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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Zephyrs - With an introduction - -Author: Kate R. Stiles - -Release Date: November 15, 2022 [eBook #69365] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Carla Foust and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at - https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images - generously made available by The Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ZEPHYRS *** - - - - - -ZEPHYRS - -WITH AN INTRODUCTION - -BY - -KATE R. STILES. - - - - - Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879, - BY KATE R. STILES, - in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. - - WORCESTER: - A. B. ADAMS, Printer. - 392 Main Street. - - - - -ZEPHYRS. - - -To my angel Effie, the memory of whose life is an inspiration, I -dedicate this little volume. - - - - -INTRODUCTION. - - -At the earnest solicitation of many dear friends, I present this little -volume of poems before the public, not expecting it will bear the test -of severe criticism. I am not vain enough to suppose that these little -“Zephyrs” will sweep over the spirit with the power of the strong -breezes, which are wafted to the soul from the poems of a Longfellow or -a Whittier. - -Yet, although among the greater lights, the lesser may not prevail, -they may, perchance, send out occasional gleams, which shall serve to -brighten the way for a few hearts. - - KATE R. STILES. - -May, 1879. - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - PAGE. - - The Dead, 5 - - Clover Blossoms, 6 - - Lines Written on a Stormy Night, 8 - - Lake Quinsigamond, 10 - - Lines Written for the Re-union of Pastor & People, 13 - - Hope, 15 - - The Shipwreck, 16 - - Pansies, 21 - - Little Joe, A Christmas Story, 23 - - The Infinite Love, 27 - - Lines on the Death of a Young Man, 28 - - The Flight of the Robin, 34 - - Musings, 38 - - The Sabbath Bell, 39 - - Words, 41 - - The Postman, 43 - - The Triumph of Truth, 45 - - Memorial Day, 47 - - Be True, 49 - - Bayard Taylor, 51 - - The Husking Party, 53 - - Autumn Leaves, 56 - - Birthday Lines, 58 - - No Room for the Children, 61 - - Inspiration, 63 - - Out of the Depths, 67 - - Life, 72 - - The Babe’s Mission, 73 - - Sweep Clean, 75 - - Castles in the Air, 77 - - Sunbeams, 78 - - Lift up the Fallen, 79 - - Why Tarry Ye Spring-time, 80 - - Invocation, 81 - - - - -THE DEAD. - - - Call them not dead, who leave the earthly for the heavenly state. - Theirs is a life more real than ours; - And, while we weep for them such bitter, bitter tears, - They come to us with words of light and cheer; - Bidding us wait in patience till our work on earth is done. - Then shall we join them in that higher life, - Where all which now seems full of deep, deep, mystery, - Shall be unfolded to our view; and we shall see - That all the discipline of our earth life was needed, - To fit our souls for knowledge infinitely greater, and far more - glorious - Than mortal mind can e’er attain. - - - - -CLOVER BLOSSOMS. - - - Pretty little clover, with your flowers so fair, - Filling with their sweetness all the summer air; - Sad it is to see you crushed by careless feet, - Pretty little clover, with your blossoms sweet. - - Grows the pretty clover everywhere we look; - All along the roadside--by the running brook. - Beautiful and fragrant, are these little flowers. - Ah! how we should miss them from this world of ours! - - Pretty little clover--scorned because you grow - Without care or coaxing--making little show. - Yet your flowers are sweeter than the rose or pink; - Modest little clover--this is what I think. - - There are many lives in this world of ours, - Crushed, and scorned, and slighted - Like these pretty flowers. - Throwing out their sweetness on the desert air, - Only seen by Him, who seeth everywhere. - - - - -LINES WRITTEN ON A STORMY NIGHT. - - - Let the wintry breezes blow! - What care we? - Cold or heat, rain, hail or snow; - Oh what care we? - Life is full of brightness still, - All may find it if they will, - Only say to every ill, - Oh what care we? - - Oft our cup is upside down, - But what care we? - It will do no good to frown, - What care we? - Bravely bear it, as we should. - From the evil comes the good, - Grief’s but joy, misunderstood; - Then what care we? - - Though the world may not approve us, - What care we? - There’s a Heaven of love above us; - Then what care we? - God is with His children ever; - Helping on each grand endeavor. - Fear not then: but answer ever, - Oh what care we? - - - - -LAKE QUINSIGAMOND. - - - Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen, - Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween; - Tales of the years long since gone by, - When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh; - When over thy waters fair and blue, - The red man sailed in his birch canoe; - When no step but his was heard on thy shore - As he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er. - Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow, - Fair and beautiful as now. - - Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day, - As over thy waters, the young and gay - Float along in merry glee, - Caring little for what is to be - As they send their laughter thy waters o’er, - Till its echo resounds from shore to shore? - Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening ear - Than the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear? - Beautiful lake, tell me I pray - What dost thou think of life to-day? - - Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear, - Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear; - For in thy dark and strong embrace - Lies many a well remembered face. - Only the Infinite and thou - Canst tell where rest these loved forms now; - But what matters it where the form may be - Since the spirit has risen unfettered and free? - This thou wert powerless to enfold, - Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold. - - Beautiful lake, I love to sit - On thy banks, and watch the white sails flit - And hear the laugh and the merry song - Of happy hearts as they glide along; - Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far, - Ere yet appears the evening star, - To watch the shadows come and go; - And gazing in thy depths below, - Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree, - Reflected in thy face to see. - - Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but we - Are not what we were, neither what we shall be, - From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day, - And thus will it be forever and aye; - For progression is part of the Infinite plan, - And has ever been, since creation began. - Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past, - May reflections of beauty, be over it cast; - Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree, - Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee. - - - - -LINES WRITTEN FOR THE RE-UNION OF PASTOR AND PEOPLE. - - - To-night, as in this pleasant home we meet, - The friends of former years once more to greet, - Memory is stirred; and, looking in each eye, - We scarce can feel so many years have glided by, - Since this dear friend and pastor, whom we love, - Pointed us to the paths which lead above. - As once again, we open memory’s book, - Giving the past a retrospective look, - Tenderly we turn the sacred pages o’er, - And read the record of the days of yore. - There have been changes in these homes since then, - For time is ever busy in the haunts of men, - And, mingling with the music of delight, - Are minor strains within our hearts to-night, - As we recall the voices hushed and still, - Of friends who rest on yonder churchyard hill, - Fathers and mothers who long since went o’er - The river we call death. From that near shore - We almost catch the greetings, as we stand; - And reaching over, clasp them by the hand. - But not the old alone, the young and gay, - Have vanished from our earthly homes away, - Their mission ended here, they find above - Some blessed service still, for those they love. - O, not in sadness would we view the past, - For over all a rainbow tint is cast; - The Hand that sends the sunshine and the rain, - Has on us each bestowed more joy than pain! - Were there no shadows in these lives of ours, - We could not fully prize the sunny hours. - Too much we’re prone to dwell upon the past! - The present is the moment! hold it fast! - There is no future--for all time is now; - Let us improve it;--while in faith we bow - To that which is, knowing it must be best; - Rejoice in what we see, and trust God for the rest. - So shall we each and every one--pastor and people, - Hear the words “Well done.” - - - - -HOPE. - - - Tho’ the pathway of life oftentimes seemeth drear - The rainbow of promise ere long shall appear! - The heaviest cloud hath a silvery sheen, - Altho’ through the darkness it may not be seen. - - O, then let us hope! for the time draweth near - When life’s many mysteries shall be made clear. - When hearts that are weary, and burdened with care, - In the “Rest that Remaineth,” shall each have a share. - - - - -THE SHIPWRECK. - - - A ship sailed out on the billowy sea, - Full freighted with precious souls; - And manned by a crew both gallant and free, - Who sing as the brave ship rolls. - - “O, a life on the sea--the foaming sea, - And a home on the rolling tide, - O, a sailor’s life is the life for me, - Yo heave,” they merrily cried! - - “Our boat is stanch, and tried and true, - And a captain brave have we. - Hurrah! Hurrah! we’re as jolly a crew - As sails on the bounding sea!” - - But their song is hushed, as they feel a shock - Which makes their stout hearts quail. - “O, God,” they cry, “The rock! the rock! - The ship has struck a gale!” - - Men, women and children rush on deck, - Their faces blanched with fear. - They clasp each other about the neck; - And they feel that death is near. - - “Go down! go down!” cries the captain brave, - “This is not the place for you. - I will do my best the ship to save; - She has a gallant crew.” - - But e’en while he spoke, above the blast - Was heard the fearful cry-- - “A leak! the ship is filling fast!” - And no earthly help was nigh. - - “Man the life-boat!” cries the captain brave - In a tone of firm command. - “Man the life-boat these lives to save! - And let every sailor stand, - - “Firm at his post, till I give the sign - For him to leave the ship. - All hope of rescue I now resign,” - He said, with quivering lip. - - They lowered the boat o’er the vessel’s side, - Down into the surging sea. - While over it swept the angry tide; - And they felt that only He - - Who holds the billows in His hand, - Could guide this bark so frail, - With its precious cargo, safe to land, - And help it outride the gale. - - Then over the side of that dreadful wreck - The passengers clambered fast; - Till the boat, which seemed like a tiny speck, - Was crowded full at last. - - At length all are gone, but the sailors brave, - Who await their captain’s word; - And soon, above the roaring wave, - His manly voice is heard. - - “Now go, my sailors! go,” he cried. - “You have been brave and true; - And oh, may God, your frail bark guide! - Adieu! brave lads, adieu!” - - “Nay, wait not for me; my place is here, - And firmly here will I - Stand at my post, without one fear - Whether I live or die!” - - Alone, upon that dreadful night, - They left that captain brave. - And, ere another morning’s light, - He found a watery grave. - - Ah! brave young heart! would that we all - Might be as brave and true; - As prompt to answer duty’s call, - As was that gallant crew. - - How few are the hearts, that bravely will stand - By the wreck of a human soul. - Holding on with a firm, loving clasp to the hand - As o’er it the dark billows roll. - - Perchance in smooth waters, our life-boat may glide, - While some tempest-tossed brother may be - Sinking into the dark waves of sin, by our side; - Down into the turbulent sea. - - Shall we stand idly by, without seeking to save - From a fate which far worse may be, - Than the fate of that captain, so gallant and brave, - Who was drowned in the depths of the sea. - - We each have a work for our brother to do. - “His keeper,” God made us to be. - O! then to our trust let us ever be true - As we sail over life’s stormy sea. - - - - -PANSIES. - - - Pansies! pansies! what can compare - With your varied colors so rich and rare? - - Beautiful flower--in thee I trace - The features of the human face. - - And when I look into thine eyes, - They greet me, with a glad surprise. - - I love to touch thy velvety cheek, - And I almost fancy I hear thee speak. - - Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and I - Must part, for the summer has gone by. - - Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be, - And a mantle of snow will cover thee. - - There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rain - Awakes thee from thy sleep again;-- - - Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright, - As comes the sun, at the morning light. - - So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring. - I shall look for thee, when the robins sing. - - - - -LITTLE JOE--A CHRISTMAS STORY. - - - ’Twas Christmas morn, and little Joe - Stood looking out upon the snow - With sad and thoughtful face. - His childish brow was knit with care; - Unlike the smile ’twas wont to wear, - It now bore sorrow’s trace. - His mother said, “What is it, dear? - Come to mamma, and let her hear - The story of your grief. - I do not like to see you sad - On Christmas day, when all are glad. - Come here, and find relief, - By telling mamma all your woe. - What is it troubles little Joe?” - “Mamma, I didn’t mean to be - One bit unhappy--but you see, - I couldn’t help it quite. - I don’t feel very good, because - ’Tis Christmas day--and Santa Claus, - I’m sure, has not done right, - To give so many books and toys - To all the other little boys, - While I have none at all. - Why mamma, he brought Charley Spring - A basket full of every thing. - There was a rubber ball, - And books, and marbles, and a top; - Enough to fill a little shop. - Why couldn’t Santa Claus have said, - ‘I’ll carry some to Joe, instead - Of giving him so many?’ - If I were he, I’m sure I’d go - To every boy and girl I know; - I wouldn’t pass by any; - I’d give them all some toy or book. - Mamma”, and here the child’s form shook - With sobs of pent-up sorrow; - “What makes God give to other boys, - A papa, and such lots of toys? - ’Tis just one year to-morrow, - You say, since God called papa dear - Away to Heaven and left us here. - Why couldn’t he have stayed? - We used to have such lots of fun, - Papa and I, how he would run - When Christmas games we played. - And then the great nice Christmas tree! - Sometimes I shut my eyes, and see - The house we used to live in. - Oh, mamma dear, it makes you cry; - Don’t dear mamma, for by and by - Like papa, up in heaven, - I’ll be a man; and then I’ll go - And buy it back, before you know;-- - And then, on Christmas day - I’ll take you, mamma, there to live. - And oh! such presents I will give! - I’ll have a tree that day, - And call in all the girls and boys, - And give them, oh! such lots of toys, - And if they’re poor, some money. - Oh! mamma, ’twont be long to wait. - Kiss me, mamma, for at the gate - Is little cousin Johnny. - Now, mamma dear, please do not cry; - I’m going out to play, good bye.” - The mother wiped away her tears, - And prayed that in the coming years, - Her darling little Joe, - Might be, as on this Christmas day, - Tender and pitiful, alway, - Toward every child of woe. - - - - -THE INFINITE LOVE. - - - The gates of the “Heavenly City” - Stand open both night and day; - God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity; - He never turns any away. - ’Tis man who closes the portals, - Against his poor brother man. - Alas! that short-sighted mortals, - Should call it the “Infinite plan!” - - Our Heavenly Father is tender! - He loveth His children too well, - To give to each poor offender - The unceasing torments of “Hell.” - His love is more true than a mother’s - For the infant she bears on her breast; - More true than a sister’s or brother’s; - Oh, then in that love let us rest! - - - - -LINES ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG MAN. - - - A mother bends over a darling son, - Whose work on earth is nearly done; - And she cries in accents of bitter woe, - “My darling one, can I let thee go? - Can I give thee back to the Power that gave? - Must this manly form rest in the grave? - These lips to mine, shall I no more press? - Nor my hand clasp thine in fond caress? - Must I wait in vain thy step to hear? - Will thy voice no longer greet my ear? - Oh, this would be anguish too great to bear! - I cannot, oh, Father, not e’en to thy care, - Surrender this life so dear to me. - Oh, Infinite Father, must it be? - Must I drink from this cup of bitter woe? - Oh, I cannot let my dear one go!” - - O’er the couch of his son, the father is bending; - While his tears, with those of his mother are blending, - And his agonized cry to the Infinite One-- - Is, “spare me, oh Father, my idolized son! - Spare the life which so closely entwines round my heart! - My son! oh my son! from thee must I part? - The hope of my future--my pride and my joy! - Oh, what would life be, if bereft of my boy?” - - While in anguish these parents thus plead for their son, - A voice whispers to them “Let God’s will be done.” - “Thy will,” they responded--“oh, help us to say, - Thy will, oh our Father, both now, and alway.” - It stilled the wild tempest of sorrow and pain, - And brought to their minds that sweet promise again; - Of strength, with the trial--of light mid the gloom, - And a life never ending, beyond the dark tomb. - - Then they thought of the loved, who had passed on before, - Who would greet their dear boy, on that beautiful shore-- - And give him a welcome, so tender and kind, - And help him rich treasures of knowledge to find. - There was one, like a sister, they felt she was near, - With the ear of the spirit, her voice they could hear, - Saying, “Be of good cheer; the stream is not wide; - And the friend that you love, is here by your side. - Your dear one will come to this beautiful land, - But still you shall feel the soft touch of his hand. - In whispers of love, his voice you shall hear, - As he speaks to your spirits in tones sweet and clear.” - - Now the breath of the sick one comes faintly and slow, - And they feel that their first-born, their darling must go. - They kiss him once more ere his spirit takes flight;-- - While his lips softly murmur, “dear mother, good night. - Good night my dear father, I go to my home-- - The angels are waiting, they bid me to come.” - One sigh! all is over! the spirit is free! - The casket of clay, no more needed will be. - Compose the dear limbs! fold the hands o’er the breast! - His sufferings are ended! he’s gone to his rest! - No longer these parents their vigil need keep - By the side of their son, he has fallen asleep. - - The father in tears is seeking relief, - The mother is sleeping, worn out with her grief. - In her slumbers she sees the face of her child, - Bending over her pillow; and sweetly he smiled. - She awakes, crying fondly, “My dear one, my own!” - But alas! with her waking the vision had flown. - She thought it a dream--tho’ the vision was true; - And, putting it from her, as poor mortals do, - She moaned in her anguish, “Oh, would I could be - Thus dreaming forever, my dear one, of thee!” - Then, unto her spirit in tones soft and low, - Came the words, “I am with you wherever you go; - And, mother, not only in dreams, shall I be - Enabled to whisper sweet comfort to thee, - For I know that the Father will help me to give, - In the hours of your waking, some proof that I live.” - - Like the fall of the dew upon leaflet and flower, - Like the sound of sweet music, at twilight’s still hour, - Like the glorious sun, after long night of gloom, - These low whispered words, shed a light o’er the tomb, - And the mother, no longer oppressed by her woes, - Sank peacefully back again into repose. - At length she awakes from her slumbers, to find - The light streaming in, through the half open blind; - And she utters a prayer that the sunlight of love - May thus enter her spirit, and lift it above. - Then refreshed and submissive, she says, “It is o’er! - My dear one is resting, I’ll murmur no more;-- - But in faith I will bow to the Infinite One, - For I know, ‘It is well’--‘It is well’ with my son!” - - - - -THE FLIGHT OF THE ROBIN. - - - A dear little maid, one autumn day - Stood under a maple, bright and gay, - Looking up at a robin--with wings outspread, - While in pleading tones these words she said:-- - - “Are you going away little robin? - Your wings are all plumed for a flight. - Would you leave me alone little robin? - Is it thus all my care you requite?” - - “I’ve loved you and fed you, dear robin, - For many and many a day; - Now when I most need you, dear robin, - You’re ready to fly far away.” - - “’Tis true that cold winter is coming - And the leaves will be gone from the tree; - But I have a warm heart dear robin, - Its love shall thy safe shelter be.” - - “I’ll give thee a nook in the window - Where roses and hyacinths bloom. - I need your sweet song, my dear robin, - To drive away sadness and gloom.” - - “I’ll feed you, my dear little robin, - With crumbs from my table each day. - You shall never know want, little robin, - If only with me you will stay.” - - But Robin was deaf to her pleading, - For love will not always prevail; - Her prayers and entreaties unheeding, - He flew from the snow and the hail. - - Away to the south flew the robin, - Where skies wear a balmier hue; - Away from the hand that had fed him, - From the love that was tender and true. - - For a time all went well with the robin, - And he flitted about ’mong the trees; - Warbling his song from their branches, - As they swayed in the warm, southern breeze. - - But at length, our little friend Robin - Grew weary of sunshine and heat, - “I’ll stay here no longer” said robin, - “But will find me a cooler retreat.” - - Then the heart of the poor little robin - Grew sad, as he thought of the day - When he turned from the dear little maiden, - And his nest in the maple so gay. - - “I’ll go back to her home” said the robin; - “Perchance she will bid me to stay. - She was always a kind friend to robin. - Oh, why was I tempted to stray?” - - When spring spread her beautiful mantle - O’er hillside, and valley, and plain, - The maiden oft wondered if Robin - Would come back to the maple again. - - One morn as she threw up the casement - To let in the balmy spring air, - In flew her own dear little robin - And perched on the back of her chair. - - “Take me back to your love,” said the robin, - “I’ll wander no more from your side, - But through winter as well as in summer, - I’ll evermore with you abide.” - - O, is it not thus that the children - Full oft leave the dear old home nest, - To find that though skies may be fairer, - The old love and home are the best? - - And thus do we oft in our blindness, - Unheeding the voices within, - Stray away from the Infinite kindness - To roam in the by-paths of sin. - - But at length we grow weary of straying - For the pleasures of sin always pall. - And a voice to our spirits is saying, - “Let the evil no longer enthrall.” - - And when like the prodigal son, - We turn from our wanderings wild, - We find that the Infinite Father, - Has never forsaken his child. - - - - -MUSINGS. - - - I sat by my window; watching - The flakes of the falling snow, - Flitting hither and thither, - As though asking, “which way shall I go?” - And I likened them in their motion, - To the fate of our human lives-- - Which are never at rest, but kept tossing, - Wherever the tempest drives. - Tossed by temptation and trial, - By necessity, dire and stern. - Jostled, and pushed, and crowded, - Till we know not which way to turn. - Then I thought, as each tiny snowflake, - Drifts at last to the place of its rest, - So, sometime, will each of earth’s children, - Find the work and the place that is best. - - - - -THE SABBATH BELL. - - - Ding dong! ding dong! - Rings the bell from out the steeple. - Ding dong! ding dong! see the people, - As the bell - With its swell - Seems to say - Come away - ’Tis Sabbath day. - - Ding dong! ding dong! - In answer to the call they go. - The rich and poor, the high and low, - To praise and pray, - They haste away; - The numbers swell, - As sounds the bell - Through vale and dell. - - Ding dong! ding dong! - What varied feeling it awakes; - Of joy and sadness it partakes. - O! Sabbath bell, - You cannot tell, - What tender feeling, - And deep revealing, - Lies in your pealing. - - Ding dong! ding dong! - O! Sabbath bells, ring out more clearly, - Till everywhere, hearts more sincerely - Worship and pray. - Ring in the day - Toward which we tend, - When hearts shall blend, - And all our prayers as one ascend. - - - - -WORDS. - - - Words are little things; but then - They decide the fate of men; - By them, souls are stirred; - Ah! how little do we know - What a weight of joy or woe - May hang on a word! - - Could we only stop and think - That perhaps a severed link - From our words may flow; - Would the thoughtless word be spoken, - By which tender ties are broken, - Causing tears of woe? - - Did we know what joy and gladness, - We could bring to hearts of sadness - By a loving tone; - How the weight of care would lighten, - And the dreary path would brighten, - Of the lives so lone! - - Should we not be ever trying - While the hours of life are flying, - For a loving heart? - So that unto souls aweary, - Unto those whose lives are dreary, - We might joy impart. - - Words are little things--yet still - How much of our lives they fill - With their weal or woe. - How much happiness they bring, - And how bitterly they sting, - Every heart doth know. - - - - -THE POSTMAN. - - - ’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring. - Ah! how eagerly day by day - Do we ask--Will he tidings from loved ones bring? - From the loved ones far away? - - Will he come with messages of cheer - Sent by some loving friend? - Or will the tidings be dark and drear, - And the lines in sadness penned? - - Ah! postman! how often does your ring - Prove only a funeral knell! - Alas! how oft does your coming bring - A sadness we cannot tell! - - Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring, - There’s sadness, as well, we know; - For often, too often, the tidings you bring, - Cause tears of deep anguish to flow. - - Yet we list for the sound of your well known ring - Each day as the time comes round. - Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring, - ’Tis ever a welcome sound. - - - - -THE TRIUMPH OF TRUTH. - - - The light is breaking! the world is waking - From its long sleep of dark despair, - And the glad morning is surely dawning, - When truth shall triumph everywhere. - - For long, long ages, both seers and sages, - Have prophesied of a glad day, - When doubt and terror and every error, - Before Truth’s light should fade away. - - And when the angels with glad evangels - Should come to mortals here below, - And ope the portals to joys immortal, - That thus earth’s sorrowing ones might know,-- - - That life eternal, and joys supernal, - Await them in the coming years. - The full fruition of this condition, - When smiles shall take the place of tears. - - Then do not borrow one care or sorrow; - Let not one doubt or fear assail; - Press onward ever--forgetting never - That Truth and Right will sure prevail. - - With joy and gladness, and not in sadness, - Look to the life beyond the tomb. - O’er all victorious, it shall be glorious - As sunlight, after night of gloom. - - - - -MEMORIAL DAY. - - - We have been to the graves of our heroes to-day, - And over their loved forms have scattered - Our memorial of flowers--sweet blossoms of May; - While we wept o’er the fond hopes thus shattered. - - We wept as we thought of the blood that was shed, - And our hearts thrilled with saddest emotion - As we thought of the loved ones now silent and dead, - Who, filled with the fire of devotion, - - Left all that was dear to engage in the strife, - At the call of their country and nation; - All honor to each who laid down his life, - Whether lowly or high was his station. - - All honor to husband, and father, and son, - Who fought against wrong and oppression; - Let us ever remember, the victory they won, - Gave us liberty for our possession. - - Ah! ’tis meet that a day of Memorial like this, - To these dear martyred ones should be given; - Though it cause us to weep for the forms that we miss, - And sigh for the fond ties thus riven. - - ’Tis meet that we gather the choicest of flowers, - And twine them with fond loving fingers, - To lay on the graves of these heroes of ours - Where affection so sacredly lingers. - - - - -BE TRUE. - - - Speak out for the right! stand up for the truth! - In whatever light you may view it! - Wherever you see there’s a work you can do, - Go fearlessly forward and do it. - - Don’t stop to inquire what people will say; - Your work is your own--not another’s! - Let no one’s opinion e’er stand in your way, - Even though it should be a loved brother’s. - - Wherever your lot in life may be cast, - Whether lowly or high be your station, - If you’re true to your own convictions of right, - You are working for man’s elevation. - - You may not have riches, or honor, or power; - But there’s something far higher and better - For “Riches take wings,” and honor and fame - Too often prove only a fetter; - - But he who can fearlessly stand by the right, - And face every wrong and oppression, - Is richer than he who lacks courage, although - The wealth of the world’s his possession. - - - - -BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - Call him not dead! there is no death! - Although the outward form may perish - And from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish. - - Earth well may spare the casket, - If the jewel it contains, - In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains. - - Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath! - Transcribed upon life’s page - They ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage. - - These are the man! the clay - Is but the scaffolding, by which we climb - Upward, and onward, toward things more sublime. - - This grand heroic soul, stands now - Without the help of scaffolding of clay; - His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day. - - Unto his fellow men he has bequeathed - A legacy of rich and noble thought. - Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!” - - Ah! soul so noble and so strong! - From thy new life in realms sublime, - Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time! - - - - -THE HUSKING PARTY. - - - ’Twas on a bright October day, - That young and old, with faces gay, - From city homes and country farms, - Went forth to taste the rustic charms - Of an old fashioned husking. - - They came from near and far to see - What old time harvesting might be. - To “Pleasant Hill” they wend their way, - Where, in the autumn sunshine, lay - The golden corn, for husking. - - With hearts brim full of mirth and glee - They fall to work, right cheerily; - And as they work, some slyly say, - “I wonder who will find to-day - The red ear, while we’re husking?” - - And as the merry laugh goes round, - The hills are echoing to the sound. - While stories of the by-gone days, - Of apple bees, and harvest plays, - Make pleasant work of husking. - - The signal comes--they pause at last, - And hie them to the noon’s repast. - And now comes speech and pleasant toast; - While many a fair one makes her boast - Of doing most at husking. - - The hour for dinner being o’er, - They hasten to their task once more, - With happy laugh and merry jest, - While busy fingers do their best - To finish up the husking. - - At length each golden ear of corn, - Is of its outer covering shorn. - Thus might life’s duties all be done, - Would we but take them one by one - Like ears of corn, at husking. - - And now the merry “Grangers” sing - In joyous strains of harvesting. - While sparkling eye, and ruddy cheek - And pleasant smile, all plainly speak - Of the delights of husking. - - The supper o’er, the husking done, - They dance and sing till set of sun. - Then with farewells they speed away, - With happy thoughts of this glad day, - This merry day of husking. - - - - -AUTUMN LEAVES. - - - O! beautiful autumn leaves that vie - With the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky! - I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold; - O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold! - - There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true, - At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu; - But the autumn hath glories, which well may compare - With the beauties of spring--or the soft summer air. - - O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perish - Alone in the forest--with no one to cherish; - Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decay - And turn your bright colors all sombre and gray. - - But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses, - My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses, - Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days, - Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise. - - - - -BIRTHDAY LINES. - - - Forty-one years with its hopes and fears, - Forty-one years of smiles and tears, - Have passed--since on my infant brow - A mother’s first kiss was placed; and now, - Sitting here in the twilight gray, - On this my anniversary day, - Let me review the past;--and see - What these years have done for me. - - Forty-one years! why it seems but a day - Since I knelt at my mother’s knee, to pray; - While her voice was ascending in accents mild, - Invoking heaven’s blessings upon her child. - That mother was early called away; - Yet I feel she is near me day by day; - Watching over the child, she left - Of a mother’s loving care, bereft. - - Time passed; and then there came another - To care for her child: a second mother. - God bless her to-night in her distant home, - And when her last hour of earth shall come, - May the mother who bore us take her hand, - And welcome her into the “Summer Land.” - - Ere I reached the years of maidenhood - By a father’s dying bed I stood;-- - Bereft again of a parent’s care, - I felt it was more than I could bear! - Dear father, I know that although unseen, - Thou, too, with thy child hast oft-times been. - A few years more, and a youthful bride, - I pledged my troth at the altar’s side, - To one I had chosen from all I knew, - By whose side to walk life’s journey through. - At length, there came to bless our home, - A little life, from the Great Unknown. - Over this child so frail and fair, - We watched with many an anxious care, - From infancy to girlhood’s years, - Alternating ’tween hopes and fears. - But there came a day when hope was gone;-- - And our beautiful singing-bird had flown;-- - Leaving our hearts so lone and sad, - We thought we could nevermore be glad; - The sun seemed blotted from the sky; - And I almost prayed that I might die. - But from out this cloud, a beautiful light - Shone into my heart; and so, to-night, - Sitting here in this quiet place, - A light from my darling’s angel face - Illumines the past--and I know her hand - Is beckoning me on to the “Better Land.” - - Forty-one years! more than half the span - Allotted here to the life of man! - Years fraught with many a sorrow and care; - Yet from my life record, not one could I spare; - Since in later years, I have come to see - That what is, is best--or it would not be. - True, on my life book, there have been writ, - Deeds which have caused me tears of regret. - But the past is past, and I put it away; - While from my heart I fervently pray, - That my future, if future for me there be, - May be lived more truly and earnestly. - - - - -NO ROOM FOR THE CHILDREN. - - - No room for the children! alas! it is sad - That the dear little children who make life so glad, - Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing, - Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing, - Too often are met with a frown or a sigh, - Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by. - - No room for the children! how often we hear - So thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear, - You cannot come into the parlor to-day, - There is company coming; so run to your play.” - The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad; - And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be glad - When I am grown big like mamma, and can stay - With her and papa in the parlor all day. - I wonder if mamma was ever, like me, - Too little to stay in the parlor and see - The beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine, - Who came with her mamma and papa to dine. - Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow, - And then with papa and mamma, I could go - To ride in the carriage, and not hear them say, - ‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’” - - “No room for the children!” there may come a day, - When the children no longer will be in the way; - When the angels shall come from the mansions above, - And bear them away to the bright realms of love. - Ah! parents; there may come a day when your child - May be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled; - When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,” - Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.” - - - - -INSPIRATION. - - - Inspiration! oh whence comes it? Whence its power? ah! who can tell? - As it sweeps the spirits’ harp-strings, with its wondrous magic spell! - Wafted to us in the breezes, as they fan our cheek and brow; - Speaking to us in the tempest, ’gainst whose might the forests bow! - Whispering to us from the dew-drops, and the gentle summer showers, - Rushing o’er us, with a mighty overwhelming power, - As with awe and adoration, stand we silent by the sea, - While the roaring, surging billows, tell us of Infinity. - Coming to us from the sand upon the shore, - From the proud majestic mountain reaching upward evermore; - Till the heavens seem to greet them, with a fond and loving kiss. - Oh! the wondrous inspiration, that comes from a scene like this. - How we feel the mighty Presence, as upon the mount we stand! - Gazing outward in the distance, over sea, and over land; - Or beneath, into the valley; where the fleecy cloudlets lie, - Until, like a lake of silver, seems the valley, from on high. - On these glorious cloud-pictures, how we gaze in silent awe;-- - While our spirits, soaring heavenward, from them inspiration draw. - Thus, unto us, nature ever, speaks in tones so loud and clear, - That, whoever will but listen, her sweet cadences shall hear. - But ’tis not alone from nature, that the soul this power derives; - The sublimest inspiration, comes to us from human lives. - From the heroes who have struggled ’gainst temptation’s mighty power; - Battling with the wrong and evil, day by day, and hour by hour; - Till at length they stand victorious over each besetting sin; - Giving proof in daily living, of the purity within. - How such glorious lives inspire us, even though their lips are mute. - Just as sometimes o’er the spirit, does the whispering of the lute, - Sweep with power, by far more potent than can come from organ’s swell; - E’en as from the little brooklet, running through the mossy dell, - We have drawn an inspiration, greater, than when on the shore - - Of old ocean, we stood listening to its ceaseless surge and roar. - Ah! not always will the eloquence of language tell, - There’s an eloquence in silence--we are taught to know as well. - Inspiration! ’tis around us, and above us, in the very air we breathe, - When the Infinite Creator gave us life, he did bequeath - Power to gather this rich treasure from the beautiful and pure. - Drink, then, ever at this fountain; ’tis unfailing and secure; - Fixed as Heaven’s eternal law, - From it every one may draw. - - - - -OUT OF THE DEPTHS. - - - In my home I sat aweary, - Thinking of the life so dreary - That before me lay; - Of the life once bright and cheery, - That was now so dark and dreary, - That had been so sad and lonely, - Since my darling one, my only, - Passed from earth away; - Taking with her all the brightness, - All the joy and all the lightness, - Leaving me so lone, - That my heart could not cease moaning, - Could not cease its bitter groaning, - For my child--my own. - - Thus I sat in deepest sadness - Thinking of the joy and gladness, - That alas! had flown; - Thinking of the joy and pleasure - That she gave in such full measure, - Thinking of her cheerful smiling, - Of her song, the hours beguiling, - And her loving tone. - Till these memories o’er me thronging - Filled me with intensest longing - And I cried, “O tell! - Where is heaven? and is she there? - Did she climb the ‘Golden stair’? - With her is it well?” - - Though an angel child she seemed, - Had she really been redeemed? - Was she born of God? - Had the blood on Calvary spilt, - Made atonement for her guilt? - Thus I pondered, sorely grieving, - The old dogma still believing, - That by Jesus’ blood - Only, could the soul secure - Life in Heaven; and was I sure - That she had believed? - Though her life was pure and sweet, - And she seemed for Heaven made meet, - Had she been received? - - “Lord,” I cried in bitter anguish; - “For some proof my soul doth languish, - That in Heaven above - With the blest and pure ‘Immortals’ - Who have passed within its portals, - With the pure and holy angels, - She is chanting glad evangels, - Chanting hymns of love. - She while here, was ever singing, - Her sweet tones were ever ringing, - Like a silvery bell. - Oh! almost beyond endurance - Seems my grief--without assurance - That with her, ’tis well.” - - While thus, I sat moaning, sobbing, - And my burdened heart was throbbing - With its bitter grief, - Suddenly a voice said near me, - Child of earth, I come to cheer thee; - Come to bring the words of gladness; - Come to drive away the sadness; - Come to bring relief - Come to tell you that your child - With her life so sweet and mild, - Had a heaven on earth. - And Death could not disinherit - Of the pure and loving spirit - Given her at birth. - - But when she passed o’er the River, - When from earth her soul did sever, - All that she had gained - By fulfilment of each duty, - All that gave her life such beauty, - All the love and all the pleasure, - Every grace your soul doth treasure, - All that was attained, - By her, in the earth condition, - Passed with her to full fruition, - When to her ’twas given - O’er the Golden stair to climb - Upward toward the life sublime, - To the life called “Heaven.” - - As he spoke the cloud was rifted - From my soul, the burden lifted, - And a flood of light - Filled my soul with radiant gleaming, - With a new and heavenly beaming - Like a pure seraphic vision - Wafted from the realms elysian. - Life once more seemed bright. - As the flood of light rolled o’er me, - Backward turned life’s page before me, - Backward like a scroll. - And I saw Heaven’s elevation - Could be reached, but by gradation; - By the growth of soul. - - This is what the angel taught me, - This the lesson that he brought me, - That to me was given - As I sat that day aweary, - In my home so dark and dreary, - In my home so sad and lonely, - Where so late, my child, my only, - From me had been riven. - Now no more in doubt and sorrow - Walk I, but sweet hope I borrow - From the lesson taught. - Now I know that Heaven must ever - Come by earnest pure endeavor! - It must be inwrought! - - - - -LIFE. - - - Men come and go! - Almost before they learn to know - That they are here, they disappear. - - Ah! sad ’twould be - If this were all; this mortal life; - These few brief years of pain and strife. - - But ’tis not all! - For when we leave this earthly clay - To higher life we soar away. - - - - -THE BABE’S MISSION. - - - Upon its mother’s breast a babe lay sleeping; - While tears of bitter anguish she was weeping; - The while her lonely vigil she was keeping. - - ’Twas but a few brief years, since she a youthful bride, - Had pledged her troth to one, who, at the altar side, - Promised to love and cherish, till death should divide. - - Alas! how had that vow been kept? - She asked, then bowed her head and wept - Meanwhile upon her breast her infant slept. - - Fiercely the storm was raging; and the rain - With dismal sound beat ’gainst the window pane, - The mother bent her listening ear in vain. - - No sound save of the storm greeted her ear; - Not one familiar footstep could she hear, - To tell her he for whom she wept was near. - - From out the tower the solemn midnight bell, - Fell on her ear like a deep funeral knell; - And at the sound, faster the tear-drops fell. - - “O, God,” she cried, while thus her tears did flow, - “How can I bear this heavy weight of woe? - Shall I no more sweet peace and comfort know?” - - While thus the mother prayed in accents wild, - The babe upon her breast looked up and smiled; - The shadows vanished as she kissed her child. - - She raised her tearful eyes above - And said, “Father, I thank thee for this little dove; - I’ve something yet to live for, and to love.” - - - - -SWEEP CLEAN. - - - We remember well, the lesson - Taught us in our early days - By the mother, who was seeking - To instruct in household ways. - - She would say, “sweep clean my child,” - As in hand we took the broom; - Push aside the chairs and table, - Sweep the _corners_ of _the room_. - - Now in later years, the lesson - Is with deeper meaning fraught; - And we ask, do we the corners - Of our lives, sweep as we ought? - - Do we push aside whatever - Shuts the evil from our view? - Or do we sweep but the surface - Making that seem fair and true? - - While within the hidden places - Of our hearts, there yet may be, - Thoughts and deeds impure, unholy, - That we do not care to see. - - Let us one and all remember, - That to us will come a day, - When the outward guise and semblance, - From the soul, will pass away. - - When the things which now seem hidden, - Cannot but, by us be seen. - O, then, while the hours are flying, - Let us sweep life’s corners clean! - - - - -CASTLES IN THE AIR. - - - How oft in our lives have we builded - “Castles in air.” - They were fashioned in beauty and gilded, - Made costly and rare. - - We thought they were firm and secure, - These castles of ours, - And that they would surely endure, - Through life’s passing hours. - - But alas! they have crumbled away; - These castles of ours; - Faded out like a bright summer day; - Like the beautiful flowers. - - Ah! well! there are mansions above, - More firm and secure; - That were builded by Infinite Love, - And will ever endure. - - - - -SUNBEAMS. - - - Welcome, cheerful sunbeams! - Welcome, to my room! - When you come, you always - Drive away the gloom. - - Life would be less dreary, - Did we let the beam - Of the sun, more freely, - O’er our pathway gleam. - - While we drop the curtain - To shut out its ray, - Nature’s voice is saying - “Bask in it alway.” - - O, then let us cherish - Every sunny ray! - So that when there cometh, - As there will, a day - - When the sun is hidden, - And the clouds are drear, - We may from past sunbeams, - Gather hope and cheer. - - - - -LIFT UP THE FALLEN. - - - Lift up the fallen, oh, pass them not by! - No matter how low they may be, - They are your brothers! and often they sigh, - From the thraldom of sin to be free. - - Oh, you who are strong, a duty you owe - To those who are tempted and weak, - Go to them in love, and in sympathy, go! - And words of encouragement speak. - - To the weak ones of earth the angels come down, - And strive to uplift and to cheer. - O, then let us never pass by with a frown, - But in love to the tempted draw near! - - - - -WHY TARRY YE SPRING-TIME. - - - Why tarry ye spring-time, why tarry so long? - We wait for your coming; we wait for the song - Of the bluebird and robin to fall on our ear. - O, beautiful spring-time why are ye not here? - - We long for earth’s beautiful carpet of green. - We watch for the flowers; but not one can be seen. - For the sound of your footsteps we anxiously wait. - Why tarry ye spring-time, why tarry so late; - - Wake up little buds; come out from the snow - Full long have ye slept, awake now and show, - The beautiful colors, that bring us such cheer, - And then shall we feel that the spring-time is here. - - - - -INVOCATION. - - - Out of the darkness, and out of the night, - Into the realm of Truth and Light, - Far from all things which are gross and material, - Upward toward all that is pure and ethereal, - Lift us, oh, Infinite Spirit! - - Let no temptation or evil enthrall, - Help us to exercise love toward all. - Speed on the day, when of Christian charity - It need not be said, Alas! for the rarity! - - Help us to trust, where sight cannot reach, - Knowing that soon or late unto each - Shall be unfolded the deep, deep mystery - That has o’er-clouded the page of life’s history. - We thank thee, oh Father, that dimly is dawning - The sunlight of Truth, the “Millennial morning.” - And that soon o’er the earth shall re-echo the song, - Of the triumph of Right, over Error and wrong. - - * * * * * - - - - - Transcriber’s note - - - Minor punctuation and format errors have been changed without - notice. The following Printer errors have been changed: - - CHANGED FROM TO - Page 5 “Their’s is a life” “Theirs is a life” - Page 19 “with out one fear” “without one fear” - Page 24 “I could’nt help it” “I couldn’t help it” - Page 24 “Why could’nt Santa” “Why couldn’t Santa” - Page 24 “I would’nt pass” “I wouldn’t pass” - Page 42 “unto souls a-weary” “unto souls aweary” - Page 47 “our heroes today” “our heroes to-day” - Page 47 “thrilled with sadest” “thrilled with saddest” - Page 53 “will find to day” “will find to-day” - Page 54 “hie them to the noons” “hie them to the noon’s” - Page 63 “Rushing o’e” “Rushing o’er” - Page 65 “’gainst temptations mighty” “’gainst temptation’s mighty” - Page 74 “one familiar foot-step” “one familiar footstep” - Page 80 “tarry ye springtime” “tarry ye spring-time” - Page 81 “Millenial morning” “Millennial morning” - - All other inconsistencies are as in the original. - - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ZEPHYRS *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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Stiles</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: November 15, 2022 [eBook #69365]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Carla Foust and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ZEPHYRS ***</div> -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter" id="cover" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="zephyrs" > -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - - -<div class="figcenter" id="ititle" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/ititle.png" alt="" > -</div> - -<p class="ph3 margin-bottom4">WITH AN INTRODUCTION</p> - -<p class="ph4 margin-bottom4">BY</p> - -<p class="ph2 margin-bottom4">KATE R. STILES.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> - - - - -<p class="center margin-bottom4">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879,<br> -<span class="smcap">By</span> KATE R. STILES,<br> -in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.</p> - -<p class="center">WORCESTER:<br > -A. B. ADAMS, Printer.<br > -392 Main Street. -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> - -<h1>ZEPHYRS.</h1> - -<p>To my angel Effie, the memory of whose life -is an inspiration, I dedicate this little volume.</p> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION.</h2> - - - -<p>At the earnest solicitation of many dear -friends, I present this little volume of poems before -the public, not expecting it will bear the -test of severe criticism. I am not vain enough -to suppose that these little “Zephyrs” will -sweep over the spirit with the power of the -strong breezes, which are wafted to the soul -from the poems of a Longfellow or a Whittier.</p> - -<p>Yet, although among the greater lights, the -lesser may not prevail, they may, perchance, -send out occasional gleams, which shall serve to -brighten the way for a few hearts.</p> - -<p class="author"> -KATE R. STILES. -</p> - -<p>May, 1879.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> - -<tr> -<td class="tdl"></td> -<td class="tdr"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Dead,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Clover Blossoms,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Lines Written on a Stormy Night,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Lake Quinsigamond,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Lines Written for the Re-union of Pastor & People,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Hope,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Shipwreck,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Pansies,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Little Joe, A Christmas Story,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Infinite Love,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Lines on the Death of a Young Man,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Flight of the Robin,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Musings,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Sabbath Bell,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Words,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Postman,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Triumph of Truth,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Memorial Day,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Be True,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Bayard Taylor,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Husking Party,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Autumn Leaves,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Birthday Lines,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">No Room for the Children,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Inspiration,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Out of the Depths,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Life,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">The Babe’s Mission,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Sweep Clean,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Castles in the Air,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Sunbeams,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Lift up the Fallen,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Why Tarry Ye Spring-time,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Invocation,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DEAD">THE DEAD.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Call them not dead, who leave the earthly for the heavenly state.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Theirs is a life more real than ours;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, while we weep for them such bitter, bitter tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They come to us with words of light and cheer;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bidding us wait in patience till our work on earth is done.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then shall we join them in that higher life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where all which now seems full of deep, deep, mystery,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall be unfolded to our view; and we shall see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That all the discipline of our earth life was needed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To fit our souls for knowledge infinitely greater, and far more glorious</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than mortal mind can e’er attain.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CLOVER_BLOSSOMS">CLOVER BLOSSOMS.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Pretty little clover, with your flowers so fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Filling with their sweetness all the summer air;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sad it is to see you crushed by careless feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pretty little clover, with your blossoms sweet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Grows the pretty clover everywhere we look;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All along the roadside—by the running brook.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful and fragrant, are these little flowers.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! how we should miss them from this world of ours!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Pretty little clover—scorned because you grow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Without care or coaxing—making little show.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet your flowers are sweeter than the rose or pink;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Modest little clover—this is what I think.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There are many lives in this world of ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Crushed, and scorned, and slighted</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like these pretty flowers.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Throwing out their sweetness on the desert air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Only seen by Him, who seeth everywhere.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LINES_WRITTEN_ON_A_STORMY_NIGHT">LINES WRITTEN ON A STORMY NIGHT.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Let the wintry breezes blow!</div> - <div class="verse indent10">What care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cold or heat, rain, hail or snow;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Oh what care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Life is full of brightness still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All may find it if they will,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Only say to every ill,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Oh what care we?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oft our cup is upside down,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">But what care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It will do no good to frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">What care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bravely bear it, as we should.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the evil comes the good,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Grief’s but joy, misunderstood;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Then what care we?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Though the world may not approve us,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">What care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s a Heaven of love above us;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Then what care we?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God is with His children ever;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Helping on each grand endeavor.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fear not then: but answer ever,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Oh what care we?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LAKE_QUINSIGAMOND">LAKE QUINSIGAMOND.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, with thy silvery sheen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Many a tale thou couldst tell I ween;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tales of the years long since gone by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the wild deer and the wolf were nigh;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When over thy waters fair and blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The red man sailed in his birch canoe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When no step but his was heard on thy shore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As he wandered thy wooded hillsides o’er.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Silvery lake, thou wert then, I trow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair and beautiful as now.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, art thou happier to-day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As over thy waters, the young and gay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Float along in merry glee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Caring little for what is to be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As they send their laughter thy waters o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till its echo resounds from shore to shore?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Are these sounds more sweet to thy listening ear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than the red man’s cry thou was wont to hear?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, tell me I pray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What dost thou think of life to-day?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, so smooth and clear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast caused the falling of many a tear;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For in thy dark and strong embrace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lies many a well remembered face.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Only the Infinite and thou</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Canst tell where rest these loved forms now;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But what matters it where the form may be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since the spirit has risen unfettered and free?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This thou wert powerless to enfold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, in thy waters cold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, I love to sit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On thy banks, and watch the white sails flit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hear the laugh and the merry song</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of happy hearts as they glide along;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or at sunset’s hour, which is sweeter far,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere yet appears the evening star,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To watch the shadows come and go;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gazing in thy depths below,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Each hill and vale, each shrub and tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reflected in thy face to see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, thou art changeless; but we</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are not what we were, neither what we shall be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the first dawn of life, man is changing each day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus will it be forever and aye;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For progression is part of the Infinite plan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And has ever been, since creation began.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, at life’s sunset hour, looking back o’er the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May reflections of beauty, be over it cast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Even now as each hillside, and valley and tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful lake, are seen mirrored in thee.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LINES_WRITTEN_FOR_THE_RE-UNION">LINES WRITTEN FOR THE RE-UNION -OF PASTOR AND PEOPLE.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">To-night, as in this pleasant home we meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The friends of former years once more to greet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Memory is stirred; and, looking in each eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We scarce can feel so many years have glided by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since this dear friend and pastor, whom we love,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pointed us to the paths which lead above.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As once again, we open memory’s book,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Giving the past a retrospective look,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tenderly we turn the sacred pages o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And read the record of the days of yore.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There have been changes in these homes since then,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For time is ever busy in the haunts of men,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And, mingling with the music of delight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are minor strains within our hearts to-night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As we recall the voices hushed and still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of friends who rest on yonder churchyard hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fathers and mothers who long since went o’er</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The river we call death. From that near shore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We almost catch the greetings, as we stand;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And reaching over, clasp them by the hand.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But not the old alone, the young and gay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have vanished from our earthly homes away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their mission ended here, they find above</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some blessed service still, for those they love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, not in sadness would we view the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For over all a rainbow tint is cast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Hand that sends the sunshine and the rain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has on us each bestowed more joy than pain!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were there no shadows in these lives of ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We could not fully prize the sunny hours.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too much we’re prone to dwell upon the past!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The present is the moment! hold it fast!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is no future—for all time is now;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let us improve it;—while in faith we bow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To that which is, knowing it must be best;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Rejoice in what we see, and trust God for the rest.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So shall we each and every one—pastor and people,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hear the words “Well done.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HOPE">HOPE.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Tho’ the pathway of life oftentimes seemeth drear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rainbow of promise ere long shall appear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The heaviest cloud hath a silvery sheen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Altho’ through the darkness it may not be seen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O, then let us hope! for the time draweth near</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When life’s many mysteries shall be made clear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When hearts that are weary, and burdened with care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the “Rest that Remaineth,” shall each have a share.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SHIPWRECK">THE SHIPWRECK.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A ship sailed out on the billowy sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Full freighted with precious souls;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And manned by a crew both gallant and free,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who sing as the brave ship rolls.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“O, a life on the sea—the foaming sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a home on the rolling tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, a sailor’s life is the life for me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yo heave,” they merrily cried!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Our boat is stanch, and tried and true,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a captain brave have we.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hurrah! Hurrah! we’re as jolly a crew</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As sails on the bounding sea!”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But their song is hushed, as they feel a shock</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which makes their stout hearts quail.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“O, God,” they cry, “The rock! the rock!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The ship has struck a gale!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Men, women and children rush on deck,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their faces blanched with fear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They clasp each other about the neck;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they feel that death is near.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Go down! go down!” cries the captain brave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“This is not the place for you.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will do my best the ship to save;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She has a gallant crew.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But e’en while he spoke, above the blast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was heard the fearful cry—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“A leak! the ship is filling fast!”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And no earthly help was nigh.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Man the life-boat!” cries the captain brave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a tone of firm command.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Man the life-boat these lives to save!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And let every sailor stand,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Firm at his post, till I give the sign</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For him to leave the ship.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All hope of rescue I now resign,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He said, with quivering lip.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They lowered the boat o’er the vessel’s side,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Down into the surging sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While over it swept the angry tide;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they felt that only He</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Who holds the billows in His hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Could guide this bark so frail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its precious cargo, safe to land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And help it outride the gale.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then over the side of that dreadful wreck</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The passengers clambered fast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the boat, which seemed like a tiny speck,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was crowded full at last.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">At length all are gone, but the sailors brave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who await their captain’s word;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And soon, above the roaring wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His manly voice is heard.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Now go, my sailors! go,” he cried.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“You have been brave and true;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And oh, may God, your frail bark guide!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Adieu! brave lads, adieu!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Nay, wait not for me; my place is here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And firmly here will I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stand at my post, without one fear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whether I live or die!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Alone, upon that dreadful night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They left that captain brave.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, ere another morning’s light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He found a watery grave.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! brave young heart! would that we all</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Might be as brave and true;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As prompt to answer duty’s call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As was that gallant crew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">How few are the hearts, that bravely will stand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the wreck of a human soul.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Holding on with a firm, loving clasp to the hand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As o’er it the dark billows roll.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Perchance in smooth waters, our life-boat may glide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While some tempest-tossed brother may be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sinking into the dark waves of sin, by our side;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Down into the turbulent sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we stand idly by, without seeking to save</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From a fate which far worse may be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than the fate of that captain, so gallant and brave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who was drowned in the depths of the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We each have a work for our brother to do.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“His keeper,” God made us to be.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O! then to our trust let us ever be true</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As we sail over life’s stormy sea.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PANSIES">PANSIES.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Pansies! pansies! what can compare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With your varied colors so rich and rare?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful flower—in thee I trace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The features of the human face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And when I look into thine eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They greet me, with a glad surprise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I love to touch thy velvety cheek,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I almost fancy I hear thee speak.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must part, for the summer has gone by.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a mantle of snow will cover thee.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Awakes thee from thy sleep again;—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As comes the sun, at the morning light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shall look for thee, when the robins sing.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_JOE-A_CHRISTMAS_STORY">LITTLE JOE—A CHRISTMAS STORY.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas Christmas morn, and little Joe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stood looking out upon the snow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With sad and thoughtful face.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His childish brow was knit with care;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unlike the smile ’twas wont to wear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It now bore sorrow’s trace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His mother said, “What is it, dear?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come to mamma, and let her hear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The story of your grief.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I do not like to see you sad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On Christmas day, when all are glad.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come here, and find relief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By telling mamma all your woe.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What is it troubles little Joe?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Mamma, I didn’t mean to be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One bit unhappy—but you see,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">I couldn’t help it quite.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I don’t feel very good, because</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis Christmas day—and Santa Claus,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’m sure, has not done right,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To give so many books and toys</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all the other little boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While I have none at all.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why mamma, he brought Charley Spring</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A basket full of every thing.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was a rubber ball,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And books, and marbles, and a top;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enough to fill a little shop.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why couldn’t Santa Claus have said,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll carry some to Joe, instead</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of giving him so many?’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If I were he, I’m sure I’d go</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To every boy and girl I know;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I wouldn’t pass by any;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’d give them all some toy or book.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mamma”, and here the child’s form shook</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With sobs of pent-up sorrow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“What makes God give to other boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A papa, and such lots of toys?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis just one year to-morrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You say, since God called papa dear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Away to Heaven and left us here.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why couldn’t he have stayed?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We used to have such lots of fun,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Papa and I, how he would run</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Christmas games we played.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then the great nice Christmas tree!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I shut my eyes, and see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The house we used to live in.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, mamma dear, it makes you cry;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Don’t dear mamma, for by and by</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like papa, up in heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll be a man; and then I’ll go</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And buy it back, before you know;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then, on Christmas day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll take you, mamma, there to live.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And oh! such presents I will give!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ll have a tree that day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And call in all the girls and boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And give them, oh! such lots of toys,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And if they’re poor, some money.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! mamma, ’twont be long to wait.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Kiss me, mamma, for at the gate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is little cousin Johnny.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now, mamma dear, please do not cry;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’m going out to play, good bye.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mother wiped away her tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And prayed that in the coming years,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her darling little Joe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might be, as on this Christmas day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tender and pitiful, alway,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Toward every child of woe.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_INFINITE_LOVE">THE INFINITE LOVE.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The gates of the “Heavenly City”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stand open both night and day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He never turns any away.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis man who closes the portals,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against his poor brother man.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! that short-sighted mortals,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should call it the “Infinite plan!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Our Heavenly Father is tender!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He loveth His children too well,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To give to each poor offender</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The unceasing torments of “Hell.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His love is more true than a mother’s</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the infant she bears on her breast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More true than a sister’s or brother’s;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, then in that love let us rest!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LINES_ON_THE_DEATH_OF_A_YOUNG">LINES ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG -MAN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A mother bends over a darling son,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose work on earth is nearly done;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she cries in accents of bitter woe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“My darling one, can I let thee go?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can I give thee back to the Power that gave?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must this manly form rest in the grave?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These lips to mine, shall I no more press?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor my hand clasp thine in fond caress?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must I wait in vain thy step to hear?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will thy voice no longer greet my ear?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, this would be anguish too great to bear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I cannot, oh, Father, not e’en to thy care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Surrender this life so dear to me.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Infinite Father, must it be?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must I drink from this cup of bitter woe?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I cannot let my dear one go!”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er the couch of his son, the father is bending;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While his tears, with those of his mother are blending,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And his agonized cry to the Infinite One—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is, “spare me, oh Father, my idolized son!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Spare the life which so closely entwines round my heart!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My son! oh my son! from thee must I part?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hope of my future—my pride and my joy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, what would life be, if bereft of my boy?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">While in anguish these parents thus plead for their son,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A voice whispers to them “Let God’s will be done.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Thy will,” they responded—“oh, help us to say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy will, oh our Father, both now, and alway.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It stilled the wild tempest of sorrow and pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And brought to their minds that sweet promise again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of strength, with the trial—of light mid the gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a life never ending, beyond the dark tomb.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then they thought of the loved, who had passed on before,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who would greet their dear boy, on that beautiful shore—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And give him a welcome, so tender and kind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And help him rich treasures of knowledge to find.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was one, like a sister, they felt she was near,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the ear of the spirit, her voice they could hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Saying, “Be of good cheer; the stream is not wide;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the friend that you love, is here by your side.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your dear one will come to this beautiful land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But still you shall feel the soft touch of his hand.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In whispers of love, his voice you shall hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As he speaks to your spirits in tones sweet and clear.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now the breath of the sick one comes faintly and slow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they feel that their first-born, their darling must go.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">They kiss him once more ere his spirit takes flight;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While his lips softly murmur, “dear mother, good night.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Good night my dear father, I go to my home—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The angels are waiting, they bid me to come.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One sigh! all is over! the spirit is free!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The casket of clay, no more needed will be.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Compose the dear limbs! fold the hands o’er the breast!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His sufferings are ended! he’s gone to his rest!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No longer these parents their vigil need keep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the side of their son, he has fallen asleep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The father in tears is seeking relief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mother is sleeping, worn out with her grief.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In her slumbers she sees the face of her child,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bending over her pillow; and sweetly he smiled.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She awakes, crying fondly, “My dear one, my own!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But alas! with her waking the vision had flown.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She thought it a dream—tho’ the vision was true;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, putting it from her, as poor mortals do,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">She moaned in her anguish, “Oh, would I could be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus dreaming forever, my dear one, of thee!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then, unto her spirit in tones soft and low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came the words, “I am with you wherever you go;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, mother, not only in dreams, shall I be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enabled to whisper sweet comfort to thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For I know that the Father will help me to give,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the hours of your waking, some proof that I live.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the fall of the dew upon leaflet and flower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the sound of sweet music, at twilight’s still hour,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the glorious sun, after long night of gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These low whispered words, shed a light o’er the tomb,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the mother, no longer oppressed by her woes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sank peacefully back again into repose.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At length she awakes from her slumbers, to find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The light streaming in, through the half open blind;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And she utters a prayer that the sunlight of love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May thus enter her spirit, and lift it above.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then refreshed and submissive, she says, “It is o’er!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My dear one is resting, I’ll murmur no more;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But in faith I will bow to the Infinite One,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For I know, ‘It is well’—‘It is well’ with my son!”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FLIGHT_OF_THE_ROBIN">THE FLIGHT OF THE ROBIN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A dear little maid, one autumn day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stood under a maple, bright and gay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Looking up at a robin—with wings outspread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While in pleading tones these words she said:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Are you going away little robin?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your wings are all plumed for a flight.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would you leave me alone little robin?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is it thus all my care you requite?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ve loved you and fed you, dear robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For many and many a day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now when I most need you, dear robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You’re ready to fly far away.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“’Tis true that cold winter is coming</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the leaves will be gone from the tree;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But I have a warm heart dear robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its love shall thy safe shelter be.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll give thee a nook in the window</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where roses and hyacinths bloom.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I need your sweet song, my dear robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To drive away sadness and gloom.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll feed you, my dear little robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With crumbs from my table each day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You shall never know want, little robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If only with me you will stay.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But Robin was deaf to her pleading,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For love will not always prevail;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her prayers and entreaties unheeding,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He flew from the snow and the hail.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Away to the south flew the robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where skies wear a balmier hue;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Away from the hand that had fed him,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the love that was tender and true.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For a time all went well with the robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And he flitted about ’mong the trees;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Warbling his song from their branches,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As they swayed in the warm, southern breeze.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But at length, our little friend Robin</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grew weary of sunshine and heat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll stay here no longer” said robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“But will find me a cooler retreat.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then the heart of the poor little robin</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grew sad, as he thought of the day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When he turned from the dear little maiden,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his nest in the maple so gay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll go back to her home” said the robin;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Perchance she will bid me to stay.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She was always a kind friend to robin.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, why was I tempted to stray?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When spring spread her beautiful mantle</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er hillside, and valley, and plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The maiden oft wondered if Robin</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would come back to the maple again.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">One morn as she threw up the casement</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To let in the balmy spring air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In flew her own dear little robin</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And perched on the back of her chair.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Take me back to your love,” said the robin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll wander no more from your side,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But through winter as well as in summer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ll evermore with you abide.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O, is it not thus that the children</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Full oft leave the dear old home nest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find that though skies may be fairer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The old love and home are the best?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And thus do we oft in our blindness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unheeding the voices within,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stray away from the Infinite kindness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To roam in the by-paths of sin.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But at length we grow weary of straying</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the pleasures of sin always pall.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a voice to our spirits is saying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the evil no longer enthrall.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And when like the prodigal son,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We turn from our wanderings wild,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We find that the Infinite Father,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Has never forsaken his child.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MUSINGS">MUSINGS.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I sat by my window; watching</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The flakes of the falling snow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Flitting hither and thither,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As though asking, “which way shall I go?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I likened them in their motion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the fate of our human lives—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which are never at rest, but kept tossing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wherever the tempest drives.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tossed by temptation and trial,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By necessity, dire and stern.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Jostled, and pushed, and crowded,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till we know not which way to turn.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then I thought, as each tiny snowflake,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drifts at last to the place of its rest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So, sometime, will each of earth’s children,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Find the work and the place that is best.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SABBATH_BELL">THE SABBATH BELL.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Ding dong! ding dong!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rings the bell from out the steeple.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ding dong! ding dong! see the people,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">As the bell</div> - <div class="verse indent10">With its swell</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Seems to say</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Come away</div> - <div class="verse indent10">’Tis Sabbath day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Ding dong! ding dong!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In answer to the call they go.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rich and poor, the high and low,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">To praise and pray,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">They haste away;</div> - <div class="verse indent10">The numbers swell,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">As sounds the bell</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Through vale and dell.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Ding dong! ding dong!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What varied feeling it awakes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of joy and sadness it partakes.</div> - <div class="verse indent10">O! Sabbath bell,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">You cannot tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">What tender feeling,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">And deep revealing,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Lies in your pealing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Ding dong! ding dong!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O! Sabbath bells, ring out more clearly,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till everywhere, hearts more sincerely</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Worship and pray.</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Ring in the day</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Toward which we tend,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">When hearts shall blend,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all our prayers as one ascend.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WORDS">WORDS.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Words are little things; but then</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They decide the fate of men;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By them, souls are stirred;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! how little do we know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What a weight of joy or woe</div> - <div class="verse indent2">May hang on a word!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Could we only stop and think</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That perhaps a severed link</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From our words may flow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would the thoughtless word be spoken,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By which tender ties are broken,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Causing tears of woe?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Did we know what joy and gladness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We could bring to hearts of sadness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By a loving tone;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">How the weight of care would lighten,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the dreary path would brighten,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the lives so lone!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Should we not be ever trying</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the hours of life are flying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For a loving heart?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that unto souls aweary,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unto those whose lives are dreary,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We might joy impart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Words are little things—yet still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How much of our lives they fill</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With their weal or woe.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How much happiness they bring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And how bitterly they sting,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every heart doth know.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_POSTMAN">THE POSTMAN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah! how eagerly day by day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Do we ask—Will he tidings from loved ones bring?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the loved ones far away?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Will he come with messages of cheer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sent by some loving friend?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or will the tidings be dark and drear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the lines in sadness penned?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! postman! how often does your ring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Prove only a funeral knell!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! how oft does your coming bring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sadness we cannot tell!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s sadness, as well, we know;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For often, too often, the tidings you bring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet we list for the sound of your well known ring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Each day as the time comes round.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis ever a welcome sound.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TRIUMPH_OF_TRUTH">THE TRIUMPH OF TRUTH.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The light is breaking! the world is waking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From its long sleep of dark despair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the glad morning is surely dawning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When truth shall triumph everywhere.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For long, long ages, both seers and sages,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have prophesied of a glad day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When doubt and terror and every error,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Before Truth’s light should fade away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the angels with glad evangels</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Should come to mortals here below,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ope the portals to joys immortal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That thus earth’s sorrowing ones might know,—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">That life eternal, and joys supernal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Await them in the coming years.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The full fruition of this condition,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When smiles shall take the place of tears.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then do not borrow one care or sorrow;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let not one doubt or fear assail;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Press onward ever—forgetting never</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That Truth and Right will sure prevail.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">With joy and gladness, and not in sadness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Look to the life beyond the tomb.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er all victorious, it shall be glorious</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As sunlight, after night of gloom.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MEMORIAL_DAY">MEMORIAL DAY.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We have been to the graves of our heroes to-day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And over their loved forms have scattered</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our memorial of flowers—sweet blossoms of May;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While we wept o’er the fond hopes thus shattered.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We wept as we thought of the blood that was shed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And our hearts thrilled with saddest emotion</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As we thought of the loved ones now silent and dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who, filled with the fire of devotion,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Left all that was dear to engage in the strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At the call of their country and nation;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All honor to each who laid down his life,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whether lowly or high was his station.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">All honor to husband, and father, and son,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who fought against wrong and oppression;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let us ever remember, the victory they won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gave us liberty for our possession.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! ’tis meet that a day of Memorial like this,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To these dear martyred ones should be given;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though it cause us to weep for the forms that we miss,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sigh for the fond ties thus riven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis meet that we gather the choicest of flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And twine them with fond loving fingers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To lay on the graves of these heroes of ours</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where affection so sacredly lingers.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BE_TRUE">BE TRUE.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Speak out for the right! stand up for the truth!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In whatever light you may view it!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wherever you see there’s a work you can do,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go fearlessly forward and do it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Don’t stop to inquire what people will say;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your work is your own—not another’s!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let no one’s opinion e’er stand in your way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Even though it should be a loved brother’s.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Wherever your lot in life may be cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whether lowly or high be your station,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If you’re true to your own convictions of right,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You are working for man’s elevation.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">You may not have riches, or honor, or power;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But there’s something far higher and better</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For “Riches take wings,” and honor and fame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Too often prove only a fetter;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But he who can fearlessly stand by the right,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And face every wrong and oppression,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is richer than he who lacks courage, although</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wealth of the world’s his possession.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BAYARD_TAYLOR">BAYARD TAYLOR.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Call him not dead! there is no death!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Although the outward form may perish</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Earth well may spare the casket,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If the jewel it contains,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Transcribed upon life’s page</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">These are the man! the clay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is but the scaffolding, by which we climb</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upward, and onward, toward things more sublime.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">This grand heroic soul, stands now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Without the help of scaffolding of clay;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Unto his fellow men he has bequeathed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A legacy of rich and noble thought.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! soul so noble and so strong!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From thy new life in realms sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HUSKING_PARTY">THE HUSKING PARTY.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas on a bright October day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That young and old, with faces gay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From city homes and country farms,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Went forth to taste the rustic charms</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of an old fashioned husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They came from near and far to see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What old time harvesting might be.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To “Pleasant Hill” they wend their way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where, in the autumn sunshine, lay</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The golden corn, for husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">With hearts brim full of mirth and glee</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They fall to work, right cheerily;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as they work, some slyly say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I wonder who will find to-day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The red ear, while we’re husking?”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the merry laugh goes round,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hills are echoing to the sound.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While stories of the by-gone days,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of apple bees, and harvest plays,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Make pleasant work of husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The signal comes—they pause at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hie them to the noon’s repast.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And now comes speech and pleasant toast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While many a fair one makes her boast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of doing most at husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The hour for dinner being o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They hasten to their task once more,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With happy laugh and merry jest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While busy fingers do their best</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To finish up the husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">At length each golden ear of corn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is of its outer covering shorn.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus might life’s duties all be done,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would we but take them one by one</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like ears of corn, at husking.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And now the merry “Grangers” sing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In joyous strains of harvesting.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While sparkling eye, and ruddy cheek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And pleasant smile, all plainly speak</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the delights of husking.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The supper o’er, the husking done,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They dance and sing till set of sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then with farewells they speed away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With happy thoughts of this glad day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This merry day of husking.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="AUTUMN_LEAVES">AUTUMN LEAVES.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O! beautiful autumn leaves that vie</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the autumn hath glories, which well may compare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the beauties of spring—or the soft summer air.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perish</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alone in the forest—with no one to cherish;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And turn your bright colors all sombre and gray.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BIRTHDAY_LINES">BIRTHDAY LINES.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Forty-one years with its hopes and fears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forty-one years of smiles and tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have passed—since on my infant brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A mother’s first kiss was placed; and now,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sitting here in the twilight gray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On this my anniversary day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let me review the past;—and see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What these years have done for me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Forty-one years! why it seems but a day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since I knelt at my mother’s knee, to pray;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While her voice was ascending in accents mild,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Invoking heaven’s blessings upon her child.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That mother was early called away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet I feel she is near me day by day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Watching over the child, she left</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a mother’s loving care, bereft.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Time passed; and then there came another</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To care for her child: a second mother.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God bless her to-night in her distant home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when her last hour of earth shall come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May the mother who bore us take her hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And welcome her into the “Summer Land.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ere I reached the years of maidenhood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By a father’s dying bed I stood;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bereft again of a parent’s care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I felt it was more than I could bear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dear father, I know that although unseen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thou, too, with thy child hast oft-times been.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A few years more, and a youthful bride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I pledged my troth at the altar’s side,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To one I had chosen from all I knew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By whose side to walk life’s journey through.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At length, there came to bless our home,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A little life, from the Great Unknown.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Over this child so frail and fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We watched with many an anxious care,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From infancy to girlhood’s years,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alternating ’tween hopes and fears.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But there came a day when hope was gone;—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And our beautiful singing-bird had flown;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leaving our hearts so lone and sad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We thought we could nevermore be glad;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sun seemed blotted from the sky;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I almost prayed that I might die.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But from out this cloud, a beautiful light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shone into my heart; and so, to-night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sitting here in this quiet place,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A light from my darling’s angel face</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Illumines the past—and I know her hand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is beckoning me on to the “Better Land.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Forty-one years! more than half the span</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Allotted here to the life of man!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Years fraught with many a sorrow and care;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet from my life record, not one could I spare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since in later years, I have come to see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That what is, is best—or it would not be.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">True, on my life book, there have been writ,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Deeds which have caused me tears of regret.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the past is past, and I put it away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While from my heart I fervently pray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That my future, if future for me there be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May be lived more truly and earnestly.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="NO_ROOM_FOR_THE_CHILDREN">NO ROOM FOR THE CHILDREN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">No room for the children! alas! it is sad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That the dear little children who make life so glad,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">No room for the children! how often we hear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You cannot come into the parlor to-day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is company coming; so run to your play.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be glad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When I am grown big like mamma, and can stay</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">With her and papa in the parlor all day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too little to stay in the parlor and see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then with papa and mamma, I could go</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“No room for the children!” there may come a day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the children no longer will be in the way;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the angels shall come from the mansions above,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bear them away to the bright realms of love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! parents; there may come a day when your child</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INSPIRATION">INSPIRATION.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Inspiration! oh whence comes it? Whence its power? ah! who can tell?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As it sweeps the spirits’ harp-strings, with its wondrous magic spell!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wafted to us in the breezes, as they fan our cheek and brow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Speaking to us in the tempest, ’gainst whose might the forests bow!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whispering to us from the dew-drops, and the gentle summer showers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rushing o’er us, with a mighty overwhelming power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As with awe and adoration, stand we silent by the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the roaring, surging billows, tell us of Infinity.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Coming to us from the sand upon the shore,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">From the proud majestic mountain reaching upward evermore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the heavens seem to greet them, with a fond and loving kiss.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! the wondrous inspiration, that comes from a scene like this.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How we feel the mighty Presence, as upon the mount we stand!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gazing outward in the distance, over sea, and over land;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or beneath, into the valley; where the fleecy cloudlets lie,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until, like a lake of silver, seems the valley, from on high.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On these glorious cloud-pictures, how we gaze in silent awe;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While our spirits, soaring heavenward, from them inspiration draw.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus, unto us, nature ever, speaks in tones so loud and clear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, whoever will but listen, her sweet cadences shall hear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But ’tis not alone from nature, that the soul this power derives;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The sublimest inspiration, comes to us from human lives.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the heroes who have struggled ’gainst temptation’s mighty power;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Battling with the wrong and evil, day by day, and hour by hour;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till at length they stand victorious over each besetting sin;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Giving proof in daily living, of the purity within.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How such glorious lives inspire us, even though their lips are mute.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just as sometimes o’er the spirit, does the whispering of the lute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sweep with power, by far more potent than can come from organ’s swell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">E’en as from the little brooklet, running through the mossy dell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We have drawn an inspiration, greater, than when on the shore</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Of old ocean, we stood listening to its ceaseless surge and roar.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! not always will the eloquence of language tell,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s an eloquence in silence—we are taught to know as well.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Inspiration! ’tis around us, and above us, in the very air we breathe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the Infinite Creator gave us life, he did bequeath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Power to gather this rich treasure from the beautiful and pure.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Drink, then, ever at this fountain; ’tis unfailing and secure;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Fixed as Heaven’s eternal law,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From it every one may draw.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OUT_OF_THE_DEPTHS">OUT OF THE DEPTHS.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">In my home I sat aweary,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thinking of the life so dreary</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That before me lay;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the life once bright and cheery,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That was now so dark and dreary,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That had been so sad and lonely,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since my darling one, my only,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Passed from earth away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Taking with her all the brightness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All the joy and all the lightness,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Leaving me so lone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That my heart could not cease moaning,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could not cease its bitter groaning,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">For my child—my own.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus I sat in deepest sadness</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thinking of the joy and gladness,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That alas! had flown;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Thinking of the joy and pleasure</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That she gave in such full measure,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thinking of her cheerful smiling,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of her song, the hours beguiling,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And her loving tone.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till these memories o’er me thronging</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Filled me with intensest longing</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And I cried, “O tell!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where is heaven? and is she there?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Did she climb the ‘Golden stair’?</div> - <div class="verse indent8">With her is it well?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Though an angel child she seemed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had she really been redeemed?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was she born of God?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had the blood on Calvary spilt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Made atonement for her guilt?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus I pondered, sorely grieving,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The old dogma still believing,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That by Jesus’ blood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Only, could the soul secure</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Life in Heaven; and was I sure</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That she had believed?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Though her life was pure and sweet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she seemed for Heaven made meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Had she been received?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Lord,” I cried in bitter anguish;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“For some proof my soul doth languish,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That in Heaven above</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the blest and pure ‘Immortals’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who have passed within its portals,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the pure and holy angels,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She is chanting glad evangels,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Chanting hymns of love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She while here, was ever singing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her sweet tones were ever ringing,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Like a silvery bell.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! almost beyond endurance</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seems my grief—without assurance</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That with her, ’tis well.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">While thus, I sat moaning, sobbing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And my burdened heart was throbbing</div> - <div class="verse indent8">With its bitter grief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Suddenly a voice said near me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Child of earth, I come to cheer thee;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Come to bring the words of gladness;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come to drive away the sadness;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Come to bring relief</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come to tell you that your child</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With her life so sweet and mild,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Had a heaven on earth.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Death could not disinherit</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the pure and loving spirit</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Given her at birth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But when she passed o’er the River,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When from earth her soul did sever,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">All that she had gained</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By fulfilment of each duty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All that gave her life such beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All the love and all the pleasure,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every grace your soul doth treasure,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">All that was attained,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By her, in the earth condition,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Passed with her to full fruition,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">When to her ’twas given</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er the Golden stair to climb</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upward toward the life sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To the life called “Heaven.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">As he spoke the cloud was rifted</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From my soul, the burden lifted,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And a flood of light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Filled my soul with radiant gleaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a new and heavenly beaming</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a pure seraphic vision</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wafted from the realms elysian.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Life once more seemed bright.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As the flood of light rolled o’er me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Backward turned life’s page before me,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Backward like a scroll.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I saw Heaven’s elevation</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could be reached, but by gradation;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">By the growth of soul.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">This is what the angel taught me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This the lesson that he brought me,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That to me was given</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As I sat that day aweary,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In my home so dark and dreary,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In my home so sad and lonely,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where so late, my child, my only,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">From me had been riven.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now no more in doubt and sorrow</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Walk I, but sweet hope I borrow</div> - <div class="verse indent8">From the lesson taught.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now I know that Heaven must ever</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come by earnest pure endeavor!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">It must be inwrought!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFE">LIFE.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Men come and go!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Almost before they learn to know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That they are here, they disappear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah! sad ’twould be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If this were all; this mortal life;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">These few brief years of pain and strife.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But ’tis not all!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For when we leave this earthly clay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To higher life we soar away.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BABES_MISSION">THE BABE’S MISSION.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon its mother’s breast a babe lay sleeping;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While tears of bitter anguish she was weeping;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The while her lonely vigil she was keeping.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas but a few brief years, since she a youthful bride,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had pledged her troth to one, who, at the altar side,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Promised to love and cherish, till death should divide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Alas! how had that vow been kept?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She asked, then bowed her head and wept</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile upon her breast her infant slept.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Fiercely the storm was raging; and the rain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With dismal sound beat ’gainst the window pane,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mother bent her listening ear in vain.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">No sound save of the storm greeted her ear;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not one familiar footstep could she hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To tell her he for whom she wept was near.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">From out the tower the solemn midnight bell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fell on her ear like a deep funeral knell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And at the sound, faster the tear-drops fell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“O, God,” she cried, while thus her tears did flow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“How can I bear this heavy weight of woe?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall I no more sweet peace and comfort know?”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">While thus the mother prayed in accents wild,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The babe upon her breast looked up and smiled;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The shadows vanished as she kissed her child.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">She raised her tearful eyes above</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And said, “Father, I thank thee for this little dove;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ve something yet to live for, and to love.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SWEEP_CLEAN">SWEEP CLEAN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We remember well, the lesson</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Taught us in our early days</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the mother, who was seeking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To instruct in household ways.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">She would say, “sweep clean my child,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As in hand we took the broom;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Push aside the chairs and table,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweep the <i>corners</i> of <i>the room</i>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now in later years, the lesson</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is with deeper meaning fraught;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And we ask, do we the corners</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of our lives, sweep as we ought?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Do we push aside whatever</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shuts the evil from our view?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or do we sweep but the surface</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Making that seem fair and true?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">While within the hidden places</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of our hearts, there yet may be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thoughts and deeds impure, unholy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That we do not care to see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Let us one and all remember,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That to us will come a day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the outward guise and semblance,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the soul, will pass away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When the things which now seem hidden,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cannot but, by us be seen.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, then, while the hours are flying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let us sweep life’s corners clean!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CASTLES_IN_THE_AIR">CASTLES IN THE AIR.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">How oft in our lives have we builded</div> - <div class="verse indent8">“Castles in air.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They were fashioned in beauty and gilded,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Made costly and rare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We thought they were firm and secure,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">These castles of ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that they would surely endure,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Through life’s passing hours.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But alas! they have crumbled away;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">These castles of ours;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Faded out like a bright summer day;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Like the beautiful flowers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! well! there are mansions above,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">More firm and secure;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That were builded by Infinite Love,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And will ever endure.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SUNBEAMS">SUNBEAMS.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Welcome, cheerful sunbeams!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Welcome, to my room!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When you come, you always</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drive away the gloom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Life would be less dreary,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Did we let the beam</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the sun, more freely,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er our pathway gleam.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">While we drop the curtain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To shut out its ray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nature’s voice is saying</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bask in it alway.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O, then let us cherish</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every sunny ray!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So that when there cometh,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As there will, a day</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When the sun is hidden,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the clouds are drear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We may from past sunbeams,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gather hope and cheer.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFT_UP_THE_FALLEN">LIFT UP THE FALLEN.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Lift up the fallen, oh, pass them not by!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No matter how low they may be,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They are your brothers! and often they sigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the thraldom of sin to be free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, you who are strong, a duty you owe</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To those who are tempted and weak,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Go to them in love, and in sympathy, go!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And words of encouragement speak.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">To the weak ones of earth the angels come down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And strive to uplift and to cheer.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, then let us never pass by with a frown,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But in love to the tempted draw near!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHY_TARRY_YE_SPRING-TIME">WHY TARRY YE SPRING-TIME.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Why tarry ye spring-time, why tarry so long?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We wait for your coming; we wait for the song</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the bluebird and robin to fall on our ear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O, beautiful spring-time why are ye not here?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We long for earth’s beautiful carpet of green.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We watch for the flowers; but not one can be seen.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the sound of your footsteps we anxiously wait.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why tarry ye spring-time, why tarry so late;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Wake up little buds; come out from the snow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Full long have ye slept, awake now and show,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The beautiful colors, that bring us such cheer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then shall we feel that the spring-time is here.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INVOCATION">INVOCATION.</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Out of the darkness, and out of the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into the realm of Truth and Light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Far from all things which are gross and material,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upward toward all that is pure and ethereal,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Lift us, oh, Infinite Spirit!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Let no temptation or evil enthrall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Help us to exercise love toward all.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Speed on the day, when of Christian charity</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It need not be said, Alas! for the rarity!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Help us to trust, where sight cannot reach,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Knowing that soon or late unto each</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall be unfolded the deep, deep mystery</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That has o’er-clouded the page of life’s history.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We thank thee, oh Father, that dimly is dawning</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sunlight of Truth, the “Millennial morning.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And that soon o’er the earth shall re-echo the song,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the triumph of Right, over Error and wrong.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" > - -<div class="transnote"> -<h2>Transcriber’s note</h2> - -<p>Minor punctuation and format errors have been changed without notice. The following -Printer errors have been changed:</p> - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><b>CHANGED</b></td> -<td class="tdl"><b>FROM</b></td> -<td class="tdl"><b>TO</b></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_5">5</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“Their’s is a life”</td> -<td class="tdl">“Theirs is a life”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_19">19</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“with out one fear”</td> -<td class="tdl">“without one fear”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_24">24</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“I could’nt help it”</td> -<td class="tdl">“I couldn’t help it”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_24">24</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“Why could’nt Santa”</td> -<td class="tdl">“Why couldn’t Santa”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_24">24</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“I would’nt pass”</td> -<td class="tdl">“I wouldn’t pass”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_42">42</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“unto souls a-weary”</td> -<td class="tdl">“unto souls aweary”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_47">47</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“our heroes today”</td> -<td class="tdl">“our heroes to-day”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_47">47</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“thrilled with sadest”</td> -<td class="tdl">“thrilled with saddest”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> -<td class="tdl">“will find to day”</td> -<td class="tdl">“will find to-day”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_54">54</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“hie them to the noons”</td> -<td class="tdl">“hie them to the noon’s”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_63">63</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“Rushing o’e”</td> -<td class="tdl">“Rushing o’er”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_65">65</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“’gainst temptations mighty”</td> -<td class="tdl">“’gainst temptation’s mighty”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_74">74</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“one familiar foot-step”</td> -<td class="tdl">“one familiar footstep”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_80">80</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“tarry ye springtime”</td> -<td class="tdl">“tarry ye spring-time”</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">Page <a href="#Page_81">81</a>:</td> -<td class="tdl">“Millenial morning”</td> -<td class="tdl">“Millennial morning”</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<p>All other inconsistencies are as in the original.</p> - - -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ZEPHYRS ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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