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SINCERELY YOURS 
 
 NELL KERE007 
 
THE EYES OF THE SOUL 
 
 By 
 
 Nell Kerfoot 
 
 Houston, Texas 
 Earl Kerfoot, Publisher 
 
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 Copyrighted, 1921, by Earl Kerfoot 
 
 All Rights Reserved 
 
 Published November, 1921 
 
 OEC 20 1921 
 
 ©CI.A653186 
 
THE EYES OF THE SOUL 
 
 The eyes of the soul are never asleep 
 
 And thru the present, past and future they peep 
 That more of Truth, Knowledge and Under- 
 standing thru Wisdom seek. 
 Always the light of purple and mystic blues 
 Awaken a LOVE within thy soul, 
 
 For 'tis thru LOVE the door is opened to the 
 eyes of the soul. 
 
Little Nan, hours of Happiness. 
 May this book bring to you, 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 LOVE 
 
 YOU 17 
 
 IF 18 
 
 THE COTTAGE BUILT OF DREAMS 19 
 
 A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 20 
 
 MY DREAM PICTURE 21 
 
 WHILE THE SUN WAS SINKING 22 
 
 THE SHADOW 23 
 
 THRU THE MISTS 24 
 
 GARDEN'S GATEWAY TO ROMANCE 25 
 
 SOMETHING TO CHERISH 26 
 
 SENTIMENT 27 
 
 THE FADED FLOWER 28 
 
 FRIENDSHIP 
 
 FRIENDSHIP 32 
 
 THE POWER OF THOUGHT 33 
 
 MISSING YOU 34 
 
 SOMEONE IS WAITING BY THE SEA 32 
 
 A-ROAMING 36 
 
 THE ANSWER TO WHERE 37 
 
 GREETINGS FALSE AND TRUE 38 
 
 TO A FRIEND OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY 39 
 
TRUTH 
 
 TRUTH : 43 
 
 THE GUIDING HAND 44 
 
 ROSES 45 
 
 RECOMPENSE 46 
 
 THE ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 47 
 
 THE OPEN DOOR 48 
 
 ROSE OF A PURPLE PARADISE 49 
 
 THE WORLD AFLAME 50 
 
 LIFE 51 
 
 SANDS 52 
 
 MY PRAYER 53 
 
 LYRICS 
 
 THE SCRAP BOOK 57 
 
 ORANGE BLOSSOMS 58 
 
 SWEETHEART 59 
 
 A TOAST FOR THREE 60 
 
 THE HARVESTER A-FAR 61 
 
 THE TREASURE SHIP .-. 62 
 
 DESOLATION 63 
 
 THE FLOWERS OF MORN _ 64 
 
 THE LIGHT ^5 
 
 THE ONE WAY 66 
 
 THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE 67 
 
 THE HIDDEN BOOK _ 68 
 
 THE TEST ^9 
 
 THE PASSER-BY ^^ 
 
 ONWARD 
 
1 
 
 LOVE 
 
 15 
 
YOU 
 
 Your eyes are as blue as the water 
 
 When days are fair at sea, 
 And how my heart does sing 
 
 When to them a light of Happiness you bring. 
 
 Your voice is as soft 
 
 As the whispers sent from heaven to me ; 
 The whispers that thrill my soul 
 
 With sorrow and laughter, music and poetry. 
 
 Your handclasp is one quite rare 
 
 For 'tis firm yet soft 
 And bespeaks a wonderful character 
 
 With a love for the beautiful there. 
 
 So on and on I might write 
 
 Of the yours that go to make just you 
 But as today you are many many miles away, 
 
 I treasure the memory of One I Love, YOU. 
 
 17 
 
IF 
 
 If I were a red rose bud 
 
 All beauties of Truth to you would be shown. 
 If I were a violet 
 
 All ages of wisdom before you would be drawn. 
 If I were a plum blossom 
 
 To you I'd sing the love songs of Wonderland. 
 If I were a wild flower 
 
 For you I'd pave a paradise all over the land. 
 If I were only the many If 's of your Fairyland 
 
 I'd nestle serenely in the palm of your hand. 
 
 IS. 
 
THE COTTAGE BUILT OF DREAMS 
 
 It was a happy day in May 
 
 When you and I, strolled hand in hand down Love's pathway 
 And built with dreams our cottage of Happiness. 
 
 Once more that day in May I live o'er 
 With richer colors falling on you all the while, 
 
 And recall your first kiss with a smile. 
 Life holds among Love's many towers 
 
 The sweetest memory of all to me ; 
 The cottage built of dreams, the cottage of Happiness that is ours 
 
 19 
 
A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 
 
 Far in the distance a voice called to me ; 
 
 A voice filled with yearning as the soul calls to be free, 
 And as it floated on the waves of the air 
 
 It seemed to stab my heart and anchor there. 
 Four hours my heart was filled with sorrow ; 
 
 The sorrow that is brought by loneliness. 
 Then my eyes filled with tears, 
 
 And it seemed the hours were turned into years 
 For thru a valley of dreams I traveled, 
 
 Hand in hand with a life more precious than all else in the 
 world to me, 
 And as a meteor thru space is hurled 
 
 Came this voice of wistfulness, this voice in the wilderness. 
 
 20 
 
MY DREAM PICTURE 
 
 Many are the hour I have spent „ .... 
 
 With my dream pictur^in hand, 
 And beautiful are the thoughts from a true heart sent ; 
 
 Thoughts that quiet and strengthen 
 More as the mountain than the sand, ; 
 
 And thoughts that pave a bright waj; 
 Thoughts that strengthen the mind, 
 
 The thoughts so seldom we find ; 
 Thoughts that bring happ^iness untold, 
 
 And thoughts ever loyal to hold. 
 My dream picture brings memories of happy hours 
 
 Hidden in my heart, anaorig LOVE'S many towers. 
 
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WHILE THE SUN WAS SINKING 
 
 While the sun was sinking mid clouds of gray, 
 
 Memories drifted thru of a brighter day. 
 First your laughter echoed as the sofest music ever heard, 
 
 And it seemed to me a century till I heard a word. 
 Then clear as the chimes of a monastery bell 
 
 Echoed the words of the last farewell. 
 The heavens changed and streaks of gold scattered throughout 
 the West 
 
 Like the cries of a heart for heaven to bless. 
 And quickly the gold folded to lavender and then to blue. 
 
 The mystic blue that holds a star of LOVE for you. 
 So, with a sigh and the memory of your happy smile, 
 
 My day began anew. 
 
 22 
 
THE SHADOW 
 
 When the gayety of life seems annulled from even the 
 stream of bubbling youth, 
 Days are long and not st) fair, for then 'tis hard to 
 find the beauty of Truth. 
 Though its days are lingering, and Future even allows 
 it to cling steadfast, 
 Its dwelling place is in the home of Love ; 
 The Love that is as deep as the mighty sea and as high 
 as the vaulted heavens above. 
 
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THRU THE MISTS 
 
 Thru the mists there shines a star, 
 
 Guiding true hearts that they might thru the gates to happiness go. 
 Wonderland 'tis called, this place where nothing can mar , 
 
 Where beauties are painted with nature's own hand, 
 Where sweet waters flow and leaves rustle to and fro. 
 
 Where colors of spring predominate in this Wonderland place. 
 And hearts sing with happiness so great that 'tis written all over 
 the face. 
 
 Go to a shady nook and dream of such visions rare, 
 And be thankful to the Father that such happiness is there, 
 
 For He knows your every thought and deed, 
 And thru the mists happiness is freed 
 
 That it might come ten-fold to three. 
 
 24 
 
GARDEN'S GATEWAY TO ROMANCE 
 
 Romance is held in the pathway of Love 
 
 Mid treasures and flowers whose fragrance drifts from above 
 Its walls of caresses are sturdy and aged 
 
 By those memories, clinging as the Ivy that ne'er fades ; 
 Its flowers scent the hour that reaches the soul, 
 
 The hour of Life's sweet story so old ; 
 Romance is a dream, not always realized, 
 
 But a dream that ne'er fades nor dies. 
 
 25 
 
SOMETHING TO CHERISH 
 
 As a silvery cloud drifted by 
 
 My heart sang with happiness, 
 But soon there comes a cloud of gray 
 
 Where memories of you bless each day, 
 And heaven's ovi^n beauties are greeted with a sigh, 
 
 Because of missing you all the while. 
 Yet, with all, you have left something to cherish ; 
 
 Something to make life more worth while, 
 Your happy smile. 
 
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SENTIMENT 
 
 As I read my little book of thoughts from you, 
 
 Each day I find hidden in some page something new 
 That brings me dreams or visions fair 
 
 Of a Happiness, more beautiful than with anything to compare. 
 And as I turn its leaves one by one, 
 
 Soon to a page scented with Jasmine I come. 
 It takes me back over a hill of memories ; 
 
 So real do they seem that the tears in my heart just stream; 
 Tears of Happiness and tears of sadness ; 
 
 Tears that have made me realize a love as sacred as heaven 
 above 
 Life goes on, but some days to me it seems still, 
 
 Because One I love is absent, the One who built (.he hill. 
 
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THE FADED FLOWER 
 
 Kissed by the morning dew 
 
 My eyes opened with surprise to find you. 
 My head was held high and my color was my pride 
 
 But as the day grew my head began to droop 
 And with the sunset's hue shading my eyes 
 
 Your face grew blurred with the mists of the sky. 
 Then came the night with its moon and starlight. 
 
 It seemed I was hidden from your view 
 But as a new day dawns my eyes again find you 
 
 And with knowledge and wisdom 
 My petals unfold to you your kingdom 
 
 And bring you to realize the false from the true. 
 Again, kissed by the morning dew 
 
 My eyes find you. 
 
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II 
 
 FRIENDSHIP 
 
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FRIENDSHIP 
 
 We love the sunset and dusk's golden hue, 
 But the Friendship of one faithful and true 
 
 Often sparkles as a thousand tiny little stars 
 
 And builds a love from within that no flame can mar. 
 
 For the light therein brings a smile and a tear of happiness, 
 so sweet 
 That the very soul doth speak. 
 
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THE POWER OF THOUGHT 
 
 The bell is tolling 
 
 For the death of sin. 
 Good is unfolding 
 
 And taking a place within. 
 As in silent prayer. 
 
 So deep are the thoughts of a mutual Friendship, 
 Listen to the singing in the wind 
 
 Of the happiness held close in the heart. 
 Not a word has been uttered, 
 
 Yet a surprise thru the wind flutters, 
 For there is strength, health and happiness 
 
 In sweet words spoken in silence, 
 Sweet thoughts that are caught in the waves of the air. 
 
 33 
 
MISSING YOU 
 
 When the shades of evening fall, 
 
 Oft I wonder if you can hear true hearts call. 
 Far off in the distance there are hands outstretched 
 
 Waiting to clasp yours in heart felt Friendship. 
 And there is a lone big star embraced in the heaven's mystic 
 blue 
 
 Twinkling with a love sent just for you. 
 Cherished memories go floating by and surprises so beauti- 
 ful and sweet 
 
 Scented with flowers, bring tears of happiness down the 
 cheek. 
 And then they float their way that some day 
 
 You, they might greet. 
 Happiness ten-fold is ever for you to hold throughout 
 
 Life's endless journey. 
 
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SOMEONE IS WAITING BY THE SEA 
 
 Someone is waiting by the sea whose soul sings with music 
 
 As the little waves murmur their sweet melodies, 
 And moonbeams pJay on the waters of dreams. 
 
 Someone is waiting by the sea where the hours are days and the 
 days are weeks 
 Because all the beauties of Wonderland are asleep. 
 Even the dear little birdies and the sheep. 
 
 Someone is waiting by the sea 
 
 Waiting for you, your smile and happy laughter. 
 The smile that bespeaks happiness everlasting. 
 
 Someone is waiting by the sea. 
 
 That sea of memories whose silvery waves sing into a heart 
 of loneliness 
 The good cheer and love a Friend sends to thee. 
 
 35 
 
A-ROAMING 
 
 Oft thru the ages we may roam, 
 
 Gathering histories of Life in all its fullness, 
 But in all, we meet with gloam ; 
 
 The gloam that is like the sea's foam 
 With its glorious colors all afire in its bubble. 
 
 And, as we watch the one little bubble, how quickly it vanishes. 
 Then untiringly our eyes search for another to be seen. 
 
 To the Reamer there is sadness in the bubble's gleam 
 And there is pity in his heart, 
 
 For they are too frivolous and from this earth soon part. 
 The Roamer is a Friend to all. 
 
 But his heart goes out to those who do not heed the sweet 
 messenger's call. 
 
 36 
 
THE ANSWER TO WHERE 
 
 Where there is romance floating in waves of balmy air, 
 
 And where flowers scent the air with perfume so rare, 
 Where the stars twinkle as they gaze into your face, 
 
 And where the moon's silvery beams bring to you wonderful 
 memories. 
 Where smiles are your valet, ever ready to cloak you with Happiness ; 
 
 A cloak that is quite different from the rest 
 For 'tis a cloak of mystic blues that brings all the good in the world 
 before you, 
 Dear Friend, 'tis where you look you find the answer to all the 
 whercs of whilom, 
 And happy am I to have learned one Friend has found them. 
 
 37 
 
GREETINGS FALSE AND TRUE 
 
 There are greetings from afar. 
 
 And there are greetings here at home, 
 But beautiful as they are, 
 
 For false thoughts, they cannot atone. 
 'Tis hard but true. 
 
 There is but one whose sincerity 
 Glistens as the morning dew. 
 
 And that one, my Friend, is you. 
 
 38 
 
TO A FRIEND OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY 
 
 As I knew you Yesterday 
 
 I recognized in you something true. 
 A gift abused by many 
 
 And appreciated by few. 
 Sincerity! Oh, how pure and sweet. 
 
 Why, it is as a rose wreath, 
 A great step on the ladder leading to the knowledge of TRUTH, 
 
 Sincerity is given to all, 
 But so many crush it and let it fall. 
 
 Sincerity strengthens the character 
 And makes sweet the expression in eyes, mouth and cheek. 
 
 So 'tis thus, I found my Friend of Yesterday. 
 
 But now today is a-dawning. 
 
 For Sincerity, a companion is longing; 
 A companion to help fight 
 
 The battles of Life's darkness and cruelty. 
 So, Wisdom has been chosen for Sincerity's companion, 
 
 To shield and protect LOVE and TRUTH, and help preserve Youth. 
 Many are the heartaches held within, 
 
 And many are the sacrifices made during Life's battle with sin, 
 But stronger and stronger grows the character 
 
 Of the loved one of Yesterday. 
 Offer thanks for the great blessing of Wisdom, 
 
 A second step upon the ladder leading to the knowledge of TRUTH, 
 And remember there is ever a helping hand extended to you. 
 
 Happiness comes with Wisdom, 
 For when we know more of TRUTH 
 
 We cannot be deceived by those who are untrue. 
 So thankful am I for you, a Friend of both 
 Yesterday and Today. 
 
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 TRUTH 
 
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TRUTH 
 
 TRUTH lives in us forever. 
 
 TRUTH lends us a guiding hand, the hand called FAITH. 
 TRUTH is the spirit of good that never dies, the spirit that 
 some day we must all recognize. 
 
 43 
 
THE GUIDING HAND 
 
 The Astral sphere is nothing queer, 
 
 'Tis a place where in silent communion we meet and greet, face to 
 face 
 Those with whom our lives here on earth were laced. 
 
 Often too, a stranger passes thru and greets you as one of an 
 honored few. 
 The colors we see linger in the mind thru eternal Life which we 
 often call tree. 
 Then too, there we find music. 
 So wonderful only angels could strum on soul strings of hearts sad 
 and gay 
 To bring us to realize such gradeur, such feeling, such happiness, 
 but we must not stay. 
 We must patiently wait till the white-robed angel is sent to our gate. 
 There is a time set for all, and for our own good we must work for 
 our fellow men 
 And heed with prayers and thanksgiving the Life that our Heavenly 
 Father has given. 
 Be patient, be still and help all that none might fall 
 To that great pit which befronts and beckons to not one, but all. 
 
 Tis a pit that carries only earthly things or man's own Idol ; 
 The Idol that has caused the fall of nations to sorrow. 
 
 No matter how small or how great, just hesitate and give way to 
 an outstretched hand, 
 The Guiding Hand that protects a world from its fall, FAITH. 
 
 44 
 
ROSES 
 
 The sun shines for those who love this life, 
 
 But there is a greater life ahead, in the Beyond. 
 
 Where the Roses bloom, you will find your love 
 And the Roses are a symbol of TRUTH. 
 
 45 
 
RECOMPENSE 
 
 The golden grain of yesterday 
 
 That was sown in the heart of a Friend 
 Has ripened to a harvest of Blessings 
 
 Where TRUTH and LOVE shall ever reign. 
 
 46 
 
Dedicated to Mr. Sigmond Rothschild 
 
 THE ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 
 
 The Robe of Rightenusness is as the mountain of peace and rest that 
 is cloaked in snow, spotless, because of the purity of Righteousness. 
 
 The glories of the mountain constitute the realm toward which we all 
 
 strive to go. 
 But look! Yon river ripples and laughs and sings, and where does 
 
 it go? 
 We say toward the great wide ocean, the beginning from the Divine. 
 But, ah, dear Friend, life with its sorrovv^s and sunshine is but an 
 
 expression of the One, 
 For Life is a part and each part goes to make the likeness of the One. 
 Watch your fellowmen and profit by all you find in them ; 
 Profit by helping each in his own place to stay. 
 And some day when each has found his place and there is left no 
 
 vacant space, 
 The One shall then look upon His likeness 
 And eternal Happiness shall rest and be as radiant as the Sun's 
 
 brightness. 
 
 47 
 
THE OPEN DOOR 
 
 Do not forget there is a door of reformation open to all. 
 
 The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees. 
 
 They know and understand the thoughts of bound and free. 
 
 As the Thistle is like unto the tear-drop, 
 
 TRUTH forever flows in valley and mountain top. 
 
 The chest of Hope is open to all, 
 
 Just heed the sweet messenger's call 
 
 And let Love, Mercy and Sympathy rest with all. 
 
 48 
 
ROSE OF A PURPLE PARADISE 
 
 You with your Wisdom and Pride, 
 
 How beautiful are your petals of crimson love, 
 Gradually unufolding to mortals 
 
 The wonderful power within your fragrance; 
 That power that turns the minds of men 
 
 To the higher and greater things within. 
 And still they ask, 
 
 What is it your blushing beauty calls forth 
 Like the innocence of Youth. 
 
 Ah, 'tis simple to explain 
 Tis TRUTH— Just TRUTH. 
 
 49 
 
Dedicated to Mr. Ed. A. Greenblatt 
 THE WORLD AFLAME 
 
 The world is aflame 
 
 With a pride that is false, 
 But the iron chains of Fate 
 
 Are being loosened by a cross. 
 Those who see beyond the grain, 
 
 For the desert of thoughts 
 That come from those strong and true 
 
 Are spreading a flame anew. 
 Look into your own heart first 
 
 And see the good that is there. 
 
 50 
 
LIFE 
 
 On the waves of this wide ocean called Life 
 
 There are souls tossed upon the rocks of misunderstanding 
 and despair, 
 
 And there are souls that glide over each wave of earthly- 
 care 
 
 Without a thought of knowing TRUTH'S wonderful glare. 
 
 But there is a day of days ot those souls upon the rocks of 
 
 misunderstanding and despair 
 And a night of nights to those gliding along unheedful of 
 
 TRUTH'S wonderful glare. 
 
 51 
 
SANDS 
 
 Over the sands we travel 
 
 Toward that dwelling, that oasis in the desert of TRUTH. 
 Dear Friend, study the sands as you would a problem unravel, 
 
 For that is the only way to quench the thirst for TRUTH. 
 
MY PRAYER 
 
 May God, our heavenly Father 
 
 Guide you each step of the way 
 
 Till Life's journey begins anew 
 
 And extend to you, Blessings wonderful and true ; 
 
 Blessings that will bring to you 
 
 The full knowledge and understanding of TRUTH, 
 
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IV 
 LYRICS 
 
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THE SCRAP BOOK 
 
 When the clock of Life points toward an hour of loneliness, 
 
 Let us review the treasures hidden in the heart of reminiscences. 
 There we find scraps of light so bright 
 
 And scraps of sorrow and darkness, 
 Tucked in a corner where the Sun never shines ; 
 
 History of Life so great, singer, pianist, composer and author, 
 And forms of loved ones now at rest ; 
 
 Pictures of faces that in our hearts found their places. 
 And a rose, crimson with youth that resembles all beauty of TRUTH ; 
 
 A Friend's loving thoughts, so sacred and sweet 
 That brings blushes to the cheek and quickens the heart. 
 
 Page after page of Life's gilded frames 
 Protecting the most costly gifts of earthlj fame— EXPERIENCES. 
 Thus we find our little scrap book's contents. 
 
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ORANGE BLOSSOMS 
 
 When youth has found 
 
 Life is a ladder built of Love and Laughter 
 With each step a sigh for a new haven found, 
 
 Then little Orange Blossoms, 
 You with all your dainty powers of beauty, 
 
 Grace a pearl's crown 
 And with chimes of love ring into a heart 
 
 Songs of paradise bound with memories and Happiness 
 By you, little Orange Blossoms, won. 
 
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SWEETHEART 
 
 Sweetheart, Cupid's captain of hearts ; 
 
 Sweetheart, the One with you ne'er to part. 
 The One to love and caress you; 
 
 The One to shield you from care and pain 
 And brighten your way from day to day; 
 
 The One with protecting arms to hold you close and bring 
 you rest, 
 For there is no love quite so blest 
 
 As the love of your Sweetheart, the One ever with you. 
 He shares your happiness and tears 
 
 And with you walks thru Life's journey of years 
 To help you and protect you 
 
 With prayers to the Father that strengthen you. 
 Sweetheart is a companion forever. 
 
 Just try to understand 
 And unhappy you will be NEVER. 
 
 59 
 
A TOAST FOR THREE 
 
 We only number three, 
 
 But when we are together, we are just as happy as One can be. 
 May that One big happiness 
 
 Be ever so great to seal our hearts with a kiss, 
 
 So with our love we ne'er can part. 
 
 Happiness, the greatest gift of the ages, 
 For Happiness is something we earn in Word, Deed or Thought 
 
 And a gift quite rare to three. 
 So, let us hold it tight that from us it cannot flee. 
 
 60 
 
THE HARVESTER A-FAR 
 (A Wise Man of the East) 
 
 The Harvester, a reaper of dreams is he, 
 
 Whose love for the beauties of Life give to Mm a worthy 
 personality. 
 His smile wins for him the songs oif Wonderland, 
 
 His voice so sweet brings happiness untold as he speaks. 
 Oh, he is a pride of joy and well knows the meaning of alloy. 
 
 Some day this Harvester A-Far 
 Shall dwell in the mountains af Chnajr, 
 
 Where the stars shall twinkle with mystery 
 And the moon shall put his soul in tune 
 
 With a love where nothing can mar 
 The dreams of this Harvester A-Far. 
 
 61 
 
Dedicated to My Dear Friend, Dr. Mary A. Gebancr 
 THE TREASURE SHIP 
 
 Many are the voices in tune with the Infinite, 
 
 But few are the harps upon which to play the accompaniment. 
 
 Like unto the violet's sweet modesty i ; 
 
 And the rose's wonderful TRUTH, t 
 
 So it is with you, while embraced in the arms of youth^.,, 
 
 Beyond the blueridge gale . -f 
 
 As a thousand diamonds glittering fi 
 
 Yield a beauty unsurpassed in their gayety and mirth, a 
 
 So are the hearts of men and women, while enjoying youths surf. 
 
 And with the finger tips pressed gently over the lips, 
 Youth is abandoned and m comes the treasure ship 
 Bringing to the minds of men and women 
 Knowledge and Understanding, each with Wisdom. 
 
 62 
 
DESOLATION 
 
 When the leaves in the book of Life grow few 
 
 And when read bring thoughts that are not earthly, 
 We find little Consolation and much Desolation, 
 
 So 'tis with Autumn. 
 The leaves adorn new garments, that of golden, red and brown, 
 
 And their sadness is written all over the ground. 
 For Consolation we find the beautiful red leaves, 
 
 But they are overpowered with those of golden and brown, 
 So 'tis with Life. 
 
 Our hopes and prayers are many, 
 But earthly goods are worth not a penny. 
 
 For in the land of the Beyond 
 There is but one golden bond, 
 
 That of knowledge, and that of purity. 
 Oft I think we are as the unknown gem. 
 
 For with Desolation 
 Our lives are filled to the brim ; 
 
 Filled with sorrow and filled with depth. 
 But only the beauties of our wonderful land ; 
 
 Beauties made with Nature's own hand 
 Can know and understand. 
 
 63 
 
Dedicated to Mrs. P. Walter Brown 
 
 THE FLOWERS OF MORN 
 
 The flowers of morn 
 
 Tinted with streaks of a golden dawn; 
 The flowers that have no thorns 
 
 Are the flowers of morn. 
 
 The flowers with all purity and freshness 
 
 Bathed in the perfumed dew, 
 Oh, the flowers expresed in blessedness 
 Are the flowers so rare, so few. 
 
 Remember, dear friend, though the flowers are few 
 They are as precious and good as the mighty blue, 
 
 And some time in each life 
 The flowers of morn drift near you. 
 
 Recall my message and treasure their worth 
 
 For there are few who treasure 
 And many who crush them to the earth. 
 
 The flowers of morn 
 Are the flowers that have no thorns. 
 
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THE LIGHT 
 
 As the golden dawn of a tomorrow 
 
 Holds its glow of happiness and sorrow, 
 So are the hearts of loved ones swayed 
 
 And by the Father in heaven weighed. 
 
 Our temples are only of clay 
 
 And many are found crumbling away, 
 So let us not dwell in that temple all day, 
 
 Let us for a while drift away. 
 
 Thur our valley of dreams 
 
 We find most every kind of a day, 
 But always there is one, just one, where the sunbeams and 
 moonbeams 
 
 Bring us to realize a paradise in memories. 
 
 Crush not the hour's light 
 
 As you would those of strife. 
 For 'tis the light that brings our only happiness in life, 
 
 'Tis the light that guides us thru the battle called strife. 
 
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Dedicated to Mr. Vincent G. Shinkle 
 THE ONE WAY 
 
 Live for oday 
 
 And give thanks to the Father of all, 
 For the Blessings that in your path 
 
 Have been sent to stay. 
 
 Live for today 
 
 And show your appreciation, 
 For the Beauties 
 
 Held in Life's golden gates. 
 
 Live for today 
 
 And help all, no matter how needy, 
 How wealthy, how great, how small, 
 
 For not one needs help, but all. 
 
 Live for today. 
 
 Be sincere, be honest, 
 Be all that the Father would say, 
 
 For that is The One Way. 
 
 66 
 
THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE 
 
 There is one language that reaches all Nations, 
 All classes of people and even animals, . . . 
 That language is MUSIC. 
 
 67 
 
THE HIDDEN BOOK 
 
 A book of treasures unknown to all but me 
 
 Rests on a pedestal called time. 
 *Tis a book of histories, the life of bound and free 
 
 Whose personalities are written in the book of my mind ; 
 Written in a language as old as time ; 
 
 The language that thru all the ages has been master sublime. 
 *Tis a language spoken thru the heart ; 
 
 A language that is from me ne*er to part 
 For *tis the language of the soul, 
 
 And many are the hours that only my stories in The Hidden 
 
 Book, console. 
 
THE TEST 
 
 Oft thru the world we roam 
 
 Studuying Life in all its phases 
 And each phase whirls in an orbit all its own, 
 
 But at the end of our journey 
 Our thoughts are always turned toward home. 
 
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THE PASSER-BY 
 
 'Tis but a word caught just here and there 
 
 From a stranger upon one of the walks of Life, 
 But to someone, unknowingly it has its weight. 
 
 The word from the Passer-by. 
 
 Here and there, there drifts by 
 
 One whose eperiences the face does not deny 
 And as you pass, 'tis but a small word in conversation uttered 
 
 But many ai e the rudiments based upon a word 
 Caught from the Passer-by. 
 
 *Tis not such a lonely old world after all 
 
 If only you would stop or pause 
 Over some word that has drifted to you from an unknown source. 
 
 Many are the foundation upon which some vvoi.derful story or poem 
 is laid, 
 
 And the beauty of it all is, unconsciously a way has been paved. 
 
 Happy are the hours spent 
 Both now and in the days gone by 
 
 With thoughts and words, caught from The Passer-by. 
 
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ONWARD 
 
 The grave is but a step onward toward the Great Divine. 
 Heed its call, for it has to come to all. BE READY. 
 
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THE SECRET 
 
 As a ship sails out to sea 
 
 So my thoughts sail onward and upward for 
 thee, 
 To weather all storm and strife 
 
 That creeps into your life. 
 So mighty is the deep, deep sea 
 
 Whose waters flow with mu^ic and poetry, 
 And bring to the mind dreams of a paradise 
 
 That only spheres of heaven entice. 
 Life is but a golden dream 
 
 Laded on a ship of a higher realm; 
 That realm only seen thru the eyes of the soul 
 
 Whose door is opened by LOVE. 
 
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