PS 3124 .V5 Copy 1 A «0nk m Iff^ra? «H Ottlf Ipr^Ima Copyng-kt 1907 ty Editk Ver Sluis ■ dbrXsy of OOWei-iESSJ Two Oopios Hoc9i?ta DEC 2 it)0? i COPT B. ■^5 3, a A- ^^ 8 '^ Greeting. If eloquence were mine, And all the lore, Ancient and modern — Could I wish thee more? Or with more fitting phrase Could I address you Than in these simple, world-old words "God bless you !" I' 7 s :t ml Cnristtnas Colors, Hail, Christmas colors ! Royal Red and Green! Enwreath the world And crown the waning year! Your garlands gladden All the winter scene, And symbolize The season of good cheer. Your regal robes Shine with a luster rare. Against a ground Of grey December days ; Your gleaming livery Glistens everywhere ; Bright herald of The Christmas holidays. ^i? 4 With coral beads The holly bough is strung; The mistletoe With lustrous pearls doth gleam The spangled pines W^ith rainbow And laurel twines The banister and beam. hues are hung § '^ Myriads of tapers Twinkle near and far 'Mong franded palms ; While glowing 'gainst the green, Fair flame-crowned flowers Like radiant, crimson stars — T.u right Poiensetta- me the Christmas scene. If ihe Christmas S^^irit. Christmas is come ! 'Tis time to be jolly; Kiss neath the mistletoe, Dance 'neath the holly — Feast at the board With the dear ones all 'round Let laughter and music And good cheer abound. Season of joy ! Don't spoil it with worry ; Don't miss half its mirth ^ ^ In your hurry and flurry ; Take time to be gracious — Kind words and kind deeds Are gifts of all others The weary world needs. The gift of a smile — If but given sincerely — Is worth more than baubles That oft cost too dearly; For gifts are but symbols— And symbols will perish — But the spirit of givin^:^ Forever we cherish. Charity Or Justice. What of their Christmas, who toil With only a pittance for pay? Crushed by the world's turmoil. Too tired to think or pray? What are your platitudes worth To slaves in the great treadmill, Who know no "peace on earth," Who doubt of God's 'good will"? W> The poor man's Christmas-tide Hath oft more pain than cheer; For poverty hath its pride And food and fuel are dear. '■^S. 4 'Tis hard to be grateful to those Who offer in Charity's name, Bread, that in justice — God knows! Has been earned, again and again. 'Tis hard to be honest, where law Lets privileged plunderers steal — When millions Avith worshipful awe Before these proud plutocrats kneel. Centuries have rolled by Since that first Christmas morn. To save the world from greed, Must another redeemer be born? ]C ^^ ^ k The "Power Of Go?! Men pray for power — And "Gold gives power," say they; Yea, power for what? Ask those whom gold doth sway, And these will answer, If their lips speak truth — That "love, health, peace. Lost purity or youth ; Gold cannot purchase ; Nor can it demand Exemption from the Law, Where Death's impartial hand Still wields the sickle;. Still it is for Gold The Souls of Men Are daily bought and sold. Still Mammon's minions Swarm on every shore ; The golden calf Hath Avorshipers galore ;" Yea, Gold hath power — To prostitute mankind, For gold — that prodigals Will scatter to the Avind. R 2a VA, v^ The Atmy'stry Of Beauty. That man is wealthiest, And is happiest far — Who hath the grace To see, in things that are So gloriously common To our daily sight — The grandeur and the beauty. All the might And measure, of the pleasure Men can buy, Is nought compared To what an artist's eye Can trace, in morning's Luminous changing hue — In golden noon's Clear canopy of blue. In gardens and in woodlands, Breathing bloom ; In sunsets — and the sea Of pulple gloom That follows after — And when night, Its star-strewn splendor Flashes on our sight. The soul, adoring. Thrills with ecstacy, And knows its God Thro beauty's ministr^^ In Jyiemort/ Of Flora Jane Purse?. She, who was with us Only yesterday — Hath crossed the Great Divide- Yet who shall say That she is dead? Whose gracious life on earth Was glorified With deeds of goodly worth ; A fruitful life- Beneficent, and brave That bore its cross Unfalt'ring to the grave. The Spirit that imbued Her form with Life, That filled her heart with Love- Her mind with Light — Shall it be quenched, Because, forsooth, the clay To dust returns? Or shall it wing its way To spiritual realms, Where forms more fit, And more enduring. May embody it? § Our sense of justice, And our trust in God, Makes firm the faith, That she — whose footsteps trod So worthily These toilsome paths we tread — Hath entered into Life And is not dead. ^ Grant me, O God! Desire to know Thy will; Wisdom to seek, And power to fulfill Thy Law divine. Give me, I pray! A steadfast heart, and strong- Patience to labor Tho the way be long; Let faith be mine. And strength, to bear The burden of the day — To do the duty nearest, And to say — Thy will be done! 1,^ Gird Thou my soul With Justice ; nor let me Lack in the God-like Grace of Charity — Thy kingdom come! Yea, make my heart Thy kingdom— there in Love Reign Thou on earth E'en as in heaven above — By right divine. So may my Life With Thine be in accord — So in my works May Thy great glory, Lord, Reflected shine. '-i 11 1 In menca s i nanfzsgwing. Almighty God ! That art the ever-living Author of life, This day would we be giving Thanks unto thee. Millions, we sing In gratitude Thy praise; One in our spirit. Diverse tho our ways Of worship be. Grateful for every Gift of Thy bestowing; Seeking the source Whence springeth ever-flowing Light, Life and Love; Glorious gifts ! To glorify the Giver Join in thanksgiving — Praising, serving ever. One in our love. oung. Out of the shadow land of dreams Those days come back to me — The old glad days, when my heart's first love Woke to the call of thee. The years roll back that intervene — It seems but yester-night, Your eyes looked into mine, sweetheart, Filled with the old lovelight. ^-^ No June hath since been half so fair No song that hath been sung Can stir my soul like that old tune We sang Avhen Love was young. r!^ i Fidelity, Thine image dear, Still lingers in my thought; Nor e'er will die — It wakes a world Where memory holds naught Save you and I. And still your voice Makes music in mine ear — Still doth abide The haunting sweetness Of a voice more dear Than aught beside. The last fond clasp Of clinging finger tips Is consecrate; And Love hath kept Thy kiss upon my lips Inviolate. M lOve s air. You say, 'It were better to part," That "I will soon learn to forget"; 'Tis easy to say, sweetheart — So easy to say — and yet, 'Twere easier far to die, dear! Easier far for me ; For I have been cursed With a constant heart. And a cruel memory. ■^ Jk JUove s Ltonging, For thy kiss my lips are longing, Love of mine ! Dreams that will not die, keep thronging Dreams divine ! Dear! this Avant of you is turning All the soul of me to yearning — Listening, longing, for returning Steps of thine. ove s 1 rium^ Mine, mine thou art! What storm so e'er betide us. Maid of my heart ! Tho league and league divide us, Tho fate's grim face deride us — Still mine thou art. Billows may roll ! Their waters shall unite us, Mate of my soul ! By Love's high power plighted — By Love's strong bond united — Soul unto soul. ^ ove s Jrower, Love is the greatest solvent In the chemistry of Hfe — It can dissolve the partnership Between a man and wife. Loves T^ono^oly, And Love hath its monopoly — A secret trust apart, Controlled by one who long has had A corner in my heart. -^ ^ m A W< Oman s M, ission. Because of woman's loving heart, And trusting disposition. For ages she was made to feel Her mission was — submission. ove, Down the winding lane we wandered When the clover fields were red ; Love's bright day was in its morning In those days when we were wed. Rugged roads we've trod together, Keeping step thro changing years ; Closer drawn when fickle fortune Turned our laughter into tears. Sharing all of Life's long labor — Shall we not Life's harvest share? Naught to me the future reaping If you reap not with me there. ei^ How many things we say, That we really do not mean — How many things we do That we fondly hope unseen ; How many times we laugh, When we fain would rather grieve, And how oft we feign to sorrow — When we're laughing in our sleeve. How many imperfections Do we in others trace — To how many are we ready To accord the saving grace Of charity in judgment, And to humbly pray that we Be not in self-estimation As the foolish pharisee? How many of our dearest dreams Did we e'er realize? How many castles do we build Unseen to human eyes? How many hopes we cherished In the morning of our years — That now, we sadly water With a rain of bitter tears. How many times ! How many ! Do we live, and love, and learn The lessons life can teach us, As with eager haste, we turn The pages of our years — to find When all is said and done, We've but learned the ways of wisdom, When Life's race is almost run. ^ Dream vvorld. I'm fareing along (jn the wings of song into a world so fair — A wonderful world ! With you, sweetheart, W^aiting to greet me there. wSailing softly, on the wings of song; Dreaming sweetly thro the watches lonj Slumberland is very fair — In my dreams I meet you there ; In my dreams, you only care. Love, for me alone. W r%D \h At the heart of slumberland, Throned in mystery, Dwells the angel of my dreams — Fair as heaven my dream-world seems, Love, because of thee. The JVlountain Stream, Hail, Mountain Stream ! with rainboA\' Born of the sun-kissed spray; The old rocks ring to the tune you sing, Rollicking riotously ! With laughter leap, sheer down the steep- No road too rough for thee ! Racing along, to merge thy song In the music of the sea. gleam 'Till caught in the whirl of the eddying swirl, Thou art borne on the ocean tide, To the god of the sea — who waits for thee As the bridesfroom for his bride. Sail over the world, with banners unfurled, Thou gallant ship of the air! Thou triumph of mind, with wings of wind! And the sky for a thoroughfare. Xo rocks to shun, no straits to run Thro foaming storm-lashed brine — Sail whither you please, o'er mountains and seas. For a shoreless sea is thine. Right merrily lloat, victorious boat — An empire is conquered today; No tears were shed — no heroes bled, To gain thine aerial sway. How grander far than the spoils of war Are the blessed fruits of peace ! (). Lord ! how long ere the nation's strong- Proclaim that war shall cease ? To The Girl Of The Sweater. AVhen you talk of types of beauty, Of course we all agree That the stately grace of "Gibson girls" Is very fair to see ; But there are other faces And graces just as fine ; And the girl who wears the sweater Is the only 2'irl for mine. Its the girl with the sweater for mine In her all the graces combine ; When I take me a wife, For my partner thro life, lis the girl with the sweater for mine. Other girls may be more dainty, Like Dresden china dolls ; And load themselves with iewels And expensive fol de rols ; But the girl who wears the sweater Is the only genuine, Reliable home-m.aker — She's the girl I want for mine. li^ r!l International J^arriage, When the chappie with a title Seeks a fortune on our shore, The girls are all a-flutter — For, you see, they just adore The title that the chappie Wants to barter for their gold; And the chances are that most of them Get pretty badlv sold. For it really isn't worth while To let a mere title beguile One's heart from its mate — So, before it's too late, Just tell him he isn't your style. You're the peer of any princess ! With your beauty, brains, and health ; So don't blow in on ancestors Your daddy's hard earned wealth ; Let the chappie keep his title. And you keep papa's pelf Then wed the man you love — and be An ancestor yourself! Parting, The hour grows late ! 'Tis time to say good-bye — Sometime, somewhere, It may be you and I Again will meet. Whatever fate's decree — Thro all thy days and nights God be with thee, And guide thy feet. k U>