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FOR HIS SAKE 
 
FOR HIS SAKE 
 
 Thoughts for Easter Day and 
 Every Day 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 ANNA E. MACK 
 
 Editor of " Because I Love You " and 
 
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Preface 
 
 A collection of thoughts for Easter Day and 
 every day, selected from many sources, and brought 
 together for the help and inspiration of those who 
 read. 
 
 Published for the purpose of furthering the mission 
 work of the Church in the Diocese of Nebraska, 
 primarily the erection of a church building in Teka- 
 mah, Nebraska. 
 
 ANNA E. MACK. 
 
 Tekamah, Neb. 
 
A little band of faithful people, hungering for 
 the regular ministrations of the Church of their love, 
 yet lacking sufficient means to erect a church build- 
 ing, have determined to bring about the consumma- 
 tion of their hopes by individual effort, and thus 
 bring a blessing not only upon themselves, but upon 
 the community in which they live. 
 
 " For His Sake," and for the furtherance of His 
 work among men, is the inspiration which prompts 
 the devoted compiler to send forth this admirable 
 collection of Christian thoughts. I heartily com- 
 mend the book to the reading public, and trust that 
 the object for which it is published may be fully 
 realized. 
 
 ARTHUR L. WILLIAMS, 
 Bishop Coadjutor of Nebraska. 
 
 Omaha, June 22, 1900. 
 
 VI 
 

 Contents 
 
 
 
 
 Easter Angels 
 
 
 
 
 Page 
 I 
 
 The Presence of God 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 7 
 
 Aspirations 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 • *5 
 
 Character 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 27 
 
 Influence . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 4 1 
 
 Work for God . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 • 5i 
 
 Work for Others 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 59 
 
 Consecration 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 75 
 
 Trust 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 85 
 
 The Ministry of Sorrow- 
 
 
 
 
 
 97 
 
 Faith and Cheer 
 
 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 Hope of the Resurrecti 
 
 on 
 
 
 
 
 
 115 
 
 Vlll 
 
Easter Angels 
 
Easter Angels 
 
 GOD hath sent His angels 
 To the earth again, 
 Bringing joyful tidings 
 To the sons of men. 
 They who first at Christmas 
 
 Thronged the heavenly way 
 Now beside the tomb-door 
 Sit on Easter Day. 
 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 " Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
 In the dreadful desert, 
 
 Where the Lord was tried, 
 There the faithful angels 
 Gathered at His side. 
 And when in the garden, 
 
 Grief and pain and care 
 Bowed Him down with anguish, 
 They were with Him there. 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 " Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
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Yet the Christ they honor 
 Is the same Christ still 
 Who in light and darkness 
 
 Did His Father's will. 
 And the tomb deserted 
 Shineth like the sky, 
 Since He passed out from it 
 Into victory. 
 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 tt Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
 God has still His angels, 
 Helping at His word, 
 All His faithful children 
 
 Like their faithful Lord, 
 Soothing them in sorrow, 
 Arming them in strife, 
 Opening wide the tomb-doors, 
 Leading into life. 
 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 "Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
 Father, send Thine angels 
 Unto us, we pray \ 
 
Leave us not to wander, 
 
 All along our way. 
 Let them guard and guide us, 
 
 Wheresoe'er we be, 
 Till our resurrection 
 
 Brings us home to Thee. 
 
 Angels, sing His triumph 
 As you sang His birth, 
 " Christ the Lord is risen, 
 Peace, good will on earth." 
 
 BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
The Presence of God 
 
O GLORIOUS Easter morning ! 
 O day of peace and light ! 
 One precious name adorning 
 With lilies pure and white, 
 A gladsome message bringing 
 
 Of love that knows no fear ; 
 The sweetest anthem singing : 
 u The risen Christ is here." 
 
 SARAH K. BOLTON. 
 
Hush, I pray you ! 
 
 What if this friend happened to be — God. 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING. 
 * 
 
 « Ye shall find the Babe." 
 Only a manger, cold and bare, 
 
 Only a maiden mild, 
 Only some shepherds kneeling there, 
 
 Watching a little Child ; 
 And yet that maiden's arms enfold 
 
 The King of Heaven above ; 
 And in the Christ-Child we behold 
 
 The Lord of Life and Love. 
 
 " My Father giveth you the True Bread." 
 Only an altar high and fair, 
 
 Only a white-robed priest, 
 Only Christ's children kneeling there 
 
 Keeping the Christmas feast ; 
 And yet beneath the outward sign 
 
 The inward Grace is given, — 
 His Presence, Who is Lord Divine 
 
 And King of earth and heaven. 
 
 A. R. G. 
 
 There lives and works a soul in all things 
 And that soul is God. 
 
 WILLIAM COWPER. 
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The Christ who came of old to His own 
 
 As truly comes to them now, 
 Where the faithful before His altar throne 
 
 With hearts believing bow, — 
 Emmanuel, then and now. 
 
 HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALL. 
 
 How silently, how silently, 
 
 The wondrous gift is given ! 
 So God imparts to human hearts 
 
 The blessings of His heaven. 
 No ear may hear His coming, 
 
 But in this world of sin 
 Where meek souls will receive Him still, 
 
 The dear Christ enters in. 
 
 BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
 Said Tennyson to his niece : " I should be 
 sorely afraid to live my life without God's presence ; 
 but to feel that He is by my side now just as much 
 as you are, that is the very joy of my heart." 
 
 And evermore beside him on his way 
 The unseen Christ shall move. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 II 
 
Earth's crammed with beauty 
 
 And every common bush afire with God, 
 
 But only he who sees takes off his shoes. 
 
 BROWNING. 
 
 * 
 
 That God which ever lives and loves 
 One God, one law, one element, 
 And one far-off divine event, 
 
 To which the whole creation moves. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 Christ — the one great word 
 Well worth all lang-ua2;e in earth or heaven. 
 
 PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 
 
 Never have we gone out in any journey of the 
 soul but God was with us. 
 
 IAN MACLAREN. 
 
 And thev who do their souls no wrong, 
 But keep at eve the faith of morn, 
 
 Shall daily hear the angel-song 
 
 To-day the Prince of Peace is born. 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
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The conscious presence of the living, loving Christ 
 can lift us above all trials and difficulties. 
 
 Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with 
 
 Spirit can meet, 
 Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands 
 
 and feet. 
 
 The best of all is, God is with us. 
 
 JOHN WESLEY. 
 
 Art thou fearful of the future ? — Is there 
 in thy heart that vague dread, that thou canst 
 not define, but which nevertheless torments thee ? 
 
 Trust in My Providence, I am present with 
 thee, I know all, and I will never leave thee, nor 
 forsake thee. 
 
 *£ GOLD DUST. 
 
 Give all thy thought and care to this — that God 
 be with thee in everything thou doest. 
 
 THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 *3 
 
If but thou diest day by day 
 
 To sins that clog thy homeward way, 
 
 Each night shall be a grave of care, 
 And morn a resurrection fair. 
 
 And daily be thy strength restored 
 By the dear Presence of thy Lord. 
 
 Let us learn that we can never be lonely or 
 
 forsaken in this life. Our Lord has promised, — 
 
 u Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of 
 the world." 
 
 DR. MANNING. 
 
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Aspirations 
 
Consider the Lilies 
 
 O LILIES fair, O emblems meet 
 Of Easter, and its bliss, 
 With angel-hands ye point us on 
 
 To higher life than this ; 
 Ye tell us of a Saviour's love 
 
 Which prompted Him to die 
 That He might manifest to us 
 A better world on high. 
 
 Ye speak of strength beyond our own 
 
 Which conquers death and sin, 
 And opens wide the gate of heaven 
 
 To take the ransomed in ; 
 Ye comfort hearts that else might break 
 
 With grief too great to bear. 
 By telling them, friends are not " dead," 
 
 But waiting for them there. 
 
 And oh ! what purity and grace 
 
 Do closely round you cling 
 As in your gentle spirit-tones 
 
 Ye whisper of the Spring ! 
 The happy time when Winter snows 
 
 Give place to sun and shower ; 
 When God Himself, with tenderness, 
 
 Doth wake each sleeping flower. 
 
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Easter lilies, fresh and fair, 
 
 We welcome you again, 
 As stars of hope to lead us on 
 
 Through sorrow's night of pain \ 
 By you the Spirit speaks to those 
 
 Who will the message hear, 
 Of resurrection power and love, 
 
 In this the wakening year. 
 
 CHARLOTTE MURRAY. 
 
 A Legend 
 
 There has come to my mind a legend, — a thing I 
 
 had half forgot, 
 And whether I read it or dreamed it, — ah well, it 
 
 matters not. 
 It said that in Heaven at twilight a great bell softly 
 
 swings, 
 And man may listen and hearken to the wonderful 
 
 music that rings, 
 If he put from the heart's inner chamber all the 
 
 passion, pain, and strife, 
 Heartache and weary longing, that throb in the pulses 
 
 of life,— 
 If he thrust from his soul all hatred, all thoughts of 
 
 wicked things, 
 He can hear in the holy twilight how the bell of the 
 
 angel rings. 
 
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And I think there is in this legend, if we open our 
 
 eyes to see, 
 Somewhat of an inner meaning, my friend, to you and 
 
 me. 
 Let us look in our hearts, and question, — can pure 
 
 thoughts enter in 
 To a soul, if it be already the dwelling of thoughts of 
 
 sin ? 
 Oh, then let us ponder a little : let us look in our 
 
 hearts and see 
 If the twilight bells of the angels could ring for us, 
 
 — you and me. 
 
 fy ROSE OSBORNE. 
 
 The ideal life, the life of full completion haunts us 
 all. We feel the thing we ought to be beating beneath 
 the thing we are. 
 
 Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 
 
 As the swift seasons roll ! 
 
 Leave thy low vaulted past ! 
 Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 
 Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 
 
 Till thou at length art free, 
 Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's 
 unresting sea ! 
 
 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
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O for a man to arise in me, 
 That the man that I am 
 May cease to be. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 Yes I dragged wearily along, passivelv 
 
 ::ed — the Man-I-Am — between the Man-I- 
 Might-Have-Been and the Man-I-Yet-Mav-Be. But 
 now, to-dav, I feel that with Christ's help all things 
 are possible t mirations, the energy and courage 
 
 that are thrilling in me in this beautiful new-born life 
 of to-dav, and the Man-I-Yet-May-Be drav 
 to my side. 
 
 •a- &• F - 
 
 I hold it truth with him who s 
 
 one clear harp in diverse tor.e^. 
 That men mav rise on stepping-stones 
 Or" their dead s gher things. 
 
 D, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 ;e mv mortal dreams come true 
 the work I fain would do : 
 Clothe with life the weak intent, 
 Let me be the thin.; I meant. 
 
 JOHN G: 7TIER. 
 
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Beauty and Truth and all that these contain 
 
 Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet; 
 
 We climb to them through years of sweat and pain. 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
 
 No star is ever lost we once have seen, 
 
 We always may be what we might have been. 
 
 ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 
 
 Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not 
 back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. 
 Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear 
 and with a manly heart. 
 
 So nigh is grandeur to the dust, 
 
 So near is God to man, 
 When duty whispers low, Thou must, 
 
 The youth replies, / can. 
 
 RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
 
 Let each man do his best. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 * 
 
 Be not simply good, but good for something. 
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They are slaves who fear to speak 
 
 For the fallen and the weak; 
 
 They are slaves who will not choose 
 
 Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, 
 
 Rather than in silence shrink 
 
 From the truth they needs must think; 
 
 They are slaves who dare not be 
 
 In the right with two or three. 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
 
 Try to do something in the world, and you will be 
 something, aim at excellence, and excellence will be 
 attained. This is the great secret of success and 
 eminence. " I cannot do it " never accomplished 
 anything. " I will try " has wrought wonders. 
 
 The men 
 Who carry out in act their great designs 
 Are few in number. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Many a stately ship lies shattered 
 Underneath the sounding seas ; 
 
 But the grass upon the hillside 
 
 Waves o'er sadder wrecks than these. 
 
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The life of every man is a diary in which he 
 means to write one story, and writes another : and 
 his humblest hour is when he compares the volume 
 as it is with what he vowed to make it. 
 
 JAMES M. BARRIE. 
 
 O pray the prayer of Plato old, 
 " God, make me beautiful within. 
 
 * 
 
 Now, believe me, God hides some ideal in every 
 human soul. At some time in our life we feel a 
 trembling, fearful longing to do some good thing. 
 Life finds its noblest spring of excellence in this 
 hidden impulse to do our best. There is a time 
 when we are not content to be such merchants, or 
 doctors, or lawyers as we see on the dead level 
 or below it. The woman longs to glorify her 
 womanhood as sister, wife, or mother. . . . 
 
 Here is God, — God standing silently at the door 
 all day long, — God whispering to the soul, that to 
 be pure and true is to succeed in life, and whatever 
 we get short of that will burn up like stubble, though 
 the whole world try to save it. 
 
 ROBERT COLLYER. 
 
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There are two angels, that attend unseen 
 Each one of us, and in great books record 
 Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down 
 The good ones, after every action closes 
 His volume and ascends with it to God. 
 The other keeps his dreadful day-book open 
 Till sunset, that we may repent ; which doing, 
 The record of the action fades away, 
 And leaves a line of white across the page. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Letting go the unworthy things that meet us — 
 pretence, worry, discontent, and self-seeking — and 
 taking loyal hold of time, work, present happiness, 
 love, duty, friendship, sorrow, and faith, let us so 
 live in all truth as to be an inspiration, strength, and 
 blessing to those whose lives are touched by ours. 
 
 ANNA ROBERTSON BROWN. 
 
 All great ages have been ages of belief. I mean, 
 when there was any extraordinary power of perform- 
 ance, when great national movements began, when 
 arts appeared, when heroes existed, when poems were 
 made, the human soul was in earnest. 
 
 RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
 24 
 
It is very good for strength 
 To know that some one needs you to be strong. 
 
 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 
 
 The cry of the human heart in all ages and in every 
 moment is, "Where is God and how shall I find 
 Him ? " 
 
 *£ GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 If we can only get out of our souls the thought 
 that it matters not if we are happy or sorrowful, 
 if only we are dutiful, and faithful, and brave, and 
 strong, then we should be in the atmosphere, we 
 should be in the great company, of the Christ. 
 
 BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
 There is nothing worth living for but God. 
 
 PISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 
 
 Yet with hands by evil stained, 
 And an ear by discord pained, 
 I am groping for the keys 
 Of the heavenly harmonies. 
 Still within my heart I bear 
 Love for all things good and fair. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 25 
 
Oh, be at least able to sav in that dav, — Lord, I 
 am no hero. I have been careless, cowardly, some- 
 times all but mutinous. Punishment I have deserved; 
 I deny it not. But a traitor I have never been ; a 
 deserter I have never been. I have tried to tight on 
 Thv side in Thv battle against evil. I have tried to 
 do the dutv which lav nearest me, and to leave what- 
 ever Thou didst commit to mv charge a little better 
 than I found it. I have not been good, but I have at 
 least tried to be good. Take the will for the deed, 
 good Lord. Strike not mv unworthv name off the 
 roll-call of the noble and victorious armv, which is 
 the blessed companv of all faithful people ; and let 
 me, too, be found written in the Book of Life, even 
 though I stand the lowest and last upon its list. Amen. 
 
 CHARLES KING5LEY. 
 
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Character 
 
IF you would make men honest or pure, or in any 
 way great, tell them of the dignity of their being : 
 open before their eyes the vast prospects of the eter- 
 nity which awaits them, in that Kingdom into which 
 can enter " nothing that defileth or maketh a lie," 
 yet into which they may enter if they only will. 
 Xell them of the exceeding greatness of God's power 
 at this moment to usward, which He wrought in 
 Christ when He raised Him from the dead, the power 
 of the Resurrection. 
 
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Building 
 
 We are building every day 
 In a good or evil way, 
 And the structure, as it grows, 
 Will our inmost self disclose, 
 
 Till in every arch and line 
 All our faults and failings shine ; 
 It may grow a castle grand, 
 Or a wreck upon the sand. 
 
 Do you ask what building this, 
 That can show both pain and bliss, 
 That can be both dark and fair ? 
 Lo, its name is Character ! 
 
 Build it well whate'er you do ; 
 Build it straight and strong and true ; 
 Build it clear and high and broad ; 
 Build it for the eye of God. 
 
 I. E. DIEKENGA. 
 
 A hundred years hence what difference will it 
 make whether you were rich or poor, a peer or a 
 peasant ? But what difference may it not make 
 whether you did what was right or what was wrong ? 
 
 3° 
 
I may not be great, I may miss all peace, but I 
 will be true. 
 
 * 
 
 Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 
 
 'Tis only noble to be good. 
 Kind hearts are more than coronets, 
 
 And simple faith than Norman blood. 
 
 A king may knight a knave, but God 
 Will still record him but a clod ; 
 The student of the Scripture reads, 
 Man is but nobled by his deeds. 
 
 SUSIE M. BEST. 
 
 To thine own self be true, 
 
 And it must follow as the night the day, 
 
 Thou canst not then be false to any man. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 Whatever anybody else does or says, I must be 
 good : just as if the emerald were to be always say- 
 ing, " Whatever anybody else does or says, / must be 
 emerald and keep my color." 
 
 * 
 
 All in their life-time carve their own soul's statue. 
 
 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. 
 
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The question every morning is not how to do the 
 gainful thing, but how to do the just thing. 
 
 JOHN RUSKIN. 
 
 * 
 
 He that wrongs his friend 
 Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about 
 A silent court of justice in his breast, 
 Himself the judge and jury, and himself 
 The prisoner at the bar, ever condemned. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 Not the wrongs done to us harm us, only those we 
 do to others. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 May you never, never have to say, 
 
 " My father had not been bowed so low, 
 
 Nor my mother left us long ago, 
 But for deeds of my misdoing." 
 
 PHCEBE CARY. 
 
 Why come temptations but for man to meet 
 And master and make crouch beneath his feet ? 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING. 
 * 
 
 No chain is stronger than its weakest link. 
 32 
 
We would willingly have others perfect and yet 
 we amend not our own faults. 
 
 THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
 When the fight begins within himself 
 A man's worth something. 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING. 
 
 Go forth and be the thing God made you to be. 
 
 * 
 
 Nor may man on his shield 
 Ever rest, for his foe is forever afield, 
 Danger ever at hand, till the arm'd Archangel 
 Sound o'er him the trump of earth's final evangel. 
 
 OWEN MEREDITH, 
 
 We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths, 
 In feelings, not in figures on a dial. 
 We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives 
 Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. 
 
 PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 
 
 Do noble things, not dream them all day long : 
 And so make Life, Death, and the vast Forever 
 One grand, sweet song. 
 
 CHARLES KINGSLKY. 
 
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Not for thine own 
 But others'weal, thou bcarest fruit; 
 Thy gain is in thy deeper root, 
 In twining branches stronger grown. 
 
 w. M. L. JAY. 
 
 Talent shapes itself in stillness : character in the 
 tumult of the world. 
 
 •$- GOETHE. 
 
 I count life just a stuff 
 To try the soul's strength on, educe the man. 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING. 
 
 Like as a star 
 That maketh not haste, 
 That taketh not rest, 
 Be each one fulfilling 
 His God-giyen best. 
 
 * 
 
 Heaven's gates are not so highly areh'd 
 As princes' palaces : they that enter there 
 Must go upon their knees. 
 
 WEBSTER. 
 * 
 
 Humility and toil are the two uprights of the 
 ladder by which we ascend to Paradise. 
 
 S. BERNARD. 
 
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Heaven's not gained by a single bound, 
 But we build the ladder by which we rise 
 
 From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, 
 
 And we mount to its summit round by round. 
 
 *£ J. G. HOLLAND. 
 
 To reach the port of heaven we must sail some- 
 times with the wind and sometimes against it. But 
 we must sail, and not drift nor lie at anchor. 
 
 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
 
 He only is advancing in life, whose heart is get- 
 ting softer, whose blood warmer, whose brain quicker, 
 whose spirit is entering into living peace. 
 
 & JOHN RUSKIN. 
 
 Follow the Christ, the King, 
 Live pure, speak true, right wrong. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 Be always true to the Divine Light that is within 
 you, and never turn aside to the right hand, nor to 
 the left, from following after Jesus. 
 
 REV. LEWIS T. WATTSON. 
 
 If religion has done nothing for your temper, it has 
 done nothing for your soul. 
 
 CLAYTON. 
 
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For lo ! in hidden deep accord 
 The servant may be like his Lord. 
 And Thy love, our love shining through, 
 May tell the world that Thou art true, 
 Till those who see us see Thee too. 
 
 ANNA LiETITIA WARING. 
 
 There has been lodged in the conscience of this 
 century a sense of the obligation resting upon the 
 disciple to imitate and reproduce the character of his 
 Master. 
 
 REV. GEORGE A. GORDON. 
 
 Jesus and His apostles teach that the supreme 
 success of life is not to escape pain, but to lay hold 
 on righteousness, not to possess, but to be holy, not 
 to get things from God, but to be like God. 
 
 *£ IAN MACLAREN. 
 
 The chief end of a Christian life is to be refash- 
 ioned into character-likeness to the Lord Jesus. 
 
 BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 
 * 
 
 u Love is the fulfilling of the law." It is the rule 
 for fulfilling all rules, the new commandment for 
 keeping all the old commandments, Christ's one 
 secret of the Christian life. 
 
 HENRY DRUMMOND. 
 
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For the structure that we raise 
 
 Time is with materials filled. 
 Our to-days and yesterdays 
 
 Are the blocks with which we build. 
 
 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 
 * 
 
 My business is not to remake myself, but to make 
 the absolute best of what God made. 
 
 .$. ROBERT BROWNING. 
 
 Blameless, loving lives befit the children of a 
 King whose name is Love. Are they gentle, lowly, 
 humble-minded? Is every action an action of love 
 to Him ? 
 
 The true calling of a Christian is not to do 
 extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things in an 
 extraordinary way. 
 
 ■$: DEAN STANLEY. 
 
 It does not matter whether you preach in West- 
 minster Abbey, or teach a ragged class, so you be 
 faithful. The faithfulness is all. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 It is possible to live very near to God under every 
 conceivable environment, and what is possible is our 
 highest duty. 
 
 BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLARKN. 
 
 37 ■ 
 
It is a blessed simplicity when a man leaves the 
 difficult ways of questions and disputings, and goes 
 forward in the plain and firm path of God's com- 
 mandments. 
 
 & THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
 Looking upward every day, 
 
 Sunshine on our faces, 
 Pressing onward every day 
 
 Toward the heavenly places. 
 
 Walking every day more close 
 
 To our Elder Brother, 
 Growing every day more true 
 
 Unto one another. 
 
 Leaving every day behind 
 
 Something which might hinder, 
 
 Running swifter every day, 
 Growing purer, kinder. 
 
 No man can become a saint in his sleep ; and to 
 fulfil the condition required demands a certain amount 
 of prayer and meditation and time, just as improve- 
 ment in any direction, bodily or mental, requires 
 preparation and care. 
 
 . HENRY DRUMMOND. 
 
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Speak a shade more kindly than the year before, 
 Pray a little oftener, love a little more - y 
 Cling a little closer to the Father's love : 
 Life below will liker grow to the life above. 
 
 " Grant to us, Lord, we beseech Thee, the spirit 
 to think and do always such things as are right ; that 
 we who cannot do anything that is good without 
 Thee, may by Thee be enabled to live according to 
 Thy will y through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." 
 
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Influence 
 
THE Easter praise may falter 
 And die with the Easter Day ; 
 The blossoms that brighten the altar 
 
 In sweetness may fade away ; 
 But after the silence and fading 
 
 Lingers a blessing unpriced 
 Above all changing and shading — 
 
 The love of the living Christ. 
 For the living Christ is loving, 
 
 And the loving Christ is alive ! 
 His life hidden in us is moving 
 
 Us ever to pray and strive. 
 
 M. L. DICKINSON. 
 
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Whate'er thou West, man, 
 
 That, too, become thou must — 
 
 God, if thou lovest God, 
 Dust, if thou lovest dust. 
 
 A - D - l62 °- _ ANGELUS SILESIUS. 
 
 It exalteth a man from earthly things to love 
 those that are heavenly. 
 
 THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
 This work of his is great and wonderful ; 
 His very face with change of heart is changed. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 * 
 
 Where'er a noble deed is wrought, 
 Where'er is spoken a noble thought, 
 
 Our hearts in glad surprise 
 
 To higher levels rise. 
 
 The tidal wave of deeper souls 
 Into our inmost being rolls, 
 
 And lifts us unawares 
 
 Out of all meaner cares. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Be noble, and the nobleness that lies 
 In other men, sleeping, but never dead, 
 Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
 
 44 
 
We listened, as all boys in their better moods will 
 listen, to a man who we felt to be with all his heart 
 and soul and strength striving against whatever was 
 mean and unmanly and unrighteous in our little 
 world. It was not the cold, clear voice of one giving 
 advice and warning from serene heights to those who 
 were struggling and sinning below, but the warm, 
 living voice of one who was fighting for us and by 
 our sides, and calling on us to help him and ourselves 
 and one another. And so, wearily and little by little, 
 but surely and steadily on the whole, was brought 
 home to the young boy for the first time the meaning 
 of his life : that it was no fool's or sluggard's para- 
 dise into which he had wandered by chance, but a 
 battle-field ordained from of old, where there are no 
 spectators, but the youngest must take his side, and 
 the stakes are life and death. And he who roused 
 this consciousness in them, showed them at the same 
 time, by every word he spoke in the pulpit, and by 
 his whole daily life, how that battle was to be fought, 
 and stood there before them their fellow-soldier and 
 the captain of their band. 
 
 r THOMAS HUGHES. 
 
 One example is worth a thousand arguments. 
 
 _ WILLIAM E. GLADSTONE. 
 
 You can only make others better by being good 
 yourself. hugh r. HAWIES. 
 
 45 
 
More in the garden grows than what is sown, 
 Not weeds alone, but flowers come up unbidden, 
 Sown bv the careful wind. So here I mark 
 Not the parched petal, but the vital seed; 
 For each word dropping from the lip or pen 
 Of man or woman i that dies not, 
 
 Wafted afar, to spring we know not where. 
 
 HORATIUS BONAR. 
 
 * 
 
 The dear L : :: - . 
 
 Are humble human souls, 
 The gospel of a life like h e 
 
 Is more than books or scrolls. 
 
 JOHN' GREEN'LEAF WHITTIER. 
 
 * 
 
 Y D can help vour fellow-men, vou must help your 
 fellow-men : but the onlv way vou can help them is 
 bv being the noblest and best man that it is possible 
 for vou to be. 
 
 EI5HOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
 It was not anvthing she said ; 
 It was not anything she did ; 
 It was the movement of her head 
 The lifting of her lid. 
 
 trod her path aright 
 Power from her very garments stole; 
 For such is the mysterious might 
 _ rants a noble soul. 
 
 - 
 
If our virtues 
 Did not go forth of us 'twere all alike 
 As if we had them not. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 Every man is a missionary now and forever, 
 whether he intends or designs it or not. 
 
 DR. CHALMERS. 
 
 No stream from its source 
 Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, 
 But what some land is gladden'd. No star ever rose 
 And set without influence somewhere. Who knows 
 What earth needs from earth's lowest creatures. No 
 
 life 
 Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife 
 And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 
 
 OWEN MEREDITH. 
 
 A holy life has a voice : it speaks when the tongue 
 is silent, and is either a constant attraction or a per- 
 petual reproof. 
 
 HINTON. 
 
 47 
 
In our course through life we shall meet the people 
 who are coming to meet us from many strange places 
 and by many strange roads, and what it is set to us 
 to do to them, and what it is set to them to do to us 
 will all be done. 
 
 CHARLES DICKENS, Little Dorrit. 
 
 I am a part of all that I have met. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 * 
 
 As I look on you 
 My heart grows lighter, I behold a man 
 Who lives in an ideal world, apart 
 From all the rude collisions of our life 
 In a calm atmosphere. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 * 
 
 And this we may know surely, that no man or 
 woman of the humblest sort can reallv be strong, 
 gentle, pure, and good without the world being better 
 for it, without somebody being helped and com- 
 forted by the very existence of that goodness. 
 
 BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
 * 
 
 How far that little candle throws his beams 
 So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 4 8 
 
This learned I from the shadow of a tree 
 That to and fro did sway upon a wall, — 
 Our shadow-selves, our influence, may fall 
 Where we can never be. 
 
 ANNA E. HAMILTON. 
 
 O pious mother ! kind, good, brave, and truthful 
 soul as I have ever found, and more than I have 
 ever elsewhere found in this world, your poor Tom, 
 long out of his school days now, has fallen very 
 lonely, very lame and broken in this pilgrimage of 
 his : and you cannot help him, or cheer him by a 
 kind word any more. From your grave in Eccle- 
 fechan Kirkyard, yonder, you bid him trust in God, 
 and that also he will try if he can understand and do. 
 
 THOMAS CARLYLE. 
 
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Work for God 
 
Easter Flowers 
 
 THEY brought their flowers to the altar, 
 Blossoms of white and red; 
 Lilies and violets and roses 
 
 The sweetest of perfumes shed ; 
 And none of the rich and mighty 
 
 Who lavished their gifts that day, 
 Took heed of a child among them 
 Who timidly pressed her way. 
 
 She crept up close to the altar, 
 
 And there, 'neath a lily's crown, 
 With tender, reverent fingers, 
 
 She laid her offering down, 
 And said to a curious question, 
 
 As the flowers dropped from her hand, 
 u It is only a little daisy, 
 
 But God will understand." 
 
 Sweet childish faith ! Oh, teach us 
 
 Our little best to give, 
 Though the works of others are greater 
 
 Than the humble life we live ; 
 And to offer our grateful service 
 
 Forever with loving hand, 
 Safe in the blessed assurance 
 
 That God will understand. 
 
 53 
 
The glory is not in the task, but in 
 The doing it for Him. 
 
 JEAN INGELOW. 
 
 Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord 
 
 and not unto men ; knowing that of the Lord ye 
 
 shall receive the reward of the inheritance : for ye 
 
 serve the Lord Christ. 
 
 Col. iii. 23, 24. 
 
 Shall not the Fashioner command His work ? 
 And who am I, that if He whisper, " Rise, 
 Go forth upon Mine errand," — should reply 
 
 — I pray Thee, God, 
 Have me excused. 
 
 g JEAN INGELOW. 
 
 I heard the voice of the Lord saying, Whom shall 
 I send, and who will go for us ? Then said I, Here 
 am I, send me. 
 
 ^ ha. vi. 8. 
 
 Look upon yourself as a hired servant of God, to 
 whom He has promised a rich reward at the end of 
 the day He calls life ; each morning hold yourself in 
 readiness to obey His commands, in the way He wills, 
 and with the means He appoints. 
 
 GOLD DUST. 
 
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God gives us always strength enough, and sense 
 enough, for what He wants us to do. 
 
 JOHN RUSKIN. 
 
 To love God is a great thing, to love Him more 
 and more a greater, and to make others love Him so 
 great it is a joyous surprise, ever fresh and new every 
 day, that God should let us, such as we are, do so 
 great a thing. 
 
 FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
 
 Blessed are they who die for God, 
 And earn the martyr's crown of light, 
 
 Yet he who lives for God may be 
 A greater conqueror in His sight. 
 
 ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 
 
 Expect great things from God : 
 Attempt great things for God. 
 
 Oh, the long, long years are flown, 
 Since a Master bade His own 
 Bear the message far and wide 
 Of a Saviour crucified ; 
 Flash the light o'er vale and hill, 
 Yet they sit in darkness still. 
 55 
 
 CAREY. 
 
The question is not what must I do, but what 
 I do. Love trill stop at nothing. It takes 
 B and tea :rr its object over every hill 
 
 and mountain of difficul: 
 
 Love and believe : for works will follow spontaneous 
 Ever as dav does the sun : the R m the Good 
 
 Dg : 
 Love in a bodilv shape : and Christian works are no 
 
 more than 
 Animate Love and Faith, as flowers are the animate 
 
 Sp: 
 
 HE JRTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 I _ id to think 
 
 I am not bound to make the wrong go right ; 
 But onlv to discover and to do, 
 
 :h cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. 
 
 N INGELOW. 
 
 UNLESS we perform divine - ~ everv 
 
 willi: f our life, we never perform it at alL 
 
 jc: 
 
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Yea ! yea ! a look the fainting heart may break 
 
 Or make it whole : 
 And just one word, if said for love's sweet sake, 
 
 May save a soul. 
 
 MAY RILEY SMITH. 
 
 Are there none to die for Israel ? 
 
 'Tis not enough to mourn. Breastplate and harness 
 
 Are better things than sackcloth. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 The old order changeth, yielding place to new, 
 And God fulfils Himself in many ways. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 * 
 
 By many hands the work of God is done. 
 
 RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. 
 
 Worship or service — which? Ah, that is best 
 To which He calls me, be it toil or rest, — 
 To labor for Him in life's busy stir, 
 Or seek His feet a silent worshipper. 
 
 57 
 
The Common Ottering 
 
 o 
 
 It is not the deed we do, 
 
 Tho 1 the deed be never so fair, — 
 But the love that the deal Lord looketh for, 
 Hidden with holv care 
 In the heart of the deed so fair. 
 
 The love is the priceless thing, 
 
 The treasure our treasure must hold, 
 Or ever our Lord will take the gift, 
 Or tell the worth of the gold, — 
 Bv the love that cannot be told. 
 
 the rich and the poor — 
 Dear Lord in thv service draw near; 
 One consecrateth a precious coin, 
 One droppeth onlv a tear; 
 L: >k, Master, — the love is he 
 
 .RIET McEWEN KIMBALL. 
 
 Te~ ter, whom I serve, 
 
 Though so feeblv and so ill, 
 
 .d and heart and nerve 
 
 All Thv bidding to fulfil ; 
 Open Thou mine eves to see 
 
 All the work Thou hast for me. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
Work for Others 
 
o 
 
 PH, let me know 
 The power of Thy resurrection ; 
 
 Oh, let me show 
 Thy risen life in calm and clear reflection ; 
 
 Oh, let me give 
 Out of the gifts Thou freely givest ; 
 
 Oh, let me live 
 With life abundantly because Thou livest. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
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Not to be ministered unto, but to minister. 
 
 Mark x. 45. 
 
 Not to be served, O Lord, but to serve man 
 
 All that I can, 
 And as I minister unto his need 
 
 Serve Thee indeed. 
 So runs the law of love that hath been given, 
 
 To make earth Heaven. 
 
 WALTER C. SMITH. 
 
 An arm of aid to the weak, 
 A friendlv hand to the friendless, 
 Kind words so short to speak, 
 But whose echo is endless, — 
 The world is wide, these things are small, 
 They may be nothing, but thev are all ! 
 
 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. 
 
 Love God and love one another ! Is that all ? 
 That we have known from our youth up. Yet 
 is there nothing else to say ? 
 
 RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. 
 
 As we have therefore opportunitv, let us do good 
 unto all men. 
 
 Gal. vi. 10. 
 
 62 
 
Have love ! not love alone for one \ 
 But man as man thy brother call, 
 And scatter like the circling sun 
 Thy charities on all. 
 
 FREDERICK SCHILLER. 
 
 Ah, when shall all men's good 
 Be each man's rule, and universal Peace 
 Lie like a shaft of light across the land 
 And like a lane of beams athwart the sea. 
 
 There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or 
 behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain 
 around us. 
 
 RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
 * 
 
 I shall pass through this world but once. Any 
 good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness 
 that I can show to any human being, let me do it 
 now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall 
 not pass this way again. 
 
 * 
 
 Life is short, and we have never too much time 
 for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling 
 the same dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to 
 love ! Make haste to be kind ! 
 
 amiel. 
 
 63 
 
The character of God's goodness is communica- 
 tive. He is always communicating Himself to His 
 creatures in nature, in grace, in glorv. We must 
 copy this example. There is no such thing as 
 selrlsh goodness, thinking only about ourselves and 
 our own souls. 
 
 FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
 
 No man can work worthily in this world of God's 
 unless there burn in him the stimulating fire of some 
 great and clear conviction. 
 
 RICHARD A. ARMSTRONG. 
 * 
 
 But thou go forth and do thy deed, 
 
 In forest and in town, 
 Nor sis;h for ease while pain and need 
 
 Are plucking at thv gown. 
 
 KATHARINE LEE BATES. 
 
 The poor are our friends, and according to the 
 Spanish proverb, M When a friend asketh there is no 
 to-morro 
 
 £ LADY LINDSAY. 
 
 God puts within our reach the power of helpful- 
 ness, the ministry of pity. 
 
 FRANCIS PAGET. 
 
 64 
 
Make a rule, and pray God to help you to keep 
 it, never, if possible, to lie down at night without 
 being able to say, " I have made one human being, at 
 least, a little wiser, a little happier, or a little better 
 this day." 
 
 CHARLES KINGSLEY. 
 
 If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life 
 of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked 
 with God. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 " The greatest thing," says some one, " a man can 
 do for his Heavenly Father is, to be kind to some of 
 His other children." 
 
 HENRY DRUMMOND. 
 
 Nothing is impossible ; there are ways which lead 
 to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should 
 always have sufficient means. 
 
 " I have no mission," said Clara Barton, years ago, 
 " but I have always had more work lying about my 
 feet than I could do." 
 
 65 
 
The only way to regenerate the world is to do the 
 duty which lies nearest us. 
 
 CHARLES KINGSLEY. 
 
 Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, 
 to whomsoever you can, as long as God permits you 
 to live in this world. 
 
 All worldly joys go less 
 Than the one joy of doing kindnesses. 
 
 GEORGE HERBERT. 
 
 There is no higher dignity than that of helpful- 
 ness. ^ 
 
 If there be some weaker one, 
 
 Give me strength to help him on ; 
 
 If a blinder soul there be, 
 
 Let me guide him nearer Thee. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 
 May you never say of a brother dear, 
 " Did I do enough to help and cheer ? 
 
 Did I try to help and guide him ? " 
 Now the snares of the world about him lie, 
 And if unhonored he live and die, 
 
 I shall wish I were dead beside him. 
 
 PHCEBE CARY. 
 
 66 
 
Kind words are the music of the world. They 
 have a power which seems to be beyond natural 
 causes, as if they were some angel's song which had 
 lost its way and come on earth. It seems as if they 
 could almost do what in reality God alone can do — 
 soften the hard and angry hearts of men. No one 
 was ever corrected by a sarcasm — crushed, perhaps, 
 if the sarcasm was clever enough — but drawn nearer 
 to God, never. 
 
 FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
 
 A touch, a tender word, no more — 
 
 A face that lingers by the door, 
 
 To turn and smile, a fond word said, 
 
 A kiss — these things make heaven, and yet 
 
 We do neglect, refuse, forget, 
 
 To give that little ere 'tis fled, 
 
 Ah, me ! ah, me ! 
 And sad hearts go uncomforted. 
 
 * 
 
 A kind word, a gentle act, a modest demeanor, a 
 loving smile, are as so many seeds that we can scatter 
 every moment of our lives, and which will always 
 spring up and bear fruit. 
 
 gold DUST. 
 
 67 
 
Only 
 
 Only a seed — but it chanced to fall 
 In a little cleft of a city wall, 
 And taking root, grew bravely up 
 Till a tiny blossom crowned its top. 
 
 Only a thought — but the work it wrought 
 Could never by tongue or pen be taught ; 
 For it ran through a life like a thread of gold, 
 And the life bore fruit — a hundred fold. 
 
 Only a word — but 'twas spoken in love, 
 With a whispered prayer to the Lord above ; 
 And the angels in heaven rejoiced once more, 
 For a new-born soul " entered in by the door." 
 
 * 
 
 Friends, in this world of hurry, 
 And work, and sudden end, 
 
 If a thought comes quick of doing 
 A kindness to a friend, 
 
 Do it that very moment ! 
 
 Don't put it off — don't wait ! 
 What's the use of doing a kindness 
 
 If you do it a day too late ? 
 68 
 
Do the work that's nearest, 
 
 Though it's dull at whiles, 
 Helping when you meet them, 
 
 Lame dogs over stiles. 
 
 CHARLES KINGSLEY. 
 
 And this thought will be our comfort — 
 
 That if only we will bear 
 One another's burdens gladly, 
 
 Christ Himself the weight will share. 
 
 He will note each kindly effort, 
 And will cheer us all the while 
 
 With the gladness and the sunshine 
 Of His tender, loving smile. 
 
 CHARLOTTE MURRAY. 
 * 
 
 Never let the seeming worthlessness of sympathy 
 make you keep back that sympathy of which, when 
 men are suffering around you, your heart is full. Go 
 and give it without asking yourself whether it is worth 
 while to give it. It is too sacred a thing for you to 
 tell what it is worth. God, from whom it comes, 
 sends it through you to His needy child. 
 
 BISHOP PHILLIPS BROOKS. 
 
 Have a loving care for others ; God will have a 
 loving care for thee. 
 
 6 9 
 
If thou art blest 
 Then let the sunshine of thv gladness rest 
 On the dark edges of each cloud that lies 
 Black in thy brother's skies. 
 
 If thou art sad, 
 Still be thou in thv brother's gladness glad. 
 
 ANNA E. HAMILTON. 
 
 Look up and not down, 
 
 Look forward and not back, 
 Look out and not in ; 
 Lend a hand. 
 
 EDWARD EVERETT HALE. 
 
 Thy business is mine and mine thine, if there is 
 a ghost of a chance that we can either of us help 
 the other. 
 
 * 
 
 Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others 
 cannot keep it from themselves. 
 
 JAMES M. BARRIE. 
 
 * 
 
 How lovely are the messengers that teach us the 
 gospel of peace. To all the nations is gone forth the 
 sound of their words; throughout all the lands their 
 glad tidings. 
 
 MENDELSSOHN, Oratorio of St. Paul. 
 7° 
 
Blessing she is ; God made her so, 
 
 And deeds of week-day holiness 
 Fall from her noiseless as the snow ; 
 Nor hath she ever chanced to know 
 
 That aught were easier than to bless. 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
 
 Perhaps at the Last Day all that will remain 
 worth recording of a life full of activity and zeal, 
 will be those little deeds that were done solely beneath 
 the eye of God. 
 
 J GOLD DUST. 
 
 That best portion of a good man's life, 
 His little nameless unremembered acts 
 Of kindness and of love. 
 
 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 
 
 Sow with a generous hand ; 
 Pause not for toil or pain ; 
 Sow and look onward, upward ; 
 You shall reap in joy the harvest 
 You have sown to-day in tears. 
 
 ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 
 7* 
 
What a gladness in the glory of the better land to 
 
 know, 
 That some poor, waiting, longing, doubting, fearing 
 
 souls below, 
 In our gracious human loving, we the love of God 
 
 did show. 
 
 The Sower 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed, 
 
 At eve hold not thv hand ; 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
 
 Broadcast it o'er the land ; 
 
 Beside all waters sow, 
 
 The highway furrows stock, 
 Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
 
 Drop it upon the rock. 
 
 The good, the fruitful ground 
 
 Expect not here nor there ; 
 O'er hill and dale and plain 'tis found, 
 
 Go forth then, everywhere ! 
 
 And duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beautv, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 
 And the full corn at length. 
 72 
 
Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 
 Cold, heat, and moist and dry, 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 
 For garners in the sky ; 
 
 Then when the glorious end, 
 
 The day of God, shall come, 
 The angel reapers shall descend, 
 
 At God's great harvest-home. 
 
 JAMES MONTGOMERY. 
 # 
 
 Better to walk the realm unseen 
 
 Than watch the hour's event ; 
 Better the well done at the last 
 
 Than the air with shoutings rent. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 73 
 
Consecration 
 
M 
 
 AY the glad dawn 
 Of Easter-morn 
 Bring holy joy to thee. 
 
 May the calm eve 
 Of Easter leave 
 
 A peace divine with thee. 
 
 May Easter-night 
 
 On thine heart write, 
 
 O Christ, I live for Thee. 
 
 77 
 
Once go forth and live, and love, and move, and 
 speak, act, and think, all for Jesus, and you need 
 know no other thought or rule. 
 
 FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
 
 Lord, in my simple heart I give myself to-day to 
 be Thy servant ever. 
 
 J THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
 "Thy will — nothing more, nothing less, nothing 
 else." 
 
 Truly, it is a hard lesson, but if by God's grace 
 we learn it, we shall find that there is no joy in the 
 world like the joy of those who have entirely given 
 up the thought of pleasing themselves, and seek only 
 to hear and do the will of God. 
 
 YOUNG. 
 
 Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to 
 
 follow 
 Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her 
 
 Saviour. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Doing God's will as if it were my own, 
 
 Yet trusting not in mine, but in His strength alone. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 
 78 
 
The mark of a saint is not perfection but conse- 
 cration. A saint is not a man without faults, but a 
 man who has given himself without reserve to God. 
 
 BISHOP WESTCOTT. 
 
 * 
 
 It is only the lives hidden in God and to Him 
 wholly consecrated which have power to tell upon 
 those which lie on a lower level, and to lift them 
 higher by the very intensity of their own spiritual 
 love. 
 
 H. BOWMAN. 
 
 That man is very strong and powerful who has 
 no more hopes for himself, who looks not to be loved 
 any more, to be admired any more, to have any more 
 honor or dignity, and who cares not for gratitude, 
 but whose sole thought is for others, and who only 
 lives on for them. helps. 
 
 We may go through common life with an uncom- 
 mon motive — the thought of God, and the desire 
 of pleasing and serving Him in all things. 
 
 EDWARD MEYRIC GOULBURN. 
 
 Life is a little gift when love bids "give ! " 
 
 EDWIN ARNOLD. 
 
 79 
 
Lord, make me quick to see 
 Each task awaiting me, 
 
 And quick to do ; 
 Oh, grant me strength, I pray, 
 With lowly love each day 
 
 And purpose true, 
 
 To go as Jesus went, 
 Spending and being spent, 
 
 Myself forgot ; 
 Supplying human needs 
 By loving words and deeds, 
 
 Oh, happy lot ! 
 
 R. M. OFFORD. 
 
 To become like Christ is the only thing in the 
 world worth caring for, the thing before which everv 
 ambition of man is folly and all lower achievements 
 vain. 
 
 HENRY DRUMMOND. 
 
 Hold in my sight Thy wondrous cross, 
 So shall I faint not under mine ; 
 
 So shall I deem no anguish loss 
 
 That leads me in Thy steps divine. 
 
 w. M. L. JAY. 
 
 80 
 
Christ's Giving 
 
 St. John xv. 13 
 
 The spirit of self-sacrifice 
 
 Stays not to count its price. 
 Christ did not of His mere abundance cast 
 Into the empty treasury of man's store : 
 
 The First and Last 
 Gave until even He could give no more \ 
 
 His very living, 
 
 Such was Christ's giving. 
 
 ANNA E. HAMILTON. 
 
 Two mites, two drops, but all her house and land, 
 Fell from an earnest heart but trembling hand, 
 The others wanton wealth foamed high and brave, 
 The others cast away, she only gave. 
 
 She had ceased to think that her own lot could be 
 happy — had ceased to think of happiness at all: the 
 one end of her life seemed to be the diminishing of 
 sorrow. 
 
 GEORGE ELIOT. 
 
 Never be afraid of giving up your best, and God 
 
 will give you His better. 
 
 hinton. 
 
 81 
 
Perhaps there may be hours 
 
 When I will miss the flow'rs 
 
 That made more bright the groves 
 
 That contemplation loves ; 
 
 But I am satisfied 
 
 With Christ the crucified. 
 
 a. e. s. 
 
 Thou hast created us unto Thyself, and our heart 
 finds no rest until it rests in Thee. 
 
 ST. AUGUSTINE. 
 
 God's greatness flows around our incompleteness ; 
 Round our restlessness — His rest. 
 
 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 
 
 Our hearts are full and our voices sing 
 
 Of our love for the Christ — for the risen King. 
 
 The more closely the tie is drawn between our- 
 selves and our Master, the more like Him we shall 
 be seen to go about doing good. 
 
 KNOX LITTLE. 
 82 
 
We take with solemn thankfulness 
 Our burden up, nor ask it less ; 
 And count it joy that even we 
 May suffer, serve, or wait for Thee, 
 Whose will be done. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 * 
 
 It matters not where or what we are, so we be 
 His servants. 
 
 H. E. MANNING. 
 
 My God, teach me to live with an abiding sense 
 of Thy Presence, laboring for Thee, suffering for 
 Thee, guided by Thee, and Thee alone. 
 
 GOLD DUST. 
 
 Grant me the utmost holiness of which I am 
 capable, then let others be holier than myself. 
 
 GOLD DUST. 
 
 And now we only ask to serve, 
 
 We do not ask to rest ; 
 We would give all without reserve, 
 
 Our life, our love, our best. 
 
 We only ask to see His face, 
 
 It is enough for us : 
 We only ask the lowest place, 
 
 So He may smile on us. 
 
 m. e. townsend. 
 
 83 
 
Trust 
 
SING, children, sing ! 
 The lilies white you bring 
 In the joyous Easter morning for hope are blos- 
 soming ; 
 And as the earth her shroud of snow from off her 
 
 breast doth fling, 
 So may we cast our fetters off in God's eternal 
 
 spring, 
 So may we find release at last from sorrow and from 
 
 pain, 
 So may we find our childhood's calm, delicious dawn 
 
 again. 
 Sweet are your eyes, O little ones, that look with 
 
 smiling grace, 
 Without a shade of doubt or fear, into the Future's 
 
 face ! 
 Sing, sing in the happy chorus, with joyful voices 
 
 tell 
 That death is life, and God is good, and all things 
 shall be well; 
 
 That bitter days shall cease 
 In warmth, and light, and peace ; 
 That winter yields to spring : 
 Sing, little children, sing! 
 
 CELIA THAXTER. 
 
 87 
 
Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every 
 cottage window, so comes a love-beam of God's care 
 and pity for every separate need. 
 
 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. 
 
 Great our need, but greater far 
 Is our Father's loving power. 
 
 He upholds each mighty star, 
 He unfolds each tiny flower. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 * 
 
 People talk about special providences. I believe 
 in the providences, but not in the specialty. I do 
 not believe that God lets the thread of my affairs go 
 for six days, and on the seventh evening takes it up 
 for a moment. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 But Heaven hath a hand in these events, 
 
 To whose high will we bound our calm contents. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 There is a power whose care 
 Teaches thy way. 
 
 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 
 
 88 
 
I know that He has led me all my life. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 
 Just outside the workday path 
 
 By man's volition trod, 
 Lie the resistless issues of 
 
 The things ordained of God. 
 
 ALICE CARY. 
 
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 God shall be my hope, 
 My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 I just fold my wings at nightfall, 
 
 Wherever I happen to be ; 
 For the Father is always watching, 
 
 No harm can happen to me. 
 
 N. V. W. 
 
 Happy the man who sees a God employed 
 In all the good or ill that checkers life. 
 
 COWPER. 
 
 * 
 
 Through Him the first fond prayers are said, 
 
 Our lips of childhood frame ; 
 The last low whispers of our dead 
 
 Are burdened with His name. 
 
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When shadows of the valley fall, 
 When sin and death the soul appall, 
 One light we through the darkness see : 
 
 Christ on the cross, 
 
 We cry to Thee. 
 
 TUDOR JENKS. 
 
 His ear is ever open, 
 
 He hears the faintest cry ; 
 
 To all who call upon Him, 
 The Lord our God is nigh. 
 
 CHRISTINA MULLER. 
 * 
 
 Whatever troubles come to you of mind, body, 
 or estate, from within or from without, from chance 
 or from intent, from friends or foes — whatever your 
 trouble be, though you be lonely, O children of a 
 Heavenly Father, be not afraid. 
 
 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN. 
 
 In difficult positions where you anticipate not only 
 trouble for yourself but also dangers for others, fore- 
 see and prepare for them, but do not fear them ; if 
 they come, the will of God and His grace will be 
 there also. 
 
 The Shepherd is leading you in a circuitous path 
 but in the right way to His own blessed fold. 
 
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Be quiet, soul ; 
 Why shouldst thou care and sadness borrow, 
 Why sit in nameless fear and sorrow 
 
 The livelong day ? 
 God will mark out thy path to-morrow 
 
 In His best way. 
 
 We are always disbelieving in God, because things 
 do not go as we intend and desire them to go. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 That's best 
 Which God sends. 'Twas His will ; it is mine. 
 
 OWEN MEREDITH. 
 
 Do the darkness and the terror plot against you, 
 
 We also plan. 
 They that love you are stronger than your haters ; 
 
 Trust God, O man ! 
 
 EDWIN ARNOLD. 
 
 If you fear, 
 Cast all your care on God ; that anchor holds. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
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When we cannot see our way 
 
 Let us trust and still obey ; 
 He who bids us forward go, 
 
 Will not fail the way to show. 
 
 » 
 
 Late on me weeping did this whisper fall : 
 
 u Dear child, there is no need to weep at all : 
 
 Why go about to grieve and to despair ? 
 
 Why weep now through thy future's eyes, and bear 
 
 In vain to-day, to-morrow's load of care." 
 
 SEPTIMUS SUTTON. 
 * 
 
 It becomes by degrees easier to love God with no 
 uncertain affection ; to take adversities as blessings ; 
 and to see in every cross a sign of love. 
 
 BISHOP WILLIAM E. McLAREN. 
 
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 To feel altho' no tongue can prove 
 That every cloud that spreads above, 
 And veileth love, itself is love. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 * 
 
 Much must be borne which is hard to bear, 
 
 Much given away which it were sweet to keep. 
 
 God help us all who need indeed His care: 
 
 And yet I know the Shepherd loves His sheep. 
 
 RUTH OGDEN. 
 
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Oh, we all have need of that prayer of the Breton 
 mariner : " Save us, O God ! Thine ocean is so large 
 and our little boats so small." 
 
 CANON F. W. FARRAR. 
 
 No help ! nay, it is not so ! 
 Though human help be far, thy God is nigh 
 Who feeds the ravens, hears His children's cry, 
 He's near thee wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam, 
 And He will guide thee, light thee, help thee home. 
 
 In my own hands my want and weakness are, 
 My strength, O God, in Thine. 
 
 BAYARD TAYLOR. 
 
 Faith is a grasping of Almighty power 
 The hand of man laid on the arm of God, 
 
 The grand and blessed hour 
 In which the things impossible to me 
 Become the possible, O Lord, through Thee. 
 
 ANNA E. HAMILTON. 
 * 
 
 Lo ! Lord, I sit in Thy wide space 
 
 My child upon my knee ; 
 She looketh up into my face 
 
 And I look up to Thee. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
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The way at times may dark and wearv seem, 
 No ray of sunshine on our path mav beam, 
 The dark clouds hover o'er us like a pall, 
 And gloom and sadness seem to compass all, 
 But still with honest purpose toil we on ; 
 And if our steps be upright, straight, and true, 
 Far in the east a golden light shall dawn 
 And the bright smile of God come bursting through. 
 
 WILL CARLETON. 
 
 To learn to leave things with God and to do 
 one's work as if God could be trusted, is to gain 
 the repose and full-heartedness which permits one 
 to pour out his whole strength without anxiety, 
 worry, or distraction. 
 
 * 
 
 I said to mv little son, who was watching tear- 
 fullv a tree he had planted, u Let it alone : it will 
 grow while you are sleeping." 
 
 * 
 
 Why shouldst thou rill to-dav with sorrow 
 About to-morrow, 
 
 My heart ? 
 One watches all with care most true : 
 Doubt not that He will give thee, too, 
 
 Thy part. 
 
 PAUL FLEMMING. 
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This life is linked to the eternal, — it will all come 
 right. It will all come right at last. 
 
 REV. JOHN O. HAARVIG. 
 
 My bark is wafted to the strand 
 
 By breath Divine, 
 And on the helm there rests a hand 
 
 Other than mine. 
 
 DEAN OF CANTERBURY. 
 
 At the end of all exists the great Hope, — Eternal 
 Life. 
 
 CHARLOTTE BRONTE. 
 
 Then hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father knows what 
 
 thou knowest not, 
 The need and the thorn and the shadow linked with 
 
 the fairest lot ; 
 Knows the wisest exemption from many an unseen 
 
 snare ; 
 Knows what will keep thee nearest, knows what 
 
 thou could'st not bear. 
 
 Hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father portioneth as He 
 
 will 
 To all His beloved children, and shall they not be 
 
 still ? 
 
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Is not His will the h : > choice the 
 
 And in perfect aquie- B there not perfect r 
 
 Hush ! oh, hush! forth. - are true 
 
 and ju>:. 
 Knoweth and careth and loveth, and r thy 
 
 perfect tru- 
 The cup He is slowly filling, shall soon be full to 
 
 the brim, 
 And infinite compensate and in Him. 
 
 Hush' oh, hush! for the Father hath fulness 
 
 in store, 
 
 sures f power and w:> J pleasures for- 
 
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 ;.nd honor and glorv, en nite bliss : — 
 
 Child of His love and His choice, c. :hou not 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAYERGAL. 
 
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The Ministry of Sorrow 
 
THINK you to escape 
 What mortal man can never be without ? 
 What saint upon earth has never lived apart from, 
 
 cross and care? 
 Why, even Jesus Christ, our Lord, was not even for 
 
 one hour free from His passion's pain. 
 Christ says, " He needs must suffer, 
 Rising from the dead, 
 And enter thus upon His glory." 
 And how do you ask for another road 
 Than this — the Royal Pathway of the Holy Cross. 
 
 THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
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My Web of Life 
 
 No chance has brought this ill to me ; 
 'Tis God's sweet will, so let it be ; 
 He seeth what I cannot see. 
 
 There is a need-be for each pain, 
 And He will make it one day plain 
 That earthly loss is heavenly gain. 
 
 Like as a piece of tapestry, 
 Viewed from the back appears to be 
 Naught but threads tangled hopelessly, 
 
 But in the front a picture fair 
 Rewards the worker for his care, 
 Proving his skill and patience rare. 
 
 Thou art the workman, I the frame; 
 Lord, for the glory of Thy name, 
 Perfect Thine image on the same. 
 
 * 
 
 Those who have suffered much are like those who 
 know many languages, they have learned to under- 
 stand and to be understood by all. 
 
 MADAME SWETCHINE. 
 
 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise. 
 
 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 
 IOO 
 
The man who is able to look down and see that 
 part of him capable of disappointment lying beneath 
 him, is far more blessed than he who rejoices in the 
 fulfilment of his desires. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 It is a sair thing to be misjudged, but it's no more 
 than the Maker o' us all pits up wi' ilka hoor o' the 
 day, and says ne'er a word. Eh, but God's unco 
 quiet ! Sae long as He kens to Himsel as He's 
 richt, He lets folks think as they like till He has 
 time to let them ken better. Lord, mak clean my 
 heart within me, and syne I'll care little for any 
 judgment but Thine. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 * 
 
 This leaf? This stone ? It is thy heart ; 
 It must be crushed by pain and smart, 
 It must be cleansed by sorrow's art — 
 Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, 
 Ere it will shine, a jewel meet 
 To lay before thy dear Lord's feet. 
 
 Good is that darkening of our lives 
 Which only God can brighten ; 
 But better still that hopeless load 
 Which none but God can lighten. 
 
 FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. 
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Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they 
 
 grind exceeding small ; 
 
 Though in patience long He waiteth, yet He surely 
 
 erindeth all. 
 
 6 * 
 
 Chastened lives are better than merry ones ; 
 earnest souls are more needed than happy ones. 
 
 The darkness shows us worlds of light 
 We never see by day. 
 
 THOMAS MOORE. 
 
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 Throw not the cross away, of it the crown is 
 made. 
 
 ^. THOMAS A KEMPIS. 
 
 If I have no cross to bear to-day, I shall not 
 advance heavenward. . . . 
 
 To lie quietly on a bed of down may seem a very 
 sweet existence ; but pleasant ease and rest are not 
 the lot of a Christian. If he would mount higher 
 and higher, it must be by a rough road. 
 
 GOLD DUST. 
 
 * 
 
 When God afflicts thee, think He hews a rugged 
 
 stone 
 Which must be shaped or else aside as useless 
 
 thrown. 
 
 RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. 
 
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As fire tempers the iron, so 
 Are we refined by woe. 
 
 ALICE CARY. 
 
 It was no relief from temporal evils that the 
 Apostle promised. . . . 
 
 No ; the mercy of God might send them to the 
 stake or the lions; it was still His mercy, if it but 
 kept them " unspotted from the world." It might 
 expose them to insult, calumny, and wrong ; they 
 received it still as mercy if it u established them in 
 every good work." 
 
 J fe ^ WM. ARCHER BUTLER. 
 
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 Only through suffering are we reconciled 
 To the immortal Gods and to ourselves. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 The cry rung from thy spirit's pain 
 May echo on some far-off plain 
 And guide a wanderer home again. 
 
 ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 
 
 God doth suffice ! O thou, the patient one, 
 Who puttest faith in Him, and none beside, 
 Bear yet thy load, under the setting sun 
 The glad tints gleam, thou wilt be satisfied. 
 
 EDWIN ARNOLD. 
 
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Faith and Cheer 
 
AND perched the glittering, icy boughs among, 
 One little bird was pouring out his song, — 
 An Easter carol full of faith and cheer, — 
 Under the leaden sky so sad and drear. 
 
 Dear little songster, braver thou than we ! 
 Surely our clouded hearts are shamed by thee ; 
 So easy 'tis to sing when skies are fair, 
 And the spring gladness waketh in the air. 
 
 But still to keep sweet music in the heart, 
 When wintry storms bid brightest hopes depart, 
 When skies are dark and springtime waiteth long, 
 This is the true, the perfect Easter song. 
 
 G. H. D. 
 
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There is sunshine everywhere 
 
 For thy heart and mine : 
 God for every sin and care 
 
 Is the cure divine. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD. 
 
 I have read in Plato and Cicero savings that are 
 verv wise and beautiful, but I never read in either of 
 them, " Come unto me, all ve that labor and are 
 heavy laden, and I will give you rest." 
 
 ST. AUGUSTINE. 
 
 Green ways or grav, 
 
 Labor or play, 
 There's sweetness somewhere 
 
 In each passing day. 
 
 * 
 They who the sweetest rest 
 Are thev who toil the best ; 
 In holy freedom living, 
 To lowly sufferers giving; 
 In God's fear ave remaining, 
 From every sin abstaining. 
 
 m. e. townsend. 
 
 * 
 
 Avoid looking forward or backward, and try to 
 keep looking upward. 
 
 CHARLOTTE BRONTE. 
 
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And present gratitude 
 Insures the future's good, 
 And for the things I see 
 I trust the things to be; 
 
 That in the paths untrod, 
 And the long days of God, 
 My feet shall still be led, 
 My heart be comforted. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 
 How soon a smile of God can change the world. 
 
 ROBERT BROWNING. 
 
 As on the Sea of Galilee 
 
 The Christ is whispering peace. 
 
 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 
 
 Be the day weary 
 
 Or be the day long, 
 At last it ringeth 
 
 To evensong. 
 
 Thank God there is always a light whence to 
 
 borrow 
 When darkness is darkest, and sorrow most sorrow. 
 
 ALICE CARY. 
 
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We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 
 
 To Thee alone we sing, 
 We praise Thee and confess Thee 
 
 Our glorious Lord and King. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 * 
 
 We thank Thee, dear Lord, 
 
 For the sunshine fair, 
 For flowers that smile 
 
 By the wayside fair. 
 
 M. E. TOWNSEND. 
 
 * 
 
 The sun set ; but set not his hopes ; 
 Stars rose \ his faith was earlier up. 
 
 RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 
 * 
 
 To a strong and earnest will 
 All is easv ; labor still. 
 
 He is near to help and bless; 
 Be not weary, onward press. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
 Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward 
 To what they were before. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 IIO 
 
Do thy duty, that is best ; 
 Leave unto thy Lord the rest. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
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 It rests my weary aching eyes, 
 And soothes my heart and brain, 
 
 To see the tender green of the leaves 
 And the blossoms wet with rain. 
 
 PHCEBE CARY. 
 
 * 
 
 Hope in our souls is King 
 And the King never dies. 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; 
 Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, 
 Nor to be seen : my crown is called content ; 
 A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 * 
 
 Oh, life hath many a cloudy day, 
 
 And many griefs and wrongs ! 
 Yet all along its checkered way 
 " He giveth songs." 
 * 
 Earth with its thousand voices praises God. 
 
 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 
 Ill 
 
Tender Mercies 
 
 Tender mercies on my way 
 Falling softly, like the dew, 
 
 Sent me freshly every day, 
 I will bless the Lord for you. 
 
 Though I have not all I would, 
 Though to greater bliss I go, 
 Every present gift of good 
 eternal Love I owe. 
 
 Source of all that comforts me, 
 
 Well of jov for which I lc 
 Let the song I sinir to Thee 
 m everlasting song. 
 
 ANNA L.£TITIA WARING. 
 
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 Tuns for Thvself the music of mv days, 
 And open Thou mv lips that I mav show Thv praise. 
 
 fra: dley have? 
 
 One dav at a time ! but a single dav, 
 -tever its load, whatever its length ; 
 
 - a bit of precious Scripture to s 
 That according to each shall be our strength. 
 
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Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in 
 my heart ; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the 
 lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years 
 ago. The nearer I approach to the end, the plainer 
 I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the 
 worlds which invite me. 
 
 VICTOR HUGO. 
 
 O Lord, that lends me life, 
 
 Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness. 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 "We bless Thee for our creation, preservation, 
 and all the blessings of this life ; but above all, for 
 Thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world 
 by our Lord Jesus Christ." 
 
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Hope of the Resurrection 
 
I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth, 
 And that He shall stand — 
 At the latter day upon the earth ; 
 And tho' worms destroy this body 
 Yet in my flesh shall I see God. 
 I know that my Redeemer liveth, 
 For now is Christ risen from the dead 
 The first fruits of them that sleep." 
 
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In regal quiet deep 
 
 Lo, One new waked from sleep ! 
 Behold, He standeth in the rock-hewn door ! 
 
 Thy children shall not die, — 
 
 Peace, peace, thy Lord is by ! 
 He liveth ! they shall live forevermore. 
 
 Peace ! Lo, He lifts a priestly hand, 
 And blesseth all the sons of men in every land. 
 
 JEAN INGELOW. 
 
 Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth but sleep ■ 
 He hath awakened from the dream of life. 
 
 And tho' when wearied some dear one lies down 
 To his last rest, we cannot choose but weep, 
 Yet like sweet music sounds the word of peace, 
 I come that I may wake him out of sleep. 
 
 A. H. PARRY. 
 
 Now, God be praised, that to believing souls 
 Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair ! 
 
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
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Easter Lilies 
 
 Easter lilies pure and white, 
 Emblems fair of life and light ; 
 Easter lilies bud and bloom 
 Close beside the empty tomb. 
 
 God's sweet darlings here below 
 In this world of grief and woe, 
 Words could not so well express 
 Heaven's love and tenderness. 
 
 In your blossoms we may read : 
 u He now lives who once was dead ; 
 Heavenward lift your weeping eyes 
 To those mansions in the skies. 
 
 " Look unto the pearly gates, 
 There thy loved one for thee waits : 
 List, that Voice that speaks to thee, 
 c Haste thy coming unto Me.' " 
 
 Easter lilies, by your breath 
 Taught am I there is no death ; 
 By the white light of your bloom 
 I behold an empty tomb ! 
 
 REV. GEORGE W. CROFTS. 
 
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There must be lovely lands somewhere starward, 
 for those who go thither never return, and I very- 
 much doubt if any would if they could. 
 
 BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR. 
 
 And somewhere yet in the hill-tops 
 Of the country that hath no pain, 
 
 She will watch in her beautiful doorway 
 To bid us welcome again. 
 
 * 
 
 It is not darkness you are going to, for God is 
 Light. It is not lonely, for Christ is with you. It 
 is not an unknown country, for Christ is there. 
 
 CHARLES KINGSLEY. 
 
 And thither thou, beloved, and thither I 
 May set our heart and set our face, and go, 
 Faint, yet pursuing, home on tireless feet. 
 
 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. 
 
 » 
 
 God grant that all who watch to-day 
 
 Beside their sepulchres of loss 
 May find the great stone rolled away, — 
 
 May see at last, with vision clear, 
 
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The shining angel standing near, 
 And through the dimly-lighted soul 
 Again may joy's evangel roll 
 
 The glory of the cross. 
 
 JULIA H. THAYER. 
 
 Vernal Solace 
 
 When April's sky is blue above 
 The quiet dust of those we love, 
 There comes to every heart that grieves, 
 The solace of unfolding leaves. 
 
 A vernal benediction flows 
 
 Through wind-born whispers of the rose, 
 
 And bears to every listening soul 
 
 A promise from some far-off goal. 
 
 The turf made fair by rain and sun, 
 Breathes not of dark oblivion, 
 And girds the silence of the tomb 
 With tiny miracles of bloom. 
 
 Each star-eyed daisy seems to bring 
 The brave, sweet gospel of the spring ; 
 And the deep blue violets tell 
 Of love and life invincible. 
 
 WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE. 
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Easter Hymn 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 
 Sons of men and angels say ; 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
 Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Fought the fight, the victory won. 
 Jesus' agony is o'er, 
 Darkness veils the earth no more. 
 
 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
 Christ hath burst the gates of hell, 
 Death in vain forbids Him rise, 
 Christ hath opened Paradise. 
 
 Soar we now where Christ hath led, 
 Following our exalted Head; 
 Made like Him, like Him we rise : 
 Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 
 
 CHARLES WESLEY. 
 
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