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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems + A Message of Hope + +Author: Mary Alice Walton + +Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14871] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.png" +alt="Cover: A Message of Hope -- By the Cross of Pearls" /> +</div> + + +<h1>POEMS</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>MARY ALICE WALTON</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h3>TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER</h3> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<p class="center">Copyrighted 1910 by Mary Alice Walton</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<p class="center">[<i>Transcriber's Note: Irregularities in spelling have been retained as found +in the original text.</i>] +</p> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2>Preface.</h2> + + +<div style="margin-left: 25%; margin-right: 25%;"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/t.png" align="left" border="0" alt="T" /></td> +<td>he Poems contained in this booklet composed when ill, and either blind or +nearly so, are given to the public for the purpose of strengthening faith +in God. Those outlining in part, a life that has been more than filled by +the disciplinarian, sorrow, are but a glimpse of the many heavy crosses +borne. In my retrospection I can only believe the Father deemed me worthy +to be tested, at the same time giving wonderful revelations of Himself and +many answers to prayer. Thanks be to Him, that I was brought through the +fire with unshaken faith in Christ, for this end, to prove that those who +stand firm in faith will not only be given a victory, but be brought to a +greater joy and fellowship with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.<br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="poem"> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Life's battles well waged, victoriously fought,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rich jewels of pearls in Cross will be wrought;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">E'er trusting in One who knoweth no wrong,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Forever we'll live in Land of the Strong.</span></td></tr> +</table> + +<div style="margin-left: 30%; margin-right: 25%;"> +<p>THE AUTHOR.</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<h2>Table of Contents</h2> + +<p class="center"> +<a href="#The_Cross_of_Pearls"><b>The Cross of Pearls.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Solitary_Lament"><b>The Solitary Lament.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Under_the_Rod"><b>Under the Rod.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Waiting_Ever_Waiting"><b>Waiting, Ever Waiting.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#To_My_Daughter"><b>To My Daughter.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Providence_Hospital"><b>Providence Hospital.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Photograph"><b>The Photograph.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Midnight_Thoughts"><b>Midnight Thoughts.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Some_Mothers_Boy"><b>Some Mother's Boy.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Gift"><b>The Gift.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Thou_Waters_Tell_Me_Why"><b>Thou Waters, Tell Me Why.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Voices_Hushed"><b>Voices Hushed.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Why_I_Love_Them"><b>Why I Love Them.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#My_First_Gray_Hair"><b>My First Gray Hair.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Lifes_Curtain_Unrolled"><b>Life's Curtain Unrolled.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Chosen_City"><b>The Chosen City.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Land_of_Love"><b>The Land of Love.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#For_I_Long_to_be_There"><b>For I Long to be There.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Golden_Gates"><b>Golden Gates.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Hope_Beyond"><b>Hope Beyond.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#The_Ministering_Soul"><b>The Ministering Soul.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Transition"><b>Transition.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Peace"><b>Peace.</b></a><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Cross_of_Pearls" id="The_Cross_of_Pearls" /><b>The Cross of Pearls.</b></h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/g.png" align="left" border="0" alt="G" /></td> +<td>ethsemane, how oft, grown dim,<br /> +With bleeding hearts, unpardoned sin,<br /> +A Cross with pearls, and gems inlaid,<br /> +God's gift of love, the price prepaid.<br /><br /> + +These precious pearls were once a tear,<br /> +Repentant sighs, a hope, a fear,<br /> +But rough seas washed and jewels grew<br /> +Until the Cross was pearly hue.<br /><br /> + +Unnumbered are the pearls and fair,<br /> +If burdens of the weary share;<br /> +And deeply wrought with threads of gold,<br /> +If smiles of peace suppress our woe.<br /><br /> + +To help Thee, Christ, in saving world,<br /> +Forgetting self is rarest pearl,<br /> +That brightly glows when righting wrong,<br /> +Assisting souls in Thee grow strong.<br /><br /> + +The Cross that Thou so freely bare<br /> +Is covered o'er with pearls of prayer;<br /> +On Cross of Love all hopes are stayed,<br /> +Each time it's kissed a pearl's inlaid.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Solitary_Lament" id="The_Solitary_Lament" /><b>The Solitary Lament.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/t.png" align="left" border="0" alt="T" /></td> +<td>he terrors of night have fallen on me,<br /> +The shadow of forms no longer I see,<br /> +Eyes that have lingered on objects of light<br /> +Are now ever closed by day and by night;<br /> +As time passes on I shed bitter tears,<br /> +Wearily waiting these many long years,<br /> +Oftentimes waking from dreaming to find<br /> +Nothing but gloom—I am helpless and blind.<br /><br /> + +Of all earthly joys I am nearly bereft,<br /> +No pleasure of friends, alone I am left,<br /> +Kind hearts there are some, though many, alas!<br /> +Send a curious gaze toward me as they pass;<br /> +One visitor daily—a small ray of sun<br /> +Just crossing my face, it gladly doth run—<br /> +Bringing me news of the weather and time,<br /> +And memories sweet of my own sunny clime.<br /><br /> + +They've taken my children away from their home,<br /> +For care, to them mother love is unknown;<br /> +Their smiles and caresses to strangers are given,<br /> +Alone, in despair, my fond heart is riven;<br /> +O! tell me, kind angels, shall I ever recover<br /> +To care for my children and heart-broken mother?<br /> +While sadly I'm thinking of joys that have passed,<br /> +For days like my childhood, in mercy I ask.<br /><br /> + +How strange seems the quiet, how foreign to one<br /> +Who reveled in beauty, in pleasure, and fun;<br /> +As healthy and happy and merry as May,<br /> +School-books in hand, I would hasten away.<br /> +But, listen! What noises are those that I hear?<br /> +In the silence strange fancies awaken my fear,<br /> +And terrible phantoms of lunatics try<br /> +To glare o'er my couch and stifle my cry.<br /><br /> + +Welcome, O! Death, do not leave me alone,<br /> +The future's unkind and hopes are all flown;<br /> +In pain and in anguish my sorrow untold;<br /> +In age most a child, yet in trouble grown old.<br /> +But God in His mercy one bright hope has given—<br /> +Saviour to love and rest in dear Heaven;<br /> +There beautiful music and many things fair,<br /> +While voices of loved ones with song fill the air.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Under_the_Rod" id="Under_the_Rod" /><b>Under the Rod.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/b.png" align="left" border="0" alt="B" /></td> +<td valign="top">lind and helpless alone I wait;<br /> +The way seems dark and prayers too late,<br /> +My anguished soul sends forth the cry,<br /> +Father save me, ere I die;<br /> +Save me for my children small,<br /> +Leave them not to sin and fall,<br /> +Sending forth the saddened call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mother, come back, mother!</span><br /><br /> + +Blind and helpless days wear by,<br /> +Sick and friendless, left to die;<br /> +The darkness deepens as I grope,<br /> +Afraid to live, afraid to hope;<br /> +They tell me of a better land,<br /> +Lord, I cannot see Thy hand,<br /> +Around me steals an icy band,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Save me or I perish.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Waiting_Ever_Waiting" id="Waiting_Ever_Waiting" /><b>Waiting, Ever Waiting.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/w.png" align="left" border="0" alt="W" /></td><td> +aiting, dreaming, waiting, by some flowing mystic rill,<br /> +Waiting, hoping, waiting, strong desires my spirit fill;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, restless waiting, Oh! could I join the busy throng,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, patient waiting, for right to triumph over wrong.</span><br /><br /> + +Waiting, weary waiting, as the hours creep slowly by,<br /> +Waiting, sadly waiting, unnoticed by those passing nigh;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, daily waiting, with fire alive in heart and brain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, yearly waiting, seeming but to wait for pain.</span><br /><br /> + +Waiting, striving, waiting, wisdom's goal I feign would win,<br /> +Waiting, weeping, waiting, ever bearing Adam's sin;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, vainly waiting, the race is for the swift and strong;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, sighing, waiting, pouring forth my grief in song.</span><br /><br /> + +Waiting, fearing, waiting, while the shadows gather deep,<br /> +Waiting, doubting, waiting, down the rocky cliffs they creep;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, longing, waiting, for man's promises not filled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waiting, trusting, waiting, Jesus speaks and all is stilled.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_My_Daughter" id="To_My_Daughter" /><b>To My Daughter.</b></h2> + +<h4>LINES RECEIVED FROM MY MOTHER.</h4> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/m.png" align="left" border="0" alt="M" /></td><td> +y child, the cold dews of evening are 'round thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bereft of thy sight,</span><br /> +And dark lines of sorrow and trials surround thee<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By day and by night.</span><br /><br /> + +To-day I am sitting so dreary and lonely,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Heart-sick and in pain,</span><br /> +And wishing 'twere Heaven's will I could only<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Once see thee again.</span><br /><br /> + +If so, I could bear all the pain and the sorrow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of life and its cares,</span><br /> +And not fill the hours of the coming to-morrow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With sighs and with tears.</span><br /><br /> + +Like you, many hopes of the future I cherished<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When free from life's care,</span><br /> +Just so, all my brightest fond visions have perished<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like mists in the air.</span><br /><br /> + +I still hope that God in His merciful kindness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy sight will restore,</span><br /> +And permit thee when perfectly healed of thy blindness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To see us once more.</span><br /><br /> + +But restore thee or not, one hope I will cherish<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">At home and abroad,</span><br /> +That I may submit to my fate, though I perish,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And trust in my God.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Providence_Hospital" id="Providence_Hospital" /><b>Providence Hospital.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/i.png" align="left" border="0" alt="I" /></td><td> +n our own native land a Hospital stands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Its praises I faintly would speak;</span><br /> +To me it seems grand, enclosed in love's bands<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By the Sisters of Charity meek.</span><br /><br /> + +These Sisters are lowly and humble and holy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All striving their God to obey;</span><br /> +They watch o'er the poorly, while dreaming they surely<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Can all of their sufferings allay.</span><br /><br /> + +Heaven's blessings are resting on them as they're testing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their freedom from sorrow and sin,</span><br /> +And God will uphold them and angels enfold them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till a heavenly crown they will win.</span><br /><br /> + +My happiness lost on the world tempest-tossed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Weary and heart-sick with pain,</span><br /> +Providently I came to Providence by name,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where my health I did quickly regain.</span><br /><br /> + +In language though weak my thoughts I would speak,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My gratitude is without bounds,</span><br /> +To my nurses while blind and physicians so kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the owners of Providence grounds.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Photograph" id="The_Photograph" /><b>The Photograph.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/s.png" align="left" border="0" alt="S" /></td><td> +uspending night with threads of light the sun with signals bold,<br /> +Flashed o'er to moon his mate on high, and wondrous secret told;<br /> +Together they a photograph of mother earth would make,<br /> +When midnight dropped her curtains low and watching stars locked gate.<br /><br /> + +I'll picture on thy pale round face an image vast, complete,<br /> +Of pondrous size with oceans wild and mountains high and steep,<br /> +A hurling mass of seething lakes, while outward beauties fold<br /> +It round and o'er with nature's green, and tinted crusts of gold.<br /><br /> + +Quite pleased with thought fair lady moon laughed in merry glee,<br /> +And begged the secret not reveal but plan all quietly;<br /> +Appointing hour and length of time, arranging for the place,<br /> +Then hiding lights at midnight bells, when earth passed o'er her face.<br /><br /> + +While swinging to a silvered chord attached to heaven's dome,<br /> +To and fro 'mid seas of stars and spirit worlds unknown,<br /> +Earth onward swept with mighty bounds, measured space, and soon<br /> +At place appointed and the hour she hovered near the moon.<br /><br /> + +But scheming of the comrades bright to her had been revealed,<br /> +With telescopes and lenses strong, were millions on the field<br /> +Of spots and specks as showered sand, by fays called wo and man,<br /> +Who gazed with awe at wondrous sight, earth pictured in moonland.<br /><br /> + +Inspiring vision piled on high in masses huge and dense;<br /> +Where camest thou? thou ragged ball thrown out from time, and whence<br /> +Doth thou intend to fathom realms of endless space and years?<br /> +Art weary of thy dizzy flights? Are rolling seas thy tears?<br /><br /> + +The silence mocks the questions sighed, and nought but shadows fall;<br /> +The picture made the fairies fade, with dying notes they call.<br /> +Doth see the Hand that holds the key? Eclipse of moon they sing,<br /> +Go, nations, to thy dreamland couch, and ponder o'er this thing.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Midnight_Thoughts" id="Midnight_Thoughts" /><b>Midnight Thoughts.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/i.png" align="left" border="0" alt="I" /></td><td>n silent hours of midnight while earth is wrapped in dreams,<br /> +I ponder o'er my present life—how desolate it seems.<br /> +Through wakeful hours I scan each page penned in despair and grief,<br /> +Then turn to my loved childhood's home for comfort and relief.<br /><br /> + +A cottage white was standing there among the grand old hills.<br /> +And 'midst the spreading shady trees were songs of laughing rills.<br /> +In that dear home my parents lived, my brothers large and small,<br /> +With uncles, aunts and cousins near, and I the pet of all.<br /><br /> + +But listen! 'tis my childrens' call, I hear their plaintive prayer,<br /> +In fancy now I press soft cheeks and fondly stroke fair hair.<br /> +Wide seas may roll between us, yet my darlings will life brave,<br /> +Perchance be folded to my heart, or kiss their mother's grave.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Some_Mothers_Boy" id="Some_Mothers_Boy" /><b>Some Mother's Boy.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/t.png" align="left" border="0" alt="T" /></td> +<td>he battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm,<br /> +The hills and dales are clouded o'er, troops gather in alarm;<br /> +With winds is mingled sighing prayer from many a sinking brave;<br /> +A youth obeying duty's call, a life his country gave.<br /><br /> + +A soldier boy's dying cry is heard amid the roar<br /> +Of battle strife; surround with slain he falls to rise no more.<br /> +Some mother's boy! it matters not if clad in blue or gray,<br /> +If fighting for the right or wrong, is hurried to his grave.<br /><br /> + +Amid the beats of drum and fife, his pillow but a sod,<br /> +With folded hands and marble brow, his soul returns to God.<br /> +Some mother's boy is resting where the lonely willows weep,<br /> +And voices waft with waving trees, while angels watch him sleep.<br /><br /> + +Now comes along the highway a dusty tramp forlorn,<br /> +A tattered coat conceals beneath a bent and aged form,<br /> +With hardened weary visage, a bell he faintly rings;<br /> +The air is rent with pitying notes, an angel softly sings.<br /><br /> + +Upon this frozen nature no love for years has shown;<br /> +His life is made of cruel words, and knows no kindly tone;<br /> +And could you see into his past, as mother clasped her boy,<br /> +He then was innocent and fair—her pride, her hope, her joy.<br /><br /> + +She never dreamed her darling child a weary tramp would be,<br /> +For o'er his tasks or youthful sports he laughed in childish glee;<br /> +Perhaps he sinned, but, O! forget, for suffering must repay,<br /> +And someone's boy has now become wretched, old and gray.<br /><br /> + +Within a large and gilded hall a revel wild is held,<br /> +The sound of oaths and laughter loud upon the breezes swell;<br /> +A man is seen with bloated face come reeling to the streets;<br /> +He turns his fierce and lurid eyes as friends he loudly greets.<br /><br /> + +Some mother's boy has fallen low, we hear the broken sob<br /> +Of angels who have watched for years his footsteps turn from God.<br /> +Someone's prayers have oft been made o'er him in childhood's day,<br /> +When, rocked in love, he knew no wrong, a smiling infant lay.<br /><br /> + +Some mother's tears have freely flowed, and lonely vigils kept;<br /> +Some mother's heart has often bled while others coldly slept;<br /> +Some mother suffers for the wrong, and angels sadly weep<br /> +Whene'er some careless, wayward son has sown what he must reap.<br /><br /> + +A scaffold high with spreading arms on yonder height we see,<br /> +It waits to take its victim's life, exulting cruelly.<br /> +While zephyr's blow, birds hover o'er a soul in dire distress,<br /> +With troubled gaze breathes out a prayer. Will God attend and bless?<br /><br /> + +What matter if he's clothed in sin, what matter if he's wild,<br /> +In foulest guilt? Remember, that, he is somebody's child.<br /> +We cannot tell how hard he strove to shun temptation's snare;<br /> +How often on his mother's breast he wept in his despair.<br /><br /> + +How oft her lips had softly pressed his dimpled infant cheek,<br /> +How oft her hand in love caressed the sinless baby feet.<br /> +Then, strangers, pause and listen well; so might your own have been,<br /> +But Christ can freely pardon all, though scarlet be his sin.<br /><br /> + + +Some mother's boy! The sweet refrain is breathed in accents mild.<br /> +Some mother's boy! If bent and gray, if pure or all denied.<br /> +Some mother's boy! Soft bells repeat in sad and sweetest chime;<br /> +Some mother's boy! A mother sighs; perhaps he may be mine.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Gift" id="The_Gift" /><b>The Gift.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/g.png" align="left" border="0" alt="G" /></td><td> +od calls you, my Daughter—I hear the sweet voice<br /> +Of Jesus our Saviour, He would make you His choice,<br /> +To work in His vineyard, to teach in His name;<br /> +He'd give you the power, lost souls to reclaim.<br /><br /> + +I give you, my darling, an offering to Him<br /> +Who died to redeem us, to save us from sin;<br /> +Be filled with His spirit, be strong in the strife,<br /> +Bring souls unto Jesus, in Christ there is life.<br /><br /> + +And when all is over and we meet on the shore<br /> +Of Heaven's fair Jordan, to part nevermore,<br /> +With Christ ever present to soothe away tears,<br /> +All pain we'll forget of these sorrowful years.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Thou_Waters_Tell_Me_Why" id="Thou_Waters_Tell_Me_Why" /><b>Thou Waters, Tell Me Why.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/o.png" align="left" border="0" alt="O" /></td><td> +'er rocks where sea waves wrestled, far from yon city's height<br /> +A woman walked 'mid shadows, and watched for morning light.<br /> +A woman strong with purpose, though burdened with life's care,<br /> +The silvered tints of starlight matched threads in gold-brown hair.<br /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">CHORUS.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But her heart and the waves grew restless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As she thought of years gone by,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of him she once loved truly—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Cried, waters, tell me why,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thou waters tell me why!</span><br /><br /> + +Aged rocks lend me thy power 'gainst winds and tempest wild:<br /> +A woman's strife before me, I fain would be a child.<br /> +Long since 'twas said at parting, "Forever, love, good-bye."<br /> +And life merged into duty, Oh, waters, tell me why!<br /><br /> + +While plaintive seas are calling, my heart for one doth yearn,<br /> +"Find love in kindly service," sweet fern leaves sighed, "Return."<br /> +Sad waves then cease thy moaning—let hope's resplendent rays<br /> +Imbue my heart with courage—God's love's with me always.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Voices_Hushed" id="Voices_Hushed" /><b>Voices Hushed.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/i.png" align="left" border="0" alt="I" /></td> +<td> stood in the mossy gateway,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thought of years gone by;</span><br /> +Then tapped on latticed windows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heard naught only my sigh.</span><br /><br /> + +The house was cold and empty—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stranger's home, they say;</span><br /> +The voices hushed of dear ones,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loved footprints passed away.</span><br /><br /> + +In fancy then I peopled<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The place with moving life,</span><br /> +The halls again resounded,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With laughter, song and fife.</span><br /><br /> + +In father's arms I nestle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Caressing soft, dark hair;</span><br /> +I beg for one more story,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or breathe my childhood's prayer.</span><br /><br /> + +My heart cries out, when fancy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brings mother back to me,</span><br /> +Her loving care o'er shadows<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The past sweet memory.</span><br /><br /> + +The house now grows resplendent<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With joys of former scene,</span><br /> +My brothers loved so dearly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And life a happy dream.</span><br /><br /> + +Our uncle, kind and tender,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cousins, buoyant, gay;</span><br /> +My playmates calling for me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To school we his away.</span><br /><br /> + +Awakened from my dreaming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Time speaks of saddened years,</span><br /> +Two-score more, and voices hushed.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flow now, ye pent-up tears!</span><br /><br /> + +Oh, voices hushed, where art thou?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stranger lone I stand.</span><br /> +Good-bye, good-bye, old homestead;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Farewell, sweet mystic band.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Why_I_Love_Them" id="Why_I_Love_Them" /><b>Why I Love Them.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/i.png" align="left" border="0" alt="I" /></td> +<td> would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours,<br /> +So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,<br /> +Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance,<br /> +While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.<br /><br /> + +Then comes my son Ernest, an affectionate boy,<br /> +So true and so thoughtful, never aught but a joy,<br /> +E'er steady and happy, eyes earnest and clear;<br /> +His dear voice so merry, methinks I still hear.<br /><br /> + +I would say of Marie, that she is very fair,<br /> +With ways of a lady, and golden-waved hair;<br /> +She scolds and laughs sweetly, while people all tell,<br /> +With curls and long lashes, she'll yet be a belle.<br /><br /> + +Then rosy-cheeked Bertha, whose housewifely care<br /> +And womanly habits call forth praises rare;<br /> +Small, winsome maiden, whose large, tender heart,<br /> +To blame makes thee timid, thy tears swift to start.<br /><br /> + +Tall, slender Celesta, whose spiritual face,<br /> +And excelling talents could a palace well grace;<br /> +Five faces so pretty, eyes brighter than gems,<br /> +And hearts kind and loving is why I love them.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="My_First_Gray_Hair" id="My_First_Gray_Hair" /><b>My First Gray Hair.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/o.png" align="left" border="0" alt="O" /></td> +<td>ne day amid brown tresses there gleamed a silvery thread,<br /> +Life pages, past and present I wonderingly then read.<br /> +I saw a blithsome maiden, a child serenely fair,<br /> +A woman heavey laden now lifts her first gray hair.<br /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">CHORUS.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O silvery strand, thou soft kiss of time,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The beauties of youth are now past, are now past.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For evening of life are pleasures unknown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis love, only love, that will last, that will last.</span><br /><br /> + +Upon the shadowy threshold the small gray strand did lay,<br /> +And told the old, old story of ever changing day;<br /> +Within the mystic portals of life's near ending stream<br /> +I stood and pondered vaguely, if death were but a dream.<br /><br /> + +I viewed the snow-white message and thought of bygone years,<br /> +The hopes, the waging conflicts, joys mingled oft' with tears.<br /> +Tell me, thou thing of pearl hue, what will the future greet?<br /> +Will paths be strewn with roses, or thistles tear my feet?<br /><br /> + +A whisper floated near me in accents sweet and low,<br /> +"My child, what'er thy portion, if tares for thee will grow,<br /> +Thy soul keep pure and stainless, a crown thy brow shall wear,<br /> +'Twill shine with whitest tresses, that once was nut-brown hair."<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Lifes_Curtain_Unrolled" id="Lifes_Curtain_Unrolled" /><b>Life's Curtain Unrolled.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/g.png" align="left" border="0" alt="G" /></td><td> +lad boyish voices with merriment ring,<br /> +Two children with nought, as gayly they sing<br /> +Of burdensome care, their hearts as the bird<br /> +To mountains oft' soar in freedom, unstirred<br /> +By future, and what it furtively brings<br /> +Of pleasures, or grief, or life's bitter stings.<br /> +The shadowed cross e'er failing to see,<br /> +Thoughts flitting as bubbles on oft' changing sea.<br /><br /> + +From childhood spring youths with fair open brows,<br /> +Surrounded by all earth ever allows<br /> +Of conquering fame, while life's deepest charm<br /> +They sip from the fount of love's laden balm.<br /> +Of treasures untold to reap they aspire,<br /> +At vanity's fair rich harvests acquire,<br /> +Over this vision in mystery toss,<br /> +A shadow that lifts, unveiling a cross.<br /><br /> + +In wonder they gaze at spectre so white,<br /> +As softly it beams in silvery light,<br /> +'Mid silence it pleads—they pause all aghast—<br /> +'Tis Jesus who calls, His Cross in their path,<br /> +Cross misty with tears, with sacrifice fraught,<br /> +While deeply inlaid with sorrows 'tis wrought,<br /> +Divided from world by widening stream<br /> +It leadeth through pain earth's conquests a gleam.<br /><br /> + +Shall I? Shall I not? Self-questioned each youth,<br /> +Take up this Cross all laden with truth?<br /> +Shall lingering fear of poverty's vale,<br /> +The scoffing of friends if honors should fail,<br /> +Bar us accepting a promise of love<br /> +By way of the Cross—the gift from above?<br /> +Silently each life's curtain unfurled,<br /> +One bends to his Cross, one flees to the world.<br /><br /> + +Two pictures are drawn on life's beaten page,<br /> +The faces once seen have ripened with age;<br /> +The purpose of each, their loved ones a dower,<br /> +And conflicts of life are wielding with power.<br /> +Surfeited was one with all earthly lusts,<br /> +His soul he'ed surrendered to prince of earth's trusts;<br /> +One bearing a Cross, e'er toiling for right,<br /> +Walking with Jesus in spirit waxed bright.<br /><br /> + +There's pictured again in oft' changing scene,<br /> +A tottering form appears in the dream,<br /> +Furrowed his face from indulgence in sins,<br /> +Eternity lost, to gold fondly clings.<br /> +He'd bartered his soul a few years to live,<br /> +And sinking the grave has nothing to give,<br /> +Unloved and embittered e'en cross once refused,<br /> +Gleamed sadly through mists then slowly withdrew.<br /><br /> + +Our vision once more life's curtain unrolled,<br /> +And walked beside one with jewels untold,<br /> +Unfurrowed his brow though whitened the hair,<br /> +Eternally blest when freed earthly care.<br /> +The cross he'd accepted oft' riven in tears,<br /> +And humble his walk through life's fleeting years,<br /> +Had given sweet peace as only those know<br /> +Who've tasted of wealth Christs' love doth bestow.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Chosen_City" id="The_Chosen_City" /><b>The Chosen City.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/o.png" align="left" border="0" alt="O" /></td><td> +n starlit height, distant 'gainst horizon, bright<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Way of the Cross is outlined,</span><br /> +By rocky steeps barren 'mid dangers unseen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A narrow straight pathway doth wind.</span><br /> +The sighing winds whisper of sacrifice, toil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And foot-prints where pilgrims have trod</span><br /> +Are crimson and tear-washed, where fissures are rent<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wierd spirits of pain flit abroad.</span><br /><br /> + +A woman in sadness e'er watching this Cross<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Revealed in the morn of her life,</span><br /> +To travel o'er mountains alone through the storm<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Means suffering and wearisome strife.</span><br /> +'Mid pitfalls of doubtings and barriers high,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A valley called Vale of Delight,</span><br /> +Appears to her vision, its beauties aglow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With charms all alluring to sight.</span><br /><br /> + +Its meadows are tinted by golden-hued lights,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unruffled its waters, they chime</span><br /> +With harmonic singing, while world-wedded dance<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To musical rhythm and time.</span><br /> +Red wine floweth freely, with jingle of gold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jests mingle with laughter so gay,</span><br /> +In Vale of Delight merry banquets and balls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turn quickly the night into day.</span><br /><br /> + +The woman enraptured by dazzling display—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet holiness loveth and right—</span><br /> +Back to the mountains she turneth her gaze,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There gleaming through mists beyond heights,</span><br /> +Is glittering sheen of sparkling gemmed spires,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A city of pearls beyond steeps;</span><br /> +But Calvary's Cross is path to its gate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sorrow she bitterly weeps.</span><br /><br /> + +In Vale of Delight seems earthly repose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And freedom from sorrow and pain;</span><br /> +But pleadings of Jesus appeal to her heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In City of Lovelight doth reign.</span><br /> +His spirit so gentle o'er floweth with good,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With kindliest tokens of love;</span><br /> +The promise He giveth beyond vale of tears—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eternal abiding above.</span><br /><br /> + +To City of Holies she pleads with her Lord,<br /><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Help me in Thy mercy come in;</span><br /> +Keep me from slipping o'er precipice deep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laid for all in Valley of Sin.</span><br /> +Then journey to Starworld she finds full of thorns,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sore-pressed on the way by life's care,</span><br /> +Till crieth she, "Saviour, though saving Thy Cross,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its burdens most grievous to bear".</span><br /><br /> + +Life's duties demanding a sacrificed heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By trials hedged on either side,</span><br /> +Yet beauty of holies celestial with love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I long for thee what e'er betide.</span><br /> +Her Saviour upholding, foes dropping by way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She trustingly presses her flight,</span><br /> +When sin all surrendered and laid upon Cross<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In peace with Christ enters Lovelight.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Land_of_Love" id="The_Land_of_Love" /><b>The Land of Love.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/w.png" align="left" border="0" alt="W" /></td><td> +e are told of a beautiful land of love,<br /> +Of bright jeweled mansions in blue skies above;<br /> +Of mansions that glitter with diamonds and gold;<br /> +While air of sweet odors their fair walls enfold,<br /> +Of heavenly music, soft, thrilling, divine,<br /> +Fountains that sparkle, and bright suns that shine,<br /> +Birds of gay plumage with song fill the air,<br /> +Flowers all lovely and crowns with gems rare.<br /><br /> + +All this we are told and many things more,<br /> +Of Heaven's fair Jordan, an evergreen shore;<br /> +Its golden gates ever are standing ajar,<br /> +Where fall huge burdens we have carried so far;<br /> +Shining-robed angels there welcome us home,<br /> +Joyously lead us through fair fields to roam;<br /> +Heaven alive with sweet praises shall ring,<br /> +We bow at the throne of our Saviour and King.<br /><br /> + +Blessings there are bestowed just suited to all,<br /> +No more vain regrets, no more tears to fall,<br /> +No hearts there to ache, no sins to repent,<br /> +No leaving of friends, nor wrongs to resent,<br /> +No asking of bread to be given a stone,<br /> +No needle-worn fingers that ache to the bone,<br /> +From this fair land all life's cares have flown,<br /> +Queen happiness reigns and love is her crown.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="For_I_Long_to_be_There" id="For_I_Long_to_be_There" /><b>For I Long to be There.</b></h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/d.png" align="left" border="0" alt="D" /></td><td> +ear Father in Heaven, to Thee I would raise<br /> +A petition, and speak to Thy bountiful praise.<br /> +At Thy throne of grace I would offer one prayer:<br /> +Take me to Thyself, for I long to be there.<br /><br /> + +Dear Saviour, I plead, Thou art tender and kind,<br /> +O'er flowing with love, for me Thou canst find<br /> +A safe resting place, that is free from all care;<br /> +Press me to Thy heart, for I long to be there.<br /><br /> + +Fair angels of light, who with melodies sweet<br /> +Make beautiful homes a celestial retreat,<br /> +In happiness pure, a full part I would share,<br /> +I'd come to your home, for I long to be there.<br /><br /> + +While pleasures are few and hope but a name,<br /> +While worldliness reigns o'er all things the same,<br /> +Our joys are in dreams of bright Eden fair,<br /> +I'd flee to Thy rest, for I long to be there.<br /><br /> + +I am weary of life, the burdened-filled day,<br /> +On the echoless shore in peace I would stray,<br /> +Forgetting all sorrow for Christ will it bear,<br /> +O take me to Jesus, for I long to be there.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Golden_Gates" id="Golden_Gates" /><b>Golden Gates.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/s.png" align="left" border="0" alt="S" /></td><td> +ometime the golden gates will lift,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I know not how nor when 'twill be,</span><br /> +My soul, the one immortal gift,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will stand beside the changeless sea.</span><br /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">CHORUS.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A soul would come before the throne;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out, O bells, in rapturous tone.</span><br /><br /> + +Sometime this poor world's light will fade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll walk alone the unknown way,</span><br /> +But Christ my sins long since hath paid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My home was purchased Easter day.</span><br /><br /> + +Sometime the silver cloud will break,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While glory pure my spirit thrills,</span><br /> +We'll see our friends, the crystal lake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rest in sweet peace by love-lit rills.</span><br /><br /> + +Sometime my cross a crown will prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sometime my tears will jewels be,</span><br /> +Sometime all doubts Christ will remove—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blest be the time, eternity!</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Hope_Beyond" id="Hope_Beyond" /><b>Hope Beyond.</b></h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/r.png" align="left" border="0" alt="R" /></td><td>ing out, oh, ye bells, in soft measured chime,<br /> +Sweet melodies breathe in rythmetric rhyme,<br /> +The murmuring winds bring song from afar,<br /> +For one we have loved is crossing the bar.<br /><br /> + +Ring gently, ye bells, the soul on its way,<br /> +Would not be disturbed by discordant lay;<br /> +In peace it would stem the river that flows<br /> +O'er rocks crimsoned by humanity's woes.<br /><br /> + +Ring slowly, Oh, bells, death's pitiless dream<br /> +Rolls eagerly on, a maddening stream;<br /> +The sufferer sighs for a haven of rest.<br /> +And longs to be borne to homes for the blest.<br /><br /> + +Ring thoughtfully, bells, a prayer would ascend<br /> +To Father of love, this soul to befriend.<br /> +While waiting, a voice is waft o'er the sea—<br /> +"Hast heard of a Christ? He speaks—I am He."<br /><br /> + +Ring peacefully, bells, the wanderer soothe,<br /> +In lullaby song, as in cradle of youth;<br /> +No whispering doubts, no question of whence,<br /> +Outpouring to mar, of love calling hence.<br /><br /> + +Ring joyfully, bells, no tempests now toss—<br /> +The Valley of Death is lit by a Cross.<br /> +Ring glad happy strains of love's richest song,<br /> +Our dear one has fled with a heavenly throng.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Ministering_Soul" id="The_Ministering_Soul" /><b>The Ministering Soul.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/o.png" align="left" border="0" alt="O" /></td> +<td>n Canaan's fairest borders, in thought, I seemed to stand,<br /> +I'd left my broken palace for this long-wished-for land.<br /> +On earth for me they're mourning, friends weeping sad and low,<br /> +It seemed the bells were sobbing, my joy there none could know.<br /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">CHORUS.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Most Gracious King, One Lord in Three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">All Heaven in anthems rung,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hosanna, praise, triumphantly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Rejoice for the lost Christ won.</span><br /><br /> + +On earth, loved ones were sighing around my vacant chair,<br /> +Our risen Lord forgetting, smiles turn to lines of care;<br /> +In Heaven the waves of gladness, from gate to gate doth roll,<br /> +And Christ now changed my spirit into a ministering soul.<br /><br /> + +From beauties of Christ's kingdom, I came to earth by night,<br /> +To mine I whispered comfort, breathed of celestial light;<br /> +I hovered near the aged, who sorrowed till the end,<br /> +And soothed the restless slumbers of those who knew no friend.<br /><br /> + +Into the lowly dwellings, where mother's cheeks grew pale,<br /> +I kissed the fading forehead, and hushed the infant's wail;<br /> +The wrath of men appeasing, to weary laborers gave<br /> +A greeting smile, and told them Christ came on earth to save.<br /><br /> + +Moan not, O bells, but joyous ring out your Christian souls,<br /> +Eternity, all wondrous, brightly to them unfolds;<br /> +From death to life their changing, let glorias float afar,<br /> +Our loved, our lost, are watching, within the gates ajar.<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Transition" id="Transition" /><b>Transition.</b></h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/t.png" align="left" border="0" alt="T" /></td><td> +he home of my soul, worn and weary<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pierced by the rocks of old time,</span><br /> +The windows grown dim and the key-boards<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were mute to the wind's whispered chime.</span><br /> +The pillars were trembling; the pitcher<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was full to the brim, running o'er</span><br /> +With burdens, hurled oft' at the fountain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And closed were the gates evermore.</span><br /><br /> + +Old castle of hopes and of tempests,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I bid thee a loving adieu,</span><br /> +Thou sheltered me oft' from the cloud-bursts,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The winds blowing fiercely on you.</span><br /> +My soul now arises on pinions,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wings through terrestial space,</span><br /> +By planets all gleaming with starlight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I stand with my Lord, face to face.</span><br /><br /> + +O, Master, I cry, the old temple,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou gavest on earth passed away,</span><br /> +I come to thee houseless, unsheltered,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hast room in Thy mansion to-day?</span><br /> +I left Mother Earth in the night-watch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And travelled alone to thy gate,</span><br /> +Hast mercy for me, dearest Master,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do I plead for thy pardon too late?</span><br /><br /> + +Dear Master, sore trials beset me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My feet slipping oft' by the way,</span><br /> +Temptations and doubt, overwhelming,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Thee, led me often astray.</span><br /> +My cross was oft' covered with roses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just hiding the sly, cruel thorn,</span><br /> +My homestead built out of dust only,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has crumbled; to-day I am born.</span><br /><br /> + +Just born in the light of thy kingdom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hast house in thy domain to give?</span><br /> +A homestead to fill with the loved ones,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where with Thee in peace we may live.</span><br /> +I know that my spirit is earth-stained,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd wash it in yon flowing stream,</span><br /> +I've come, oh my Saviour, all broken,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are hopes to be only a dream?</span><br /><br /> + +He turned with a look of compassion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His voice, as sweet waters and low,</span><br /> +My child, I've a palace built for thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which time nor rude winds can o'erthrow.</span><br /> +I've watched thee in all of thy wanderings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en when thy homestead of clay fell;</span><br /> +I list for thy knock at our portals,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heard thee faintly ask, "Is all well?"</span><br /><br /> + +When doubts have assailed, I would press thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sorrow, stood oft' by thy side;</span><br /> +I've quelled maddened waves as they dashed thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soul, ring heaven's bells and abide.</span><br /> +Thy footsteps shall fall in soft places,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by mirrored waters can'st roam;</span><br /> +Thy kindred, thy Father, shall greet thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To peace, beauty, love,—welcome home.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="Peace" id="Peace" /><b>Peace.</b></h2> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="stanza"> +<tr><td valign="top"><img src="images/f.png" align="left" border="0" alt="F" /></td><td> +ather, before Thee I am kneeling<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In gratitude and love,</span><br /> +Sad, weary years I sought, appealing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For succor from above.</span><br /> +My cries seemed wild as unavailing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Before Thy chastening rod,</span><br /> +My spirit in the strife oft failing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To trust Thee, O my God!</span><br /><br /> + +When floods of sorrow o'er me sweeping,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thy hand I could not see;</span><br /> +Then Thou, when heart and strength were yielding,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bade me to cling to thee.</span><br /> +Strength from Thy promise gave endurance<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To stem, to cross the flood;</span><br /> +I thank Thee; rest in blest assurance<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of Jesus' cleansing blood.</span><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Mary Alice Walton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + +***** This file should be named 14871-h.htm or 14871-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/4/8/7/14871/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems + A Message of Hope + +Author: Mary Alice Walton + +Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14871] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: Irregularities in spelling have been retained as found +in the original text.] + + + +POEMS + +BY + +MARY ALICE WALTON + + + + +TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER + + + + + +Copyrighted 1910 by Mary Alice Walton + + + + +~Preface.~ + + +The Poems contained in this booklet composed when ill, and either blind or +nearly so, are given to the public for the purpose of strengthening faith +in God. Those outlining in part, a life that has been more than filled by +the disciplinarian, sorrow, are but a glimpse of the many heavy crosses +borne. In my retrospection I can only believe the Father deemed me worthy +to be tested, at the same time giving wonderful revelations of Himself and +many answers to prayer. Thanks be to Him, that I was brought through the +fire with unshaken faith in Christ, for this end, to prove that those who +stand firm in faith will not only be given a victory, but be brought to a +greater joy and fellowship with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. + +Life's battles well waged, victoriously fought, +Rich jewels of pearls in Cross will be wrought; +E'er trusting in One who knoweth no wrong, +Forever we'll live in Land of the Strong. + +THE AUTHOR. + + + + +~The Cross of Pearls.~ + + +Gethsemane, how oft, grown dim, +With bleeding hearts, unpardoned sin, +A Cross with pearls, and gems inlaid, +God's gift of love, the price prepaid. + +These precious pearls were once a tear, +Repentant sighs, a hope, a fear, +But rough seas washed and jewels grew +Until the Cross was pearly hue. + +Unnumbered are the pearls and fair, +If burdens of the weary share; +And deeply wrought with threads of gold, +If smiles of peace suppress our woe. + +To help Thee, Christ, in saving world, +Forgetting self is rarest pearl, +That brightly glows when righting wrong, +Assisting souls in Thee grow strong. + +The Cross that Thou so freely bare +Is covered o'er with pearls of prayer; +On Cross of Love all hopes are stayed, +Each time it's kissed a pearl's inlaid. + + + + +~The Solitary Lament.~ + + +The terrors of night have fallen on me, +The shadow of forms no longer I see, +Eyes that have lingered on objects of light +Are now ever closed by day and by night; +As time passes on I shed bitter tears, +Wearily waiting these many long years, +Oftentimes waking from dreaming to find +Nothing but gloom--I am helpless and blind. + +Of all earthly joys I am nearly bereft, +No pleasure of friends, alone I am left, +Kind hearts there are some, though many, alas! +Send a curious gaze toward me as they pass; +One visitor daily--a small ray of sun +Just crossing my face, it gladly doth run-- +Bringing me news of the weather and time, +And memories sweet of my own sunny clime. + +They've taken my children away from their home, +For care, to them mother love is unknown; +Their smiles and caresses to strangers are given, +Alone, in despair, my fond heart is riven; +O! tell me, kind angels, shall I ever recover +To care for my children and heart-broken mother? +While sadly I'm thinking of joys that have passed, +For days like my childhood, in mercy I ask. + +How strange seems the quiet, how foreign to one +Who reveled in beauty, in pleasure, and fun; +As healthy and happy and merry as May, +School-books in hand, I would hasten away. +But, listen! What noises are those that I hear? +In the silence strange fancies awaken my fear, +And terrible phantoms of lunatics try +To glare o'er my couch and stifle my cry. + +Welcome, O! Death, do not leave me alone, +The future's unkind and hopes are all flown; +In pain and in anguish my sorrow untold; +In age most a child, yet in trouble grown old. +But God in His mercy one bright hope has given-- +Saviour to love and rest in dear Heaven; +There beautiful music and many things fair, +While voices of loved ones with song fill the air. + + + + +~Under the Rod.~ + + +Blind and helpless alone I wait; +The way seems dark and prayers too late, +My anguished soul sends forth the cry, +Father save me, ere I die; +Save me for my children small, +Leave them not to sin and fall, +Sending forth the saddened call, + Mother, come back, mother! + +Blind and helpless days wear by, +Sick and friendless, left to die; +The darkness deepens as I grope, +Afraid to live, afraid to hope; +They tell me of a better land, +Lord, I cannot see Thy hand, +Around me steals an icy band, + Save me or I perish. + + + + +~Waiting, Ever Waiting.~ + + +Waiting, dreaming, waiting, by some flowing mystic rill, +Waiting, hoping, waiting, strong desires my spirit fill; + Waiting, restless waiting, Oh! could I join the busy throng, + Waiting, patient waiting, for right to triumph over wrong. + +Waiting, weary waiting, as the hours creep slowly by, +Waiting, sadly waiting, unnoticed by those passing nigh; + Waiting, daily waiting, with fire alive in heart and brain, + Waiting, yearly waiting, seeming but to wait for pain. + +Waiting, striving, waiting, wisdom's goal I feign would win, +Waiting, weeping, waiting, ever bearing Adam's sin; + Waiting, vainly waiting, the race is for the swift and strong; + Waiting, sighing, waiting, pouring forth my grief in song. + +Waiting, fearing, waiting, while the shadows gather deep, +Waiting, doubting, waiting, down the rocky cliffs they creep; + Waiting, longing, waiting, for man's promises not filled, + Waiting, trusting, waiting, Jesus speaks and all is stilled. + + + + +~To My Daughter.~ + +LINES RECEIVED FROM MY MOTHER. + + +My child, the cold dews of evening are 'round thee, + Bereft of thy sight, +And dark lines of sorrow and trials surround thee + By day and by night. + +To-day I am sitting so dreary and lonely, + Heart-sick and in pain, +And wishing 'twere Heaven's will I could only + Once see thee again. + +If so, I could bear all the pain and the sorrow + Of life and its cares, +And not fill the hours of the coming to-morrow + With sighs and with tears. + +Like you, many hopes of the future I cherished + When free from life's care, +Just so, all my brightest fond visions have perished + Like mists in the air. + +I still hope that God in His merciful kindness + Thy sight will restore, +And permit thee when perfectly healed of thy blindness + To see us once more. + +But restore thee or not, one hope I will cherish + At home and abroad, +That I may submit to my fate, though I perish, + And trust in my God. + + + + +~Providence Hospital.~ + + +In our own native land a Hospital stands, + Its praises I faintly would speak; +To me it seems grand, enclosed in love's bands + By the Sisters of Charity meek. + +These Sisters are lowly and humble and holy, + All striving their God to obey; +They watch o'er the poorly, while dreaming they surely + Can all of their sufferings allay. + +Heaven's blessings are resting on them as they're testing + Their freedom from sorrow and sin, +And God will uphold them and angels enfold them, + Till a heavenly crown they will win. + +My happiness lost on the world tempest-tossed, + Weary and heart-sick with pain, +Providently I came to Providence by name, + Where my health I did quickly regain. + +In language though weak my thoughts I would speak, + My gratitude is without bounds, +To my nurses while blind and physicians so kind, + And the owners of Providence grounds. + + + + +~The Photograph.~ + + +Suspending night with threads of light the sun with signals bold, +Flashed o'er to moon his mate on high, and wondrous secret told; +Together they a photograph of mother earth would make, +When midnight dropped her curtains low and watching stars locked gate. + +I'll picture on thy pale round face an image vast, complete, +Of pondrous size with oceans wild and mountains high and steep, +A hurling mass of seething lakes, while outward beauties fold +It round and o'er with nature's green, and tinted crusts of gold. + +Quite pleased with thought fair lady moon laughed in merry glee, +And begged the secret not reveal but plan all quietly; +Appointing hour and length of time, arranging for the place, +Then hiding lights at midnight bells, when earth passed o'er her face. + +While swinging to a silvered chord attached to heaven's dome, +To and fro 'mid seas of stars and spirit worlds unknown, +Earth onward swept with mighty bounds, measured space, and soon +At place appointed and the hour she hovered near the moon. + +But scheming of the comrades bright to her had been revealed, +With telescopes and lenses strong, were millions on the field +Of spots and specks as showered sand, by fays called wo and man, +Who gazed with awe at wondrous sight, earth pictured in moonland. + +Inspiring vision piled on high in masses huge and dense; +Where camest thou? thou ragged ball thrown out from time, and whence +Doth thou intend to fathom realms of endless space and years? +Art weary of thy dizzy flights? Are rolling seas thy tears? + +The silence mocks the questions sighed, and nought but shadows fall; +The picture made the fairies fade, with dying notes they call. +Doth see the Hand that holds the key? Eclipse of moon they sing, +Go, nations, to thy dreamland couch, and ponder o'er this thing. + + + + +~Midnight Thoughts.~ + + +In silent hours of midnight while earth is wrapped in dreams, +I ponder o'er my present life--how desolate it seems. +Through wakeful hours I scan each page penned in despair and grief, +Then turn to my loved childhood's home for comfort and relief. + +A cottage white was standing there among the grand old hills. +And 'midst the spreading shady trees were songs of laughing rills. +In that dear home my parents lived, my brothers large and small, +With uncles, aunts and cousins near, and I the pet of all. + +But listen! 'tis my childrens' call, I hear their plaintive prayer, +In fancy now I press soft cheeks and fondly stroke fair hair. +Wide seas may roll between us, yet my darlings will life brave, +Perchance be folded to my heart, or kiss their mother's grave. + + + + +~Some Mother's Boy.~ + + +The battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm, +The hills and dales are clouded o'er, troops gather in alarm; +With winds is mingled sighing prayer from many a sinking brave; +A youth obeying duty's call, a life his country gave. + +A soldier boy's dying cry is heard amid the roar +Of battle strife; surround with slain he falls to rise no more. +Some mother's boy! it matters not if clad in blue or gray, +If fighting for the right or wrong, is hurried to his grave. + +Amid the beats of drum and fife, his pillow but a sod, +With folded hands and marble brow, his soul returns to God. +Some mother's boy is resting where the lonely willows weep, +And voices waft with waving trees, while angels watch him sleep. + +Now comes along the highway a dusty tramp forlorn, +A tattered coat conceals beneath a bent and aged form, +With hardened weary visage, a bell he faintly rings; +The air is rent with pitying notes, an angel softly sings. + +Upon this frozen nature no love for years has shown; +His life is made of cruel words, and knows no kindly tone; +And could you see into his past, as mother clasped her boy, +He then was innocent and fair--her pride, her hope, her joy. + +She never dreamed her darling child a weary tramp would be, +For o'er his tasks or youthful sports he laughed in childish glee; +Perhaps he sinned, but, O! forget, for suffering must repay, +And someone's boy has now become wretched, old and gray. + +Within a large and gilded hall a revel wild is held, +The sound of oaths and laughter loud upon the breezes swell; +A man is seen with bloated face come reeling to the streets; +He turns his fierce and lurid eyes as friends he loudly greets. + +Some mother's boy has fallen low, we hear the broken sob +Of angels who have watched for years his footsteps turn from God. +Someone's prayers have oft been made o'er him in childhood's day, +When, rocked in love, he knew no wrong, a smiling infant lay. + +Some mother's tears have freely flowed, and lonely vigils kept; +Some mother's heart has often bled while others coldly slept; +Some mother suffers for the wrong, and angels sadly weep +Whene'er some careless, wayward son has sown what he must reap. + +A scaffold high with spreading arms on yonder height we see, +It waits to take its victim's life, exulting cruelly. +While zephyr's blow, birds hover o'er a soul in dire distress, +With troubled gaze breathes out a prayer. Will God attend and bless? + +What matter if he's clothed in sin, what matter if he's wild, +In foulest guilt? Remember, that, he is somebody's child. +We cannot tell how hard he strove to shun temptation's snare; +How often on his mother's breast he wept in his despair. + +How oft her lips had softly pressed his dimpled infant cheek, +How oft her hand in love caressed the sinless baby feet. +Then, strangers, pause and listen well; so might your own have been, +But Christ can freely pardon all, though scarlet be his sin. + +Some mother's boy! The sweet refrain is breathed in accents mild. +Some mother's boy! If bent and gray, if pure or all denied. +Some mother's boy! Soft bells repeat in sad and sweetest chime; +Some mother's boy! A mother sighs; perhaps he may be mine. + + + + +~The Gift.~ + + +God calls you, my Daughter--I hear the sweet voice +Of Jesus our Saviour, He would make you His choice, +To work in His vineyard, to teach in His name; +He'd give you the power, lost souls to reclaim. + +I give you, my darling, an offering to Him +Who died to redeem us, to save us from sin; +Be filled with His spirit, be strong in the strife, +Bring souls unto Jesus, in Christ there is life. + +And when all is over and we meet on the shore +Of Heaven's fair Jordan, to part nevermore, +With Christ ever present to soothe away tears, +All pain we'll forget of these sorrowful years. + + + + +~Thou Waters, Tell Me Why.~ + + +O'er rocks where sea waves wrestled, far from yon city's height +A woman walked 'mid shadows, and watched for morning light. +A woman strong with purpose, though burdened with life's care, +The silvered tints of starlight matched threads in gold-brown hair. + + CHORUS. + + But her heart and the waves grew restless, + As she thought of years gone by, + Of him she once loved truly-- + Cried, waters, tell me why, + Thou waters tell me why! + +Aged rocks lend me thy power 'gainst winds and tempest wild: +A woman's strife before me, I fain would be a child. +Long since 'twas said at parting, "Forever, love, good-bye." +And life merged into duty, Oh, waters, tell me why! + +While plaintive seas are calling, my heart for one doth yearn, +"Find love in kindly service," sweet fern leaves sighed, "Return." +Sad waves then cease thy moaning--let hope's resplendent rays +Imbue my heart with courage--God's love's with me always. + + + + +~Voices Hushed.~ + + +I stood in the mossy gateway, + And thought of years gone by; +Then tapped on latticed windows, + Heard naught only my sigh. + +The house was cold and empty-- + A stranger's home, they say; +The voices hushed of dear ones, + Loved footprints passed away. + +In fancy then I peopled + The place with moving life, +The halls again resounded, + With laughter, song and fife. + +In father's arms I nestle, + Caressing soft, dark hair; +I beg for one more story, + Or breathe my childhood's prayer. + +My heart cries out, when fancy + Brings mother back to me, +Her loving care o'er shadows + The past sweet memory. + +The house now grows resplendent + With joys of former scene, +My brothers loved so dearly, + And life a happy dream. + +Our uncle, kind and tender, + The cousins, buoyant, gay; +My playmates calling for me, + To school we his away. + +Awakened from my dreaming, + Time speaks of saddened years, +Two-score more, and voices hushed. + Flow now, ye pent-up tears! + +Oh, voices hushed, where art thou? + A stranger lone I stand. +Good-bye, good-bye, old homestead; + Farewell, sweet mystic band. + + + + +~Why I Love Them.~ + + +I would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours, +So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers, +Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance, +While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance. + +Then comes my son Ernest, an affectionate boy, +So true and so thoughtful, never aught but a joy, +E'er steady and happy, eyes earnest and clear; +His dear voice so merry, methinks I still hear. + +I would say of Marie, that she is very fair, +With ways of a lady, and golden-waved hair; +She scolds and laughs sweetly, while people all tell, +With curls and long lashes, she'll yet be a belle. + +Then rosy-cheeked Bertha, whose housewifely care +And womanly habits call forth praises rare; +Small, winsome maiden, whose large, tender heart, +To blame makes thee timid, thy tears swift to start. + +Tall, slender Celesta, whose spiritual face, +And excelling talents could a palace well grace; +Five faces so pretty, eyes brighter than gems, +And hearts kind and loving is why I love them. + + + + +~My First Gray Hair.~ + + +One day amid brown tresses there gleamed a silvery thread, +Life pages, past and present I wonderingly then read. +I saw a blithsome maiden, a child serenely fair, +A woman heavey laden now lifts her first gray hair. + + CHORUS. + + O silvery strand, thou soft kiss of time, + The beauties of youth are now past, are now past. + For evening of life are pleasures unknown, + 'Tis love, only love, that will last, that will last. + +Upon the shadowy threshold the small gray strand did lay, +And told the old, old story of ever changing day; +Within the mystic portals of life's near ending stream +I stood and pondered vaguely, if death were but a dream. + +I viewed the snow-white message and thought of bygone years, +The hopes, the waging conflicts, joys mingled oft' with tears. +Tell me, thou thing of pearl hue, what will the future greet? +Will paths be strewn with roses, or thistles tear my feet? + +A whisper floated near me in accents sweet and low, +"My child, what'er thy portion, if tares for thee will grow, +Thy soul keep pure and stainless, a crown thy brow shall wear, +'Twill shine with whitest tresses, that once was nut-brown hair." + + + + +~Life's Curtain Unrolled.~ + + +Glad boyish voices with merriment ring, +Two children with nought, as gayly they sing +Of burdensome care, their hearts as the bird +To mountains oft' soar in freedom, unstirred +By future, and what it furtively brings +Of pleasures, or grief, or life's bitter stings. +The shadowed cross e'er failing to see, +Thoughts flitting as bubbles on oft' changing sea. + +From childhood spring youths with fair open brows, +Surrounded by all earth ever allows +Of conquering fame, while life's deepest charm +They sip from the fount of love's laden balm. +Of treasures untold to reap they aspire, +At vanity's fair rich harvests acquire, +Over this vision in mystery toss, +A shadow that lifts, unveiling a cross. + +In wonder they gaze at spectre so white, +As softly it beams in silvery light, +'Mid silence it pleads--they pause all aghast-- +'Tis Jesus who calls, His Cross in their path, +Cross misty with tears, with sacrifice fraught, +While deeply inlaid with sorrows 'tis wrought, +Divided from world by widening stream +It leadeth through pain earth's conquests a gleam. + +Shall I? Shall I not? Self-questioned each youth, +Take up this Cross all laden with truth? +Shall lingering fear of poverty's vale, +The scoffing of friends if honors should fail, +Bar us accepting a promise of love +By way of the Cross--the gift from above? +Silently each life's curtain unfurled, +One bends to his Cross, one flees to the world. + +Two pictures are drawn on life's beaten page, +The faces once seen have ripened with age; +The purpose of each, their loved ones a dower, +And conflicts of life are wielding with power. +Surfeited was one with all earthly lusts, +His soul he'ed surrendered to prince of earth's trusts; +One bearing a Cross, e'er toiling for right, +Walking with Jesus in spirit waxed bright. + +There's pictured again in oft' changing scene, +A tottering form appears in the dream, +Furrowed his face from indulgence in sins, +Eternity lost, to gold fondly clings. +He'd bartered his soul a few years to live, +And sinking the grave has nothing to give, +Unloved and embittered e'en cross once refused, +Gleamed sadly through mists then slowly withdrew. + +Our vision once more life's curtain unrolled, +And walked beside one with jewels untold, +Unfurrowed his brow though whitened the hair, +Eternally blest when freed earthly care. +The cross he'd accepted oft' riven in tears, +And humble his walk through life's fleeting years, +Had given sweet peace as only those know +Who've tasted of wealth Christs' love doth bestow. + + + + +~The Chosen City.~ + + +On starlit height, distant 'gainst horizon, bright + The Way of the Cross is outlined, +By rocky steeps barren 'mid dangers unseen, + A narrow straight pathway doth wind. +The sighing winds whisper of sacrifice, toil, + And foot-prints where pilgrims have trod +Are crimson and tear-washed, where fissures are rent + Wierd spirits of pain flit abroad. + +A woman in sadness e'er watching this Cross + Revealed in the morn of her life, +To travel o'er mountains alone through the storm + Means suffering and wearisome strife. +'Mid pitfalls of doubtings and barriers high, + A valley called Vale of Delight, +Appears to her vision, its beauties aglow + With charms all alluring to sight. + +Its meadows are tinted by golden-hued lights, + Unruffled its waters, they chime +With harmonic singing, while world-wedded dance + To musical rhythm and time. +Red wine floweth freely, with jingle of gold + Jests mingle with laughter so gay, +In Vale of Delight merry banquets and balls + Turn quickly the night into day. + +The woman enraptured by dazzling display-- + Yet holiness loveth and right-- +Back to the mountains she turneth her gaze, + There gleaming through mists beyond heights, +Is glittering sheen of sparkling gemmed spires, + A city of pearls beyond steeps; +But Calvary's Cross is path to its gate, + In sorrow she bitterly weeps. + +In Vale of Delight seems earthly repose, + And freedom from sorrow and pain; +But pleadings of Jesus appeal to her heart, + In City of Lovelight doth reign. +His spirit so gentle o'er floweth with good, + With kindliest tokens of love; +The promise He giveth beyond vale of tears-- + Eternal abiding above. + +To City of Holies she pleads with her Lord, + Help me in Thy mercy come in; +Keep me from slipping o'er precipice deep, + Laid for all in Valley of Sin. +Then journey to Starworld she finds full of thorns, + Sore-pressed on the way by life's care, +Till crieth she, "Saviour, though saving Thy Cross, + Its burdens most grievous to bear". + +Life's duties demanding a sacrificed heart + By trials hedged on either side, +Yet beauty of holies celestial with love, + I long for thee what e'er betide. +Her Saviour upholding, foes dropping by way, + She trustingly presses her flight, +When sin all surrendered and laid upon Cross + In peace with Christ enters Lovelight. + + + + +~The Land of Love.~ + + +We are told of a beautiful land of love, +Of bright jeweled mansions in blue skies above; +Of mansions that glitter with diamonds and gold; +While air of sweet odors their fair walls enfold, +Of heavenly music, soft, thrilling, divine, +Fountains that sparkle, and bright suns that shine, +Birds of gay plumage with song fill the air, +Flowers all lovely and crowns with gems rare. + +All this we are told and many things more, +Of Heaven's fair Jordan, an evergreen shore; +Its golden gates ever are standing ajar, +Where fall huge burdens we have carried so far; +Shining-robed angels there welcome us home, +Joyously lead us through fair fields to roam; +Heaven alive with sweet praises shall ring, +We bow at the throne of our Saviour and King. + +Blessings there are bestowed just suited to all, +No more vain regrets, no more tears to fall, +No hearts there to ache, no sins to repent, +No leaving of friends, nor wrongs to resent, +No asking of bread to be given a stone, +No needle-worn fingers that ache to the bone, +From this fair land all life's cares have flown, +Queen happiness reigns and love is her crown. + + + + +~For I Long to be There.~ + +Dear Father in Heaven, to Thee I would raise +A petition, and speak to Thy bountiful praise. +At Thy throne of grace I would offer one prayer: +Take me to Thyself, for I long to be there. + +Dear Saviour, I plead, Thou art tender and kind, +O'er flowing with love, for me Thou canst find +A safe resting place, that is free from all care; +Press me to Thy heart, for I long to be there. + +Fair angels of light, who with melodies sweet +Make beautiful homes a celestial retreat, +In happiness pure, a full part I would share, +I'd come to your home, for I long to be there. + +While pleasures are few and hope but a name, +While worldliness reigns o'er all things the same, +Our joys are in dreams of bright Eden fair, +I'd flee to Thy rest, for I long to be there. + +I am weary of life, the burdened-filled day, +On the echoless shore in peace I would stray, +Forgetting all sorrow for Christ will it bear, +O take me to Jesus, for I long to be there. + + + + +~Golden Gates.~ + + +Sometime the golden gates will lift, + I know not how nor when 'twill be, +My soul, the one immortal gift, + Will stand beside the changeless sea. + + CHORUS. + + Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates, + A soul would come before the throne; + Lift up, ye gates, ye golden gates, + Ring out, O bells, in rapturous tone. + +Sometime this poor world's light will fade, + I'll walk alone the unknown way, +But Christ my sins long since hath paid, + My home was purchased Easter day. + +Sometime the silver cloud will break, + While glory pure my spirit thrills, +We'll see our friends, the crystal lake, + Rest in sweet peace by love-lit rills. + +Sometime my cross a crown will prove, + Sometime my tears will jewels be, +Sometime all doubts Christ will remove-- + Blest be the time, eternity! + + + + +~Hope Beyond.~ + +Ring out, oh, ye bells, in soft measured chime, +Sweet melodies breathe in rythmetric rhyme, +The murmuring winds bring song from afar, +For one we have loved is crossing the bar. + +Ring gently, ye bells, the soul on its way, +Would not be disturbed by discordant lay; +In peace it would stem the river that flows +O'er rocks crimsoned by humanity's woes. + +Ring slowly, Oh, bells, death's pitiless dream +Rolls eagerly on, a maddening stream; +The sufferer sighs for a haven of rest. +And longs to be borne to homes for the blest. + +Ring thoughtfully, bells, a prayer would ascend +To Father of love, this soul to befriend. +While waiting, a voice is waft o'er the sea-- +"Hast heard of a Christ? He speaks--I am He." + +Ring peacefully, bells, the wanderer soothe, +In lullaby song, as in cradle of youth; +No whispering doubts, no question of whence, +Outpouring to mar, of love calling hence. + +Ring joyfully, bells, no tempests now toss-- +The Valley of Death is lit by a Cross. +Ring glad happy strains of love's richest song, +Our dear one has fled with a heavenly throng. + + + + +~The Ministering Soul.~ + + +On Canaan's fairest borders, in thought, I seemed to stand, +I'd left my broken palace for this long-wished-for land. +On earth for me they're mourning, friends weeping sad and low, +It seemed the bells were sobbing, my joy there none could know. + + CHORUS. + + Most Gracious King, One Lord in Three, + All Heaven in anthems rung, + Hosanna, praise, triumphantly, + Rejoice for the lost Christ won. + +On earth, loved ones were sighing around my vacant chair, +Our risen Lord forgetting, smiles turn to lines of care; +In Heaven the waves of gladness, from gate to gate doth roll, +And Christ now changed my spirit into a ministering soul. + +From beauties of Christ's kingdom, I came to earth by night, +To mine I whispered comfort, breathed of celestial light; +I hovered near the aged, who sorrowed till the end, +And soothed the restless slumbers of those who knew no friend. + +Into the lowly dwellings, where mother's cheeks grew pale, +I kissed the fading forehead, and hushed the infant's wail; +The wrath of men appeasing, to weary laborers gave +A greeting smile, and told them Christ came on earth to save. + +Moan not, O bells, but joyous ring out your Christian souls, +Eternity, all wondrous, brightly to them unfolds; +From death to life their changing, let glorias float afar, +Our loved, our lost, are watching, within the gates ajar. + + + + +~Transition.~ + +The home of my soul, worn and weary, + And pierced by the rocks of old time, +The windows grown dim and the key-boards + Were mute to the wind's whispered chime. +The pillars were trembling; the pitcher + Was full to the brim, running o'er +With burdens, hurled oft' at the fountain, + And closed were the gates evermore. + +Old castle of hopes and of tempests, + I bid thee a loving adieu, +Thou sheltered me oft' from the cloud-bursts, + The winds blowing fiercely on you. +My soul now arises on pinions, + And wings through terrestial space, +By planets all gleaming with starlight, + I stand with my Lord, face to face. + +O, Master, I cry, the old temple, + Thou gavest on earth passed away, +I come to thee houseless, unsheltered, + Hast room in Thy mansion to-day? +I left Mother Earth in the night-watch, + And travelled alone to thy gate, +Hast mercy for me, dearest Master, + Do I plead for thy pardon too late? + +Dear Master, sore trials beset me, + My feet slipping oft' by the way, +Temptations and doubt, overwhelming, + From Thee, led me often astray. +My cross was oft' covered with roses, + Just hiding the sly, cruel thorn, +My homestead built out of dust only, + Has crumbled; to-day I am born. + +Just born in the light of thy kingdom, + Hast house in thy domain to give? +A homestead to fill with the loved ones, + Where with Thee in peace we may live. +I know that my spirit is earth-stained, + I'd wash it in yon flowing stream, +I've come, oh my Saviour, all broken, + Are hopes to be only a dream? + +He turned with a look of compassion, + His voice, as sweet waters and low, +My child, I've a palace built for thee, + Which time nor rude winds can o'erthrow. +I've watched thee in all of thy wanderings, + E'en when thy homestead of clay fell; +I list for thy knock at our portals, + Heard thee faintly ask, "Is all well?" + +When doubts have assailed, I would press thee, + In sorrow, stood oft' by thy side; +I've quelled maddened waves as they dashed thee, + Soul, ring heaven's bells and abide. +Thy footsteps shall fall in soft places, + And by mirrored waters can'st roam; +Thy kindred, thy Father, shall greet thee, + To peace, beauty, love,--welcome home. + + + + +~Peace.~ + + +Father, before Thee I am kneeling + In gratitude and love, +Sad, weary years I sought, appealing + For succor from above. +My cries seemed wild as unavailing + Before Thy chastening rod, +My spirit in the strife oft failing + To trust Thee, O my God! + +When floods of sorrow o'er me sweeping, + Thy hand I could not see; +Then Thou, when heart and strength were yielding, + Bade me to cling to thee. +Strength from Thy promise gave endurance + To stem, to cross the flood; +I thank Thee; rest in blest assurance + Of Jesus' cleansing blood. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Mary Alice Walton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + +***** This file should be named 14871.txt or 14871.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/4/8/7/14871/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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