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THOUGHTS OF PEACE 
 
 BY 
 
 ANNIE STEVENS PERKINS. 
 
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 BOSTON : 
 
 James H. Earle, 
 
 178 Washington Street. 
 1892. 
 
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 Copyright^ 1 891* 
 By James H. Earle. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 My Peace . 9 
 
 At Morning 11 
 
 The Morning Star 11 
 
 Buds and Blossoms . 12 
 
 The Opinion of Others 15 
 
 God's Rest . ■ i? 
 
 Whithersoever . . ... 18 
 
 Is It Nothing to You? 18 
 
 The Holy Spirit 19 
 
 God's Love . .21 
 
 Noontide in the Woods 22 
 
 Spirit Gifts 24 
 
 My Heart's Message 25 
 
 Christian Love 27 
 
 Much More 28 
 
 My Prayer 30 
 
 The New Name . . . . . . . 31 
 
 A Prayer for Compassion . , . . . 33 
 
 Now and Hereafter . . . . . . 34 
 
4 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 The Soul's Observatory. • • • - • 35 
 
 In After Days . . . . . , . 37 
 
 Close of the Sabbath 38 
 
 Resting ......... 39 
 
 At Evening 30 
 
 Easter Hymn 43 
 
 An Easter Reverie 44 
 
 Our Easter Hope 4^ 
 
 The Nation's Affliction. . . . . . 47 
 
 The Dying Soldiers 49 
 
 Anniversary Thoughts 51 
 
 Anniversary Songs . 54 
 
 Our Life Picture ; s^ 
 
 My Wedding Morn ^o' 
 
 At Eighty . . 5o 
 
 Harvest Thoughts . 62 
 
 Appeal for Temperance. 62 
 
 Christmas Angels 64 
 
 The First Children's Day 60 
 
 A Fancy 70 
 
 To Helen Irene 71 
 
 Prophecy . , 7^ 
 
 To Amy 74 
 
 Little Girl from Georgia ^ ■ - ■ 75 
 
 To Helen ......... 71- 
 
 Bereavement . . .0 . . „ , 7^ 
 
CONTENTS. 5 
 
 Page. 
 
 Another Gone Home 80 
 
 Little Ralph 82 
 
 Pearl 84 
 
 Only Yesterday . 84 
 
 Grandmother's Thimble 8^ 
 
 Must We Wait Till the Parting? ... 87 
 
 Beyond . . , 89 
 
 Heart-Life 90 
 
 His Way or Mine ? 91 
 
 Why Seek Ye the Living among the Dead.? . 92 
 
 Promise 93 
 
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour, 
 
THOUGHTS OF PEACE 
 
 MY PEACE. 
 
 HEN the sunHght, the beautiful sunlight 
 Of the golden summer days, 
 Shimmers down through the thick-leaved orchard 
 
 In a sweet and mystic haze ; 
 When the brook whispers low, and the ether 
 
 Is filled with a dream of song, 
 And the sky is blue and cloudless 
 Where the birds sing all day long, 
 
 Then, ah then, with a smile, we murmur 
 
 The beautiful rest-word, ''Peace." 
 And we fold our hands in that moment. 
 
 And wish it would never cease. 
 The breeze in the tree-top rustles. 
 
 Above float soft clouds of fleece. 
 And the heart's at rest. ,_ You remember, — 
 
 Is not that your dream of peace ? 
 
) THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 'T was mine in the days that have ended, 
 
 I loved it so well that I yearned 
 To rest in its sweet hush, and listen 
 
 All day with life's lessons unlearned. 
 I have dreamed of another peace, sweeter 
 
 Than the calm of the heavenly shore; 
 I have found the sweet peace that passeth 
 
 All knowledge I had before. 
 
 'T is the peace that my Saviour giveth 
 
 Amid the world's rude cares, 
 The peace that rests in His power. 
 
 Amid temptation's snares. 
 So I turn to His Word for a moment. 
 
 When my heart is ill at ease, 
 For He says, 'i These things have I spoken, 
 
 That in me ye might have peace." 
 
 I always find a message 
 
 That soothes and gives me rest, 
 A message that calls the song-bird 
 
 Back to my troubled breast. 
 Then I thank Him that songs and sunshine 
 
 May rest in my happy heart, 
 Amid life's cares and trials. 
 
 Through the peace His words impart. 
 
THE MORNING STAR. II 
 
 AT MORNING. 
 
 A MANTLE of softest, purest snow 
 Lay over the morning land ; 
 The sky was all of the clearest blue, 
 With ribbons of rose-hue spanned. 
 
 I looked abroad o'er the fair, white fields, 
 
 And up to the tender sky ; 
 My heart in impulse of purest joy 
 
 Was lifted to God on high. 
 
 I had found it hard, in my weakness sore, 
 
 Temptation's power to shun. 
 But the holy charm of that morning hour 
 
 With God, on the hillside, won. 
 
 My heart is fixed. I am wholly His, 
 To be used in His own dear way, 
 
 And I pray that, as pure as the morning world, 
 He will keep my heart alway. 
 
 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 SMILE, star of the morn. Thy sweet, soft ray 
 The darkness of my sad heart penetrates, 
 
12 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 And bids me lift my eyes above. 
 I know that there bright beings move 
 Around the throne of Him whose love 
 Led Him to die for us. 
 
 Beam on till the day blushes and smiles, 
 And wraps all sorrow safe in happiness. 
 I look for that blest, happy day. 
 When with all earth-stains washed away, 
 With those I love in bright array, 
 I '11 sing His praises sweet. 
 
 Shine, star of that morn. I see it now. 
 And following its guide, o'er desert wastes. 
 Or shady walks, or waters still, 
 I '11 strive to do His own sweet will, 
 And then His ''Welcome home" shall fill 
 My soul with sweetest joy. 
 
 BUDS AND BLOSSOMS. 
 
 I RECEIVED a gift from a friend, one day, 
 ' Fairer than then I knew. 
 'T was a spray of tiny tight-closed buds. 
 Scarce beautiful to the view. 
 
BUDS AND BLOSSOMS. ] 
 
 I carelessly thanked her and took the gift. 
 
 I gave but little thought 
 To the beauty hidden within, nor yet 
 
 The message with which they were fraught. 
 
 I placed them alone in a tiny glass, 
 
 And thought of them no more, 
 Until a new day had come to bring 
 
 Of joy and grief its store. 
 
 Some fancied trouble had caused my face 
 
 An unrestful look to wear ; 
 But when, my morning duties done, 
 
 I went to the window, where 
 
 My buds were waiting, the shadow fled, 
 
 There shone a newer light. 
 A reverent thrill passed over me 
 
 Of wondering, sweet delight. 
 
 For there, in glorious beauty fair. 
 
 More eloquent by far 
 Than word of tongue or pen to me. 
 
 Smiled a beautiful Bethlehem's Star. 
 
 Its lesson of trust and joy and peace 
 Came home with a winsorae power; 
 
14 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 And the gift, that perhaps I had lightly prized, 
 Was a rich and holy dower. 
 
 The Father once brought a gift to me 
 
 Fairer than then I knew. 
 I saw not all it should after be, 
 
 So I prized that lightly, too. 
 
 I could not realize half how sweet 
 Was the promise of what He sent, 
 
 Nor dreamed it could ever mean to me 
 Half what it afterwards meant. 
 
 But once when I longed for a loving face. 
 
 For sympathy and cheer, 
 I found my blossomed gift's loveliness 
 
 In a friendship blessed, dear. 
 
 'T is ever thus. We fondly prize 
 
 The perfect flower's grace, 
 But often fail the prophecy 
 
 In the closed bud to trace. 
 
 Our inspirations to be all 
 
 He ever meant for us, — 
 To lead some lives to better things 
 
 And be a blessing thus, — 
 
THE OPINION OF OTHERS. 1 5 
 
 Have blossomed from the buds that Love 
 
 Within our hands has pressed. 
 Ah ! precious gifts ! thy blossoming 
 
 Was unto life more blest. 
 
 Oh, let us learn, with God, to read 
 
 The bud's fair promise bright, 
 And ever cherish tenderly 
 
 These gifts of truth and light ! 
 
 And let us nevermore withhold, 
 
 Though only buds we give. 
 For, blossoming, our tokens may 
 
 To endless blessing live. 
 
 The tiny bud we offer shall 
 
 A holy guerdon prove. 
 If, pulsing in its veins, there be 
 
 The life of truth and love. 
 
 THE OPINION OF OTHERS. 
 
 you care too much, my darling, 
 I For what others think of you. 
 To be to the best that is in you 
 Perfectly, holily true. 
 
l6 THOUGHTS OF PEACE, 
 
 If some one misunderstands you, 
 
 Why worry and suffer so ? 
 Forget not the tender Father 
 
 Thine innermost heart doth know. 
 
 Are you better, or worse, for the caring ? 
 
 Do those proud, rebellious thoughts 
 Sweeten your nature, darling, 
 
 Or are they all sad blots ? 
 After all, is not this the trouble, — 
 
 That pride has received a blow. 
 And self been denied the honor 
 
 You felt it deserved to know ? 
 
 Perhaps you did mean, truly. 
 
 Better than was believed ; 
 But, perhaps, just perhaps, a thought came 
 
 Of comfort to be received 
 From the fact that others noticed. 
 
 Ah, well ! I can not know, 
 Yet I truly think, my darling, 
 
 'T is not best to be caring so. 
 
 To be really noble, darling, 
 
 To be really happy, too, 
 We need only God's approval 
 
 Of all we may say or do. 
 
GOD S REST. 1 7 
 
 He knows each thought and action, 
 
 And I think His will would be 
 That we put self aside, looking upward, 
 
 Then go forth brave and free. 
 
 Our strivings the Father knoweth, 
 
 And o'er us His blessings fall. 
 So, whatever others' verdict, 
 
 We are growing, after all. 
 So care not too much, my darling, 
 
 What others may think of you. 
 But be to the best that is in you 
 
 Perfectly, holily true. 
 
 GOD'S REST. 
 
 GOD'S rest! Are you sure you possess it,- 
 The beautiful rest divine. 
 Which keeps the soul calm and uplifted 
 Both in darkness and fair sunshine ? 
 
 God's rest ! It is peace beyond knowledge, 
 Joy heightened, and sorrow blest. 
 
 And the place of His rest is in Jesus, 
 And the way to it love confessed, 
 
THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 WHITHERSOE VER. 
 "Whithersoever thou goest, I will lead thee." 
 
 'HITHERSOEVER ! Dear friend, how I wonder 
 Where it may be that our pathways shall lead ! 
 But then, does it matter when this is the promise, 
 ''Whithersoever thou goest," indeed.? 
 
 No ; though we cross the wide ocean, or desert, 
 And part from each friend that has grown to be 
 dear, 
 
 Still He is with us, and still, through the silence, 
 Ever His whispers of peace we may hear. 
 
 And often beneath the calm mercy-seat's shadow. 
 Dear friends, far apart, at the hour of prayer, 
 
 Will meet as of old and will share in His blessing, 
 For "whithersoever" must ever lead there. 
 
 IS IT NOTHING TO YOU? 
 " Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by ? " — Sam. i: 12. 
 
 I S it nothing to you that the Saviour died ; 
 ' That He pleads for you at the Father's side ? 
 Nothing to you that His tender love 
 Asks you His promised grace to prove ? 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. I9 
 
 Is it nothing to you that His word He gave 
 To teach you of glory beyond the grave, 
 To lovingly show you the dangers of sin, 
 And the way to be holy and pure within?. 
 
 Is it nothing to you that one blessed day 
 The King will come on His glorious way 
 To gather His dear ones to His side, 
 Forever and ever to there abide ? 
 
 Is it nothing to you that some shall be 
 Shut out from that holy company, 
 Because of rejecting, with pride and scorn, 
 Christ's gift of grace to the soul new-born ? 
 
 Is it nothing to you ? Perhaps not, now. 
 As at feeble altars of earth you bow. 
 But the truth of God is grand and high ; 
 'T will be everything to you by and by. 
 
 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 Matt. 12 : 31, 32. 
 
 THE streets of the city were crowded with people, — 
 Impotent, feeble, the rich and the poor. 
 Jesus was there, healing, helping, and cheering 
 With words full of tenderness ne'er known before. 
 
20 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 How sad that amongst the crowd gathered about 
 Him 
 Must come, with their scoffing, the Pharisees 
 I^roud ! 
 How sad that the ears of the dear loving Saviour 
 Must listen to taunting and blasphemy loud ! 
 
 What wonder He turned to them tenderly grieving. 
 To utter a warning of solemn import ! 
 
 Dost think that the Pharisees could have been ready 
 To answer His words with an angry retort ? 
 
 " Ye scorn Me, ye mock Me, oh, cruel ones, spare 
 Me. 
 
 And yet I can bear with you, scoff as ye may. 
 Not only the Son of the Highest is Jesus, 
 
 But, like you, a man, walking life's thorny way. 
 
 ''There cometh Another, — a Spirit so gentle. 
 So holy, so dovelike! Oh, grieve not His heart! 
 
 Your scoffing will wound Him, His love cannot 
 bear it. 
 In sadness and sorrow, — ne'er let Him depart. 
 
 <' Ye hurt Me ; ye pain Me ; and yet I can bear it. 
 
 This sin will My Father in Heaven forgive; 
 But grieve not the Spirit, lest haply He leave you. 
 
 Without whom no soul can eternally live." 
 
GOD S LOVE. 21 
 
 GOD'S LOVE. 
 
 " He will rest in His love." — Zeph. 3:17. 
 Hebrew rendering: " He will be silent in His love." 
 
 ] LONG to speak the beauty rare of yonder sky 
 
 I Arching in sweet tranquihty. 
 
 I long to whisper glowing words when peace de- 
 scends, 
 
 And the rich grandeur all the quiet heaven rends ; 
 
 When sunsets fire the western hilltops and surround 
 
 The earth, and leave the distant mountains jewel- 
 crowned. 
 
 I long to speak the blissful thoughts that rise in me 
 When all of Nature's wealth I see. 
 But more I long for pow'r to fitly speak of Him 
 Who fills my cup of joy unto its utmost brim. 
 Yet I cannot. Love's jewels lie sometimes too deep 
 To be upraised to speech. The heart their wealth 
 would keep. 
 
 The life we live, the deeds of truth and beauty 
 
 shown. 
 Express the love our hearts have known. 
 And there are times when hearts indeed are dumb 
 With love beyond expression, and our spirits come 
 Into the very presence of our God, and hold 
 Communion with Jehovah in ways manifold. 
 
22 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Yet God loves more than we ; and one day we shall 
 
 know 
 The love unfathomed here below. 
 Oh ! precious thought of His great love ! When 
 
 God hath brought 
 Home to their joy the loved ones that His grace 
 
 hath sought, 
 He shall be silent in His overwhelming love, 
 And truly thus shall He its depth and richness prove. 
 
 Unspeakable the love He bears for us. His own. 
 In all things is its sweetness shown. 
 Shall we not learn of Him to love ? Shall we not give 
 Our hearts, our lives, our all, to Him who would that 
 
 we should live.'* 
 And so, at last, among the happy ransomed wait, 
 O'er whose redemption He shall joy with love so 
 
 great ? 
 
 NOONTIDE IN THE WOODS. 
 
 HUSHED and calm in the noontide sun 
 The fields and the woods were lying. 
 Even the insects had gone to sleep. 
 And ceased their restless crying. 
 
NOONTIDE IN THE WOODS. 2^ 
 
 So on to the heart of the woods I pressed, 
 For I knew that a song was waiting 
 
 To shig itself to my listening ear, 
 If I sought it, evil hating. . 
 
 The grand old trees were whispering 
 
 Softly and sweetly together, 
 And slowly and solemnly murmuring praise 
 
 For the fair and sunny weather. 
 The silver threads of the spider's web 
 
 Flashed in the sweet sun-spaces, 
 And the sheen of dew in leaf -cups held, 
 
 Lighted the darker places. 
 
 From the noontide glory of burning light 
 
 To the tall trees' shade and sweetness 
 The birds had fled, for a dreamy hour. 
 
 To joy in life's completeness. 
 Anon a questioning chirp I heard. 
 
 The branches above me parted. 
 And down through the deeper gloom below 
 
 A feathered comrade darted. 
 
 All things whispered of Truth and Peace, 
 
 To better life alluring. 
 And in my heart emotions fair 
 
 And blest were sweetly stirring. 
 
24 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 And when I left the woodland aisles, 
 Hushed in the noontide lying, 
 
 I knew I was stronger to go my way, 
 Evil and sin denying. 
 
 SPIRIT GIFTS. 
 
 I CAN NOT see the glory rare of all earth's fairy 
 bowers, 
 I cannot, in a lifetime, learn all Nature's noble 
 
 powers. 
 I may not sit beside the founts that sparkle in the 
 
 lands 
 Across the rolling ocean's foam on lovely, foreign 
 strands. 
 
 I cannot read the noble thoughts that all true 
 
 authors pen. 
 I cannot hear all lovely songs and symphonies. 
 
 What then.? 
 Shall I, despairing, sigh and say, " If not the whole, 
 
 not one.-*" 
 Because I cannot taste of all, shall I accept of none .? 
 
MY HEART S MESSAGE. 25 
 
 Hush, hush, my soul, and listen now as moonlight 
 
 whispers fall. 
 And calming, restful zephyrs sing, "Thy God is 
 
 over all." 
 It is His hand apportions thee thy share, for all is 
 
 His; 
 And thou mayst grow to angelhood on but a crumb 
 
 of this. 
 
 Take as a precious gift thy lot. It is thy very need. 
 And on its rich experience, its happy lessons feed. 
 The Father in His mercy sweet will not from thee 
 
 withhold 
 Aught that would truly bless thy soul, of truth, or 
 
 power, or gold. 
 
 Nor aught of inspiration born of loveliness or song 
 Will He deny thy spirit. To Him doth all belong. 
 Then receive and joy in holding what gifts H^ 
 
 offers thee, 
 Looking for blest completeness in His eternity. 
 
 MV HEARTS MESSAGE. 
 
 UST one sweet moment from my work I step aside 
 To let thee speak, my longing, sttuggling heart. 
 
2b THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Give utterance to the thoughts possessing thee, I 
 pray, 
 And, oh, some strong and pure impulse impart ! 
 
 I need it in the busy whirl of daily life. 
 
 What does God's blessed Spirit say to thee ? 
 I hear, I hear. Sweet happy words of glad com- 
 mand, — 
 
 "Soul, meditate by day, by night, on Me." 
 
 But ah ! What time have I when cares and trials 
 swirl 
 
 In madd'ning hurry round me, as I work } 
 God sends it all. Is it not right to lift my cross } 
 
 And yet it seems, a tempting thing, to lurk 
 
 Forever where my Bethel I would raise to Him 
 Who bids me meditate on His dear love. 
 
 Should it be thus } O heart, speak yet again. 
 By blessed unction from the throne above. 
 
 " He sent the cross. He also sends the sweet com- 
 mand. 
 He does not, now, forget that thou art frail. 
 Lean on His might. Ask Him to help thee keep 
 this word. 
 A power, a blessing it shall thee avail. 
 
CHRISTIAN LOVE. 2/ 
 
 *' Let every trial sweetened be by thoughts of Him. 
 
 Let every sorrow fade compared to all 
 Thy Saviour bore for thee ; and his compassion deep 
 
 Shall ever round thee as a glory fall." 
 
 CHRISTIAN LOVE, 
 
 BLEST be the tie, the precious tie, that circles 
 every land 
 And binds all Christian hearts in love, the evil to 
 
 withstand. 
 Oh, precious gift of heavenly grace in human hearts 
 
 made known. 
 The fruitage fair of love and peace by the dear Mas- 
 ter sown ! 
 
 Dear one, if thou art His, thy heart by this sweet 
 
 tie is bound 
 To other, loving. Christian hearts wherever they be 
 
 found. 
 Then let thy love, o'erflowing, bless some laborer in 
 
 His name. 
 A blessing shall it bear away, and bring to thee the 
 
 same. 
 
2S THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Oh, let us seek, as one, to teach the restless world 
 of peace, — 
 
 The peace, more sweet than earthly joy, that bid» 
 all sorrow cease. 
 
 And let us take the blessed name of Jesus every- 
 where ; 
 
 Before that Name the world must bow ! Then labor 
 on, with prayer. 
 
 And sing, O heart, " Blest be the tie that binds " 
 
 our souls in love. 
 The precious bond of unity centered in heaven 
 
 above ! 
 Oh, may the blessed chorus ring across the land and 
 
 sea. 
 While, in His Name, we labor on for God's eternity ! 
 
 MUCH MORE. 
 
 " The Lord is able to give thee much more than this." 
 
 — 2 Chron, 25 : 9. 
 
 r\H, weary soul, sore troubled. 
 
 Look up and comfort take, 
 le Lord will give a blessing, 
 His own He'll not forsake. 
 
MUCH MORE. 
 
 For richer things await thee, 
 Thy soul in peace shall live, 
 
 Much more than this the Father 
 Is able now to give. 
 
 Fear not to ask for great things. 
 
 Canst thou o'erreach His power, 
 His wondrous love and mercy, 
 
 Who cares for thee each hour ? 
 Thy longings bring before Him ; 
 
 But, if there should be one 
 Thou shouldst not dare to carry 
 
 Before that holy throne. 
 
 Then pray that He may cancel 
 
 That wish within thy heart. 
 And newer, sweeter longings 
 
 By His dear grace impart. 
 List not to Satan's pleading; 
 
 Whate'er thy wish may be. 
 Much more than this the Father 
 
 Will freely give to thee. 
 
 And, though the tempter offer 
 A seeming good, the Lord 
 
 More restful joy and comfort 
 Than all will thee afford. 
 
30 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 For He will give thee richly 
 The blessings of His love 
 
 And make thee fit for sharing 
 The untold joys above. 
 
 O weary soul, sore troubled, 
 
 There waits for thee a song, 
 Accept the peace of Jesus, 
 
 And go forth glad and strong. 
 Whatever earth may offer 
 
 Of pride or liberty. 
 The Lord can give more richly, 
 
 It is His wish for thee. 
 
 MV PRAYER. 
 
 BECAUSE Thou lovest me, my Jesus, 
 I am content. 
 I would in Thy delightful service 
 
 Spend and be spent. 
 Close to Thy loving side, dear Saviour, 
 
 Ever I'd press. 
 For in Thy blessed love and favor 
 Is happiness. 
 
THE NEW NAME. 3 1 
 
 Because Thou lovest me, dear Jesus, 
 
 I can not fear. 
 For sorrow, trial, and temptation 
 
 Thou'lt help me bear. 
 Feeling Thy arms of love about me, 
 
 Strength shall be mine. 
 I would go forth undaunted ever, 
 
 My hand in Thine, 
 
 Because Thou lovest me, my Jesus, 
 
 Power I may have 
 To lead the sinning to the Hope of Ages, 
 
 Mighty to save. 
 Keep me so close to Thee, dear Saviour, 
 
 That I may be 
 More fit for sweet and holy service, — 
 
 This all my plea. 
 
 THE NEW NAME. 
 
 AN of Sorrows, once the Saviour 
 Lived for us on earth below ; 
 an of Patience, now He waiteth 
 While the years of pleading flow ; 
 
32 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Man of Joy He shall be shortly 
 When He gathers home His own, 
 
 Bright, unspotted, faultless, holy, 
 Brought before the Father's throne. 
 
 Glad hearts, satisfied, exultant, 
 
 Triumphing in His dear power, 
 Shall be filled with praise unbounded. 
 
 Oh, the glory of that hour ! 
 Then the tender, blessed Bridegroom 
 
 Fear and sinning shall destroy. 
 And upon each brow write sweetly 
 
 His own glorious name of joy. 
 
 What to us will seem the trials 
 
 Of this wilderness just then. 
 When the glory of our Saviour 
 
 Dawns upon our vision, when, 
 All our heart with love o'erflowing, 
 
 We receive that holy name, 
 No one knows but our Redeemer ! 
 
 Blessed secret ! glorious fame ! 
 
A PRAYER FOR COMPASSION. 33 
 
 A PRAYER FOR COMPASSION. 
 
 THE highways and hedges! O pitying God, 
 Look down on Thy suffering ones ! 
 '' As sheep with no shepherd," here, thither they 
 roam. 
 Heeding not thy sweet, pleading tones. 
 
 As Thou, when on earth, didst the multitude draw. 
 
 Oh, draw them to Thee at this day ! 
 Fill our hearts with compassion, with earnestness, 
 zeal. 
 
 Oh, teach us to work and to pray ! 
 
 "The harvest is white"; at our doors I can see 
 
 Full many a sheaf to be sought. 
 And over the hills in the afternoon sun 
 
 Stretch wide fields where no lab'rer has wrought. 
 
 Unreaped in the afternoon sun ! O my God, 
 
 Revive us and send us Thy power ! 
 Dear Father, I fear for the poor, broken sheaves. 
 
 That must fall at the late sunset hour. 
 
 Unless some one gathers them tenderly home 
 To Thy garner of blessing and rest, — 
 
 Unless some one will take up the work and the joy, 
 And follow their Saviour's behest. 
 
34 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Dear Father, send some to them speedily now 
 Who will count the joy, not the cost. 
 
 Oh, pity them. Father ! and make us to feel 
 Compassion for multitudes lost. 
 
 JVOIV AND HEREAFTER. 
 
 DO you ever grow so weary with the burden of the 
 day. 
 That the quiet rest of evening seems very far away ? 
 Do you find it hard, o'erburdened, and really almost 
 
 ill, 
 
 Sweet, pleasant words to utter for fretful ones that 
 chill.? 
 
 Do you wonder why so heavy is the burden that 
 
 you bear } 
 Why so little strength is given you to lift your 
 
 weight of care.? 
 The Father knoweth, surely, as you shall know at 
 
 length. 
 Oh, flee to Him, your Helper, your Everlasting 
 
 Strength ! 
 
 The burden, hard to carry, will one day be removed. 
 And God's own loving wisdom be wonderfully proved. 
 
THE SOULS OBSERVATORY. 35 
 
 Yes, we shall know, hereafter, and 'tis not far away, 
 God's quiet rest at evening beyond life's weary day. 
 
 THE SO UVS OBSER VA TOR K 
 
 YOU love the starlight ? Then listen, my dear one, 
 To the words that I have for your ear, 
 Of the Starlight, the Sunlight, the Lovelight of 
 heaven, — 
 Of the sky that is ever clear. 
 
 There is a spot where the Christian may view it, 
 
 And drink in its beauty so fair, — 
 A spot that he loves with the purest devotion ; 
 
 'T is the precious closet of prayer. 
 
 There, as he gazes above through the earth-mist, 
 
 The wonders of God are revealed. 
 There are unfolded the glories unfathomed. 
 
 From the eyes of the world concealed. 
 
 Above, in its beauty and holiness shining. 
 
 Filling his bosom with peace. 
 Beams the Star of Bethlehem calmly and clearly. 
 
 Bidding all doubting cease. 
 
36 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 E'er as he seeks it, it beckons him nearer 
 
 The beautiful home of the soul ; 
 So he follows its guiding, and onward and upward, 
 
 Still speeds toward the heav'nly goal. 
 
 When the night-shadows solemnly gather above him 
 
 In the dying sunset-light. 
 He seeks the dearly loved place of devotion, 
 
 And at eventide it is light. 
 
 For God giveth songs in the night to His children, 
 
 And darkness and sorrow and sin 
 Flee away in the light that shines freely and sweetly 
 
 The trusting heart within. 
 
 And the soul is bathed in the sweet rays of healing, 
 
 Comforting, soothing, and blest. 
 That beam from the bright Sun of Righteousness 
 ever, 
 
 Into the heart oppressed. 
 
 All the glorious orbs of God's unclouded heaven 
 
 Beam out o'er the upward way. 
 And brighter and brighter the pathway still shineth 
 
 Unto the perfect day. 
 
IN AFTER DAYS. 37 
 
 IN AFTER DAYS. 
 
 In after days ! O Father, as I wait 
 Beneath the shadow of this sorrow great, 
 Hope seems to fail. The burden seems to weigh 
 Too heavily, too sadly ; and the way 
 Seems long and dreary. Father, can it be 
 That glorious joy at last awaiteth me, 
 In after days } 
 
 In after days ! And shall I joyful sing. 
 And worship Thee in peace and calm, my King.? 
 Is sunshine falling from Thy glorious throne 
 Upon a path with flowers overgrown "t 
 And can it be that resting shall supplant 
 The weary tossing — rest, for which I pant — 
 In after days } 
 
 In after days ! But oh ! I need not wait 
 To feel Thee near to cheer, to compensate. 
 Thou art with me, my Saviour and my God, 
 Thou knowest all, for Thou the path hast trod, 
 In weakness is Thine own strength perfected. 
 I need not wait with Thy grace to be fed 
 Till after days. 
 
 In after days ! What matter, after all, 
 
 What they may bring, so that Thy blessing fall ! 
 
38 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 There shall come joy for pain, for trusting, sight, 
 For long and dreary shadow, endless light. 
 When Thou dost call us home to be with Thee, 
 And when we reach, in glad Eternity, 
 Thy after days. 
 
 CLOSE OF THE SABBATH. 
 
 Beautiful voices lifted in song, 
 Beautiful thoughts that to true hearts belong. 
 Beautiful hopes in beautiful ways, 
 Closing the best of days ! 
 
 Beautiful faith that's forging of gold. 
 Beautiful links 'twixt new and old ; 
 Beautiful Sabbath, beautiful home, 
 
 Where we with Him may come. 
 
 Beautiful trust that gives us to-day. 
 Beautiful hopes in an untried way ; 
 Beautiful mem'ry witnessing low. 
 Sweetly for Jesus now. 
 
 Beautiful day ! O Father, send down 
 Beautiful peace, its mem'ry to crown ; 
 Beautiful, blessed, oh, may it be! 
 Leading us on to Thee. 
 
AT EVENING. 39 
 
 RESTING. 
 
 RESTING in Thee, Father, resting in Thee, 
 The world hath no power, no glory for me. 
 Thoughts sweet and holy, and joy beyond ken, 
 Fill me with rapture again and again. 
 
 Earth lies below me and heaven above. 
 
 While I float on in an ocean of love, 
 Trusting and blessed and happy and free. 
 
 For the presence of God resteth round about me. 
 
 AT EVENING. 
 
 I SAT and watched the sunbeams 
 • Fade o'er the distant hill ; 
 The twilight hush was falling. 
 The world lay calm and still. 
 
 Somehow, as I watched them, 
 My heart grew strangely sad, — 
 
 I remembered that they carried 
 Away both good and bad, 
 
 That had been that day recorded 
 Against my name in heaven. 
 
 Oh, that God's sweet approval 
 Had but to all been given ! 
 
40 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Still, still I sat and sorrowed, — 
 My evening tasks undone, — 
 
 Till the pale stars far above me 
 Shone o'er me, one by one. 
 
 Suddenly came a whisper. 
 That startled me, as I sat, — 
 
 "While thou art sadly grieving 
 O'er this wrong deed or that, 
 
 *' Art not committing greater 
 And far more solemn sin, 
 
 In leaving unaccomplished 
 
 Tasks thou shouldst now begin ? 
 
 *' In humble, contrite spirit. 
 Ask the kind God of love 
 
 Thy sins to now forgive thee,- 
 And help thee from above." 
 
Thoughts for Special Occasions, 
 
THOUGHTS FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 EASTER HYMN. 
 
 CHILLY mists in the garden gloom, 
 Veiling the flowers fair, 
 Sighing breezes about the tomb. 
 Whispering of despair. 
 
 Look ! a glow in the eastern sky. 
 
 Herald of life and hope ! 
 The breezes hasten more gladly by. 
 
 The flowers to beauty ope. 
 
 Celestial glows in the garden now 
 
 Wonders of joy display. 
 Oh, tidings the worlds have rejoiced to know, 
 
 Christ rose on that Easter day ! 
 
 Then ring, ye beautiful Easter bells. 
 
 Fair Easter lilies wave. 
 From each glad heart the carol swells, — 
 
 Christ triumphed o'er the grave. 
 
44 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 A AT EASTER REVERIE. 
 
 CALMLY the light of the afternoon sun, 
 On the happy Easter, shone 
 HoHly, lovingly into my room, 
 As I, thoughtful, sat alone. 
 
 In my window was placed an yEolian harp ; 
 
 And the breezes, soft and low, 
 Lingered across it, and murmured, and sighed, 
 
 Seeming sweet, glad rest to know. 
 
 I closed my eyes, but the dreamy notes 
 
 Seemed thrillingly to repeat 
 Their weird, wild pleadings to my heart, 
 
 In whispers sweet — ah, sweet ! 
 
 Softly they sang, till my soul seemed borne 
 
 On their quivering wings away. 
 Back, back, through the years that had rolled 
 between, 
 
 To the first glad Easter day. 
 
 Like the heavy stone at the Saviour's grave. 
 That hid Him from human sight, 
 
 Had the long years rolled up o'er that silent tomb, 
 To massive, blinding height. 
 
OUR EASTER HOPE. 45 
 
 But the sweet, weird notes bore me gently back, 
 
 Till I almost seemed to stand 
 Amidst the flowers of Joseph's grove, 
 
 In the distant Bible land. 
 
 The stone was no longer before the tomb, 
 
 The Saviour had risen, instead, 
 I could see Him there in the garden's sweet 
 gloom, — 
 . The living One, — not the dead ! 
 
 Oh ! bear my thoughts to the Victor's throne, 
 
 . To my Intercessor's feet ; 
 And teach my heart a triumphant song 
 
 That shall be like thine own, full sweet. 
 
 OUR EASTER HOPE. 
 
 Calmly the great sun rolled 
 Up from the sea of gold, 
 Up to the azure sky. 
 Up to man's smiling eye, 
 On Easter morn. 
 
 Gladly the lilies fair 
 Opened to meet him there, 
 
46 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Down in the meadow green, 
 Bright with its dewy sheen, 
 On Easter morn. 
 
 So, many years ago, 
 Bright in the morning's glow, 
 Rose up the Heavenly Son, 
 Rose from the grave, dark, dun, 
 On Easter morn. 
 
 Long years have rolled away. 
 Yet on this happy day 
 Praise we the risen Lord, 
 By angel choirs adored. 
 On Easter morn. 
 
 Soon shall we be with Him, 
 Where tears shall no more dim 
 Eyes, that with gladness bright 
 See God, in joy and light. 
 On Easter morn. 
 
 Purchased at countless cost. 
 Saved from the world, sin-tossed, 
 Hope we in risen life, 
 With Jesus after strife, — 
 Glad Easter morn. 
 
THE NATION S AFFLICTION. 4/ 
 
 THE NATION'S AFFLICTION 
 Malachi 3 : 3. 
 
 BEFORE the glowing furnace the refiner sat 
 alone. 
 His thought upon the silver in the fiery sea that 
 
 shone, 
 Bending with watchful glances the crucible before, 
 Till his image there reflected should prove the metal 
 pure. 
 
 Our nation in a furnace of affliction seemed to lie, 
 The flames of war around her leaped and darted 
 
 heaven high. 
 The nation must be cleansed and the dross be 
 
 burned away, 
 Be it civil strife and hatred or the curse of slavery. 
 
 Loud raged the fires and fiercely ere the nation 
 
 freed became 
 From the dross of its pollution. In the purifying 
 
 flame 
 Many noble men and mighty perished gladly, that 
 
 the land 
 Be restored to brightest glory, 'mong the blest of 
 
 God to stand. 
 
48 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 And our God watched o'er it ever, for He would 
 
 that it should show 
 The reflection of His image, that it should His 
 
 favor know. 
 So He blessed it and preserved it, and restored it 
 
 from the flame, 
 That it might shine forth a glory and an honor to 
 
 His name. 
 
 So to-day we bow and praise Him for the land's 
 
 prosperity. 
 So to-day we praise and thank Him for our land of 
 
 liberty ; 
 And with tender thoughts and loving, we the fair 
 
 spring flowers bring, — 
 To the noble ones who perished, memory's sweetest 
 
 offering. 
 
 Strew them lovingly above them in the fresh and 
 
 dewy grass. 
 As among their resting-places you with reverent 
 
 footsteps pass ; 
 While the calm sun smiles above you and the winds 
 
 their murmurs cease, 
 And the soft sky bends above you, — emblem of 
 
 eternal peace. 
 
THE DYING SOLDIERS. 49 
 
 . THE DYING SOLDIERS. 
 A True iNCtDENX. 
 
 OVER the battle-field tenderly fell 
 The rays of the setting sun, 
 Kissing the faces of dying and dead, 
 Whose vict'ries of life were won. 
 
 Mournfully upward the wounded gazed, — 
 
 Their pulses within them stirred. 
 Would their dimmed eyes again his beauty see ? 
 
 Would the night-bird's song be heard? 
 
 Where the sweet light fell in a gold-flecked haze, 
 Through a copse of the southern field, 
 
 Two soldiers lay dying, two loyal forms lay 
 In the sunset light revealed. 
 
 The sound of the drums from the distance came. 
 
 Mellowed and softened, anear. 
 But their quick ears caught it, — the well-loved 
 sound. 
 
 That, in strength, they were wont to hear. 
 
 And one, with a sad and mournful smile. 
 
 Raised his heavy, aching head ; 
 Then turned to the comrade beside him and asked, 
 
 " Friend, comrade, art living or dead ? " 
 
50 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 The whisper came quick, *' Who are you, my friend ? 
 
 "I'm from the tenth Wisconsin, lad. 
 And you .'' " *' From the Illinois sixth," he said, 
 
 And the light of his face was glad. 
 
 Then, '' I cannot see," he added 
 
 In a quivering tone, " your face. 
 I am blinded, and dying, and anguished. 
 
 But you — } " With a quiet grace 
 
 The other answered, " I'm going 
 
 To the heaven of victory. 
 I shall never see yon sun rise." 
 
 He closed with a gentle sigh. 
 
 " Give me your hand, my comrade," 
 
 The blinded soldier said. 
 The other pressed it, and, silent, 
 
 They lay hand-in-hand, till dead. 
 
 At early dawn the searchers 
 Came to the corpse-strewn field 
 
 To bear away their comrades 
 
 Whose lips in death were sealed. 
 
ANNIVERSARY THOUGHTS. 5 I 
 
 The sun threw its golden arrows 
 
 Aslant from over the hill, 
 Through the deserted valley 
 
 In the rosy dawning still. ^ 
 
 Just beyond the copse where the sunbeams 
 
 Struggled tenderly through, 
 They found the two soldiers lying 
 
 With fingers locked. They knew 
 
 In a glance the pitiful story, 
 
 Of the long night hours of pain ; 
 They knew how, together, their comrades 
 
 Faced death, in the quiet plain, 
 
 And they softened their tones as they bore them, 
 
 Together, away from the spot. 
 For the interlaced, icy fingers 
 
 Told a tale not soon forgot. 
 
 ANNIVERSAR Y THO UGHTS. 
 
 'T IS an hour of sweet rejoicing; let the joy bells 
 
 ' carol out. 
 
 Let the breezes bear the music of our happy praise 
 about, 
 
52 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 For the presence of the Blessed One of God has 
 
 been our stay ; 
 He has led us safely, gladly, to this Anniversary 
 
 day. 
 
 Shall we not with loving voices lift to God our 
 
 grateful songs. 
 Thanking Him for all His goodness, unto whom our 
 
 praise belongs ? 
 Shall we not rejoice together and take courage that 
 
 we may, 
 Through another year of service, more like Jesus 
 
 work and pray ? 
 
 'Tis an hour of tender mem'ry, as we think how 
 
 angel eyes 
 May be looking down upon us from a home beyond 
 
 the skies, — 
 Eyes that often met our glances in the olden happy 
 
 days, 
 While dear lips repeated welcomes, lips now singing 
 
 heavenly praise. 
 
 But, dear Father, help us say it truly, lovingly, 
 to-night ! 
 
 God knows best ; and sweetly trusting, all the path- 
 way shall be light. 
 
ANNIVERSARY THOUGHTS. 53 
 
 And at last, when His word cometh unto us who 
 
 watch and wait, 
 We shall go to meet our Father and our loved at 
 
 heaven's gate. 
 
 So we gather with our praises, so we gather with 
 our song, 
 
 Now to thank Him for His guidance all our earthly- 
 way along. 
 
 Now to ask that He would bless us as He ever yet 
 has done. 
 
 Through the year of loving service we to-night 
 begin upon. 
 
 Carol out in sweetest accent, Anniversary bells 
 to night. 
 
 Filling all our hearts with music and with holy, 
 sweet delight. 
 
 For the presence of the Spirit of our God shall be 
 our stay. 
 
 He will lead us, He will guide us, from this Anni- 
 versary day. 
 
54 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 ANNIVERSARY SONGS. 
 
 
 
 NCE again we meet together 
 
 In this dear and holy place, 
 Where we sing with hearts o'erflowing, 
 Songs of God's redeeming grace. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We are singing, ever singing, 
 
 We are happy in His love ; 
 We are praying for His guidance. 
 
 That we all may reach His home above. 
 
 Through the past year many loved ones 
 Have their home in glory sought ; 
 
 Gathered to their Father's bosom. 
 Know they now of sorrow naught. 
 
 Sadly do we miss each dear one 
 
 From the hallowed place each filled ; 
 
 Knowing they are safe with Jesus, 
 Can we say, "Amen, God willed.''" 
 
 Annivers'ry skies are softer, 
 
 But there's sunshine still to-day ; 
 
 The Sun of righteousness, appearing, 
 Driveth all the mists away. 
 
A-JNIVERSARY SONGS. 55 
 
 Many hearts have found the Saviour ; 
 
 Now of peace and joy they sing ; 
 With our hearts and aims united, 
 
 Let our chorus heavenward ring. 
 
 SWEET voices are Hfted in song, 
 Bright tear-drops by smiles are encrowned, 
 For beautiful memories throng 
 
 In hearts that true sweetness have found. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Beautiful day ! beautiful day ! 
 
 Oh, may thy sweet influence prove 
 A link in the chain of life's way, 
 
 To hold us wherever we rove ! 
 
 Our Father has sent us bright showers, — 
 The drops that bring healing and life, — 
 
 Till low in these dark hearts of ours 
 The blossoms of beauty are rife. 
 
 And we would not hinder their growth. 
 But win them to fragrance and bloom. 
 
 Lord, send to us cloud and sun, both, 
 That they may true beauty assume. 
 
56 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 OUR LIFE PICTURE, 
 
 PAINTED FOR GRADUATION DAY. 
 
 THE wonderful sunset-light shone through the hill- 
 ' gaps, 
 
 Flooding the vale with a mystical glow ! 
 Ah ! it was all sweetly solemn and holy 
 
 There in the low-lying Valee des Beaux. 
 
 A soft summer-shower was quivering, falling, 
 
 Over the sunset-lit valley below, — 
 Shimmering down, like a curtain of splendor, 
 
 Over the calm of the Vallee des Beaux. 
 
 Far in the east rose the pledge of Jehovah, 
 Kissing to beauty the cold, mountain snow. 
 
 And bending, in bright benediction and glory. 
 Over the wondering Vallee des Beaux. 
 
 Some one had dreamed it all, some one had seen it all, 
 Clear as a vision the angels might show ; 
 
 Some one had felt in his soul the sweet thrilling 
 Of nature's rare pow'r in the Vallee des Beaux. 
 
 An artist eye caught it, the gleam from the summits, 
 The radiance calm of the o'er-arching bow, 
 
 The sparkle of jewelled drops, — all that was brightest. 
 At calm sunset hour, in the Valine des Beaux. 
 
OUR LIFE PICTURE. 5/ 
 
 And some one was filled with a longing and yearning 
 To make the bare canvas with life-warmth to glow^ 
 That the beauty and light might be tenderly pris- 
 oned, — 
 That the world might be blessed in the Valine des 
 Beaux. 
 
 Thought grew to a purpose. The artist made ready 
 The meaningless canvas, across which should flow 
 
 The quivering waves of a wonderful beauty, — 
 The beauty of Dreamland's sweet Vallee des 
 Beaux. 
 
 Day after day sped the busy hands. Slowly 
 Did the dim forms on the dark canvas grow, 
 
 Yet the artist worked on with his soul in his labor, 
 And ever before him the Vallee des Beaux. 
 
 At last it was done. The painter stepped backward 
 To gaze on his labor with rapture or woe, — 
 
 Woe, if he failed ; but with heaven-born rapture, 
 Had his brush caught the charm of the Vallee des 
 Beaux. 
 
 A shade crossed his features. " Yes, something is 
 needed, 
 A touch that would make it full perfect, I trow. 
 
58 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Dear God, give me power ! Let Thy hand give 
 meaning 
 And life to my dream of the Vallee des Beaux. 
 
 " I thank Thee ! " The brush in his fingers he 
 seizes, 
 
 And, as he were guided indeed, touches now 
 This portion, then that, till it seems in a moment 
 
 The living, the wonderful Vallee des Beaux ! 
 
 We stand gazing out o'er a beautiful valley. 
 
 We see as a vision before us to-day. 
 Our life-work fair pictured in curvings of beauty. 
 
 With shadows and glories that over it play. 
 
 We see but its beauty. The soft shadows heighten 
 
 The glory that shines from the beautiful whole ; 
 And we murmur, '' May that which is purest and 
 brightest 
 Shine out, shadow-tempered and blest, from the 
 soul ! " 
 
 We, dreaming, behold it in fair relief outlined 
 Against the calm sky of a future all bright, 
 
 Our beautiful dream of a life-work full blessed, 
 Illumined by hope's tender glory and light. 
 
M^^ WEDDING MORN. 59 
 
 Life's canvas before us, God help us portray it 
 All beautiful, perfect, with glory replete, 
 
 Each soft outline rounded, each fair form com- 
 pleted, — 
 A whole for the gaze of the angels made meet. 
 
 MV WEDDING MORN. 
 
 THE bells ring up, and the bells ring out, 
 Through the clear, sweet air of morning. 
 And the sweet light flushes the eastern sky ; 
 My wedding day is dawning. 
 
 The bells ring up, and the bells ring out, 
 
 A glad, sweet story telling, — 
 A tale of hope, and a tale of love. 
 
 While my heart with joy is swelling. 
 
 The bells ring up, and the bells ring out. 
 
 And softly I am praying 
 That God would let His blessings fall, 
 
 The hand of sorrow staying. 
 
 The bells ring up, and the bells ring out ; 
 
 A new life they are bringing. 
 God knows the whole. I wait to read 
 
 The life-story they are ringing. 
 
60 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 AT EIGHTY. 
 
 " I remember the days of old, I meditate on all Thy works ; 
 I muse on the work of Thy hands." 
 
 TO-NIGHT we gather, dear aged friend, 
 With thee a backward look to send 
 To the holy past. 
 And too, we would look to happy years 
 Of rest for strife, of smiles for tears, 
 And clouds o'erpast. 
 
 Thy dear ones here with a loving prayer 
 
 Bless thee, and would in thy heart -thoughts share. 
 
 On thy sweet birth-night. 
 Eighty long years of changeful life, 
 • Eighty long years with sweetness rife. 
 
 Completed quite ! 
 
 Rest after strife ! Ah ! 't is meet that those 
 Who have toiled and wept should at last repose. 
 
 In the calm of age. 
 'T is meet they should tenderly recall 
 The joys of youth, and the records all. 
 
 Of life's well-filled page. 
 
 God has sent thee pain, but thy long life spent 
 In His blessed service, dost thou repent } 
 
AT EIGHTY. 6 1 
 
 Ah ! thy heart says nay. 
 Was not He our Captain, Christ the Lord, 
 Made "perfect through suffering?" Blessed Word! 
 
 He has passed this way. 
 
 With every stroke of His chastening rod, 
 Couldst thou not hear thy pitying God 
 
 Say, "It is I.?" 
 And though gross darkness covered thee, 
 "Thy will be done," all tremblingly 
 
 Thou didst reply. 
 
 And glory that it may be so. 
 
 That we through Him may triumph know 
 
 O'er grief and pain ! 
 And glory that this truth we 're told, — 
 The loved we mourn. His arms enfold, — 
 
 Our loss, their gain ! 
 
 To-night we pray that life's last years 
 May be thy best, — that the cares and tears 
 
 Of the olden days 
 May be replaced by love's calm sun-gleam ; 
 And the latest murmurs of life's sweet stream 
 
 Be one hymn of praise. 
 
THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 HA R VEST THO UGHTS. 
 
 HARVEST bells are ringing sweetly 
 O'er the fields of ripened grain, 
 Pealing out a joyous welcome 
 To the harvest time again ; 
 Carolling in tones so tender 
 
 Of the year's rich garners filled, 
 Of the plenty, of the glory, 
 Of sweet prophecies fulfilled. 
 
 Oh, ring on, ye tuneful echoes 
 
 Of the sweet, glad harvest bells. 
 As your notes ring clearly upward, 
 
 Every heart with rapture swells. 
 Every heart is raised to Heaven, 
 
 In a glad, thanksgiving psalm. 
 For the Father's harvest blessings. 
 
 For life's glory and life's calm. 
 
 APPEAL EOR TEMPERANCE, 
 
 I HEAR sweet voices calling 
 In tearful, pleading prayer. 
 From the homes of erring loved ones, 
 Calling in wild despair, — 
 
APPEAL FOR TEMPERANCE. 63 
 
 Voices that melt my stony heart 
 And bid me in God's work bear part. 
 Will you enlist for Temperance, and help the 
 cause of God ? 
 
 I know that God will help us, 
 
 If, battling in His name. 
 We wave his glorious banner 
 
 Above the curse and shame. 
 If, trusting in Almighty pow'r. 
 We strive to hasten Victory's hour. 
 Will you enlist for Temperance, and help the 
 cause of God ? 
 
 What other woe could threaten 
 
 Our precious native land, 
 So wild and sad and mighty 
 
 As this we would withstand ! 
 God help us realize the need 
 Of answering as His children plead. 
 Will you enlist for Temperance, and help the 
 cause of God ? 
 
 Not yet, perhaps, the victory. 
 
 But God is in His heaven, 
 And, when His own are faithful, 
 
 'T will then be surely given. 
 
64 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 He saved us once from Slavery, 
 A Christian nation blest and free. 
 Will you enlist for Temperance, and help the 
 cause of God ? 
 
 If in your heart awakens 
 
 An impulse sweet and fair, 
 To join God's faithful workers, 
 Oh ! cherish it with prayer ; 
 And know, as did the olden seer, 
 " He wakeneth mine ear to hear." 
 Will you enlist for Temperance, and help the 
 cause of God ? 
 
 CHRISTMAS ANGELS. 
 
 THROUGH the glorious, star-lit dome of heaven 
 Rang a beautiful angel-chime, — 
 You know the story, the sweet, old story. 
 The story of Christmas time. 
 
 You know how the wonderful song went thrilling. 
 
 Out, out, o'er a slumb'ring earth, — 
 A song of good-will, and a song of glory. 
 
 On the night of our Saviour's birth. 
 
CHRISTMAS ANGELS. 6$ 
 
 And I think, at the rare, sweet eve of Christmas, 
 
 The beautiful angels come. 
 E'en now, their anthem of love to carol 
 
 Within our every home. 
 
 And I think that the little children hear them, 
 
 As they lie on their snowy beds ; 
 And I think that the Christ-Child, the Heavenly 
 Saviour, 
 
 A blessing around them sheds. 
 
 I '11 tell you, too, why I think the children, — 
 
 The little ones, sweet and dear, — 
 In their Christmas dreamings, sweet, tender dream,- 
 ings. 
 
 The songs of the angels hear. 
 
 They smile in their sleeping, and murmur love- 
 words. 
 
 And the angels carolled such, 
 And their little faces, sweet, upturned faces, 
 
 Seem hallowed by angels' touch. 
 
 And the children wake in the early dawning 
 
 With a smile and a word of love ; 
 They are bringing the sweetness, the passing sweet- 
 ness. 
 
 They have caught from heaven above. 
 
66 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Let us welcome the message the children bring us, 
 
 As with love their faces shine, 
 Let us greet them gently, and love them fondly, 
 
 That they keep the joy divine. 
 
 And let us become as the little children, 
 
 At the loving Christmas hour, — 
 Loving, and gentle, and pure, and trustful, 
 
 Seeking the Christ-Child's power. 
 
 And, perchance, in the hush of the tender midnight. 
 
 The angels may draw nigh, 
 And, if our hearts are pure and childlike. 
 
 May forget to pass us by. 
 
Thoughts of Childhood, 
 
THOUGHTS OF CHILDHOOD. 
 
 4 
 
 THE FIRST CHILD RE A' S DAY. 
 
 CHILDREN, my children, a song for your ear, — 
 A beautiful story to-night. 
 Of the Saviour, the Promised One, Jesus the Christ, 
 Who for you left His kingdom of light ! 
 
 There were people a-many, one day, in the street 
 
 Of a Judean village fair ; 
 From hither and thither they hastened to bring 
 
 The children to Jesus, there. 
 
 Can you not see them ? Look ! Jesus is there. 
 
 With a smile on His face, of love. 
 "Oh ! suffer the children," He says, ** for of such 
 
 Is My beautiful kingdom above." 
 
 Children, my children, you 've heard it before } 
 And you say, ''That v^as long ago ! " 
 
 But ah ! little ones, does not Jesus love you .-* 
 Oh ! do not your hearts tell you so .'* 
 
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JO THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 God tells us Himself, in His Word, that the Christ, 
 Who blessed little children that day. 
 
 Loves the same, guards, and will bless just the same 
 To-night, and forever and aye. 
 
 So children, my children, say, "Jesus, bless me ! " 
 And the Saviour will bless you, and lay 
 
 His hand on your head, (though you may not see,) 
 As He did on the first Children's Day. 
 
 A FANCY. 
 
 A THOUGHT flew up to the azure sky, on tender, 
 dove-white wings ; 
 'T was the beautiful Thought of a little child, — a 
 
 thought of heavenly things. 
 A cloud sailed over the quiet blue into the rosy 
 
 west. 
 So the Thought sailed, too, on the snow-white bark, 
 and folded its wings to rest. 
 
 Up into the golden sunset-light the fairy bark sped 
 
 on. 
 Over the rippling, shining waves where the heavenly 
 
 glory shone. 
 
TO HELEN IRENE. 7 1 
 
 And the beautiful Thought, so frail and sweet, was 
 
 bathed in the glowing spray, 
 And wafted by tender winds above to the perfect, 
 
 heavenly day. 
 
 TO HELEN IRENE, 
 
 OBODY ever was like you. 
 Dear little Helen Irene, 
 Nobody ever more precious. 
 
 Than you to my fond heart, I ween 
 
 N 
 
 Can it be true that the Father 
 
 Has given me you to my joy ? 
 How can I sweetly and fitly 
 
 His wonderful praise employ ? 
 
 Closely I fold you and ask Him 
 To make you His beautiful child, 
 
 Thus to be sweetly our comfort, — 
 Innocent, undefiled. 
 
 Dear little face, safely pillowed 
 
 On the arm that would shield you in love. 
 May you early be bright with the shining 
 
 Of the love of the Saviour above ! 
 
'J2 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 Dear little hands, birdlike flutt'ring 
 Over thine innocent breast, 
 
 Sweet deeds and holy and loving 
 Be ever thy portion blest ! 
 
 Xittle feet not yet entered 
 
 On the paths of earnest strife. 
 
 May you ever press upward and forward . 
 In the way that is Truth and Life ! 
 
 Oh ! how we love you, our darling, 
 Yet God loves you more than we. 
 
 God's child ! and He will give sweetly. 
 Beyond all our longing, to thee. 
 
 While the dew of thy babyhood holy 
 Lies upon thee in beautiful sheen. 
 
 We are praying the Father to bless thee, 
 Dear little Helen Irene 
 
 PROPHECY. 
 
 HE was only a busy boy. But the light 
 That kissed his forehead and cheeks and hair. 
 As he bent by the side of his sister fair, 
 Told the tale of a future bright. 
 
PROPHECY. ;73 
 
 He was only helping her to unfold 
 A parcel just left to her eager hands, 
 But he smiled, as he severed the dainty bands, 
 
 Her happiness to behold. 
 
 He was yet but a gentle boy when the cry 
 Came hurrying on to his ear and his heart, 
 '' Oh, help us to tear from men's spirits apart 
 
 The bands of a deep misery ! " 
 
 It was only a pledge and a prayer and a will ; 
 But he kept them safe in his true, warm breast, 
 Till they grew to deeds and taught him, blest. 
 
 The sweet prophecy to fulfill. 
 
 So he grew. And no longer the boy came in 
 To help his sister and smile ; but, strong, 
 A man went forth with life's battle-throng. 
 
 Helped by her prayers to win. 
 
 May the boys at a sister's side to-day. 
 
 As they meet life's foes, with God-sent powers 
 Fulfill the pledge of their boyhood hours. 
 
 And be heirs to a childhood's sway. 
 
74 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 TO AMY. 
 ON HER FIRST BIRTHDAY. 
 
 HEAR little Amy, sweet little Amy, 
 ^ Fond love surrounds thy way, 
 And tender wishes and hopes and kisses 
 Greet thee this glad birthday. 
 
 Autumn's fair glories are dawning about thee ; 
 
 May they be types unto thee 
 Of the glory and grace of the life all before thee, — 
 
 Its blessing and purity. 
 
 Ah ! may it be that as Love has shielded 
 
 Thus far thine earthly way. 
 Its gladdening presence may fold thee, and hold 
 thee, 
 
 Ever from harm and dismay ! 
 
 We greet thee, our darling, with love's own blessing, 
 
 And this is our birthday prayer, — 
 The joy of a life that is sweet and helpful. 
 
 May it ever be thine to share ! 
 
 Dear little Amy, sweet little Amy, 
 
 Just a year old to-day ! 
 Ring out, O music of love, thoughts and kisses. 
 
 And sweeten our darling's way ! 
 
TO HELEN. 75 
 
 LITTLE GIRL FROM GEORGIA, 
 
 I FELL in love with you, darling, to-day ; 
 I can never forget you, I know. 
 I think I am better because of it ; 
 God grant that it may be so ! 
 
 'T was only a sweet and artless word 
 
 By your baby lips expressed ; 
 'T was only a glance from your dear brown eyes, 
 
 But my inmost heart was blessed. 
 
 And I have prayed that the Loving One 
 
 Would bless you in all your life. 
 That it may with holy thoughts of peace 
 
 And loving deeds be rife ! 
 
 TO HELEN. 
 
 A LITTLE white valentine, pure as a snow-flake, 
 Fluttered adown from the sky to me. 
 Dear little valentine, sweet little valentine, 
 Wonderful love thou hast brought with thee. 
 
 Dear little valentine, sweet little valentine, 
 I would look in at thine unstained soul. 
 
 And read the love-message the Father has sent me,- 
 Only a part, — He will teach me the whole. 
 
Thoughts of the Departed, 
 
THOUGHTS OF THE DEPARTED. 
 
 BE RE A VEMENT. 
 
 ALONE ! O Lord, not so ! Be Thou with me, 
 And let Thy blessed presence solace be. 
 In anguish bowed, with pleading, longing heart, 
 I pray Thee Thine own power now impart. 
 
 I know Thou hast an "afterward," O Lord, 
 For this my night of pain. Thy glorious Word 
 Has promised joy for woe, and praise for tears ; 
 Thy wondrous love would silence doubts and fears. 
 
 And so I wait, and closer draw to Thee, 
 Lifting my eyes as if my soul must see 
 The loved one Thou hast led within the vail, 
 Where sorrow dies and pleasures never fail. 
 
 The waiting — it is hard. Yet moments come 
 When I seem to feel the atmosphere of Home ; 
 And then I fancy little lies between 
 This present world and Thy fair realms unseen. 
 
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 Prostrate and weak and pleading now I lie, 
 And pray that Thou wilt not Thy grace deny. 
 With Thee, O Lord, is everlasting strength ; 
 Uphold me till I reach Thy side at length. 
 
 I know Thou 'rt Love. Oh ! make the knowledge 
 
 blest. 
 Till in its power my soul shall sweetly rest ; ^ 
 For " some sweet day " the clouds shall melt in light 
 And glory burst upon my longing sight. 
 
 ANOTHER GONE HOME. 
 
 ANOTHER gone home t As we ask it, 
 Heart-awed, for a moment we wait 
 To think of the glorious mansions 
 
 Beyond the beautiful gate. 
 We think how someone has entered 
 
 Those portals of glory fair. 
 To know of the untold beauties, 
 And the joys awaiting there. 
 
 Another gone home } So we ask it, 
 
 In accents hushed and low ; 
 And we think of the sorrow of others 
 
 Who the anguish of parting know. 
 
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 We lift a prayer to the Father, 
 
 To be with them in trial's hour ; 
 Then on in life's whirl and hurry 
 
 We are borne with resistless power. 
 
 Another gone home ? So we ask it. 
 
 Another ? — and this was our friend ! 
 In our hearts startled, wounded, and grieving, 
 
 Love and longing and suffering blend. 
 The words we are yearning to utter, 
 
 Our hearts are too full to repeat. 
 We can only remember we loved her, 
 
 'Mid thronging memories sweet. 
 
 Another gone home ? Bowed and stricken, 
 
 Yet still to our souls seems to come 
 A murmur of music celestial, 
 
 A breath from the perfect home. 
 For again the angels have opened 
 
 The portals of joy and light. 
 And she whom we loved has entered, 
 
 Beyond earth's sorrowful night. 
 
82 THOUGHTS OF PEACE. 
 
 LITTLE RALPH. 
 Isaiah 43 : i, 2. 
 
 OH, sorrowful mother ! thy little one lies 
 In the Saviour's embrace. Never fear; 
 Be glad in the wonderful joy that he knows, 
 While angel-songs ravish his ear. 
 
 Thy "little one " ever ! No long years of sin, 
 
 Of suffering, trial, and woe ; 
 No sad hours of weeping, no moments of grief, 
 
 Shall he again, dear mourner, know. 
 
 Oh, when thou dost meet him again, will he not. 
 With dear, loving arms hold thee fast t 
 
 Sweet, pure, little angel — thine own ! What a link 
 To draw thee to heaven at last ! 
 
 He is not less thine own. Ah, no, and thou hast 
 
 An angel-child. Sorrow not thou ; 
 Remember that He who hath loved you hath said, 
 
 ''I will not leave you comfortless," now. 
 
 I think He must be with you, specially near. 
 
 In this your affliction. He knows 
 The anguish of earth-partings. Ah, He is not 
 
 Untouched by htimanity's woes ! 
 
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 I know of thy little one's sweet, witching ways ; 
 
 I know that thy sorrow is great ; 
 But I know that thy Saviour is able to bless, 
 
 In compassionate love doth He wait. 
 
 PEARL. 
 
 SHE went to gather the flowerets fair, 
 Bright with the morning dew. 
 They were sweet and rare, 
 As the playful air 
 
 Hurried their bright ranks through. 
 
 She loved them fondly, — my little Pearl, — 
 And sought them where'er she might. 
 
 She would fasten a whorl 
 
 In dress and curl 
 
 And laugh at the merry sight. 
 
 She thought they were glad because she came ; 
 
 They would lift their heads and nod. 
 I thought the same, 
 And was I to blame } 
 
 I loved her next to God. 
 
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 I went one day to the dewy mead 
 
 To gather the flowers sweet. 
 They were fair indeed, 
 And they seemed to plead 
 
 That they might my darling greet. 
 
 She could not come to them where they shed 
 
 Perfume on the sunlit air ; 
 On her little bed 
 Lay the golden head, 
 
 And I carried the blossoms there. 
 
 Like her they were pure and free from guile, 
 The flowers her heart had loved. 
 
 I tried to smile, 
 
 For I knew the while 
 
 That 'mid heavenly flowers she roved. 
 
 ONL V YESTERDA Y. 
 
 T seems only yesterday ! so you said ; 
 And your eyes were dreamy and sad, 
 As you thought of the gentle friend of the past, 
 Whose presence had made you glad. 
 
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 Your thoughts were traveling, dear, I know, 
 Through the years that had' rolled between, 
 
 As you wondered what they had been to her 
 In the realms of the great Unseen. 
 
 I knew you were feeling the hush of peace 
 That falls when you think of her — 
 
 Legacy of an unselfish life — 
 Your inmost heart to stir. 
 
 And then did you think, with a little start, 
 
 How soon a dear voice may say 
 Of me, as of her, *' Ah ! can it be ? 
 
 It seems only yesterday! " 
 
 GRANDMOTHER'S THIMBLE. 
 
 THE house was silent and lonely; 
 Dear grandmamma had died. 
 We had laid her in the graveyard, 
 
 The love of her youth beside. 
 Back to the silent chambers 
 
 Where her aged feet had trod, 
 How could we go, and remember 
 She was not with us, but with God ! 
 
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 The old dock's musical ticking 
 
 Seemed too loud in the empty room ; 
 The sunlight seemed too gayly 
 
 To mock at our silent gloom. 
 I wanted to shut the sunshine 
 
 Away from the hallowed spot, 
 And still the old clock's music, 
 
 But ah ! I did it not. 
 
 For there lay the old, worn Bible, 
 
 She had read with dimming eye ; 
 And there the sunbeams softened 
 
 To kiss it tenderly, 
 And the old clock hushed to a murmur 
 
 Its calm, unbroken song, 
 As I gazed on the worn old pages 
 
 That her heart had loved so long. 
 
 There was something to remind us 
 
 Of the old days, o'er and o'er. 
 We could almost seem to see her. 
 
 Hear her step upon the floor. 
 And once — 't was a little matter. 
 
 Yet I cannot help but weep — 
 They found her bright worn thimble 
 
 In her pocket. I shall keep 
 
MUST WE WAIT TILL THE PARTING? 8/ 
 
 Forever amongst the glories 
 
 That in Memory's chambers shine 
 The vision that thimble brought me, 
 
 And its influence benign. 
 For it told of patient trials, 
 
 Of feeble hands and slow, 
 To do a little service 
 
 And then, perhaps, to go. 
 
 Oh, shine, ye happy visions 
 
 Of hope and joy and love! 
 Enshrined in Memory's kingdom, 
 
 Ye lead my thoughts above. 
 But far more brightly beaming. 
 
 Above you all, I see 
 The sweet, inspiring picture 
 
 That thimble brought to me. 
 
 MUST WE WAIT TILL THE PARTING? 
 
 I LAY me down in the beautiful wood, 
 
 I One day. 
 
 And dreamed in loving and thoughtful mood 
 
 Of my dear ones. And there from a distance viewed 
 
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 Their virtues and beauties in magnitude 
 Grew sweetly. I love them so fondly now 
 I wish I could know, as at eve they bow, 
 That as I for them, they for me still pray. 
 
 A bird soared over me there as I lay, 
 
 And sang. 
 I heard the song in the distance gray 
 Grow softer and sweeter and fade away. 
 And I wondered then if some woodland fay 
 Had folded me in a mystic spell, 
 I loved to con it o'er so well, — 
 
 That song that now only in memory rang. 
 
 Ah ! is it so ^ Do we never learn. 
 
 To-day, 
 The depth and height of affection's urn. 
 How its glowing blossoms sunward turn ? 
 Must we wait till to-morrow's partings stern 
 Teach us how we love, and how well we prize, 
 These golden blessings from Paradise, — 
 The loves, the songs, of our happy way ? 
 
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 BEYOND. 
 
 THERE 'S no need for sorrow, darling, 
 For God is a God of love, 
 And life, with its mazy pathways, 
 
 Shall lead to the home above. 
 Then remember, whate'er befalls you, 
 
 The trials will soon be o'er, 
 And joy evermore awaiteth. 
 
 With the cherished ones gone before. 
 
 I know when the tears fall, darling. 
 
 You think it would sweeter be. 
 If life might be wholly sunshine 
 
 And pleasure for you and me ; 
 But we can not read the ending 
 
 Of the story unfinished yet ; 
 We shall read it complete, in heaven, 
 
 Not a providence to regret. 
 
 God knows the need of each moment 
 
 Far better than we can know. 
 So He guides us in days of sweetness, 
 
 And strengthens in days of woe. 
 Then forget not, forget not, darling. 
 
 Thy God is a God of love. 
 And life, with its mazy pathways. 
 
 Still leads to the home above. 
 
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 HEART-LIFE. 
 
 LIKE a mighty river flowing in its grandeur to the 
 sea, 
 Is the heart -life of my being, seeking e'er eternity. 
 Day by day it rolleth onward, with resistless force 
 
 and power. 
 Would it might grow wider, grander, gaining beauty 
 hour by hour ! 
 
 As the winds upon the river lash to foam its surface 
 
 fair, 
 So emotions of my heart-life break the calmness 
 
 erstwhile there. 
 Happy is it if they only surface loveliness defile, — 
 Happy if the deeper current be unstayed and calm, 
 
 the while ! 
 
 Happy if by grand, true living, by a consecrated 
 
 will. 
 All the heart-depths be made holy, life's best 
 
 promise to fulfill ! 
 Happy if the throbbing current follow e'er the 
 
 channel blest, 
 God in wisdom, high, omniscient, opened for it, — 
 
 knowing best ! 
 
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 HIS WAY OR MINE? 
 "I will make darkness light before them." — Isaiah 42 : 16. 
 
 IT 'S only a step in the darkness, — 
 ' God shows you so plainly His will, 
 You may know that the glow of His presence 
 His promise will sweetly fulfill. 
 
 Take the step, as He asks you, my dear one ; 
 
 Light shall yet flood the path of your feet, 
 And His own, blessed love-words shall greet you, 
 
 Unfolding His purposes sweet. 
 
 He 's asking that you would just trust Him ; 
 
 And can you refuse the dear voice 
 Of Him who so often has met you, 
 
 And taught your sad heart to rejoice ? 
 
 Know you not for your best He is leading? 
 
 He knows what must come, if you fail, 
 So He tenderly pleads with you, dear one; 
 
 Remember His grace will avail. 
 
 Some day He will show you it mattered 
 
 Far more than you realize now. 
 For life has no step unimportant ; 
 
 Then act, as He 's teaching you how. 
 
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 His presence shall sanctify trial, 
 And be for your glory and rest ; 
 
 Your lips shall be filled with the song, dear, 
 " He knew, and His way was the best." 
 
 WHV SEEK YE THE LIVING AMONG THE 
 DEAD? 
 
 GO not to the shade of the churchyard dim. 
 Seeking the lowly bed, 
 Where they laid thy dear one's quiet form, — 
 He is living ; he is not dead. 
 
 'T is not the place for thy feet to-day ; 
 
 Let thy spirit grow strong instead. 
 With thoughts of the unseen world so near : 
 
 His home, for he is not dead. 
 
 Seek not for the living among the dead, 
 
 The Scripture sweetly saith; 
 Messiah hath given eternal life, 
 
 For His own there is no death. 
 
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 PROMISE. 
 
 I SAT by the window and watcned the sky, 
 In the fading afternoon, 
 And a yearning sadness filled my heart, 
 For the day was passed so soon ! 
 
 The sun sank down o'er the western hills. 
 
 And my heart, in its thrilling pain. 
 Murmured, "Alas ! a day has gone, 
 
 Never to come again." 
 
 A whisper soft through the silence fell, 
 
 " Wherefore, my child, be sad } 
 There is one day less for His own to wait 
 
 Christ's coming, to make them glad." 
 
 I softly murmured the love-fraught words. 
 Till they thrilled me through and through ; 
 
 And life took on new meaning there, 
 And nobler and sweeter grew.