Xii^.^J:^'Xi'' '■ ^ /■■"■■■*1 <■••■■ /i tor" 9 '"lfM!^^y m \0 '41*^ :^^i^&^y^/^ys#^#^^^^^^^*i^^'^^^^ T'l ' " ' 1 '^ '-K ;Tl\ '' U'^ r it ^ r \ r^^ N >: t\'-\'>T l\'-V v^ ^F"'\'l ^- - ' 1 '^^ fJ' . - ^ ^ ^ i ■^" \^ * -• ^ ^ \ -r •*..^ r^ ' ' '> ('^^ !-X ;T'tn ' v> / \ ^ ^ i ''^ k - r^ ' y' » 1^ « I '. ^ t ^< v-tWV/c tv-V ^ ^ VL*'^ ' . ''v ^,- i "'' / V - ^ > r n • 1 1 '* h< >Xi'\ W^ < ^ o'f':<. rr , '->. 's< '^\'^ iX *r-i^ - '^v >-.hi\ 'A'^ •-^ ''•'f ?"-*" t '^^ ,•-*-« i_ h< <■ N ( ^ » i,,> ^ •> ^ ' » t '^ f:*;.. ^ h^ o<^ ^L:.^ r;^ ^^.v:v *^)^ S''-'-, '^-•' *. " f J f j> o^ ^ '•^i^. .^ ^ » ^ A-y * '^' He the victor o'er Death is ahead in the way, His angels are waiting to cheer ; They encamp round His loved ones ; just now hear them say, ' Christ will meet thee, tried souls, do not fear.' " ?^^/.^-^,^-^^^^P<(.^Pi.^f|^7^PV^^ ■•^-v'^' -^%'';.fi'» >.'vJ-v/:>.>^-,-4>:*<'j^>4--'i>- .^^^ ^*. THE ANGEL OF HIS PRESENCE. H, how blest this wondrous story ? Of the charming one from glory Who is by me all the day. His sweet presence is not fleeting Though material form of greeting I have not, in any way. Christ is real, and true, and living Proofs of which He's ever giving, To my soul, my joy, my all ? Every heart desire He knoweth As my tangled paths He goeth. To give cheer whene'er I call. Oh, His beauteous face and glances Are not vis-ion-a-ry fancies That He's near, no doubt can bar, Silently, this my true Lovei Round me with His might doth hover. Might I that guards a bird or star. 11 ^^ B^^^.^ S^ .i^ .iVI .t^ i^ .Vi .iVl M A SILENCE OF JEHOVAH. IIvENCE in the heavens, save the music of the spheres, Silence of Jehovah mid the ages' rolling years ; Silence, while eternal laws doth execute His will, Silence while he keepeth watch and promises fulfill. Silence of the force that rolls worlds round the solar throne. Silence of the boundless light that bathes the lands unknown. Silence, when a seed doth die to blend and bloom and bear, Silence of Jehovah, guarding all with tender care. Silence of Jehovah, o'er human souls' deep woe ; Silence, while the Prince of Hell seems victor o'er his foe ; Silence while bleeding hearts send pleadings up in vain ; Silence as is right's dark night we ask, "does God still reign ? ' ' But listen, soul ! Thou canst not see veiled glories world nearby, Supernal life and joy find birth in pain and sorrow's sigh. The charming realm of love hid now away from human sight, 13 < ^ I : JL. JU- JL >i . ;ii>ii li . i }iiiri^A ; rji;l i iaiii i ^-b?iiiii;iJiv^n ^ftv^^-:' ' "''-cJ^^s "^^'-W^^r'' ■ '^©?^'^^^ A^rfr^Cfel Awaits the mortal life to bless, silent as angel's ii^rf^'>^r'^ The mists and blackness of these scenes may not ^rli'XVi'X be rifted now, ■s^^-i-'-'^T^ He answers not the eager quest of when, or where, or how ? ^^^V^^^'A^ ^^^ though our eyes cannot behold His chariots ^^fM^ rolling by, ^^^\?t^^ Soul voices whisper restful truth : ' It is a gain mm ^&ittfe^'^^«^^^«^^^"^^^'^^^^^^ SWEET CONFIDENCES. I Tell Him All tell Him all it is so sweet To lay my burdens at His feet; My trust He'll not betray. I know He hears my prayer in song My whisper 'mid the busy throng, A Bethel long the way. Amid earth's storms and gloom and strife When secret trials pierce the life Ivike thorns within the soul. Jesus then sees my every loss. He knows " He fainted neath the cross " And cheers though tempests roll. How blest to know He'll guide and keep As shepherds guard the helpless sheep In tones both soft and loud. And though Christ sometimes seems to wait He never yet gave help too late, To golden line each cloud. 15 :<^ ■^ mi %^. ^' ^- w- ■■■ m 'i^ ■yL/%-%^%^ %^V^;%^; ■^^%/%/%/%/%'%/%/^/%/%/%/^^/i^^(^^^/%^l^^'%.%/%/^^,%/9^,%/%,^^. :r '%^%/%^/%/%^%%^%^%^%/%^k/w%'^%^^%^^^^%/^^^%/%/%^%/^ GOD IS CALLING ME. Last Words of Dwigfht L. Moody* N life's conflict God is calling, "Come thou unto Me." ' Mid thy sorrows and soul longing Now to Jesus flee. There, joys fleeting ; here, loves failing, ' ' Come thou unto Me ' ' Fear enthralling, sin prevailing. Now to Jesus flee. Here dark shadows and time farewells, " Come thou unto Me." There, joys, glories, and no death knells, Lord I come to thee. Refrain God is calling, God is callirg, ' ' Come thou unto Me. ' ' Earth receding : Heaven now opening. Lord, I come to Thee. 16 i^ .-^^-%/«^*^%%%%%%V%^%' V%^*^*^l^^%%^/%%%%%%/%% l ^-^li^:!z.i^^^2:^'i^ rnrn ^rrr^7i^ } l ^ rrr'^-''''r r.j il'^ WAITING. iv:i\|iU/| stand by the strand of a mystical sea, Where millions of souls have sailed out, Not one has returned a message to me Of greeting, by whisper or shout. I gaze on the worlds that gleam in mid night, Gliding on 'neath God's power and reign, And cry, my own loved, oh ! whither thy flight ? Dost thou see me ? shall we meet again ? I see fondest hopes entombed in man's soul. With sweet loves that surely will die. The heart beats right on, a long muffled roll, For earthly joys gone like a sigh. Blest Nazarene, Thou hast opened the gate, Proving heaven is not far away. Our sense is a veil that hides glory's state, But a step to the bright fadeless day. Refrain, But Jesus will come encrowned with light, And with scepter break down all death' s bars, He will call to His own, " Come out of earth's night !" To re-union in homes 'mid the stars. 21 THY FACE! THY VOICE! THY HAND! EAR Jesus, my Lord, Thy face I would see 'Mid the darkness and storm lest I stray But I know full well where'er my lot be, Thou wilt guide me by night and by day. Dear Jesus, my Lord, Thy voice I would hear When the tempest is raging around ; If its love-tones come thro' the blast to my ear, Peace will follow its sweet thrilling sound. Dear Jesus, my Lord, my hand wilt Thou hold When I pass through death's chilling waves ; Till I reach Glory Land, Thy own blessed fold, Where its gates swing just over earth's graves. Refrain. Guide me. Saviour, 'mid all sorrow ; Guide me thro' each thorn-laced way ; Guide me this day and to-morrow, Hear, O hear me when I pray. 22 wwwms THE FIRST DAY^S GLOOM AND THIRD DAY^S GLORY. T IS midnight in the Holy City, and the Songs and shouts, and tramp of festive Throngs, have died away. No sounds are heard amid the streets from Whence so late the cry of fiendish triumph Filled the air. Silence reigns supreme in Jewish homes, as With the stars above, whose silvery rays descend Upon the gilded palace of Mount Zion. The spring-tide zephyr glides and wafts the Strains it plays with olive boughs, which wave The time for murmuied songs of Kedron's brook. Around Golgotha there are no traces of the Sacrifice save blood-stained cross-beams and Trampled earth, where crowds at mid-day Waited long to ' ' watch' ' and ' ' mock ' ' the Son beloved, who bore the sins of many. The "Tragedy Divine" is over. And their malicious hate now satisfied. The temple priests and lords are pleased at last, Because the deed is done and at the rock-bound Tomb a soldier "watch " awaits to guard, with Jealous care, the victim of a nation's curse. 23 ij i fLlS^niM^iiiifeMi^iiii^ Cursed, because He others blessed, their burdens Bore, and won the hearcs of sin to purity by love. What were their thoughts that first night of His death ? What the memories of the faithful band who Bore Him hence from Calvary's brow, with no Procession following after, save the unheard Tread of seraph throngs around ? Did PETER seek a safe retreat, perchance Among the fishers' marts, where in the peaceful Days, he reap'd the increase of a seaman's toil? Or was it in the quiet of his home, unknown To Hebrew Scribes and Pharisees, That he poured out his soul in anguish for the Base denial of his Lord ? And wept in gratitude For the Master' s look that saved him ? The Sisters. Did they return to Betheny by way of sad Gethsemane and think not of the traitor's Greeting there ? Approaching their abode adown the mountain Side what floods of anguish swept around their Souls, as clustered memories of Christ's delightful Presence came like radiance of the celestial world Amid their reflections o'er the agonizing fact. He shall come again into our home no more. ' ' How sweet His words of comfort spoken Unto us while He was dying on the cross ? ' ' .'%^^^.&^'%>'%/^/^%%f%(%%,'^^' '*'^^%%%%V%^^%%%V%%%%^W^ ^'^'%^%y%,%^'%,';i,,^M i Did not Joseph's interceding prayer at Pilate's Bar whisper one word of solace to their Darkened hearts ? Ah ! thought they, " We did softly press the lids Over those eyes which only looked to pity." It almost seemed that He could speak to us — His lips so pale, half closed by that last prayer, ' Forgive them, O my Father ! ' Was there more that we could do than give the Napkins and the shroud with sweet perfumes ? ' ' And the little Jewish Maiden, the daughter of The Ruler, the object of a mother's care and That father's doting love. While yet within the budding hours Of childhood the gleeful voice that Resounded within the Ruler's house Had been silenced by a cruel power ; And the blithesome spirit that lyighted up the Jew's abode had gone. The merry foot-falls that will arouse The sleeping angel of a hard man's Nature he heard no more. The Sunbeam shafts that made all Thorns of care to bloom in fragrant Beauties by the way, shone forth no more. For death had laid his icy fingers On the little daughter's brow and The angel, (special guard of Heaven 25 4/%,%%/%/^/%^/%%/%^/V%/V^/%^V^/«^%^V«/%'' '%^'%^%/%/%^%/%'%^^/%/%/%/%^^/%^ ^: ■^^0l^^^^^iM^^^^&^M^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^-f '^''■'■i J. To rescue childhood for the Kingdom) .!: Had borne her spirit hence. ^C , .', While yet the Ruler's voice in faith rz^y^\H W-V Still pleads, Jesus, unseen by mortal ^PS'' "^'^'°\ Eyes, doth whisper unto this angel ^k .' Guard, and the lost darling of that -^^ Darkened household lives in this world >> V Again. When the news that Jesus ^rr t '^ '• Had been slain, was received within the -/s :■ Ruler's house, thus did speak the ^jT- * lyittle daughter : 7^ - r " It is but a few brief months since £ ". This dear young man did call me back >v . ..:l To life." Methinks the little resurrected '^^^ Child did thus exclaim ! ' ' Oh, Father dear, '"•-_ You did not cause him pain or help to ; Take His life away, tell me, tell me, oh, my ,' Father !" " Oh, that I could take flowers \ And perfumes unto His tomb." I'd watch ■i Beside its portals all the night. •' The Ruler turned his tear dimmed eyes ^~ Down to the upturned pleading face •^ Of the little child and spoke these words : * ' My darling, that dear young man once Did declare that though men take my lyife within three days I will come forth ^ Victorious o'er the grave." ■^ " And my child, when we think of our great 26 ^ ^^RSi-^^i^^^^^ Salvation and remember these His words I have no more of doubt but that He Will come forth in glad triumph from His Burial place, than that the sun will rise again Above yon mountains' brow. But list ! my child, speak not aloud These words I say. We'll wait and watch And mark your father's words. Before another Sabbath Sun shall set Some news will come that will bring great Wonderment and awe unto us all And fill our hearts with joy." ^'tS-^ The Woman taken in adultery; Far more sinned against than sinning. And brought by the brutal Pharisees before The Christ for condemnation. From some obscure abode most humble Did this sad heart go forth amid The multitude who had followed hard by The Nazarene at his triumphal entry into the Sacred city. Did not she exclaim Hosannah in the highest ! and Cast some palms, or flowering branches Along his way as there welled up Within her soul, the tender remembrances Of his gentle, gracious mercy, and forgiveness, And of His quick detection of 27 ^^^f^^^^^)^1^t ''•■:'%'^^i&^'^*^^''^^'^X^^ii X . 'M ^x-^x-m A WOMAN'S SYMPATHETIC INSTINCT. Those crafty men and their plot, and His grand Routing of the cowards who would have inflicted Upon her an agonizing death. When the wild news of His tragic death She heard, did not she exclaim ' ' Oh is it true that He is dead ! O, He was so merciful and gentle unto me When in my fear and embarrassment He said ' Daughter, neither do I condemn thee Go and sin no more.' " Hear her exclaim, "Would that I could have Seen Him one brief moment before He died to Tell Him of my gratitude. He seemed to realize as do no others, how a Victim I have been of those who did condemn me ; ' ' loving Jesus of Nazareth ! 1 would have died for Thee ! And Claudia Proculia, Pilate's wife ; Brooding in dark sorrow over the murder of That famous Jew while her vision 'mid Troubled sleep had added force to the Consciousness through a woman's instinct that This Nazarene was a just man. — And perhaps the custodian of a secret power Which would bring blessings to her race Instead of a curse to the venial man whom She called husband : Yea ! more. As from the palace balcony she beheld the 29 ,»^«iiiiiiiii-.iK^.^<~iii.nmi'.L^, ■■ iiHiMi^'.'iH' L-.:t;-(i.;>i.Uliittat'i Victim of that raging mob, a nobler Grace than self-interest stirred her heart. With woman's eager gaze she most carefully Beheld spirit and heart through the face of Jesus. With the intuitive perceptive power Of her discerning sex aroused, she there beheld The manifest purity of His soul, And the false and vicious spirit of the mob. When the reports of Calvary scenes had reached The palace, what deep regrets did fill her soul. His tender words unto His mother — His loving promise to the dying thief — The frank Centurion's confession — The groans of nature and blackness o'er the City— And His last prayer of forgiveness. — These overwhelming signs made conclusive To her mind, that the deep conviction of His Innocence was based on fact. And when Joseph begged the mutilated form From her vacillating husband, one word of gentle Persuasion from Claudia Proculia caused the Decision final, that the man of sorrows should be lyaid away within a new made garden tomb. Thus was Claudia Proculia most thankful that in One respect her voice did there prevail. And MARY, HONORED MOTHER ! Blessed above a// women, through a// generations. Ah ! the blast and surge of the wild, wild storm 30 WwwwwmmW^ That raged within her heart ; As turning from the station near the cross unto The home and 'neath the care of "John Beloved " — His words of farewell, ' ' Woman behold thy son, ' ' Still pierced her soul. Did not the angel which Announced her joy, so great in youth, now bend In tender sympathy above her, while each wave Of reflection bore upon its crest. The spectral forms of joys departed? Her thoughts were, " Oh, that Elizabeth, so Near of kin, were here to weep wdth me in woe, As once we sang in rapturous delight. What gladsome days were those, when the I^ight of Heaven shone around me — when I Heard those sacred, precious sayings, which I Kept and pondered o'er, half fearing to reveal Them even unto Joseph. And those hours of blissful transport, when He Rested on my bosom as the wise men gave their Treasure ;" our anxious flight and safe return From Egypt ; that day we presented Him Within the Temple to redeem according to The law ; the charming beauty of His life Through all those years that He was subject Unto us ; our glad surprise when at the marriage Feast ; These last three years. His deeds and Fame so wonderful throughout the land. A7id now my darlhig son is crucified ! 31 This I see is none the less than Simeon's Prophesy — ' A sword shall pierce through thy Own soul '—fulfilled ! O God of my maiden joys ! reach forth thine Arm and save ! ' ' Had JOHN one gleam of promise from the Master's words, that once again he should rest Close by His side ? Methinks that if the secret of His heart were Then revealed, His speech was thankfulness, Because near to his Lord he stood when others Fled from woe and fear : — that he was in His Presence at the trial, scourge and cross. And SIMON of Cyrene— The first cross-bearer of the Christian race — Did he behold in memory, once more the Sinking form of the condemned, His pallid Cheek and blood-stained brow revealing the Deep soul-anguish of last night's trial? Was He not peaceful in reflection that he had A burden borne for Him who blessed The multitude ? And JOSEPH'S thoughts were soothed by Bestowing the last service, for the friend of Sinners. Said he — "The dear young man of Galilee shall Rest within my own new tomb within my garden Beautiful, where I can daily walk e'en now !%/f^-%/^>J^'%/%/\/%/'^^%/%/%/%^'' M/%^^^%^^^%1^^^^^%%%%%^ While spring buds open, and birds of song Return again. When summer is at hand, amid the richness Of the foliage and our fragrant blossoms, Mary's Son shall sleep the last sleep, Undisturbed." And what their thoughts who clamored, ' ' Crucify Him ! ' ' did they retire to rest with No remorse of soul to taint the cup of satisfaction They had drank, because of their day's Work accomplished? Was there no wonder and astonishment that The temple veil in twain was severed? the sun In blackness, at the close of " second watch ! " The sheeted dead — what power did raise them From their graves ? Have we rejected the long looked for " Prince Of Peace?" Perhaps He was the Son of God ! But calmly, sweetly rests the blessed Nazarene Within the new-made sepulchre He soon shall Rob of terrors and perfume with flowers, Thus consecrating it the heavenly entrance of The ' ' many-mansioned ' ' home. 33 k%%%%%%%%^ ^mmrn^^ ''iBc^^^ 'X THE THIRD DAY'S GLORY, >r; S^ll^^ ^^ solemn, awful hours steal on ! And '^^ ^%lliW '^^^ Imperial guards are pacing to and fro If V^^lk^l before the tomb of David's son. The evening '£:■ ^^^^^ Hours die into midnight darkness, which ^,L;. . ^^ Steadily retreats before advancing day ; ^M f^ And still the Roman watch, with spear in ^ Hand, are pacing to and fro, with eager ^' ,) Eyes on Cesar's seal. ^ 4 Another guard — the dead Christ's Lovers — ^' . Through the darkness peering, speed toward the ^' , Sepulchral couch where Israel's fond Hope ^ , Lies buried. Iv ': But ye cannot keep Him Love nor Hate ! -f; ■ As the first faint blush of third-day morn /;: : Breaks on Judea's hills the garden sepulchre ^£1 ^4 Doth tremble 'neath the quaking earth. ^;' C-V The "Angel of the Lord " has come, before ^ ■- Whose flashing glory the keepers are prostrate %: On the ground, as bodies of the dead. ": , Great multitudes of the Heavenly hosts which '^; ., V Sang o'er Bethlehem's plain, and wept above 'i 5:'^ Gethsemane, are flitting near. While no mortal ',C; .'V Man beholds, jESuS without haste, ariseth, '.' And cleansing death's sadness from His eyes, C;- Foldeth with care the napkin and '1 The shroud aside. 34 ^'^^^m\^^.^-!^ He who knoweth the grief of every heart ■ C-^ The simplest service f org eteth not. \'^, Behold ! now in Majesty Divine and glory J^ Of the Highest, the ' ' Good Shepherd ' ' steps '/^^ Forth outside the portals of the grave, and t# Crieth unto a ransomed race, " Ali. Haii. ! " -\M Swiftly flies the word, * ' The Lord is risen ] J^ Indeed," and quickly beats each heart of the " f^ Scattered band of followers. Their joys ! like ij^ Unto those of the " Morning Stars," ^ Singing at Creation's birth ! 5i^'-»iv^-|^ Like unco the rapture of the Angel throng '- '''^ ■':-/£ Over the rescue of ' ' one ' ' captive soul ! ,.^ Their joys ! like unto those of Israel, - -^ Mingling her chant triumphant with the '^M Moaning of the sea above Egyptian graves ! K%. Hark ! the music of His greeting echoes Lp Down through all the wrecks of time, •^ As with lavish hand He strews His laurels -^ Throughout the ages, flooding the earth with '^ " Light of life " immortal. i^ '^■ O Church, once despised ! thy banner unfurl ! i^ Lo ! the Nazarene guards the fond hope of -v:' the world, Ye Disciples, go forth, for Christ's honor aspire ; m 35 The Great Spirit leads on, like a Pillar of Fire. '-^ And the nations shall come with their tributes '''^^~ m M •i^. ^ For our precious Redeemer, Days. ' ' The Ancient of Let the anthem now ring I Fathers, Mothers, Children sing ! ' ' A7id who-so-ever will ! ' ' Wave the palms to our king ! Who hath changed Death's vale and shade into A garden sweet, and made His soul Divine, To all who will believe, an Eden Paradise. Oh, risen Lord ! the wine- press thou didst Tread alone, and taste of death for every one, That its bitter waters might be sweetened by The touch of Thy pure lips ! We cannot behold thy brow thorn-crowned For us, or press Thy pierced hands, nor look Into the eyes which beamed with love to bless. But we can hear Thy gentle voice, as Thou dost Knock for entrance at the doorway of our hearts. Saying — ' ' let me come in and sup with thee And thee with Me." Grant us Thy grace That we may reap the rich reward which Thou Dost give to all who serve in Thy Great Name. Then with Thy promise, " Lo, I will be with Thee alway, ' ' we will go forth to loose the Captives bound, of whom Thou wilt declare, "As 3^e have done it unto them, ye have done It unto Me." m^m^^^MMMW' JESUS RISEN FOR ME, Sr^-^^vy EACH hither thy hand," saith the risen lyord, Reach hither thy hand to me ; Here are the wounds of the nails and the spear Received for my love to thee. " Peace unto thee !" saith the " mighty to save," 'Tis the voice that once calmed " Galilee," He's near us, who walked mid the deep rolling waves, His form thro' the mist we may see. " lyovest thou me?" asks the Victor o'er Death, I have lighted the ' ' valley ' ' for thee ; O, let me come in, a guest to thy soul. To guide on life's storm-beaten sea. I'll crown thee with jewels, thus pleads the " Bridegroom," In my home ' ' many mansioned ' ' they glean ; I brought them as trophies from the rock-tomb With luster immortal they'll beam. Refrain. Yes, " my Lord and my God," now I trust Thee, My need of Thy love is revealed ; Come reign o'er my heart, then fears shall depart, Sweet Spirit, 'tis blessed to yield. P^^ 37 A>^,, s^r^, y^-fi^ ^>-^:>ff^;.^,f%a>^^5^f%^,^^>»i^;-^,^-^ .■4v;*^^-/;^<;v' ^'i » "^^i^^isX^sfei^^^fei^w^ii^iis.^^ ^^^ ':*s^# v^ CHEER FOR THE GLEANERS. -^l' B not weary with toil in the world's harvest field, Tho' love's plea is rejected with scorning ; ^^^If with Jesus ye watch, tearful, prayerful y by night Ye shall reap with great joy in the morning. All thy soul's prayers and deeds, to the Master are dear, Yea ! he notes each gift cast as a treasure ; A memorial is kept, thro' the ages to cheer, Telling us that love's depths he doth measure. A': .-'i €7 " --V ^'- ;i f. ^ Cans' t thou find some lone heart, just one ' ' captive ' ' to free ? Our Prince saith, go help them my way pursue ; " As ye do unto these, thus ye do unto me," " And there's Angelic joy o'er the rescue." Refrain. ' ' All hail ! ' ' Christ greets thee ; go forth, preach my truth ; I will bless every faithful endeavor, Oo ! glean 'mid Ai,i, hearts, childhood, aged and youth, " And lo ! I'll be with thee forever." 38 m^B^0MMM&w^w^&Mm^m^^0i^'^0^^^'^ • ?l^. ^^l^U^ft^c^^. ^t'S/f ^^%^'- '^W, ■-H^^^^'^y^-'^-^ «^"»'A~ ''^''1* ''"^< MY REST IN THEE. want Thee, Lord, to ever guide me, To be my Sun and in me ever shine ; Then I'll not fear whate'er betide me, While I know that Thou art mine. Life's storms may roar and beat around me. Earth's hopes and joys may fade away ; If I can hear Thy voice above me. The darkness then shall turn to day. My joy shall be when Death o'ertakes me, That Thou, dear Lord, hast died for me ; That through the vale Thou wilt be near me Until I reach the ' ' crystal sea, ' ' Where angel bands shall join in singing Love-songs to Thee, who once was slain. Then I will share the chorus ringing, " Jesus, my Lord, o'er Death doth reign." 39 ^^},.^^^'" '^^l^fi^f^f^i^nfp- i i ^^§&m^S^4^%W^Wk^kWi^^^ ^m^'^^kM GIVE HIM A CHEER I HERE'S a tried, struggling heart, half hoping to win A triumph o'er trouble, or sorrow, or sin ; The wild, lurid flames leap about where he stands. We may give him heart-cheer, we may give him our hands. # How little we know of the longings within The sin-burdened souls that e'en now would begin, To turn from the vile for the pure and the true, If helped just in time^ tho' our deeds are but few. Sin's fires, so vast, are raging around. While poor, blistered hearts lie prone on the ground ; The hiss of the flames is heard in the street ; Shall we bind up the wounds of the sad ones we meet ? How glorious the work ! 'Tis for you and for me To point the dimmed eyes loving Jesus to see ; Thus, seeing by faith 'twas for them that he came. The form of " The Fourth " they'll behold 'mid the flame. ^'^/^^•^'^'%^^^w%^i/%/%%^^/%^^^^^/%/%'%%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%%/^/'^/^^' Go give him a cheer ! O give him a cheer ! Who yet may have hope, tho' sin's fire is near ; I^et us join the life corps, so courageous and brave. And by prompt, faithful deeds, the lost we shall save. Note.— At a tenement-house fire in New York City, the throngs of people saw, through flames and smoke, a young woman in her night-robe at a fifth-story window, clinging to the window-casing, while her gaze was fixed on the excited people below. The fire- ladder was too short to reach the window; but a brave fireman made a desperate effort to go up the ladaer, through the flames, to a point from which the young woman could spring into his arms. When half way up the ladder, as a fresh burst of flame shot about, the fireman seemed to falter and began to retrace his steps. At this critical moment a man in the crowd shouted out, "/v?;- God's sake — give him a cheer P'' which -was done with tremendous power. He immediately made a desperate rush through flame and smoke, where the imperiled j^oung woman sprang into his arms, and he "brought her safely to the ground. mm- ■ ^i'.'V .■r..J_=\ '^.L;^V -;. -:.^,V-7- '::,VfV''«Sii-^,,v^-.'.'ii,v> ^: \ --■\ -A OH, COME UNTO ME. KSUS, I am sad and lonely, Worn and weary 'mid earth's strife^ If Thy presence beams upon me, . Oh, what peace will soothe my life. Jesus in the toil and battle. When the trusted prove untrue, When misjudged by false and faithless, I most fondly turn to you. . Jesus, fast the day is going, Fast the sunlight fades from view, Darker grows the gathering shadows, Ivonging turns my heart to you. Refrain, Come unto me, Blessed Saviour, For my heart is bleeding sore, I^et me feel Thy presence near me, I can wish for nothing more. 42 ?:- mv^rf^L m^ ^-^ ^,p^./.5i^rf^.^5^,ff?./,^ ffr./. i^i%^^m>^. ?^^ ^te>^^^^^^^^^^^^i^^tt^S^^^^^*J^i^^^^ t^'%^ <^ ^ ^W'^^'^^^W ^^>^Jfi^'hiiM^'>^^''^^-'fC^'^ ^<-W^m Poems of Sentiment* J — '-^^ M0mM m mm /^- -^-^ f i ^'#PS**:^'ll'^*S*^ilft'5|i*5k-'* X- * • ««' 'y*'»^^ 'Tffl gi) t^^-c--.--:^ ~^-(ffct:t^^=^=ga^--l'iJ^ DAYBREAK SUNBEAMS. Chofus, E come, we come from His palace so bright Who ordered us forth saying ' %et there be light." Ye curtains of darkness roll back on the stars. For glances of glory through our blazing bars. Solos. As the flying clouds of morn give traces I'll gild its edge with golden laces. I'll kiss the mountains in snowy dresses Or gleam in the brooks amid their cresses. I'll diamond encrust the dew-laden flowers My darts I'll thrust through vine-clad bowers. iiiiiliftj.\rfiHiiiiltfe};wfiiiiilJife;}^ '^'mMMM OR GLEAM IN THE BROOKS AMID THEIR CRESSES. NEW SONGS TO SING 'TILL FORESTS ARE RINGING. ^i^ :ga2^i^^^^-^ji^;^v^v^ijpt;,;^ssij p^^ 1^ For the wakening birds fresh joys I'm bringing New songs to sing till forests are ringing. Through vale and dell in sly nooks shaded I'll charge and charge till shadows are raided. From mirror of palace or grate of hovel My glance is not strange, my coming not novel. I'll light athwart the sick child's pillows And plume the crest of the raging billows. Bright hues I'll paint in tears fast falling A message from God most tenderly calling. im. Refrain. We lead the train of a fast flying day The mem'ries of which soon fly away ; We symbol Christ coming to reign for the right Who'll honor his promise "There'll be no more night." 49 ;:? fT-rr^.-;-.-^~T:?flt-7: IliMk ; ' "5^! r ''li t4s iii'i u *,« 53 EVE-TIDE SUNBEAMS. (As seen from the deck of a Hwdson River Steamer.) H, the glories of the sunset, ' :i-'*' Rose and ruby opal light '' Flaming up from heavenly forges, Through the opening gates of night. Bannered hosts with streamers waving ^^ On the ramparts of the blest, . -* Where they transform earthly sorrow Into blissful peace and rest. On that cloud hangs sprays of flowers ^T__ ,->,$5v Left by angels in their flight. ^'':'. [t^ There! They're withering; now they've '-v faded ; Gone like earth joys from our sight. .^4v See the purple gold-fringed mantles, Spears and wreaths and bows of trees ! 'Tis wreckage on celestial billows, , Debris from the crystal seas. ~2 •>*3v. ^i^^i^ , .:.-^ . , , ,.>i%i;^ my ■mz\' -C*^'- # ^, ■.^•--. :^ *::v %!'■■ -'v% NP^k ^ ^r .^t ^ m £■' ^ '■-# #r" ' ^■.^ ^^. - -{m ^K' ^m ;£^-, ^ i^' ^^ ;5^ m i*' • -m i-- -■.^ 7^ ^Nft -'■ - -^ :!;. ,m •«% ^^ -^ f;-" i .M^ •i "A r)k ■ J-^ JV , -.1^ *!J' "■:^ ^T , m ■fc 'M -^'' •" •^ _^- :^ ii^; ;* "^ ^ ' :i^ % >\'" ^ * ->^ 1 1 js_ ^:^ j^ ^, 'li* Yonder leaps a golden cascade, Through those azure cloud-mount glens; Now it flows beyond our vision And they're only brooks and fens. See that sailing ship afire, Hull and mast against the sky ; There ! It's wasting into embers, Sinks and with the day doth die. ■'Mid these scattered brilliants fading, Loom up tiers of silver stairs. Are they hints that we shall follow Up where Christ His splendor shares ? Sunset beauties thus remind us, That He'll come in glad array. Blending morn and evening glories Into one eternal day. 54 W0M^^MM^^m^^m^^m^&MMmM^^^^^^*m PHOTO OF THE ECLIPSE OF THE SUN, MAY 28, 1900, 9.15 A. M. MARS AND OTHER PLANETS WERE VISIBLE. K>8>-^*/%^fc^%^%.-%,^V'^'-*/*J^^«i/'t«^1fc-'%.-'«^%/^^ ^ W ,:f MARS, Ally ! Craft in commission, thou world rolling by- Ear th's shores where in vision her sons can descry Thy bright summer lands, and winter- bound heights Illumined each night with thy two satelites. "With wonder and longing we greet thee afar Though seeming so near us. thou god-of-war star. Give us answer to query ; let us know of thy life! Hast thou peace, love and joy, and no battle or strife ? Art thou laden with verdure ? hast thou forest and glade ? Where birds sing at dawn, and sleep in the shade ? Hast thou fountains that gleam mid dew- bedecked flowers Wafting perfume to lovers, in vine-clad bowers ? ""^ HAST THOU FOREST Ai\D GLADE? ^Y'T-T}-' ■ 7f 'Y T-vrT^f '7^ ' J^*"?"- 'll! _Hr-,-.-,-rrrr.-.-r^jji^g U|^:^g.a^^:..:==i:^Jic.^-:^-^--.;:z^l||;,xz^,^:,:.^^ Hast thou men, strong, courageous, a true noble race Whose deeds are inspired by woman's sweet grace ? And childhood to charm with its sunshine and glee, While their songs are love-tributes to the pure and free ? Hast thou youth perpetual, and homes not bereaved By death of their loved ones ; and hearts never grieved By blasting of fond hopes, or souls proved untrue. And thy myriads are not burdened for the joys of the few ? -.-_--■;-?'' ;,;-:--,-_- .^,. 1 " „. lliiJfUi.^ui^/ni^ii.kriiiiiiiiiiiiii>;^i ^ ' HAS HE WALKED O'ER THY MOUNTAINS? 'i^75W'''T!TIP^'W''f 'i''''"^''''' ■ yfe^,^^^fl(p....^:^.ji(^^,.^^, . --^^^■^rt.'^-^^s^^^^li p^S^ ^tp:: 61 Have thy skies e'er resounded with songs of the io One n Named Jesus, beloved ! God's glorious Son? s\ Has He walked o'er thy mountains, or the waves i] of thy sea jS Giving cheer to sad hearts, as in earth's ^ Galilee ? 1 Ahoy, there ! Why pass us ! We may board thee some day, When Christ, King Immanuel, shall again come this way ! Are His ' ' Mansions of Glory ' ' blessed star- worlds of light, Where joys reign eternal, and "there is no more night ? ' ' M ••mm mau,^;hmxL::U^. _^ ..^MUi.iMk^iih d^-Kinsmim WW iT:.#t^ jfir^ BETROTHED. HE flew to my arms, the sweet precious- dear, Those eyes brightly winsome they sparkled her love, Her soul whispered rest, in a pearly joy tear That was bliss right from glory above. Her face, how it glowed as she gazed into mine ! Her smiling lips parted the answer to tell What my heart felt it knew : it was Thine ! Thine ! Thine ! Encamped angels 'round us then sang "it is well." Life's vows there we made in tones soft and low Our souls thrilled in rapture, that time can't efface ; Through sorrow and clouds, deep waters and woe By light of her love, my pathway I'll trace. Refrain. Thine forever ! Thine forever ! Through the sunshine and the shade Thine forever ! Thine forever ! lyove's pure blossoms ne'er shall fade. 62 Unbolting: the Gates of the Soul. Ole Bull and John Ericson. WO brave youths of strength and talents grand, Fondly loved their native Northern land, Where in childhood they played on Baltic's strand, Not of kin, but like brothers. Earth's calls for service, allured and cheered, Its toils and battles they scorned — not feared — Going diverse paths, from hearts endeared. To minister to others. Of royal grace and a master's mien. He of the ' ' magic bow ' ' walked on between Two spirits, amid this mortal scene God's Orpheus and Apollo. He cried to them, " O, thy power bestow ; lyCt me make heaven's music echo below. And drive fear away," (the soul's greatest foe ;) "Perchance faith in God may follow." '■^^ The other thus called on Vulcan for fire, " The metals I'll forge come thou inspire To meet supplies men daily require For help in stern duties of life. Nations will bow to my skillful art, In war and peace, I may have a part, By blending old laws, new powers I'll start And victories win in the strife." The years rolled by, grand trophies they gained, And oft times met, where Columbia reigned Ole to John thus gently complained: ' ' Come see my music swa}'' hearts. ' ' ' ' No time, ' ' saith John, ' ' to give for such trash. ' ' " I'll play in your shop," saith Ole (quite rash), Quoth John, " If so, your fiddle I'll smash ; No man from my rule departs." " Conflict closeth one gate of John's soul, Trials make hard as o'er us they roll ; It may be his passion I yet can control," Saith Ole ; " For this I will try." The shop next day he entered quite still : " My bow is wrong, John, help if you will ; Please make it aright, you have such skill," Quoth Ole, his motive quite sly. u'^^' 'w*^%'^t/*'^»^^^^^^v%^k%'*^<*^ik^«k^»^^v%^m^%%^^^ " I'll test if right," quoth Apollo's son, With brilliant trill the cadence begun, Of " The Mother's Prayer " the sweet notes run, Then ceased. Quoth John, " Play more." Men stopped work, Vulcan's son was in tears, Saying, ' ' Never through these many years. Have I known my need of this that rears New life, on dead loves of yore." Thanks ! strong lives, for the lessons ye teach. If hidden springs in worn hearts we'd reach. If to those hardened by trials we'd preach. Souls must be in communion. God gives a secret to those who love. The soft woo, like the coo of the dove. This tender power comes from above. And blendeth souls in union. 65 V%/\/\^%/%^%/%^%/%f%^^ PERPETUAL MIRACLES. It is no less a mystery that a flower evolves from a seed within a few days, than if the same process took place with- in the fraction of a second. A miracle does not imply a sus- pension or abrogation of a divine law, but the exercise of laws we do not understand. The following are two of the multitudiious perpetual mys- teries and miracles constantly passing before the vision of the observing in the two great realms of life. THE ROSE. (The Realm of Nature. ) (First Miracle.) HE breath of a rose — its blushes and form Of grace, are mysteries divine. We cannot Trace its life through the dew drops that Kiss it or through the light that it fondly woos. From a death and a grave to a glorified form It doth come mid fading companions that Are wounded and perchance breathing their Lives away. It's life flows on by God's omnipotent will, Fulfilling a sweet mission of ministration to Immortal souls within a word of beauty, A world of joy or a world of black despair. A silent power under mysterious laws hath Wrought its birth, its life, and will gently Guide it unto death, from whence it will Bloom again. 67 ^^\^M li m- JxirmEifiN'(V' -'m^ti-' ■^■A-#>(^>?!C^^i^5^^^*J?^^^' -Jjsirlt '"i^'-^i'^ '^^ ^y'^i^&^T^-i^'^'^A'fe^i-s^^S&te'^i^v^'^i^. WEDLOCK OF SOUL AND BODY. The Realm of Spirit Life. (SECOND MIRACLE.) BHOLD the marvelous mystery inthe wedlock Of soul and body in our earthly being. _^ . Where and how the union was created, "^^^1^ And where, and how dissevered at death ^ No mortal mind hath known. The human face divine, is a mirror of mind And spirit, reflecting the soul's tender or Fierce emotions ; reflecting the very thoughts And longings of this dual life for others To behold. But we may not measure the depths of this Sea of life whose surface here responds to the Sunshine or the storm in blooming smiles that Tell of love and joy, or in dark rolling billows That tell of sorrow, suffering and despair, Or the soul's most wrathful storm. There are mysteries and miracles perpetual before our eyes. In all life's joys, in all life's sighs. 69 t: fciS^^'feJii ¥' € ^^-- X- ^' ¥' € :^-- C '¥'r X' ->^ -■'" ^•^'C %^^ M>- *",S #r K- H m ' X-' ^ ¥-r'. ■■ W- ^ ■m ^^^ ^ #^"t - .' '\ n i^'- m- ^" i^:^^-. Wl ■ . '"Jl ^ i\ -,-' i' '.'^^ ^^r: ■'■''■•"l", ^,'' r^: -><■ :>:>r K-' ->^V,; ■ -' V--' mr- '^y^^k y.:.- ', -^^ ^k . 'V 'ill' ^^^^^^B:^iJ:^h^'>^&^kjk^J4^Jk^^r COLUMBUS, E hail thee, Columbus ! thy courage and hope In splendid radiance gleamed o'er The old, old world, in her darkness and thrall As thou wandered from shore to shore. Pleading aid and cheer, amid doubts and fear, Mid the scorn of both peasant and king, ■'Till the new world was won — (a virgin so dear) — Por the ages thy nuptials to sing. We give thee acclaim! we will praise thee to-day, For the joys and the blessings that came To lowly-oppressed in life's contest and fray, By thy patience, through hate and defame. Men disturbed not thj^ soul in its purpose and trust To bear trial for triumph it gains, Thy great heart knew well, that truth would prevail, Though borne from thy trophies in chains. 4.^'%/%.'!fc/*^^^^^^*^Vm^/%%^%^^^^%%%%%%'%%-%^^%%%%/V^. Thou art living, Columbus, neath Columbia's gaze, By thy heroic spirit and life ! The light of thy hope, beams upon her fair brow, And inspires mid the battle and strife. The world that lauds triumph would have cursed thy defeat ; To success, and fkaf only, give praise, But hark! hear this cheer, — "the faithful" — not great, I reward, said the "Ancient of Days." All honor to brave ones, who win in the charge Up the heights of earth's glory and power. But the Sovereign who walked o'er the black rolling deep. Keeps watch through /o?ie heroes, dark hours. And if in the valley one falters and falls. While in vain seem his tears and his scars, Keep heart ! troubled soul, look up ! trust and wait. He'll crown thee, "who numbers the stars." 71 »,'%/%%%^%^/%%^%'^/%/%?%/%/%%^%^'%%^%^t/%^'%^^%^ a^s^pw AGNES JUDSON, THE HEROINE OF STRATFORD POINT.* July 10, 1897. T Stratford Point on a rough, rocky shore A beacon light shines, while the black storms roar. A river there leaps wildly on to the Sound And their mad waves lash the rough coast round. The ' ' watch ' ' of the light has a fair young girl Who knoweth the power of the breakers' whirl, She's free in the waves as the gulls above, She's a true brave heart, yes ! a true heart of love. By the window at home that faces the sea, She sat with her needlework thrown 'cross her knee ; Through the evening twilight a glance she gave, And saw men falling into the wild wave, "An eighth mile from shore," quick came her breath, * Near Bridgeport, Conn. 75 V; 'Si- _ WHO KNOWETH THE POWER OF THE BREAKERS' WHIRL! ^gjjjpzagiagxaiijl p'T'^'^^^ gazxIlllgzcg^^ m^^ "They neither can swim! they're very near death!" She sprang from the room, to the lighthouse she flees As swiftly and strong as her loved sea breeze ; For help she there shouts, then starts the fog bell, That sounds o'er the sea like a warning death knell. On, onward she flies to the strong life-boat Which (though straining each nerve) she cannot make float. Half unrobing, she plunges into the salt wave And glides through the sea those helpless to save. fS0 a On she swims like a swan in its own native deep Those struggling, she neareth by her arms, full sweep ; "Keep heart I I'll save you ! " the brave girl cries. They hear her, as through the water she flies. She's there ! To the stronger she sayeth " Grasp the boat ! ' ' To the other half conscious, "I'll keep you afloat." With deft move his face she turns to the sky, While the water she treads as strong birds fly. 1 77 Her eyes to the heavens, she floats him ashore, and Goes back for the other, leaping foam crests o'er. Most yielding to death she holds in arm reach the other, And drifts him all safe clean onto the beach. Thus snatched were two lives from two watery graves, In the clear inland sea, whose billows and waves Were cheated of prey in a single hand fight, By Agnes, the heroine of Stratford Point I^ight. 78 BRITANNIA, A Ptophecy. Y lust of more power and greed of more gold The die of thy doom will be cast. A hand on the wall as in dark days of old Will write thy death-warrant at last. Beware ! the God of nations doth reign. The boast that thy power around the world rolls lake Rome of her Eagle' s grand flight Has this curse woven through thy banner's red folds: ' ' Regardless of weakness or right ' ' Beware ! the God of nations doth reign. The soul of thy people saith not "might is right" They see where Jehovah has led. Yet thy chieftains in scorn have turned from the light While the hearts of thy victims have bled. Behold ! the God of nations doth reign. 79 tr-«*^ -l.\' 04 %^ip^^PPP' im.i\ It Through the ages the mutterings of justice is heard Calling nations as brothers to be. From the cloud darkened throne harken now, hear the word "My people that fear shall be free." Behold ! the God of nations doth reign. Thy shout ' ' Rule Britannia ' ' the wide seas round. Has taken the life of thy much loved Queen. I/ist! the blood of the martyred doth cry from the ground, And God's sword shall smite thy joints between. Thou shall know that God doth reign. MARRIED IN DEATH. T WAS the twelfth eve of the new and Gladsome year within a joyous home, Where parental care and tenderness Bestowed their richest benediction o'er Two loving souls, then entering life's Pathway together, to ever share its cup Of joy or sorrow that fleeting years should Bring, that three angels named Love, Hope and Death, did glide amid a radiant throng, which Clustered near those happy hearts made one By vows most holy. Saith Love and Hope As side by side they stood, " 'Tis well! ' Tis well ! We will be with thee ever. ' ' And death with downcast mien and frown, While grasping firm his darts, stepped from the Light and brightness of that group, into the Darkness, muttering, "Yea! 'tis well! I will be with thee also." The hour arrived when ihe fondest wishes, Hopes and loves which earthly souls can wreath. Were garlanded a sweet farewell unto those Blended hearts that beat as one — Nor thought they, this is our long and last Farewell. 81 '%^%^Mi^%^|/%%>%/%'^r5 ^- ■■-^^ ^^^• ^in^'r^rV^ "We go to sunny, southern climes, where birds Of song now dwell, but we will greet you all ' At home ' when the spring buds open, and '^^ The resurrection season crowns the year." ^'_ And the angels Love and Hope, did speak again ~ And witness with those hearts. ^-' " 'Tis well, ' tis well ! We will be with thee ever. ' ' 'r- The hours of night recede before the coming ^; Dawn of the first new day of love enthroned iV And joyous. ff The day glides gently by and fades into the |\ First evening hours since the greetings of ij^ Delight, " much joy and fond adieu," were 'i£ Spoken by lips and eyes of kindred souls. f' Their echoes scarce have died away, and bridal A Floral offerings still exhale perfume. ;^^ Now the Angel Death hastens through the f^V: Darkness of the night with downcast mien and ^ Frown, until hovering near where Love and ^^ Hope sat brooding, he mutters, ^ " Yes! 'tis well," and hurls his darts into %: Their life. ^ ; Death waits to gaze while Hope flies fast before ^ The black despair his thrust hath made. ;j| But Love, sweet Love, abides, and though their k ^^r ^ I •^)^-'<">'^'?^'.<''i'^'-^'''''^' 82 '^Tiv\sr'^,'i^ vf^-'-:'i=- '•?*i>i'^ 83 »4i ,< ',">- » -^-< Soft tones are changed into an agonizing cry, ^ " ,, She once again records her vows forever. ' ' Y'"^ O! hearts bowed down beneath thy weight of 'T, Woe ; was not the mighty victor o'er death's Power — who once walked through the furnace ^ ^ • .^ Flames — near by, to hear and answer their "^•^V-'^''' "^f '^ I^ast pleading cry ? '^; Have not thy loved ones passed into the sun-lit Clime where flowers immortal grow ? ..': And where the bridegroom of redeemed souls ^% Hath welcomed them into his ' 'many-mansioned' ' "^ Home? And from its portals they shall greet Thee, when thou death's vale hath passed, ^" t,^ v,- 'ij^^ V/ To the memory of Mr. and Mrs. Park Valentine, who were mar- '""£ ried on the evening of January 12; and died in the palace car Idle- iiT; wild, on the evening of January 13, at the Hudson River Railroad ' ''■* catastrophe. ^^ LINCOLN: In Memofiam. OBLE heart and hero true, all hail ! The joys of faithful service for God's Truth and manhood's rights are thine. Rest from the battle for the brotherhood Of men. Friend of the oppressed ! Pass on for the Victor's crown, won by loving service for Myriads who now doth come up before the great " White Throne " through much tribulation. Thy golden speech afire with the soul's deepest Passions before which hearts were bowed, Has been a mighty infi^uence, sii^ent in its Onward flow from " the years of darkness;'' Thy mission with other hearts devoted, lead on A risen race and gave salutation thereunto — With glorious words of the Divine, '' Let there be light.'' Light ! that has more force than cannon balls ; Light ! that bids the rashness of darkness away ,- Light ! that maketh peace in hearts and homes . From the scattered members of many generations Now amid life's conflicts, voices are uttering Benedictions of gratitude and love. 1^^^ *f .. «4 84 '« », j4« K- ^„ Because there hangs on memory's walls of Vanished years, the records of thy noble work,, Great Chieftain, Guide and Friend. A multitude of captives loosed would gladly Strew thy path with flowers : flowers from Southern climes, laden with tears of gratitude And love, because thy great heart beat fast and Free for their salvation. The memories of thy faithfulness through years Of darkness and of woe; thy firmness for the truth And justice, shall kindle once again the patriots Zeal, shall fire his soul with love of freedom's Land, and inspiration give for deeds of Sacrifice and glory. To be crowned with wealth and honor was not The acme of thy hopes. But to live and serve Thy BROTHERS, filled full thy cup of blessing. Brave soul, thrice hail ! Farewell ! The civic Crown was thine ! Methinks the promise of " King Emanuel " to those who trust, and Serve, and wait, shall be fulfilled for thee in Glory on that Last Great Day. 85 » V^ ■• Wi « 'M^^^i%^ ■k^%/%^%/%^%'%^' i ^^%"%^%%%^%%^^v%' v%^^^%^'%.%^^%%^^-%%%^/%^'m^ VOICES FROM HEROES^ GRAVES. Written for and delivered before the Grand Army of the Republic, on Decoration Days at Troy, N. Y., and at Rutland, Vt. OOKING backward through the ages, To the palmy days of Rome, When she swayed her mighty power, From her seven hills enthroned — When the nations feared and trembled As her eagles took their flight, I^eading on to break oppression Shedding forth sweet freedom's light — We behold all Romans noble. Grateful, faithful to their brave, Bringing crowns for living heroes Who had fought their flag to save. And they came from vale and mountain. Forth from cities and the plain, To rehearse, in song and story Sacred Memories of the slain. So these treasures of Rome's conflicts Cheered each patriot in the fight, Held them firm, in duty's trials, Voiced their hope, in darkest night. But in all her dazzling splendor Rome feared not the God of might. Who exalteth and preserveth. Nations loving truth and right. ^^i^/%^/%/%/^^%/%/%/%^^%^%^%^^/%'^^%/%^^^^%/%^/9*^%^%/%^%/%^^ And she sank beneath time's billows, I^ike an island of the sea, For she was without His keeping, Whose fame arose in Galilee. Coming downward through the ages, We behold a rising star, And the nations gaze in wonder, From their distant lands afar. 'Tis an omen of a power That shall spiead throughout the earth, Girding zones with bands of friendship, Scattering blessings from its birth. For its watchword is the order Of the Nazarene fulfilled — Glory to the God of Heaven, Peace on earth, to men good will. Love thy neighbor ! Men are brothers ! Equal rights to all mankind ! By these signs this land shall conquer — The Lord of hosts is here enshrined. For this truth brave hearts knew anguish. In the home and on the field, Bearing woe in loathsome dungeons, Bleeding, dying, love to shield. For this truth the rising nation Struggled in its upward wa}', That she might uplift a sceptre Such as Rome could never sway. 4^^^%%/%/%/%^^^' I ^- ,--^X For she saw amid the conflict, 1^ Reaching through the clouds above, ^^ The guiding, bright, omniscient hand, 1^ Of the righteous God we love. -"•^IC Thus the memories of our heroes, -^ We now consecrate to-day, ^/!^ Have eternal truth within them, ^ And shall never pass away. ^ There are lessons for the living, ^ Lessons marked in blood and tears, -f^ Let us list to hear the warnings 1^ Written out in sorrow's years. '^ From the strife o'er Sumter's ramparts, ^ 'Neath the starry banners wave, ;^^ Down through all the years of terror f^ To the martyred chieftain's grave. ^ There are voices echoing to us, ^ Calling freemen to be true, ^ Shouting halt! to faithless statesmen, ^3 Who'd sell the Red, the White and Blue. 7^ Hear these voices in grand chorus :hM, Wafted up from many graves, ,^ Pleading strong for manly purpose "il^/ Where politic craft enslaves. "^ What saith they who perished fighting '^ Through the shrapnel, fire and shell, *^ Facing death without faltering, d% Charging on until they fell ? ^ And the wounded at the roll-call, '% Fainting, with a pierced breast, '^ 88 s r--^ <-.,>■ J' "V- 'ti .v.-A--'-'-i^'.''-'' — ';i^i ■ --C';»^'''^' -""'/k.^' ■ ' ''-'.i-:-' ■ '■ -^''' -■ ■ -^ '-^ Murm'ring " Mother, sister, sweetheart, . O be near me! I want rest." ^' " Raise me comrade ! What that cry ? They flee? We've won, I know ;" '' . ' ' Let me kiss you for my darlings — Then turn my face unto the foe." What saith they who died in prison ? !:J^ In delirium calling loud ^'^ For loved ones home : ' ' Boys see the flag ! Fold it round me for my shroud. ' ' From the trenches in those death pens, ^^ In the swamps and on the lea, ^ There are pale hands pointing upward, v.. Beckoning to you and me. And they who went down in the sea. Amid the waves, firing their last. Saying, "We'll sink ere we'll yield. Firm as our guns which are fast." " Strike our flag, never!" said Morris, -^ ^ Answering rebels' wild yell ; ■ ■'% ' ' The Cumberland floats for Union' '— - T^ The rest the billows may tell. So, this sacrificial service, On the altars of our land. Should make honored ones most faithful, Doing duty hand in hand. Grant and Hancock, martyred Garfield, Throned by love in hearts of all Fathers, mothers, youth and children, Kings and peasants, great and small. •^k "•'>- uW A;" ' ■'■^iH ' m '-1 JL -V- -. ■<, V-^' y ' '"■•■^v^ > ;,f: 5 iTt^ ?^ r^Ji M They cry : Guard the Father' s precepts With a loyal, waichful eye, Condemn ye, vengeful men of hate, Who do their sacred trusts belie. By the memory of these brothers, Who bled and died on Southern fields, By their consecrated spirit, Which e'en now still o'er us steals. By the broken hearts and anguish, Of the living for the dead, By the bow of promise round us While the nation's tears were shed. IVe do vow for truth and jiistice. Not for triumph and the spoils, And our stand shall be for manhood, Which hath scorn for briber's coils. And we'll rally round our standard With the trophies of war's years. Ever trusting the Great Ruler, Who can banish all our fears. And whose throne with us exalted Shall hurl traitors back forlorn. While the bright clustered western stars Shall lead earth's glorious morn. 90 ih^i^ lit ^.4i ^4t >^.#t 1^,4? '^^.^t ^^i^Wi^i^it^^^fW (ICH DEAN.) ANDREW CARNEGIE. TWO TYPICAL CHARACTERS IN MODERN CIVILIZATION, ^hf'^^ DAILY REMINDERS OF EVOLUTION. Trained Gorillas. RAINED gorilla! Trained gorilla! in this land of the free, He can vote, he can boss and an alderman be; He can swing a daystick, a nightclub can hurl, He'll maul a small boy, or pounce on a girl. All hail, thou Land of the Free ! "Trained gorillas! Trained gorillas! in the street cars they ride ; They will spit by your feet, and sit close by your side, They'll talk like a foghorn and laugh with such grace ; At women they'll stare, and breathe rum in your face. All hail, thou Land of the Free. ' ' Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla ! regards of a maiden he'll win, Strange magic when she ' s pure and free from vile sin, His victim becomes and can't be released, Till he casts her away, this fiend of a beast. He has rights in this Land of the Free, 93 : >A. yjv «. ' Xm.. •:/.L;i!i'i,.:: ;i'iL'!lfi:/^.j iff¥fWWi^W¥r^' m^i "Trained gorilla! Trained gorilla! He owns a saloon, The gamblers and sports, he'll give them a boom, With swagger and strut, big diamonds he wears. The product of heart's blood he won in his lair. He knows law in the I^and of the Free. "Trained gorilla! Trained gorilla! big money he owns. He'll skin a poor workingman down to his bones; Any rival or weakling opposing HIS TRUST He'll crush if he can and grind him to dust. He'd ' corner' the air in the Land of the Free. ' ' Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla ! high office doth hold. Having power, is heartless; can be bought or be sold. If a brave one for right shall dare to be rash. He'll turn on the screws and give him the lash. He has ''pulls' in the Land of the Free. " Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla! late Darwin forgive us. Thy view we rejected that man was a cuss Descended from apes; for clear proof of the facts, This animal watch, just follow his tracks — He's here in the Land of the Free. ' ' Below angels a little, it is said man was made, Like angels we've met, not of a high grade ; The spark that' s immortal some have far inside. If you get at their souls you must pierce a thick hide. We should tan them in the Land of the Free." (^ ->-*./ ^t^ ^il ■■ 'i^ ^ ^f 1 r ^^^^^ •- ' r/j»|i|jjH?i.?|n!^7jpj[Typ|| OUR DARLING, IKE a birdling is our darling, Cooing, chirping, gliding : ' Mid her spring-tide flowerets blooming, In love's bowers hiding. Gleeful, blithesome is our darling, lyike a brooklet singing ; Giving cheer to weary toilers While the sheaves they're bringing. Ivike a glory-ray our darling; Piercing pearly gate bars; Here to light the clouds with visions Of the home 'mid stars. Jesus spake so of our darling Little ones caressing He said, "Bring them, they are welcome,- For such is my blessing." Refrain, O sweet trusting childhood. Like birds of the wild wood, So guileless, so joyous and free ; Thy brightness and prattle, 'Mid life's raging battle. Call blessings, rich blessings on thee. 99 ^J^F^:^^3S^^'^^]m?^ 3-j=-=jTHiJr^.-.-;-;-. .:.^T;^nrrr:rr; LofC. JiL-j.iinmmmu.t4i HER PRAYER. [A recorded fact.] 'WAS a little blue eyed girlie, Kneeling by a snowy cot; From her face gold tresses curly Were held back by ribbon knot. Irittle clasped hands press the pillow Face uplifted, eyes half closed, Night robe white as crested billow, Outside peeping pinkish toes. That sweet face is tinged with sadness For mamma and papa's ill. Yet she hopes that home's past gladness Shall again the love-cup fill. List ! The child her heart is freeing "O, dear God, my mamma's sick," Opes her eyes as if she's seeing Through earth's darkness deep and thick. "Dear God, please make us well, " she prayeth, 'And of yourself do take good care. For we all will go to pieces Should anything hap to you up there." ii^^iil flm .■■'/ 101 n|t=^=!=IJ;-W^777-.) ifp ^ ^j^iLSii^^ '^^l7=^''''=-' ''"7:iE3^ '%^Vl^*/l^m^%%^%^W%^%^%^'%^%%'%^%^^%^%^%%/%^'%^ "STUCK ON HIS PAPERS.^ IlylylK, I am stuck on my papers," Were the words of a frail little boy Who had toiled late at night to help Mamma For whom he was her chief joy. Drenched by storm in the blast he most fainted As his efforts and hope seemed in vain, He told of his troubles to Billie On whose life hard burdens had lain. That frail boy's dear Mamma was failing In the garret home sick and alone ; Hot tears down her wan face were falling For her darling ; each breath was a moan. In the cars through the streets he had scurried As his call "Kvening papers" had cried, His thoughts were " I'll have bread for my Mamma And the doctor to help her beside. ' ' Said Billie, "You wait 'round the corner Near that step by the box there below, I'll go 'mong the boys at the bridge cars, We'll chuck in, and raise you some dough." t 102 .-^^.^/fl^/^'v^^m^vik^vMk^' Many boys did each give some pennies To help that poor, frail little Joe, Whose hard luck "being stuck on his papers" Was like theirs, they had been there just so. When Billie returned to the grating, To the steps where he'd left little Joe He called "'Joey, now you're all hunky," But no answer there came from below. Down the steps Billie crawled, looking anxious, "Joey, Joey, see here, you're all right." In the corner there lay a drenched little form But the spirit had taken its flight. That mother soon followed her darling When the tidings told how he had died, Christ's angels with Joey did welcome His mamma beyond sorrow's tide. 103 9^^'^%y^/%/%/%^^^%^/%^%^'%/^/%/%/%/%'%/%/%^^^/%^%/%/%'' 4k^i(^%%,%/%/%/V%/%^%%/%/%,%%/%%/<^/tk/^^^^^^%^%%'%%^%'%^' l\?/x tv''v:;i^^v:ii,i<''^i^K''Hi'^'U -r y- 1\ TRIFLES OF MEMORY, HERE are memory trinkets! We glean not a few, From the clustered years vanished like clear morning dew; Great their power still o'er the grown child. They are sacred and sweet to the soul's tender glance, Down Eife's echo hallways, till in a heart trance, They are blessings in storms now so wild. My little red sled — and that thick woolen cap — Mother's kiss that awoke from a balmy day nap — Those special caresses " that day o'er again." The brooklet's soft murmur, the pool where we played, The old berry patch, "big Maples" soft shade, Eoved trinkets in childhood's refrain. Youth's songs by the way in a glory star night. The breath of the zephyrs — those June days so bright — The old beaten path in the lane. That first new sweet impulse called forth by one face. As a glance from her eyes made the heart start a race. That closed in flushed cheeks pressed again. 105 . ■» *■ H %i:< ^ -X '\ ,< '\~ Vv ".' Vy 111 -J i3 SiSf:&^3^^^^IMIi©'^ ','M The sigh through the pines— "pet lambs" plaintive cry — Old Dobbin the faithful — that ride, "Nell and I" The many fled years seem but few. Fair visions arise round father's arm chair, Darling mother's old Bible— that tress of blond hair, Eyes flooding o'er a stray little shoe. Are these brief vista glances through the veils of the past. But trifles that pleased us and, now to be cast Away 'mid the battle and strife? No, no! saith my heart, the sweets of to-day Are gathered from flowerets that bloom long our way. And from broken bouquets of past life. IV; ll^ 107 ^•^^^Ar^i ^ fe^a ± #%iz^ - -£g^j .lE:7^i ^^ E^ BOOKS A.ND MUSIC. By REV. DR. FERGUSON. 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