Class T'SZSlS' Book 'L i'b'r H 7 COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. The Home Spirit A Collection of Poems by M. ADELINE HINCKLEY Cochrane Publishing Company Tribune Building New York 1910 Copyright, 1910, by M. Adeline Hinckley ©C!.A28:J166 CONTENTS The Home Spirit 9 Which is Best? 10 My True Love 11 My Love 12 Father 13 Mother 15 Baby (aged two) 16 Two Friends 17 Aunt Louise 18 Work 19 A Cause , 20 True Service 21 Kapiolani 22 Hope 24 The Express Courier 26 Monument to the Forefathers at Plymouth 28 Pussy-Willows 29 The Bluebird's Message 31 American Goldfinch 32 In Mass 33 Apple Blossom Time 34 Megansett 36 The Fairy's Home 39 The Invitation 41 The Junco 42 Lily Pond 43 The Brookside 44 Fall Days 45 A Fall Surprise 46 A Warm October Day 47 Friends 49 Indian Summer 51 A Cloudy December Day 52 The Night's Miracle 53 The Winter Visitor 54 Memory's Garden 55 Give Thanks 56 My Trust 58 Prayer 59 Easter Morn 60 St. Bernard 61 The Pure in Heart 60 Saint Lucia 64 Saint Barbara 66 Saint Catherine 68 Saint Christopher 71 Saint EHzabeth 74 Christmas Good- Will 76 Christ is Bom 77 ^ Ideals 80 ?|ome Spirit THE HOME SPIRIT THE HOME SPIRIT A spirit small, impalpable, Makes this her chosen residence. She has a mind most fanciful, So clearly sees each excellence. She needs a pure unselfish air From heated waves of anger free, And here she finds a place so fair At home she always longs to be. At times she sees worn, weary ones Return from draining days of toil, And knows they long for summer suns To bring fresh life from out the soil. And here she hears the secret plans Which make their life so very rich ; And now their youthful ardor fans. Yet sees each wall and hidden ditch. At home the air is full of cheer And merry words fly to and fro; For here no carping friend is near And thoughts no chilling bonds do know. In days of weariness and pain She fills each heart with strength to bear. Thus day by day they health regain In presence of a Love so fair. THE HOME SPIRIT WHICH IS BEST? Joy is like the rush of mountain / Brook in spring. Glad thrills are going Headlong from the brain, that fountain Filled to point of overflowing. Gladness is the scintillating Light on lake, when sun shines brightly. With it goes the song of mating Birds, and all that pleases rightly. Happiness is like the ocean Broad, whose surface smooth soon covers 0*er all trace of wreck. Emotion True and sweet about us hovers. Peace is like the quiet river, Always moving, never resting. Though worn nerves may sometimes quiver, Blessed peace results from testing 10 THE HOME SPIRIT MY TRUE LOVE My love is true of heart and mind And gives to me her answer "Yes," With scarce a thought of what she find To warrant such a lavishness. In her sweet presence evermore I breathe the fragrance of her deeds ; And oft I draw upon my store Of heart-words poor to meet my needs. My love is beautiful in w^ord And deed. She thinks of others much, And often has her plans deferred With her free will. There are few such ! My love is full of life and fun. And tries on me her roguish tricks. She likes to feel that she has won In contest keen ; so me she pricks. My love is tender hearted, true, Her sympathy, both sweet and strong, Outruns the pain. With balm so sure She lightens all my way with song. To me my love is very fair. Though once I thought her somewhat plain. But then I had not kissed her hair, Nor seen her flush and pale again. To me my love is all in all, My heart with joy o'erflows. My mind Overleaps the time till days of fall, Which us for aye together bind. n THE HOME SPIRIT MY LOVE My love is strong to do and dare In cause of righteousness; Nor will he wrongful action bear. Though it may win success. In judgment somewhat harsh and stern To all who err and fail, Where he can honest faith discern, He heeds each direful tale. His heart is big enough to hold All men within its grasp. To friends his words are never cold, Nor do they ever rasp. To me he shows his manly worth And deepest tenderness. Of heart-warm words there is no dearth ; And deeds his love confess. 12 THE HOME SPIRIT FATHER Father, man of strength and cheer, Bulwark of the home and state. Children's choicest playmate dear, Guardian of their future fate. Morning calls him to his store. Day is passed in toil, to gain Sure support for all, before Strength gives out beneath the strain. Evening sees him weary, well, Finding rest at home so sweet, Listening to the tales they tell. As they clamber o'er his feet. Lessons failed, and lessons learned. Friendships made, and quarrels sad, How they had some pennies earned, Why they didn't like this lad. Bedtime comes, and with a kiss, They depart with footsteps slow, Thinking of the fun they miss, Climbing stairs all in a row. 13 THE HOME SPIRIT Sunday, day of rest and joy, Comes to bless the children dear. Father brings them each a toy, Tells them stories quaint and queer. Happy childhood days glide past, Under father's watchful care. Years are going very fast, Bringing blessings somewhat rare. Youths and maidens now receive Fullest love and constant care. Still in father they believe, As their words and acts declare. He with them his wisdom shares. Giving gladly of his best. As for them he plans and cares They still heed his each behest. Father-life so strong and high Teaches faith in God above. He who gave His Son to die, Must be full of hope and love. 14 THE HOME SPIRIT MOTHER What other name that tongue can frame Suggests such priceless love and care As that of mother? That dear name, And Christ's in reverence we bear. The children's guardian angel fair. She keeps her heart all pure within. Thus heavenly joy her face will wear, When children conquer over sin. A playmate much to be desired, When others fail or storm keeps back, For she with zeal to win is fired, And in her play there is no lack. But more by far than playmate dear Is she who guides with careful thought To paths of righteousness, where fear Of sin and death can enter not. She studies hard to keep in touch With various tastes of growing boys. They scarcely realize how much They learn ; for books to them are toys. And work she gives and love she shares With others than her own. Her thought Includes the universe, which fares The better for her life well-fought. 15 THE HOME SPIRIT BABY (AGED TWO) Baby's ears are made to hear, Mother's words so plain and clear. Baby's eyes are bright and brown. Looking at you up and down. or Baby's eyes are large and blue, Looking at you straight and true. Baby's hands though very small Hold with care her precious doll. Baby's feet go flying round, Scarcely making any sound. Baby's nose she always sticks, Into every flower she picks. Baby's mouth is wreathed in smiles, With no thought of subtle wiles. Baby's lips are made to kiss, Something she must never miss. Baby's heart is newly sown. It is not with weeds o'ergrown. Baby's heart is all her own, From its place it has not flown. 16 THE HOME SPIRIT TWO FRIENDS Two college friends once took a walk, And passed their time away in talk Of days now gone, and years ahead, And of the pathway they might tread. One planned to work long years with zeal, However tired and worn she feel, And give the world the pleasing sound Which great composers made abound. One hoped to teach the youth to know The bloom of field and meadow low, The growth of plants, which from the seed Bring forth the fruit for every need. The first had gift of music rare, And means to live without a care. The other had a well-trained mind To note whatever she might find. Two friends for life though one should gain The laurel crown of fame through pain, And one should tread with footsteps slow, The paths that God has made below. 17 THE HOME SPIRIT AUNT LOUISE A dear, sweet, gentle lady, old With years whose sum was seldom told, With hair as white as purest snow, And eyes of brown, with youthful glow. With love enough to spare for all, Both old and young, and big and small. Such changing, shifting moods she felt As are the lot of old-time Celt. Her laugh at tale of wit and mirth, To v/hich some friend had just given birth, Came bubbling forth, as clear and sweet As song of bird amid the wheat. A friend in time of need to all, With aid so sure for those who call. But most of all a playmate glad. For every lass and growing lad. 18 THE HOME SPIRIT WORK Another day has dawned upon the earth Which brings its work, so often done before. That, weary of the treadmill, one asks what worth There is in constant toil in home and store. That thought scarce comes to one who works with zeal In chosen field, where day by day his task Calls forth his inner power. He has the seal Of God's approval, in which men do bask. As God did work to form the earth and all The myriad worlds, and then beheld and saw Them good; so man still finds that nothing can befall. Which gives true joy like knowledge of the law. This makes him master of the universe, Creator in his turn. He makes the world A garden of the Lord, and calls the curse Of that first man, a blessing earthward hurled. 19 THE HOME SPIRIT A CAUSE A man scarce lives who has no worthy cause For which he sacrifices, strives and works. A poet merely keeps poetic laws, Unless a hidden fire within still lurks. Our fathers fought to keep the country whole; And Lowell wrote his poems that set on fire The young and brave. While Whittier did toll The bells for slaves who lived in deepest mire. The cause of civic righteousness has had Its poet. While suffering humanity Sends forth its wail in varied tones most sad. Sang one, **A11 knowledge is but vanity." And some have tried to feed the heart's unrest With baubles and vain shows. But some have led Men's spirits nearer God and given their best To rouse immortal souls which were most dead. 20 THE HOME SPIRIT TRUE SERVICE In love do service each for each; Think out the needs of men Athirst in desert lands and reach Their wants, though one or ten. To one bowed down with grief for friend Just lost, bring hopeful cheer, And often go and with him spend The hours which seem so drear. To those, the great unnumbered throng Where work brings need of rest, Tell not the tale of greed and wrong, But give that which is best. To those, the young and free from care Give fitting helpful work. For who all things can do and dare At home must never lurk. 21 THE HOME SPIRIT KAPIOLANI Hawaii lifts twin peaks in air, Which stand grave sentinels. And guard the land with constant care, Though much its mien repels. Volcanoes three belch forth their fires And lava streams, which flood The island o'er. Each peak aspires To kill the growing bud. Yet here and there a valley hid Between the distant hills Escapes the general doom, and rid Of fear, with verdure fills. The goddess Pelee made her home In smoking crater deep. In angry mood, all those who roam Around could hear her weep. To guard her altar and her home Her sacred fires she lit, A cloud of fire by night, as dome Which o'er her mountain home did sit. Then Kapiolani, chieftess brave, Went forth to make ascent Of Pel6e's home, and thus to save Her people. With her went 22 THE HOME SPIRIT Some eighty souls who followed afar, As straight to the brink she went And cast in stones, intent to mar The boiling lake there pent. ''Jehovah, God of heaven, is mine. Him must you serve and fear," She cried. Then prayed and sang a line Of Christian hymn so dear. The crater cracked beneath her feet, Hot stones around her flew, AVhile sizzling blasts of furnace heat Around her madly blew. She came unhurt, serene, and calm. As one whose trust was stayed On God. And those who saw had balm For fear which now was laid. 23 THE HOME SPIRIT HOPE The Angel Hope had troubled mind; For much she owed her followers true. What happy way could she now find To satisfy their wants anew? She thought the problem o'er, but failed To find solution new ; so went, And in a fleecy cloud, now sailed The heavens through, though not content. Beneath her lay the cold, brown earth, With scarce a trace of winter's snow. Of sun and warmth there was great dearth, And ice still checked the brook's glad flow. But here and there amid the trees A hint of swelling bud was seen. And now the frost in earnest flees As pussy willows forward lean. A load of care fell down to earth, And now with lightened mind she planned To tell her friends of spring's new birth And open plains by warm winds fanned. 24 THE HOME SPIRIT Her work she recognized with joy To stir the city folk and send Them out for fun without alloy. For all can share what none can lend. The hopes which nature does not feed Each man must realize by work. And living hopes which Godward lead In dark and cold must never lurk. 25 THE HOME SPIRIT THE EXPRESS COURIER The nation's wrongs had kindled flames Which swept the country north and south. These wrongs aroused the peaceful dames; Brought terms of wrath to each man's mouth. The constant searching of our ships And seizing of our men went on. They talked it o'er with hands on hips, And planned their uniforms to don. So eighteen twelve saw war declared Against old England once again. The President saw how it fared, ' And signed the papers with some pain. Then forth rode William Phillips bound As messenger from Washington To carry the glad news around To those whose cause was so far won. By day and night he pressed right on Without a rest, except for time To change his horse. In Lexington, He raised a cloud of dust like lime. His ninety miles and five he went Nine days, a deed no other man Has matched. From Nashville he was sent To warn the settlers in the van. 26 THE HOME SPIRIT He gave the word to all he met, And put them on their guard. At last He reached the gulf, and here he let His flesh have rest from work so vast. In Tennessee they made their plans, And Andrew Jackson led them forth To guard their state from Englishman's Attack. The war pleased not the North. The western states now paid the cost Of Indian raids and prowling foes. The sea-board towns their ships now lost. Incompetence brought needless woes. Their terms of peace at last they made, And each was glad to have an end Of devastating war. They weighed The cost of ills they now must mend. 27 THE HO]\IE SPIRIT MONUMENT TO THE FOREFATHERS AT PLYMOUTH Lo, here stands Faith with arm uplifted high, And finger pointing to the sky above. Upon her forehead high, the pointed star Makes fitting crown for one of heavenly birth. Beneath on lower pedestal there sits A man alert and in the prime of youth. Lo, Freedom watches o'er the hills and bay, Lest might destroy the nation's sense of right. At right, there sits a female grave and pure With left hand clasping firm and close the Law, In right the scroll of Revelation sure. Morality's cold glance checks sinners bold. At left, lo ! Education has her seat And calmly muses on the Nation's past, And plans with care new work for years to come. Long life to her, chief bulwark of the state! In rear, there sits the Law austere and grave With eyes, whose glances keen can penetrate The evils of the time, and check their growth, Before they come to be of mammoth size. The fathers, brave and stern, came o'er the sea To found a state, where each and all should share The common good, and worship God in peace. Strong men and true, whose work endures and grows. 28 THE HOME SPIRIT PUSSY-WILLOWS The first Spring day had come, and frozen earth Felt joy at touch of summer sun. It longed To shake off winter sloth, and give new birth To all the flowers which grassy meadows thronged. But Frost was loath to yield its deadty sway, And still held lake pent up in ice so deep That weeks must pass before the final day When waters wear their way and upward leap. The houses opened up, and poured forth fast A stream of old and young. The babies took Their first sweet breath of mother air, and cast Their eyes around, and blinked with puzzled look. I went in search of pussy-willows grey Who dare the cold, since wrapped in warmest fur. And now borne on the breeze, there came the lay Of bluebird. Much I wished a glimpse of her. I came to apple orchard nigh, and found The bird I sought. There on a limb she sat. And sang with husky voice, while on a mound A second bird hopped o'er the sandy mat. 2') THE HOME SPIRIT The rushing, swirling brook was heard afar. Its waters madly dashed against the banks, Which beat them back again. This earthen bar Was held by matted roots in rows and ranks. And here the pussy-willows grew so dear To children's hearts. Against the tangled grass The reddish bark of lower stems showed clear. Their silky catkins one can never pass. 30 THE HOME SPIRIT THE BLUEBIRD'S MESSAGE The cold, cold winds of March were here, The grey, grey sky of winter drear. When from a sheltered spot so near The bluebird's note was heard so clear, Yes, "Tru-al-ly," oh! "Tru-al-ly." With back a bit of heaven's own blue, And breast a touch of sunset's hue, It seemed his mission to declare The joy and beauty spring would bare. Oh ! "Spring is here," yes, ''Spring is here." Oh ! blessed are the pure in heart For they shall see the God of art, Who fashioned man for life above. And made the bluebird sing of love, Yes, "Purity," oh! "Purity." From orchards white, from pine trees green. From dusty road, and brook's bright sheen, As spring advances day by day There comes the blue bird's tender lay Oh! "Tur-a-wee," yes, "Tur-a-wee." When autumn leaves are falling fast, And winds proclaim a summer past, Then bluebirds join the southward bound With fond farewell and plaintive sound. Yes "Far-a-way," oh ! "Far-a-way." 31 THE HOME SPIRIT AMERICAN GOLDFINCH The goldfinch gaily wings His curved path through the air. He views the world, and flings Broadcast his music rare. The finch in yellow dress With cap and wings of black, Makes all the wilderness Acknowledge spring is back. With call of name most clear, With words so dear **Sweet, sweet," He woos his mate with fear. It is a trying feat ! On hot and murky days He toils for love of home. He longs for air from bays, All rough with white sea foam. In winter days he wears His sober drab and brown. His life is full of cares Which match his Quaker gown. Z2 THE HOME SPIRIT IN MASS The violets in solid mass Make rugs of delicate design And colors fair. Beneath the pine They cluster close and see who pass. On hillside neath the sun so stern They grow of lighter hue, and share With cinquefoil bright their daily fare Of air strong-scented with sweet fern. A solitary one is found Among anemones in low, moist land, An amethyst amid the band Of snowflakes calmly nodding round. Its winsome face one only sees When close at hand one forward stoops ; And yet far distant clustered groups Attention claim from men and bees. Effective action comes most sure From union close and strong. Yet each Should feel his words and deeds must reach The world's real needs, if true and pure. 33 THE HOME SPIRIT APPLE BLOSSOM TIME Apple blossom time is here. Gladdest week of all the year. Then the skies are blue and clear, Summer days are drawing near. Trees all clad in pink and white Shed their fragrance in the air. Clouds above, so white and light, Idly float, now here, now there. Golden robins madly dash In among the blossoms fair, Straining throats with ardor rash, Whistling o'er their blithesome air. Here the sober, plain chebec With his olive-pated crown, Sits and watches without check Insects rare fly up and down. Hunger calls, and now he dines On the gnats and flies around. Then instead of pleasing lines Comes a squeaky, strident sound. 34 THE HOME SPIRIT Frequently he calls his name, Fearing there may be mistake, Though his notes are just the same Varied feelings he can wake. Bluebirds come with plaintive song Making up their minds to nest, Only staying just so long As the sparrows give them rest. Here is beauty free to all, Colors fair and fragrance sweet. Sounds melodious now fall. Apple blossoms you must greet ! 35 THE HOME SPIRIT MEGANSETT There stands the house on highest crest Of hill with face to sea. It views the sunsets in the west, Nor wants elsewhere to be. The sea is dotted o'er with isles, While promontories bold Push out their rocks and sands for miles, Yet to the land still hold. And here the yachts go sailing near To windmill doors, while sounds Of waves which lap the shore, you hear, And now the cry of hounds. Whole flocks of sheep here wander round Nor think of want except When thirst, where water is not found, Reminds of land rain swept. At rear low undulating hills The far horizon mark, While near, a grove the picture fills, Made up of cedars dark. It is a bright May morn When tiny drops of dew Aloft do ride on grass and corn And plants are washed anew. 36 THE HOME SPIRIT The purple finch on cedar tree Pours forth his glorious song; And all his brilliant coat you see Nor find his hymn too long. He thrills with ecstasy at thought Of her who listens near. It is enough to be thus sought, What else can be so dear ! And then there comes the plaintive cry From field across the way Of meadow lark, who makes you sigh And know all things decay. But soon the merry chickadee Goes flitting gaily round, ' While goldfinch hunts from tree to tree His love with sweetest sound. And in the woods you breathe the air, Sweet scented by the pines. With spice from salt sea winds, which bear The ocean's breath to vines. 'Tis here you tread the dead leaves down And pick arbutus sweet, Which comes in spring all clad in gown Of pink and white so neat. 37 THE HOME SPIRIT There flies about in numbers great A bird with coat of green. These warblers haunt the pines; 'til late In fall they may be seen. Here too the strident ceaseless call And questions without end Of vireo now fall. What answer can you send? f ou long to make him understand His questions are bad taste ; That all things both on sea and land Must sometimes go to waste. 38 THE HOME SPIRIT THE FAIRY'S HOME A sunbaked rocky knoll, whose sides Are decked with columbine and ferns, O'erlooks a tiny pool which turns To black and all its beauty hides. The faintest breath of wind makes swing The columbine, which always grows From jagged rocks, where envious foes Can clamber not, nor yet can cling. Its tubes are now a fairy's home. By day she leads a quiet life. From morn till night the woods are rife With songs of birds who do not roam. Across the way in bushy field A sparrow small throws back his head And sings a song which some have said Has all their wrongs and sorrows healed. His highest, swetest notes are harsh Compared to music of the air And leaves. Thus bathed in sound, no care Obtrudes nor thought of dismal marsh. 39 THE HOME SPIRIT At close of day there come the moth And butterfly, most frequent guests. The nectar sweet with many tests She tries ; then quickly lays the cloth. With merry hearts they drink the wine, And chat of new arrivals, as The rose who now spring beauty has And sweetness more than any vine. She shares their joy and when they go Gives thanks her house is stored with food For such as they. Then wistful mood Holds sway. Her beauty she would know. In morning light she bends above The pool and slowly scans her face. The verdict is she comes of race Whose charms consists in work of love. 40 THE HOME SPIRIT THE INVITATION "Come to me." The thrush's notes Breathe an invitation sweet. Through the air his message floats, Bringing peace amid the heat. Come to me oh ! weary one, Rest I give, when work is done. Come to me and drink your fill From spring's fount of youth and joy; Wander over vale and hill ; Make earth yield her blessings coy. Come to me oh ! weary one, Rest I give, when work is done. Come to me ye worldly ones, Cast aside ambitions weak ; Breathe the air that strength refunds; Learn the blessing of the meek. Come to me oh! weary one, Rest I give, when work is done. "Come to Me," said One above. "Learn of Me for I am meek. Rest shall come to you through love, Yours shall be, all that ye seek." Come to me oh! weary one, Rest I give, when work is done. 41 THE HOME SPIRIT THE JUNCO A scramble up the mountain side, Before the sun was at high tide, Led us through woods where leaves dropped dew, And paths were wet with moisture new. The junco's 'tsip soon gave us word That we should find this social bird Close by. And there o'er fallen trees And tangled roots, he hopped with ease. His friends soon came and flitted round With cordial 'tsip. Then homeward bound. They flew away with tail wide spread. Two feathers white, the rest like lead. The junco's trim and stylish look Impressed us with the care he took. His dress of mingled drab and white * Atoned for lack of plumage bright. His wide acquaintance with his kind Bespeaks his friendly, cheerful mind. He passes all his time in flocks And at his neighbor never mocks. Still here when early snow storms come. He flees the cold which may benumb. A mild and open winter here Sees j uncos living without fear. 42 THE HOME SPIRIT LILY POND I came to water clear and green, Whose surface smooth could scarce be seen. For there they lay the lilies white, And drank their fill. How glad a sight! The shore was lined with flowers bright, Whose colors gleamed amid the light. The yellow hyssop made a mass Whose golden glow I could not pass. Gerardias so slender grew, They seemed a plant entirely new. Their blossoms pink waved to and fro With faintest breath of wind so low. A clump of cat-o'-nine tails green Toward the water forward lean. As if to watch their image there, And learn their beauty to declare. Its own distinctive form displayed Each plant and shrub. Not one delayed. The lichens spread their mossy bed ; Their fragrance rare the lilies shed. 43 THE HOME SPIRIT THE BROOKSIDE The glowing heat of August's sun Had tamed the brook's young love of fun. Its murky waters clearly told Of rainwashed banks and stagnant mold. There stood the cardinal whose flowers Of rich deep red, fresh washed by showers, Gave hint that autumn days so dear Would soon be here with colors clear. It stood in groups of twos and threes, While here and there beneath the trees A spike which lacked the sun's warm glow Had flowers of pink and white to show. Here grew the long-leafed loosestrife rare, And mints whose odors filled the air. The speedwell blue and bedstraw small A gladsome welcome gave to all. The crested kingbird took his sips With plunges oft and frequent dips, While swallows flitted o'er the brook And chattered of its muddy look. 44 THE HOME SPIRIT FALL DAYS Extra coldness in the air, Nipping winds announce with fear Summer days, so bright and fair, Come no more, however dear. Dark blue sky with ne'er a cloud Hovers o'er the earth below. Birds, with call now low, now loud, Tell of blessings they bestow. Elm trees scatter leaves broadcast As the north wind passes through. Maple leaves are turning fast To the hues of sunset true. Woodbine clambering o'er the fence Has a rusty shiny look. Oak trees of a size immense Drop their acorns by the brook. Golden rod now brown and sere Waves its plumage e'er it die. Asters of a blue most clear Borrow beauty of the sky. Work in earnest now begins. Children to their books return. No time now for sloth or sins. All with zeal and ardor burn. 45 THE HOME SPIRIT A FALL SURPRISE A ramble through the woods and fields, One warm September day this year, Revealed the power that nature wields To change her course without a fear. The cattle browsed the scanty grass, Which brown and sere still clothed the earth. The oak trees standing in a mass Impressed one with their size and worth. Here flowed along the babbling brook, O'er pebbles, stones, and piles of sand, While asters with a gladsome look, In colors bright, bedecked the land. There stood a rock, with fissures deep, Whose sides were covered o'er with ferns. On top there bloomed, all in a heap, The bluets white, for which earth yearns. The warm September sun had brought To bloom these tiny flowers of Spring; And they for beauty fair had sought As still to joy and life they cling. 46 THE HOME SPIRIT A WARM OCTOBER DAY The sun with joy and vigor made Its shortening path across the sky. In highest heaven suspended hung The moon, whose semi-orb looked like A cloud, transparent, fleecy, white. The sky was one bright dome of blue, But softened by a faint white haze. The land seemed bathed in yellow light, Which made the fields all beautiful. Whatever their intrinsic worth. The pines breathed forth a fragrance sweet. The maples decked themselves in reds And yellow bright, with here and there A sober brown to tone them down. The elms were shedding fast their leaves. Lo, there a clump of willows grew, Beneath which cattle lay and slept. In fields near by, the tufted corn Still stood, and rustled forth its tale, As merry breezes played their tricks. 47 THE HOME SPIRIT A squirrel ran along the fence With eyes intent on finding food. No nut trees were within his sight So off he scurried, tail in air, To try his luck in other fields. A low moist field made fitting home For beds of ferns. And in their midst Magenta colored milkwort hid. There groups of gentians fringed and blue As sapphires, revelled in the sun. Their color deep and true gave thoughts Of God's protecting care and love: For He who clothed the flowers so Will never let His children want. So trust in Him and be true blue. 48 THE HOME SPIRIT FRIENDS A woody road, which wound through groves Of maple, oak, and graceful elm, Was strewn with fallen leaves. Their foes, The cold and frost, did them o'erwhelm. The tall, straight maple trees were bare. The sturdy oaks still wore their red, While slender ash trees took good care Of leaves still left, although all dead. Abundant life was here. With dash Of lightning speed the squirrels ran Across our path with ardor rash. Our size placed us beneath their ban. A tiny chipmunk sat on end And held aloft a tid bit rare. His coat of stripes he does not mend, But he must find his daily fare. A solitary robin flew, Then perched on elm tree bare and high, And called for friends most choice and few. The chickadees gave answering cry. 49 THE HOME SPIRIT This heartened Mr. Robin lone. He flew away to join the crew Who take hard fare without a moan. He now had found some friends most true. A crow flies overhead and sings His croaking song. And there a dove, And flicker with his golden wings, Go bounding through the air above. Song sparrows show their spotted breasts But never sing a note. They think the time Has come when each bird gladly rests. The goldfinch sings his winter rhyme. 50 THE HOME SPIRIT INDIAN SUMMER The warmth of Indian summer days Makes cattle browse the scanty grass, Delighted that the cold delays Until November days shall pass. The brook still flows along through fields All brown with plumes of golden rod. The barberry shows its thorny shields And milkweed bursts its puffy pod. The silky, tufted seeds float round, Transparent snowflakes in the air. This early down-storm makes no sound, Is storm most pleasing, mild, and fair. Tall shocks of corn stand, rows on rows, Against the blueness of the sky. The celery beds the farmer hoes, For there his latest crop stands high. In sandy soil the pine trees green Display their rigid foliage. The rocky knolls afar are seen In haze of summer parentage. 51 THE HOME SPIRIT A CLOUDY DECEMBER DAY All day the skies had frowned upon the earth, Which like a lake, had given answ'ring scowls. The wind had swept the land with dismal howls That spoke of loneliness and wrath. The dearth Of flowers sweet made life of little worth. At time of setting sun the hoot of owls Was heard, but not another sound save growls Of dogs. To golden light the sun gave birth. The distant hills took on fresh grace and charm When seen against the changing, shifting lights. The sun soon sank to rest beneath the heights Which lit their beacon fires to give alarm. The close of day came on apace and night's Dark hours brought rest to wearied foot and arm. 52 THE HOME SPIRIT THE NIGHT'S MIRACLE Last even time the earth so brown and bare Lay bathed in radiant light of moon, which cast Its subtle charm o'er all the scene so vast. The winter squirrel peeped from out his lair To find the beams made silver gray his hair. When late and dismal dawn told night was past The pure white snow was falling thick and fast, Thus making ermine robes for earth to wear. The larches bent beneath their clinging load, While lilac bushes showed their feathery mass. Like swallows' nests, the snow was plastered on The house. It lay in drifts all down the road. Some piled fence high. The flakes like busy lass Had wrought this bridal robe for earth to don. 53 THE HOME SPIRIT THE WINTER VISITOR Bright diamonds sparkled in the light Of sun upon the snow. Their radiance bright was such as might Bring heart of princes low. And here, the stately evergreens Their darksome shadows cast, While there, an oak tree forward leans, With dead leaves clinging fast. A flock of redpolls came this way In search of seeds which cling To the grass and shrub in spite of decay Which winter days must bring. They hopped about with vigorous air These tiny visitors. Whose breasts and heads of pink seemed fair Against the green of firs. ^ I watched their movements with glad thought Of what a treat I had. Their beauty, often hid and sought In vain, made others sad. But here my daily path had sight Which wealth could furnish not. The glad surprise well might Make grateful the heart that had not sought. 54 THE HOME SPIRIT MEMORY'S GARDEN Gertrude, grown to woman's stature, Lives where childhood days passed swiftly, All her thoughts of love and pleasure Round her garden gather dimly. Here were passed the merry, happy Days that come to care free children. Here she lived her life most gaily. Not a thought e'er came to frighten. In this sheltered spot the roses Bloomed ahead of time. Syringas Loaded down the air. Ten paces, Took her to the bed of dahlias. Most she loved the velvet pansies. They would greet her as they lifted Their bright faces. All their fancies Seemed to keep them fresh, unwearied. Here she learned of God's protecting Care displayed in leaf and flower. Man's co-operation plainly Was a part of God's intention. 55 THE HOME SPIRIT GIVE THANKS Give thanks that you are made, Unlike the flowers that fade, For Hfe eternal. Make Life count for Christ's dear sake. Give thanks that deepest woes Which come as bitter foes, Teach lessons you may share With all for whom you care. Give thanks that life has still Some place that you must fill. That loved ones need you more When hearts are sad and sore. Give thanks that you are strong To work however long The time the task requires ; That work ne'er fails nor tires. Give thanks that you can share, And help your neighbor bear, The mingled good and ill Which comes against his will. 56 THE HOME SPIRIT Give thanks that you can feel The strong desire to deal Hard blows for truth and right. For truth spend all your might. Give thanks that joys abound, Like love and friends new found; That life presents a cup Of wine for you to sup. 57 THE HOME SPIRIT MY TRUST When sore afraid of life and all It holds in store, in God I put My trust. He listens to each call For needed strength in hand and foot. When tried and worn amid the strife Within, of warring good and ill, Then turn I to the God of Life Who gladly strengthens my weak will. When longing for a quiet mind And heart at rest from vain desires, Then in the Son of God I find The perfect life which so inspires. When full of joy so great it brings A touch of pain, I find in Him The sympathizing Friend. Prayer wings Its way to heaven with joyful vim. 58 THE HOME SPIRIT PRAYER "Prayer is the cry of faith to the ear of mercy." — E. H. Chapin. Lo ! prayer is called "The cry of faith to ear Of mercy" Conscious weakness cries aloud To One who rules the universe, and bowed In supplication utters each wild fear. The priests once called aloud to Baal, "Hear Us Baal." Then they leaped in air, and cowed With dread did gash themselves ; but no one vowed To live a purer better life each year. Our God is not far off, nor does he sleep ; But listens to each prayer, though He knows well The heart's true needs. A friend to all who weep. He dries their bitter tears, and all who tell Their needs, find aid. Thus prayer becomes the deep Strong breath of souls, who ne'er their birthright sell. 59 THE HOME SPIRIT THE PURE IN HEART Oh, ''Blessed are the pure in heart," Whose hands are clean and lips drop pearls Of wisdom. They in busy mart Keep spirit free from giddy whirls. In hours of quietness and rest, Their minds can furnish what they need Of pictures fair of bird and nest ; And "God is love," is all their creed. EASTER MORN When morning light still flooded hills and plain, Lo, Mary left her home and sadly went To see the tomb of her dear Lord. She bent Her head in thought, and tried to still her pain. At sight of stone now rolled away, she fain Would seek the spot where Jesus lay ; and rent With anguish fresh, of ill was confident, Though there stood white robed angels without stain. She turned and asked for news of Christ, of one Who came behind. Still then, she failed to see It was her Lord who stood close by. But His One word of, ''Mary," brought the light of sun To her whose darkened eyes had failed to be The windows clear, through which soul sees what is. 60 THE HOME SPIRIT ST. BERNARD " St. Bernard, trained in youth with tender care By one who gave her Hfe to work of love For those her children dear, had beauty rare. Hard, skilful service for his God above His eager, glad, aspiring soul would dare. And penance sore he underwent, when love Of self obscured his thought of God. This wore His flesh, but still his spirit grew the more. The order of white monks he joined, and day By day worked hard, and cooked his meager fare. He passed no time in sloth, but raked the hay, And turned the sod, and gave his thought to care Of lands and stock. His leisure hours he may Have passed with books, for much his sermons bear The impress of a master mind. He grew Most fast in knowledge, grace, and wisdom true. He went with band of chosen men to found A monastery new amid the wild And dreary woods. And soon there came the sound Of axe and saw, and trees they felled and piled Them high, and built their huts, and tilled the ground Which blossomed as the rose. His rule was mild, But word of him went forth, and so his name To this community brought lasting fame. 61 THE HOME SPIRIT He took his place among the ranks of men Who furnish leadership for all. Oft sought By warring popes and monarchs great, he then Would urge the cause of right, and was not caught By seeming might. True worth he knew ; so when A side he took, the cause was won and nought Prevailed against it. Selfish thoughts and deeds, He made the people see, were ugly weeds. With zeal and ardor fired he preached to king And common men the need of service true In Palestine. He made the Germans fling Their banners out, and French take field anew. These days of triumph soon go by and bring Sad days, when news of armies lost and few Lives spared fill all the land with cries of wrath. And now St. Bernard shows the skill he hath. The fickle folk soon came and blamed him sore For all the ill around. He dared to tell The truth, and gave them word that those who wore The cross had not been true; so there they fell O'ercome by want amid the battle's roar. With such as they had proved, God could not well Make common cause. He bade them homeward go, And penance do, for sins they so well know. 62 THE HOME SPIRIT This saint gave time and thought to making clear The teaching of the church. Though much he scorned The world of books, and knowledge without fear Of God, he wrote his homilies and warned Of heresy. Thus passed his nights so drear; His work aside he put as daylight dawned. This life of constant work and boundless zeal He lived till death imprinted its cold seal. 63 THE HOME SPIRIT SAINT LUCIA In Syracuse, which groaned beneath the sway Of Roman governor, there lived a maid Of noble birth and wisdom which from day To day still greater grew. Her life she weighed In balance with the truth, while every ray Of light brought growth in heavenly life. No aid She scorned, but humbly sought to know the road Her feet should tread, and then adjust her load. In early life betrothed to one who gave No heed to Christian truth, she firmly sought Release from hateful yoke. And one did rave About the beauty of her eyes, which wrought Him harm and left no peace, unless she save His life by giving hers. Thus lovers taught Her soon to know her worth and beauty rare, But purity and faith became her care. Her mother healed of long time sickness sore, In gratitude and love to God, soon gave Her word to urge the marriage day no more. Their riches now they spent to save The sick and poor from lack of care. This door Of opportunity they would not waive. Though thought of want ahead filled hearts with care ; Still joy in service true gave strength to dare. 64 THE HOME SPIRIT St. Lucia's holy life now taught the truth, That inner light makes radiance bright which calls Attention to its source. Her deeds, uncouth To blinded eyes in stately palace halls, Bought judgment sure. Her beauty roused no ruth, But sentence stern was passed on her. The Gauls In savage mood did deed no worse. Thus passed The light of Syracuse in faith most fast. 65 THE HOME SPIRIT SAINT BARBARA There dwelt in Heliopolis, a man Dioscorus of noble birth, I wis, And of possessions great. Beneath his ban There fell the race of men, for fear he miss The company so dear of one who can Make pass the weary day with frequent kiss, And fondest phrase, and sweetest words of love, His daughter Barbara, his peaceful dove. He built for her a tower, exceeding high. Where she should live secluded from the haunts Of men. For if they saw her beauty nigh, Her hand would then be asked. Her mother's taunts Nor changed his purpose stern, nor her sad sigh For life more free. To satisfy her wants She turned to books, and meditation deep, And studied close the stars, and would not weep. The wonders of the firmament overhead, The stars unceasingly did sing. The might And power expressed in them, her fancy fed. The alternation of the day and night, The phases of the moon, her thoughts now lead To images of gods within whose sight These daily miracles were wrought. But still Their countenances brought no faith to fill. 66 THE HOIME SPIRIT At last the fame of Origen was spread Until it reached her lonely tower. She sent And asked instruction true, and when he read Her letter o'er, he felt great joy. He went Not forth, but sent another who soon led Her into peace and faith in God, who lent His Son to man, to prove His love and care For all the creatures who His image wear. To Christ's disciples true her father was A bitter foe. On leaving home he gave Strict word to build a room without a pause Or rest, whose beauty rare would make her rave In ecstasy. His plan pleased not, because Her thoughts turned now to Christ who came to save Her soul. At her command the builders made Her windows three at which she often stayed. She now confessed her soul received the light From Father, Son, and Holy Ghost all three. They taught her day by day to know the right, And gave her heavenly visions, which to see Made life one long, persistent, wirming fight. Her father at her tale refused to be The guardian of her erring life. He beat Her sore and took her life, as was not mete. 67 THE HOME SPIRIT SAINT CATHERINE Siena, city of great heights and deep Ravines, keeps watch within her city walls O'er all her populace. On ridges steep There stand cathedral vast and convent hails, While in between there flow the streams which keep The city fount supplied. One hears the calls Of merry people gathered on its brink, Who come for friendly chat arid healthful drink. Close by this fount, there lived a saint of old, Fair Catherine, whose earthly life was spent In one long strife to bring within the fold All sin-sick souls. And here she often bent Above the sparkling v/ater, clear and cold. To take a drink ; then on her way she went. And as her thirst returned, she gladly thought Of Christ's sustaining love for all who sought. A visionary child she fed her mind On pictures of the saints and martyrs bold. She learned to know the faces mild and kind Of Christ's disciples true. Their stories told Her once, she ne'er forgot; but came to find A quiet pleasure in these records old. Rut most she dwelt on tale of Egypt's saint Whose name she bore, who had no sinful taint. 68 THE HOME SPIRIT Like her she vowed to live a holy life With hope of pleasing Christ her only aim. When grown, her father thought to make her w^ife Of one who yielded to her beauty's claim. But though oft sought, she promised not ; so strife Ensued. They made her household drudge, who came And went at their behest. But her good deeds Soon won their trust in Him who souls now feeds Saint Dominic's Third Order now she joined And passed three years in silence, living in Her father's attic with its arches groined But low. Here evil thoughts of deeds of sin Tormented her ; but prayer she daily coined That she in strife with foul desires might win. And here she saw the blessed Christ who came To bring to her the healing of His Name. And now to deeds of charity she turned And in her love for all mankind did nurse A cancer patient and a leper. Learned To work for love of work, nor feared the curse Might fall on her ; yet willing to be burned If needs must be. With all she shared her purse, But better far did give her love and thought To wear}^ world-worn souls whom Christ had bought. 69 ^HE HOME SPIRIT Now Italy was torn in twain with strife Between the cities and the Pope who dwelt In France. Small wars and quarrels were most rife. Then Catherine as envoy went to melt The Pope and win fair terms. And her fair life Was known to all the Court and every Celt. Her mission won she begged the Pope's return To Italy ; for him the land does yearn. At Duty's call he went to Rome to pass His last few months. But when a year slipped by He died and evil days soon came — when mass Was celebrated as before — but cry Of party strife filled all the land, and grass And blossom fair there lay beneath the sky With none to praise. And Catherine now worked With dark foreboding of the ill that lurked. Amid these tumults Catherine soon died Though still a woman young and fair to see. And as her life now ebbed away she cried, *'Vain glory, no." Let that assertion be Her answer strong and true to all who lied, And said she lived to win great fame, which He Her chosen Lord could give. In Art she wears A crown of thorns and a fair lily bears. 70 THE HOME SPIRIT SAINT CHRISTOPHER Saint Christopher of Canaan was a man Of rocklike strength and most exceeding size, Who sought for service with a king whose ban Would cover as Avith clouds the earth. The wise Fulfilled not his demands. He soon began To go from court to court, where many lies Were told of each king's power. At last he found The one he sought, where riches did abound. For him he worked until one day he saw The monarch pale at Satan's name. He left To seek this greater man, whose name made raw Youths cringe in fear and kings, of strength bereft, Show forth the common man. Men armed for war And in their skill in horsemanship most deft He met and greeted, "Satan, prince of men I seek, whose might and power no words can pen." The chief replied "And I am he." Then they Together onward fared and came to place Where four roads met ; but there a cross did stay Their progress. Satan with a fiendish face Gave vent to all the fear within ; "Obey The Christ who on that cross did die for race Of men ! Needs must, if we should meet. So make We circuit wide and other paths do take." 71 THE HOME SPIRIT Then Christopher with eager zeal now went To seek this other mightier king, but found Him not. A monk told what His service meant Of hardship and enduring faith ; how bound To Him he needs must fast, and go where sent, And offer frequent prayers which were not sound Alone. To this he said, *T will not so; For thus I lose my strength to conquer foe." And then the monk told of a river deep Which rains did often flood and where each year Some lost their lives. "Go there and watch now keep ; There help to save the drowning men. Be near To bear across the weak and those who weep For fear of that wild rushing stream." So clear The words, they moved his heart and by the stream He dwelt where first the morning sun did gleam. One night he heard a child's low plaintive cry. "Take me across this night." Now thrice the call Did come and urgent seemed the need so nigh. The child upon his shoulders broad with ball In hand did ride at ease. A palm tree high. As staff he grasped, lest he perchance should fall. The waters dashed breast high and winds did blow ; The child became a fearful weight and woe. 72 THE HOME SPIRIT At last the further bank he reached and set The child upon the earth, but asked him straight What made his weight increase so much. His debt Of gratitude the child did pay, nor wait For better chance ; but made the staff so wet To grow and bring forth leaves, and then the date In fitting season. Christ thus passed that way And found his servant true, both night and day. n THE HOME SPIRIT SAINT ELIZABETH Elizabeth of Hungary was born In time of peace, when all the land did smile Beneath the rays of love and hope. The corn Supplied the want of hungry folk, and file And axe filled ears with sounds more sharp than morn Of battle brought. This princess fair no guile E'er learned, but early gave her toys and gowns To cheer the poor who lived, packed close, in towns. Her charm and loveliness made German prince Ask her in marriage for his son. Thus home She left at four, and went to soon convince The Wartburg court that angel guests did roam That way. At words of wrath she would not wince But let them pass like angry gusts that, foam Of sea, lash up. Her time she spent in deeds Of love and gave her best to meet all needs. Her married life was one long bliss; For much she loved her Louis true and kind. On his return from hunting trip, with kiss And warm embrace she him would greet and find Him loath to go again and miss Companionship so dear. But still her mind Was not at rest. Her love so strong and true Must have eternity in which to do. 74 THE HOME SPIRIT She prayed and fasted much, but played her part As lady-liege and wife and mother well. She dressed to please her husband's taste, and heart So pure shone forth, that all must needs go tell Her wondrous charm. One winter day with start She saw her husband close at hand. There fell A silence first, then chilling hands pushed back Her robe which held some bread for those who lack. A mass of roses red and white there lay Whose fragrance sweet surpassed the rose of June. He took just one, nor longer made her stay, But went his way with rose on breast, and soon Was lost in thought of her whom angels say Had more of heaven than earth. At hour of noon She came, but seemed like one to whom this change Was nothing very new or even strange. Her husband took the Holy Cross and went As vassal knight through Italy on way To Palestine. He died most confident That wife and children dear without delay Would have his heritage. His brother sent And seized the land, nor would he ever pay The sums he ought, but drove her forth to find A refuge sure with friends who were most kind. 75 THE HOME SPIRIT Her husband's knights took up her cause and soon She had her widow's share. She turned to life Of daily sacrifice, and asked as boon To beg her bread; but this denied, her strife For righteous life kept up. And oft the noon Time passed and she had never lifted knife. Her penance sore and daily toil soon wore Her out. Thus passed a saint whom all adore. CHRISTMAS GOOD-WILL On earth lo ! peace, good-will to men ! The message of the angel sounds On through the centuries. The bounds Of earth now hear from hill to fen. Good-will from man to man prevail ! Now more and more, the other's woe Each man does share, and oft will go On errands swift at sorrow's tale. The love of Christ now enters in ; And prayer the soul's communion sweet With God above, makes hearts that beat With forceful aim to conquer sin. 1^ THE HOME SPIRIT CHRIST IS BORN Augustus Caesar ruled at Rome, Though weary, spent, and wanting rest. J-Iis minions ruled the subject states, And raised there altars to his name. And Herod, King of Judah old, Still kept his throne, despite ill will. He won the Roman ruler's faith. And planned to be his chief ally. The times were troublous in the East. The hated Herod had no peace. His son and heir had plotted death For him his father, king, and chief. The plot revealed, and life secure, Lo ! Herod sickened unto death. Midwinter days passed slowly by, But still the king endured and lived. A group of shepherds watched their flocks One night near Bethlehem. Their thoughts Were of their country's future fate Should Romans strive to gain control. 77 THE HOME SPIRIT Some wandered up and down the fields Their careful watch still keeping close. Some lay upon the moist damp earth, To rest and sleep before the day. There came upon them suddenly The angel of the Lord of Hosts. The glory of the Lord shone round, And they were sore afraid and feared. The angel said to them '*Fear not For lo ! I bring good news for you And all the peoples of the earth. Lo, Christ the Lord is born this day. A sign I give that this is true. The babe lies wrapped in swaddling clothes And has a manger for his crib." The angel's story now was told. And suddenly a mighty host Of angels came and praised the Lord. And said ''To God Almighty praise And glory raise, for Christ the Lord." 78 THE HOME SPIRIT On earth henceforth lo! peace will reign; Good will from man to man prevail." Then silence fell and darkness came. The shepherds pondered o'er the tale. No time they lost but hastened fast To Bethlehem the town near b}'. And here they found the crowded inn And guests for whom there was no room. Outside the house in cattle shed They found the child they sought with fear. And patient Mary listened, well To all their tale of wondrous jo3^ She kept these thoughts deep hid within : And pondered oft and wondered more That she should be the chosen one To raise a Saviour for mankind. 79 THE HOME SPIRIT IDEALS Ideals clearly graven on the mind, From formless mass, give life its shape. When gazing from a mountain top, we find Our eyes select the headland and the cape. We shape our acts to match our secret thought, And strive to win that which we praise. And thus the longed for goal is always sought, And makes a j)ath amid life's maize. Our plan of work may be beyond our strength To carry out in daily life. But as the years go slowly past, at length We win some skill amid the strife. And he who aims at perfect life below, At first with stumbling steps fares on. But swifter grows his pace, at first so slow, Though years bring lessons he must con. 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