;/; -^-^ A V. \/' .^Jv'^' V ^^ V*^ "^ >.. V*' I-^ .^-^ '^-.. 'f,. s ^-^2^ POEMS OF / ORELIA KEY BELL AiiToo yap eonev Troc/ia. 'For we are his poem." — Eph. ii. lo. -^^^' PHILADELPHIA THB RODGBRS COMPANY ^ Si V ys \^ •? Copyrighted 189s By Orelia Key Bell. ^"^-O^A^ TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER, MARCUS A. BELL, IN LOVING reverence; TO MY MOTHER, MY BROTHERS, MY SISTER; AND TO MY BELOVED FRIENDS, MRS. MARCUS W. BECK, MRS, LIVINGSTON MIMS, MRS. MARY POPE COOPER, AND IDA ASH, WHOSE AFFECTION AND ENCOURAGEMENT HAVE BEEN AMONG THE CHIEF SOURCES OF MY INSPIRATION; TO MY TEACHERS, MY PASTORS, MY EDITORS, AND TO ALL WHO LOVE MY SONGS, IN APPRECIATION OF THEIR GUIDANCE, THEIR INDULGENCE, THEIR MANY COURTESIES, THIS LITTLE VOLUME OF POEMS IS FAITHFULLY INSCRIBED. GOD IS LOVE. I John iv. 8. GOD IS lyOVK, breathes all nature's minstrelsy, O n earth, in air, upon the murmuring sea ; D eep-swelling note, it thrills the early dawn. Inspires the day, and charms eve's dusky lawn ; Soft, sacred lay, it cheers the midnight gloom, hove's voice, e'en heard beyond the silent tomb. O sweetest music of the spheres above, V ast spheres eternal, ever breathing love. E ternal love, soft breathing, GOD IS I