
 
 Then he began to ascend, 
 And the brightness of his form 
 Was like a glowing sunrise, 
 On an Eastern Morn. 
 
 Nov. 30th, 1915. 
 
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 CHILDHOOD DAYS. 
 
 I am thinking of my childhood. 
 The happy days of youth. 
 When flowers bloomed around my path 
 And filled my heart with mirth. 
 
 In those old days of long ago 
 I loved my Father God, 
 My mother told us that we are 
 The objects of His love. 
 
 The Master mild He took a child, 
 And placed it in the midst. 
 And said, "each one of you must be 
 As innocent as this." 
 
 "Before you can make any plan 
 To enter through Heavens Gates. 
 So be forewarned and do not scorn 
 The knowledge I impart." 
 
 My mother dear informed us oft 
 Of Gods unchanging love, 
 And said if we could but foresee 
 We'd trust Him as we ought. 
 
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So one day, while out for play, 
 I met a little friend. 
 We sat down to take a rest, 
 And thus our talk began. 
 
 And as I talked, my childish mind 
 Drifted in to space, 
 I saw a ladder at my feet 
 Which reached to Heavens Gates. 
 
 And as I looked with wondering eyes 
 I thought within myself 
 This must be Jacob's Ladder 
 That mother spoke about. 
 
 Again I looked, a voice replied 
 "Come up and see the place. 
 That God prepares for you my child. 
 Decked with beauty and with grace." 
 
 As I began to ascend 
 
 The ladder rung by rung. 
 
 My thoughts went back to my friend 
 
 Hoping she would come. 
 
 But when I looked her in the face. 
 She laughed and shook her head, 
 The foolishness of this act, 
 Filled my heart with dread. 
 
 Oh well I thought, I must obey 
 The loving ones' command. 
 And so I passed up to the top 
 And quietly entered Heaven. 
 
 And as I stood just by the door. 
 My guide to me explained, 
 This is the gate that leads to life 
 And Angels reap therein. 
 
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I saw a field so full of wheat 
 The ears as white as snow, 
 And angels stand in happy bands 
 To do their Father's will. 
 
 I asked my guide the reason why 
 The wheat should be so white, 
 The symbol of the wheat he said 
 Are those pure in heart. 
 
 Which are gathered by the angels, 
 Their dear Lord to greet. 
 And as He spoke He pointed out 
 The Angels pure and sweet. 
 
 As I looked my eyes beheld 
 A horse of pure white 
 And on its back a figure veiled, 
 Which hid him from our sight. 
 
 I thought, oh this must be the Lord, 
 My mother often read 
 His face no one hath ever seen 
 Not even them in heaven. 
 
 The angels stood in full array, 
 With sickles in their hands, 
 Patiently waiting for the time 
 The Lord gave His command. 
 
 Then we passed to heights above 
 Where angels stood of yore. 
 In greater throngs of old and young 
 Then I had ever seen before. 
 
 But who is this in the midst 
 
 With silent bowed down head. 
 
 The Saviour Crowned, my guide informed 
 
 With His angelic band. 
 
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Those who ministered to His needs, 
 When He on the mountain stood, 
 Preaching salvation to the world 
 Doing all the good He could. 
 
 The Nazerene in whom we see, 
 A pattern grand and true. 
 Of God's great love and tenderness 
 To his children, me and you. 
 
 He tried to broaden out the minds, 
 Of those who did Him hate. 
 And to His friends He did supply 
 Unfailing joy and faith. 
 
 And as I gazed with awe 
 Upon this wonderous sight, 
 The mist around me gathered 
 I could not bear the light. 
 
 So I turned my thoughts homeward 
 Then the scene entirely changed. 
 I found myself in my room, 
 Thinking, this must be a dream. 
 
 But as I tried to move myself, 
 My listless form gave way 
 There at my side my sister stood. 
 Draped in glorious array. 
 
 Why are you here, I gently asked 
 And not in Heaven above? 
 Heaven is here, sister dear 
 Helping those we love. 
 
 God lets us come to help you shun 
 The many pit-falls of Sin, 
 Oh! tell my daughter I am here 
 If she will only let me in. 
 
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I am her guardian Angel 
 And always by her side. 
 Guiding her dear footsteps 
 Along the path of time. 
 
 Life here on Earth is but a school 
 For the higher life above 
 To love each other as ourselves 
 As the Bible teaches us. 
 
 The open door is left ajar 
 Till the sands of time run out. 
 The God of Love in whom we trust, 
 Will never cast us out. 
 
 To all my sister's give my love, 
 Tell theni I am often near 
 To help to make lifes burden lighter. 
 Let them trust and do not fear. 
 
 Then in a golden Halo, 
 She passed from Earth to Heaven 
 Waving her hand and saying 
 Adieu, until we meet again. 
 
 Then I awoke so full of hope 
 
 That I some day would be 
 
 With them in Heaven, my life to spend 
 
 And joy and peace receive. 
 
 Nov. 26th, 1915. 
 
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 LIFE IN THE GREAT BEYOND 
 
 Oh weary traveler do not shun 
 The path laid out for thee 
 It leads right on to the great beyond 
 Of life and liberty. 
 
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To say that death ends it all 
 And life is spent without reward 
 Is but a tragic view of those 
 Who lack the greatness of the soul. 
 
 T'is hard for spirits to describe 
 To mortal minds the joy of heaven 
 But when they reach the goal in store 
 They will find that half has never been told. 
 
 It has been said to the weary and downcast 
 That the future for them holds peace and rest 
 If they only believe in the blood of the lamb 
 Without any works of their own, they are sure 
 to reach heaven. 
 
 Oh brothers and sisters be not deceived! 
 God is not mocked with the "only believe" 
 We must work out our salvation by deeds 
 No idle Christians will our Father receive. 
 
 Oh do not think that only Christ 
 Passed from this world a sacrifice 
 Many more who followed in his steps 
 Where slaughtered in their innocence. 
 
 Women in those dark days were burned alive 
 Because of mediumistic phase, 
 And by the vile were deemed a fake 
 And led without justice to the stake. 
 
 Oh if I could take you in the heavenly spheres 
 And show you the joy of martyrs of past years; 
 But what of those who destroyed the life 
 Of innocent souls like Jesus Christ? 
 
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Here they are in darkness stranded 
 Until they have repented of murder and slander 
 Of greed and lusts of various nature 
 Which hold them in touch with the earths con- 
 ditions. 
 
 On the earth plain are spirits innumerable and 
 great 
 
 The "devils" v^e read of in God's Holy Writ; 
 
 They have passed from the mortal to heaven 
 as they think 
 
 But found their mistake out when life was ex- 
 tinct. 
 
 They call upon Jesus, they call upon God 
 
 But oh you poor spirits what path have you 
 
 trod? 
 The way of the unjust was attractive to you 
 And the evil within you, you would not subdue. 
 
 Then by degrees as God sees fit 
 
 They will rise, Oh so slowly, to their promised 
 
 rest 
 When they realize the suffering and death 
 Which they caused the weary and the oppressed 
 
 We who have risen to realms above 
 Descend to the earth plane to help those we love 
 To rise from the depths to which they have sunk 
 From the mire and clay of past results. 
 
 Sometimes poor sinners in darkness kneel, 
 For centuries, bewailing their past misdeeds 
 Until some spirit higher than they 
 Give them a gleam of light on their way. 
 
 To show them that the Father of Love, 
 Wants them to rise to the heights above 
 Where love and joy and peace o'er flow 
 Even to those who were sinners here below. 
 
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We spirits who have worked for salvation and 
 
 rest 
 Are eagerly waiting some soul to uplift 
 Each time we succeed in doing Gods will 
 A step nearer heaven in our journey is fulfilled. 
 
 Our Father of Love gives to each soul, 
 A gift Divine if they would only unfold 
 And give to the world what God has in store 
 For the seekers of truth of the life evermore. 
 
 The angels in heaven we read much about 
 Are simply the spirits who departed the earth 
 Who ministered to Jesus while on the Mount 
 And strengthened His soul with their spiritual 
 help. 
 
 Also my sisters and brothers in Christ 
 The angels of love do greatly rejoice 
 To give to each soul comfort and peace 
 To lead them from death to Eternal Life. 
 
 They throw out the life line, hold on to it fast; 
 Let it not go till your soul finds its rest 
 In the presence of those who, when here below, 
 In loving devotion their gifts did unfold. 
 
 To give to the world as God did direct 
 Knowledge that would help to uplift 
 Those in darkness not knowing the road 
 And are longing and sighing for more light of 
 the soul. 
 
 Narrow is the path; and rugged the way 
 That leads to the beyond of Eternal Day, 
 The great divide we are bound to pasg 
 As we go through the gates of death, 
 
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There our dear ones are waiting for us 
 With outstretched arms so full of love 
 Not in their graves as we are told 
 Waiting until the resurrection morn. 
 
 Oh no! God's love is far too deep 
 To allow His children so long to sleep, 
 When their presence is needed a watch to keep 
 O'er the children of earth when helpless and 
 weak. 
 
 They gather the forces from heights above 
 These ministering spirits the children of love 
 Inspiration and strength they meet out to each 
 
 one 
 If we only make conditions for them to come. 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Saviour gave up His life 
 On the same rock of ages; we also must strive 
 To help those who have gone down with the 
 
 tide 
 To begin life anew on the other side. 
 
 The hills of adversity Christ climbed of old 
 
 To seek salvation instead of the gold 
 
 We are born in the world midst trouble and 
 
 grief 
 Only sacrifice and love will bring us relief. 
 
 True joy lives only in the hearts of those 
 Who try to help others reach the goal 
 The way of the just is open to all 
 Who are anxious and yearing to give to the 
 Lord. 
 
 He does not ask much only justice and truth 
 Peace and devotion to all children of earth 
 All this must be seen to and studied with care 
 Before you can reach your home over there, 
 
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I beg of you dear people, look over your life 
 Cut out the dark spots; let the angels rejoice. 
 Life here is so short, oh live as did Christ 
 To benefit his brothers while here upon earth. 
 
 Nov. 2nd, 1916. 
 
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 FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. 
 
 Oh Brothers, Sisters and Christian friends 
 Why this darkness on the way to Heaven 
 We were often told Christ cleared the road 
 And was waiting anxiously to cleanse each soul. 
 
 Here we are stranded on this dark path 
 Trying to find the footprints of the just 
 Oh send us light Father of All. 
 And lift from our Souls this deadly pall. 
 
 We thought when death leaves us 
 
 Resurrection finds us seated 
 
 At the right hand of God 
 
 If we only believe and Christ Jesus receive. 
 
 There was nothing else left to be done. 
 
 But through ignorance and neglect 
 
 We are here to reflect, if we only had known; 
 
 And the right way been shown 
 
 We would not have been in this terrible fix. 
 
 Here we are stranded not knowing what to 
 
 think 
 I feel I am standing just in sight of the brink 
 Of a terrible chasm as dark as night 
 Oh God! look with compassion and give me a 
 
 light. 
 
 Oh how I wish I had followed the pathway of 
 
 truth! 
 And as my last pleadings passed from my lips 
 I saw a light in the distance, hoping it to be 
 The much desired goal I was anxious to reach. 
 
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But as I tried onward to press 
 
 I found I was held by conditions I left 
 
 When on the earth plane, thinking I would gain 
 
 Easily the promised rest. 
 
 Then I heard a voice so low and sweet 
 Saying, "Brother are you trying to reach the 
 
 Heavenly home 
 Without the wedding garment of peace? It says 
 
 in Holy writ 
 "They who do not wear it must be bound hand 
 
 and foot." 
 
 But listen to me, your Brother, though so weak 
 Still I am trying with my Father's help 
 Some other Spirits 
 To guide and uplift. 
 
 I, like you, when on the earth's plane, 
 Thought more of my own pleasure 
 Than other peoples pain, now I must work out 
 My selfishness in this dreary plane. 
 
 Now I must work out 
 
 What I left undone 
 
 Is the duty our Father expects 
 
 From His children, every one. 
 
 How long I must remain 
 
 In this dreary place 
 
 To hear the weeping and wailing of those 
 
 Who came short of Gods grace. 
 
 When they were young 
 
 And full of vital force. 
 
 They did not seek the way of life 
 
 Christ taught them when on earth. 
 
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Now Brother give to me your hand 
 Oh dear! I cannot reach 
 The chasm is so very wide and dee^* 
 I fear I cannot give you much relief. 
 
 But I tell you dear Brother what to do 
 Try and be patient, keep praying for aid 
 To the ministering Spirits 
 Who are seeking to save. 
 
 Perhaps your dear mother 
 Who has passed to the Heights, 
 Much higher than the Earth plane 
 Through her goodness of heart. 
 
 Will be seeking her boy 
 When you have made 
 Better conditions 
 For her to draw nigh. 
 
 Now I must leave you in this sad plight 
 The advice I gave you has increased my light 
 Now I will step higher more victory to win 
 And lead more Spirits from the path of Sin. 
 
 And he passed through space so slowly 
 It was so very dark and dim 
 Seeking more Spirits who were held 
 In bondage by their Sins. 
 
 And as he was thinking 
 Of past mishaps 
 A Spirit so bright and fair 
 Crossed his dreary path. 
 
 Again he looked and his soul grew sick 
 As he fell prostrate at a woman's feet 
 Kneeling and bewailing the past 
 With regrets vivid and deep. 
 
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This woman he cried has risen up in judgment 
 
 Against my cowardly act 
 
 When on the earth plane 
 
 I trampled her virtues under my feet. 
 
 Oh God this is more than I can stand 
 
 Pray send a ministering spirit to give me a 
 
 helping hand 
 And as he spoke this Angel of Light 
 Who had worked her way upward from the 
 
 conditions of earth, 
 
 Held out to him her hand saying 
 "Brother in Christ, don't think of past life 
 But do your best to reach 
 The Heavenly Heights." 
 
 He rose from his feet, her last words to greet 
 
 With joy that knew no bounds 
 
 Saying, "can it be true, that the trouble I gave 
 
 you 
 Will not hinder my pathway to Heaven." 
 
 She looked in his face with a Heavenly smile 
 Saying the past is forgiven by me 
 Now look with faith, to our Father's grace 
 He is able and willing your sins to erase. 
 
 Go forward with your mission 
 Help others to unfold 
 The gift of the Spirit 
 God gives to each soul. 
 
 And when you have made good your past neg- 
 lect 
 You will steadily gain your future rest 
 Now I must leave you, my time is up 
 My good will I give you to help you aloft. 
 
 Then she passed to spheres 
 Much higher than the one 
 Who had wronged her on the earth plane 
 By his unlawful plans. 
 
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Oh friends of earth be careful of deeds 
 
 Your lusts to appease, 
 
 Encourage your thought waves of purity and 
 
 peace 
 Or you must work out all you've done amiss. 
 
 Nov. 12th, 1916. 
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 THE CELESTIAL CITY 
 
 The Celestial City not made with hands 
 The Bulwarks of Emmanuels Land 
 The Summit of all that is pure and true 
 There nothing remains for Spirits to do. 
 
 Here they will rest from their Labors well 
 
 earned 
 To the spheres of earth no more to return 
 This rest they have gained by devotion and 
 
 faith 
 With God as their King in the Temple of Grace. 
 
 From Earth they developed to Spheres above 
 Hoping and trusting in their Fathers great love 
 He never forsakes those who trust in His grace 
 But always provides, a sweet resting place. 
 
 Nov. 4th, 1916. 
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 HOW SHALL WE MEET OUR LOVED ONES. 
 
 How shall we meet our loved ones? 
 Oh! what a joyful thought 
 For those who have long been parted 
 And walk earths pathway alone. 
 
 The loving hearts that have been severed 
 By the Death Angel's cruel blow, 
 Are just waiting by the Border 
 To take us safely home. 
 
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To the land of the Soul, of joy and beauty, 
 Where sin can aot molest 
 Neither pain or grief affect us 
 In the Land of Perfect Rest. 
 
 Nov. 9th, 1916. 
 
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