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We have been somewhat exercised as to what title we ought to give to these verses collectively. The difficulty has arisen from the desire to avoid pretentiousness by seem- ing to claim for them more than they aspire to be. We have decided that, in point of form, their distinctive feature is a varied rhythmicalness, and therefore we have called them " Sacred Songs." The subject-matter has been suggested by Scriptural texts, but there has been no attempt to classify or systematise : we have simply followed the impression of the moment, and have en- deavoured to express the sentiment in its VI PREFACE. appropriate cadence. We have only to add that the pieces are entirely new, with the exception of one or two which have seen the light in magazine form and are scattered throughout the volume. G. M. CONTENTS. PAGE MISSION CALL, 1 THE FADELESS THING, 3 DIVINE REST, 5 DIVINE COMMUNION, 6 DIVINE LOVE, 8 GOING BEFORE GOD, 10 BROTHERHOOD, 12 THE DIVINE PLAN OF CREATION, 13 THE GOOD TIME COMING, 15 REVELATION BY WORKING, 17 THE HIDDEN BEAUTY, 20 THE BESETTING GOD, 22 THE VOICELESS PRAYER, 24 PATMOS, 27 THE UNSELFISH OFFERING, 29 THE REVEALING SOLITUDE, 30 THE CALL TO FAILURE, 32 THE CHRISTIAN IDEAL, 35 Vlll CONTENTS. ONE IN CHRIST, . THE CHRISTIAN BCRDEN, ; ISLAND MOMENTS, THE NATIVITY, MESSENGER SHADOWS, . MAN'S SORROWS IN GOD'S LIGHT, AT THE CLOSING DAY, . THE COMMON WANT, NIGHT'S REVEALING, THE BURDEN-BEARER, . JACOB AT BETHEL, PEACE IN THE STORM, . THE NEW DAY, DAYBREAK ORISON, THE FIRE AND THE CLOUD, . THE DIVINE GRIEF, IN THE WILDERNESS, . THE INVALID'S GIFT, THE DOORS OF THE TEMPLE, THE SECRET, .... THE TEACHING OF THE DESERT, SERVICE BY NIGHT, STRENGTH FOR LIFE, . IGNORED BLESSINGS, THE DIVINE NAME, SEEKING HOME, . LIFE IN DEATH, . THE POWER OF SPIRITUAL INFLUENCE 38 40 42 44 46 47 49 51 52 53 55 57 58 60 61 64 66 68 71 73 74 76 78 79 80 82 84 CONTENTS. IX THE SOLACE OF THE VALLEY, SABBATH MORNING, GOD'S DESIRE FOR OUR BEST, THE SHADOW OF GOD, . DOUBT, .... CHRISTMAS NUPTIAL BELLS, god's HEROES, GALILEE, THE JOY OF THE LORD, MORNING ASPIRATION, . AT SUNRISE, . ASCETICISM, . THE JOY OF SACRIFICE, THE INTEREST OF TEARS, STRENGTH FOR THE DAY, THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH, VISION IN RETROSPECT, THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD, THE CHRISTIAN'S POLE-STAR, THE CHARIOTS OF GOD, GOD AT THE GATES OF MAN, CHRISTIAN PRAYER, A NEW- YEAR WISH, THE PROMISE OF LIFE, HOPE AND MEMORY, CHRISTIAN PATIENCE, . THE UNFULFILLED DESIRE, THE BARRED GATE OF EDEN. 86 87 89 91 92 94 95 98 99 101 102 103 104 106 107 109 111 113 115 116 117 119 121 123 125 128 130 132 X CONTENTS. SPIRITUAL REPOSE, 134 THE SIGN OF IMMORTALITY, 136 THE GOSPEL TREE, 138 LIGHT IN DARKNESS, 140 RETICENCE IN SORROW, 142 GOD'S CAPTIVE, 144 THE REVELATION OF DIVINE SILENCE, .... 146 THE ANSWER OF THE TEMPEST, 148 THE TRANSFORMATION OF CROSSES, . . . .150 CHRISTIAN CHARITY, 152 THE UNLIMITEDNESS OF DIVINE LOVE, . . . 153 THE SPIRITUAL CREATION, 155 THE THRESHOLD OF PRAYER, 157 THE AGE OF GOLD, 158 SUSTENANCE BY THE HOUR, 161 PENITENCE, 163 FOR LIGHT AND LEADING, 165 VISION IN ABSENCE, 166 UNSELFISH WORSHIP, 168 THE GUILD OF HUMANITY, 170 CHRISTIAN FREEDOM, 172 BITHYNIA, 174 SACRED SONGS MISSION CALL. "We have seen His star in the east." — Matt. ii. 2. /^iNCE o'er that wondrous way, ^ Where rose the star of day Out from the gloom, Earth's noblest spirits trod Through deserts deep and broad, Seeking a place where God Might yet find room. 2 ' Westward ' the watchword ran, Westward the march of Man Moved evermore, Till every barren wild Woke into bloom and smiled, Spreading a culture mild From shore to shore. A MISSION CALL. 8 Now in the crimson west Man looks from scenes of rest Back whence he came, And where once sang the lark Lands all are cold and dark, Low is the vital spark, Dead is the flame. 4 Say, shall we keep the glow These lent us long ago, Poor by our rise, Fading to give us birth, Emptied to fill our earth, Silent though bringing mirth Caught from the skies ? 5 Star of the day, lead back Over that tuneless track Once full of song, Till where the child was laid Time's treasures are repaid, And the great debt defrayed Man owes so long. THE FADELESS THING. 6 THE FADELESS THING. " What shall I do that I may inherit eternal life? " — Mark x. 17. rpELL me a thing that never grows old All through the day, all through the day, Keeps without dimness its youth and its gold All through the length of the day. Beauty grows pale with the flight of the years, Gladness must fail when the heart has its fears ; Is there a life where no shadow appears All through the length of the day ? 2 There is a life that remains ever young All through the day, all through the day, Singing at evening the song it has sung All through the length of the day ; Love is the glory that never grows old, Telling the story a hundred times told, Keeping its light where the shadows have rolled, All through the length of the day. 4 THE FADELESS THING. 3 Love has no record of time on its brow All through the day, all through the day, Keeps the first freshness of life's morning vow All through the length of* the day ; Strong in its power 'mid the snow-flakes of Full in its flower while the winter blasts rage, Bearing a fire that no damp can assuage, All through the length of the day. 4 Give me, O Father, this best gift of Thine, All through the day, all through the day, That in eternity's light I may shine All through the length of the day ; Wearing my youth like an evergreen flower, Guarding the truth of my bright child- hood's hour, Shrining my soul in an unfading bower, All through the length of the day. 5 And when the forests of earth shall be bare All through the day, all through the day, Gleamings of glory and peace shall be there All through the length of the day ; DIVINE REST. Down in the valley the mount shall appear, Sunlight shall rally the ranks of the year, Life at the portals of death shall be near, All through the length of the day. DIVINE EEST. 11 1 sleep, but my heart ivaketh." — Song of Solomon, v. 2. f\ THOU upon whose ample breast ^ All nature is reposing, My soul alone refuses rest Till eager day is closing ; My soul alone denies Thy power To lull to peace the living hour. 2 I speak of lands beyond the grave, Where winds of life are ended, Where silent sleeps the rolling wave, And passion is expended ; But Thy true rest is noblest found Where winds are high and waves abound. 3 It is not in the deadened heart, Where impulse is supplanted, That I can know how strong Thou art, Or feel how Thou art wanted : b DIVINE COMMUNION. 'Tis only to the conquering will There shines the mandate, " Peace, be still. 4 I would not have my spirit quelled In apathy and slumber ; I would not have its love repelled From treasures without number ; Thy rest will not put out the fire That consecrates my heart's desire. 5 Thy rest will keep my heart aglow With earnest incense burning, And in its strength I'll onward go Without a thought of turning ; My steps shall compass Calvary's steep When on Thy breast I fall asleep. DIVINE COMMUNION. "And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day." — Gex. iii. 8. "WHEN the light is in the west, When the day goes home to rest, When the busy pulse of city life in mart and lane beats low, DIVINE COMMUNION. 7 Then in earth's garden lonely I hear Thy footsteps only, And the ancient words to rne are new, " Be still, and thou shalt know." Thou hast been walking here Each hour of every year ; 'Twas not the evening coolness brought Thy presence to my side : But in my heart's great flutter The day was darkness utter, And I missed Thee in my madness, and I passed Thee in my pride. Thy holy, heavenly will Must bid my heart be still Ere it can catch a note so low as ripples in Thy rest ; For in its constant quiver I cannot hear the river That glides, to make Thy city glad, from gardens of the blest. Why should I wait for even To snatch a glimpse of heaven, When the river from the garden can refresh the heated way ? DIVINE LOVE. Let but Thy stillness stealing Impart its sweet revealing, And through the fire I'll walk with Thee in coolness of the dav. DIVINE LOVE. " Add to brotherly kindness, charity." — 2 Pet. i. 7. rPHERE is no pause to loving, None in the realm of God, For His heart is white with an infinite light, And His hope is boundless broad. 2 There is no pause to loving ; Thou canst not stop at a stain, For His life inspires with a thousand fires The fields of the mangled slain. 3 There is no pause to loving ; Thou canst not rest with the good, For the mighty breath that has vanquished death Is larger than brotherhood. DIVINE LOVE. 9 4 There is a limit to friendship ; Heart must respond to heart, And the soul must wait at a kindred gate To receive its other part. 5 But love flies further than friendship ; It waits not the kindred tie, It measures its speed by human need, It is drawn by the sound of a cry. 6 If I am cold and sapless, If I am leafless and dead, Love as much is bound to the barren ground As if there were blossoms spread. 7 If I break the box of ointment, If I cast its fragrance away, Love must follow the track to bring me back, And hope every hour of the day. 8 I ought to bend to the lowest, — I ought, and therefore I can ; I Avas made to the end that I might de- scend On the steps of the Son of man. 10 GOING BEFORE GOD. 9 Love has a hern of its garment That touches the very dust ; It can reach the stains of the streets and the lanes, And because it can it must. 1 It dares not rest on the mountain ; It is bound to come to the vale ; For it cannot find its fulness of mind Till it falls on the lives that fail. 1 1 And the place of its deepest shadows Most reveals its strength to save, Since its fairest hour is seen in the flower That blossoms above the grave. GOING BEFOEE GOD. " Goodness and mercy shall foil oiv me." — Psalm xxiii. 6. ASKED my God to go before To light with signs the unknown shore And lift the latch of every door ; He said, ' \ follow thee.' 2 I asked Him to prepare my way By kindling each uncertain ray GOING BEFORE GOD. 11 And turning darkness into day ; He said, ' 1 follow thee.' 3 He bade me linger not till light Had touched with gold the morning height, But to begin my course by night, And day would follow me. 4 He told me when my hours were dark To wait not the revealing spark, But breast the flood in duty's ark, And peace should follow me. 5 Therefore, Lord, at Thy command I go to seek the unknown land, Content, though barren be the sand, If Thou shalt follow me. 6 I go by night, I go alone, I sleep upon a couch of stone ; But nightly visions shall atone If Thou shalt follow me. 7 I sow the seed in lowly ground, I sow in faith and hear no sound ; Yet in full months it may be found That Thou hast followed me. 1 2 BROTHERHOOD. BKOTHEKHOOD. " Behold, now good and hoiv pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity." — Psalm exxxiii. 1. /HOME, let us raise the common song — Day's beams are breaking ; Shadows have parted hearts too long, Light in the east is waking. 2 Come, let us clasp united hands — Love's rays are falling ; Sea too long divides the lands, Kindred claims are calling. 3 Come, let us in one worship meet — Church bells are pealing ; Some have systems incomplete, All have fires of feeling. 4 Come, let us learn our mutual need — All hearts are sighing ; Each is dowered with another's seed, Each gives its life by dying. 5 Come, let us lift a common prayer — One hope combines us ; We are made hard by selfish care, Mutual grief refines us. THE DIVINE PLAN OF CREATION. 13 6 Come, let us lift our brother's load — Christ's cross is o'er us ; Ours shall fall upon the road When Heaven's is seen before us. 7 Come, let us win our brother's love ; Love's warm revealing o Melts the ice that will not move By the frost's congealing. 8 Come, let us lift our brother's stain ; Hope's power shall cherish Dreams of daysprings not in vain Wherein the spot shall perish. THE DIVINE PLAN OF CKEATIOK " The Lamb slain from the foundation of the ivorld." — Rev. xiii. 8. rFHOU hast, O Lord, a wondrous plan, To build a tower to reach the skies ; Its base is earth, its progress man, Its summit sacrifice. 2 Tis only for the summit's sake Thou layest the foundation-stone ; The mornings of creation break For sacrifice alone. 14 THE DIVINE PLAN OF CREATION. 3 Thou wouldst not have prepared one star To float upon the azure main, Hadst Thou not witnessed from afar The Lamb that should be slain. 4 Thou wouldst not have infused Thy life Into the insect of an hour, Hadst Thou not seen 'neath nature's strife Thy sacrificial flower. 5 To Him that wears the cross of pain Thou leadest all Thine ages on ; Through cloud and storm, through wind and rain, Through sense of glories gone. 6 Through kingdoms lost, through pride displaced, Through systems tried and cast away, Through hopes dispelled, through stars effaced, Thou leadest to the day. 7 Thou breakest on the rocks of life The wills of men that sought their own; They sank before Thee in the strife, And cried, " Unveil Thy throne." THE GOOD TIME COMING. 15 8 And in that blest unveiling, Lord, They found, I find, the reason sure Why Thou hast sent on earth a sword From out Thy meekness pure. 9 Thou wilt not let me live alone ; Thou wilt not let me keep my rest ; Thy blast on every tree has blown To throw me on Thy breast. 10 Thou madest me for Him whose love From dawn to eve made His will Thine, And all my ages only move Within that light to shine. THE GOOD TIME COMING. "Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made loiv." — Isaiah xl. 4. rpHEEE are coming changes great In the glad new time, It is worth our while to wait For the glad new time ; Mountain fears shall prostrate lie, . Vales of hope be lifted high, Trembling earth embrace the sky, In the glad new time. 16 THE GOOD TIME COMING. 2 There shall meet the great and small In the glad new time, Love shall be the lord of all In the glad new time ; From the mountains shall descend Hearts of old that could not bend, And the poor shall have a friend In the glad new time. There will losses be made gains In the glad new time, There will joys be reaped from pains In the glad new time ; As the promised light appears We shall bless rejected spheres, And be conquerors through our tears In the glad new time. We shall lift oppression's load In the glad new time, We shall bear the cross of God In the glad new time ; We shall seek the valleys deep Where the weary strive or sleep, And convey them up the steep To the glad new time. REVELATION BY WORKING. 17 5 There shall be a mighty love In the glad new time ; It shall come from heights above In the glad new time ; It shall stoop with Christ below To the path where sinners go, And shall gird them with the glow Of the glad new time. 6 There shall be a joy in heaven In the glad new time ; God's resting shall be given In the glad new time ; For His Sabbath shall be found When the skies have touched the ground, And the valleys shall resound With the glad new time. KEVELATION BY WOKKING. " The rough places shall be made plain ; and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed." — Isaiah xl. 4, 5. OKD, I stand amid the night Dark, dark and dreary, Straining forth to catch the light Eyes with watching weary. 18 REVELATION BY WORKING. Not a star is in the sky, Black, void and lonely, And I look for help on high Up to shadows only. 2 Comes a voice from out the night, Clear, clear and telling — ' 'Tis not from the gate of sight Thou canst find my dwelling ; Only in thy power to tread Places rude and formless Canst thou see the glory spread O'er love's ocean stormless. 3 ' Wouldst thou see the skies aglow ? Work, work untiring ; Do the will, and thou shalt know Doctrines soul- inspiring ; Do the will through fire and flood, On life's claims attendant, And in price of Calvary's blood Heaven shall shine resplendent. 4 ' Wouldst thou see through gates ajar Bright, bright God's beauty ? Wait not thou for sun nor star ; Do thy present duty. REVELATION BY WORKING. 19 Duty's path may thorny be, Steep, steep her climbing, But, upon her hill-top free, Sabbath bells are chiming. ' Jesus climbed a cross of pain, Old, old the story, Till the vale became a plain, The plain a mountain's glory ; Up with footsteps undefiled, Fresher, fresher feeling, Till upon the ridge He smiled, Life from death revealing.' You and I shall climb with Him Far, far and fearless, Sure that on the mountain's brim Toiling shall be tearless, — Sure that, walking in the will, Firm, firm 'mid sorrow, We shall reach the waters still That mirror love's to-morrow. 20 THE HIDDEN BEAUTY. THE HIDDEN BEAUTY. " The earnest expectation of the creation waiteth for the manifesta- tion of the sons of God." — Romans viii. 19. OKD, Thou hast spread o'er earth and sea A beauty yet unknown to me, All buried from my view ; I have not seen one half the charms That nature folds within her arms, Ancient but ever new. Creation doth not yet command A meed of justice from my hand For all that Thou hast given ; If I had but another sense, Her beauties would be so intense That earth would be my heaven. I do not need to soar above To find in dwellings of Thy love A lovelier scene than earth ; One dormant lens revived to power Would kindle tints in every flower That would renew my birth. THE HIDDEN BEAUTY. 21 4 Creation waits as ages roll, Expectant of the perfect soul To look upon her face — Expectant of the glorious day When man with powers of larger ray Shall see Thy hidden grace. 5 Thou keepest for the coming eye A thousand colours in the sky Unpainted in my dream ; Thou keepest for the future ear A thousand notes of music clear That now all-voiceless seem. 6 'Tis not from change in earth or air I seek a paradise more rare, More beautiful to see ; 'Tis from my own enlarging mind I hope alone a world to find Increased in wealth to me. 7 Before my soul Thy beauty waits, And entrance seeks at fastened gates That no response return ; Thy flowers are left beside each door, And there they lie the long year o'er For every foot to spurn. 22 THE BESETTIXG GOD. 8 But when my doors shall open wide, I shall behold a sight outside That shall inspire my praise ; For, in the meanest forms below, The light of all Thy worlds shall glow With ever-varied rays. 9 Praise waits for Thee in nature, Lord ; It waits till human life has soared To its appointed height, When Thou shalt end Thy work on man, Then only shall we hail the plan That said, " Let there be light." THE BESETTING GOD. " Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid Thine hand upon me." — Psalm cxxxix. 5. rpHY glory is before me In my burning youthful dreams, And to-morrow flashes o'er me With the magic of its beams ; And across the waters shining I impel the willing oar Through the track that Thou art lining With Thy splendours on before. THE BESETTING GOD. 23 Thy glory is behind me When my sun is growing old, And Thy following footsteps find me In the reflex of its gold ; And amid the shadows closing I can stand with tranquil mind When I see Thy love reposing • In the days that are behind. But, in my life's strange story, Between the morn and eve There comes another glory In a garb that makes me grieve ; When manhood's ship is freighted With its treasures full and grand, I then with care am weighted : Thou hast laid on me Thy hand. But, methinks, this manhood weighted Is of all Thy glories best, For it tells I am created For no idle earthly rest : It tells that I must render, In the days that are to be, An account of that great splendour That has made my spirit free. 24 THE VOICELESS PRAYER. 5 There is a deep depression In manhood's sense of power, For it brings with its possession All my duties to the hour. I am burdened by the greatness Of the debt I have to pay ; I am startled by the lateness And the shortness of the day. 6 But my load in heavenly measure Is a weight of precious gold, And I would not lose my treasure For the wealth of worlds untold ; For I know by surest token Where I serve I most command, And my strength is only broken By the pressure of Thy hand. THE VOICELESS PEAYEE. " The Spirit itself rnaketh intercession for us icith groaning s which cannot be uttered." — Romans viii. 26. 1V/TY Father ! in Thy mercy kind Thou hast embraced those vales of mind Wherein no utterance I can find To bear my sigh, THE VOICELESS PRAYER. 25 For in my heart deep shades there be Where Thy fair form I cannot see, Nor tell of aught that aileth me Save by a cry. 2 Moments there are wherein my soul Finds nameless billows round it roll, And sees no power that can control Their pathless way, — It knows not what to ask nor whom ; It has no outward cause for gloom ; It holds within itself its tomb ; It cannot pray. 3 And yet Thy blessed Word doth teach That even its groanings without speech Into a Father's heart can reach And nestle there. Thou countest my unspoken sighs ; Thou tellest all my wordless cries, And sendest Thy divine replies As answered prayer. 4 Thou dost impute to mine unrest More meaning than myself had guessed, And readest in my heart distressed A want of night. 26 THE VOICELESS PRAYER. Thou knowest that my strivings vain Are an unconscious music-strain That seeks to rise from dark and rain Into Thy light. 5 Thou readest in my human groan, Whose cause is to myself unknown, My spirit's need for Thee alone — For Thee still more. I thought the discord in my fate Came from some want of earthly state ; Thou knowest 'tis for Thee 1 wait Upon time's shore. 6 Like Him who in His human years Poured out with speechless cries and tears The record of His unnamed fears, And found release, — Even so the fainting of my heart, That cannot its request impart, Has brought me near to where Thou art, And promised peace. PATMOS. 27 PATMOS. " / John, . . . was in the isle that is called Patrnos, for the word of God:'— Rex. i. 9. rpHEKE is a spot beside the sea Where I often long to go, For there my God first met with me When the sands of life were low. I have had since more joy than pain, And I've basked in fortune's smile ; But I never cease to love the rain That fell in Patmos isle. 2 It was indeed a tearful time, For my sun had set too soon ; The Avinter fell upon my prime, And the snows were thick in June ; And I thought my Father's face to be Remote by many a mile, In a place where there was no more sea, Unlike to Patmos isle. 3 But in the deepest winter night, In the darkest nightly hour, There came a gleam of golden light Unknown to the summer flower. 2 8 PATMOS. The paths of God that brighter days Had not stayed to reconcile Were blended fast in a rainbow's blaze Above lone Patmos isle. 4 I saw the clouds that earth reveals Made the chariots of the King, The vials of wrath and judgment seals Were the shadows of love's wing ; And when I knew by clouds He came, I was glad to rest awhile In the dark wherein was wrapt the flame Of glorious Patmos isle. 5 And now the very dust of life To my soul becomes most dear, For by the path of human strife Is His way emerging clear ; And when I see His track effaced. Still my heart shall not resile, Since the milestones of His march are traced Through struggling Patmos isle. THE UNSELFISH OFFERING. 29 THE UNSELFISH OFFEKING. "She did it for My burial"— Matt. xxvi. 12. GHE had no selfish end to gain, No sensuous joy, no pleasure vain ; She brought her treasure to My pain ; She did it for My burial. 2 She came to Me Avhen I was low, My kingdom conquered by My foe, My prospects withered in the snow ; She did it for My burial. 3 She laid her offering at My feet Just at the time when gifts are sweet, — When friends had fled with summer heat ; She did it for My burial. 4 Many there were that nocked to Me The wonders of My power to see ; She came beside My cross to be ; She did it for My burial. 5 She loved Me most where most she feared. She came where not a star appeared, She kept her gift till sorrow neared ; She gave it for My burial. 30 THE REVEALING SOLITUDE. 6 And still to Me the gift most rare Is love that can its treasure share In moments when My cross I bear In progress to My burial. 7 In all that bleed beneath the sky I tread anew the way to die ; And every soul that soothes their sigh Has crowned Me for My burial. 8 In all that pine in stifled air The ancient wreath of thorns I wear ; And he that lightens their despair Shall beautify My burial. 9 And when the latest sigh shall cease, And all the world shall rest in peace, My heart shall find from death release, And burst from out its burial. THE EEVEALING SOLITUDE. " When they were alone, He expounded cdl things to His disciples. " -Mark iv. 34. rPHERE is a solitude whose waste Is empty not to me, For there upon the heart are traced The sights no eye can see, THE REVEALING SOLITUDE. 31 And in the seeming void I stand In contact with Immanuel's land. 2 I would not change that solitude For gleaming pearls of gold, For 'tis the holy ground where stood The Master's feet of old ; 'Twas from the reach of upper air He bore the weight of human care. 3 'Tis not the dwellers on the plain That feel their comrades' load ; 'Tis only from the mountain-chain We mark the winding road : The mystic heights alone receive The common clouds of those that grieve. 4 I would not be alone with God To be the less with man ; I would not rest in His abode To shun the race I ran : I only crave an hour above That I may deeper sink through love. 5 I long to scale the lonely height Where Moses' footprints lie, For all my meekness in the fight Is borrowed from on high ; 32 THE CALL TO FAILURE. And onlv in that higher birth I bear the storm and stress of earth. 6 I long to scale the lonely height Where Abram's faith was sealed, For only in the depth of night Is perfect love revealed ; And in the steps of sacrifice I bind the earth-path to the skies. 7 I long to scale the lonely height Where Jesus climbed His cross, For onlv is life's glory bright When gain is found in loss ; And earth unites with heaven above When death becomes undying love. THE CALL TO FAILUEE. "And straightway Jesus constrained His disciples to get into a ship. . . . But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with leaves." — Matt. xiv. 22 ; 24. T HAD a call to a mission, Signed in my heart and sealed, And I felt my success was certain, And the end seemed already revealed ; THE CALL TO FAILURE. 33 The sea was without a murmur, Unwrinkled its even flow, And I heard the Master commanding, And I was constrained to go. 2 But out from the peaceful haven There woke a terrible storm, And the waves around were in chaos, And the land appeared without form ; And I stretched my hands to the Father, And cried in a chilling fear — ' Didst not Thou pledge Thy presence ? And naught but failure is here ! ' 3 Then in the midst of the thunder There rose a still, small voice, Clear through the roar of the waters, Deep through their deafening noise : ' Have I no calls to failure ? Have I no blessing for loss ? Must not the way to thy mission Lie through the path of thy cross ? ' 4 It came as a revelation, — It was worth the price of the gale To know that the souls that conquer Must at first be the souls that fail — c 34 THE CALL TO FAILURE. To know that where strength is baffled I have reached the common ground Where the highest meet with the lowly, Where the heart of man is found. 5 Oh, door of the heart's communion, My Father gave me thy key When He called me out to the ocean, And summoned the storm to me ; For the wings of the storm that smote me Were the wings of humanity's breast, As it moved on the face of the waters And sighed for an ark of rest. 6 Years have gone by since that sadness, And many an hour has come When the storm in the ships of others Has signalled me out from home ; Yet I never can see that signal But I feel how much I owe To the day that, when called to failure, My steps were constrained to go. THE CHRISTIAN IDEAL. 35 THE CHRISTIAN IDEAL. " lie saw the Spirit of God descending/' — Matt. iii. 16. /HOME and see a new ambition ^ Making void the old tradition ; Aspiration seeks her mission Frying down. 2 Mighty men of ancient story Scaled the skies by pathways gory ; Highest God now finds His glory Flying down. 3 Once was crowned the man whose palace Towered above the lanes and alleys ; God returns to seek the valleys Flying down. 4 Earth her cup of glory measures By its power to hold her pleasures ; Love has emptied out her treasures Flying down. 5 Love becomes to joy a stranger, Love pursues a path of danger, Steadfast to embrace the manger Flying down. 36 ONE IN CHRIST. 6 Lower, lower, ever bending, Past the seraph-choir descending, Earthward to the shadows tending, Flying down. 7 Spite of cloud and fire and thunder, Spite of pride's prosaic wonder, Into Bethlehem's bands and under Flying down. 8 In my valley I shall meet Thee, In my ashes I shall greet Thee ; May I in my love repeat Thee Flying down. 9 May I follow where Thou goest ; May I ripple where Thou flowest ; May I gather where Thou sowest Flying down. ONE IN CHEIST. " That in the dispensation of the fulness of times He might gather together in one all things in Christ." — Ephes. i. 10. G ATHEE us in, Thou Love that fittest all, Gather our rival faiths within Thy fold, ONE IN CHRIST. 37 Bend each man's temple veil and bid it fall That we may know that Thou hast been of old ; Gather us in. 2 Gather us in : we worship only Thee ; In varied names we stretch a common hand ; In diverse forms a common soul we see ; In many ships we seek one spirit-land ; Gather us in. 3 Each sees one colour of Thy rainbow- light, Each looks upon one tint and calls it heaven ; Thou art the fulness of our partial sight ; We are not perfect till we find the seven ; Gather us in. 4 Thine is the mystic life great India craves, Thine is the Parsee's sin-destroying beam, Thine is the Buddhist's rest from tossing waves, Thine is the empire of vast China's dream ; Gather us in. 5 Thine is the Boman's strength without his pride, Thine is the Greek's glad world without its graves, 38 THE CHRISTIAN BURDEN. Thine is Judea's law with love beside, The truth that censures and the grace that saves ; Gather us in. 6 Some seek a Father in the heavens above, Some ask a human image to adore, Some crave a spirit vast as life and love : Within Thy mansions we have all and more ; Gather us in. THE CHEISTIAN BUEDEK Could ye not watch with Me one hour?" — Matt. xxvi. 40. f\ THOU that toilest in the night, ^ We come to toil with Thee : Thy shadow is our perfect light ; Thy valley is our mountain height ; Within Thy cloud we see. Within Thy cloud of common care Our selfish burdens fall : We take Thy load, we lose our share, Our single sorrows melt to air In the great fire of all. THE CHRISTIAN BURDEN. 39 Thou bearest crosses not Thine own Along that Dolorous Way : We could not let Thee tread alone The path our human hands have sown With darkness and dismay. We come, we come, to share with Thee Thy sympathy with man ; Thy tears for souls that burdened be, Thy strength for such as cannot flee, Thy light for those that can. It is our wants that make us one ; Thy cup joins hand to hand : Our ways diverge with day begun, We nearer draw at setting sun ; We meet in shadow-land. And where we meet, there Thou art found, The Beautiful, the Blest : Revealed on sorrow's common ground, On altar-fires where all are bound, All find in Thee their rest. 40 ISLAND MOMENTS. ISLAND MOMENTS. " The isles shall wait for me." — Isaiah lx. 9. HP HE isles, the isles shall wait ; They most of all shall weary, For they cannot find a gate Through the ocean vast and dreary : They hear the waters moan From dawn to dark around them, And they feel themselves alone In the bands where fate has bound them. 2 The island lives shall wait, The lives by sorrow branded ; The rocks beneath were great, And their ship of hope was stranded ; And others passed them by, In the race of life excelling, Till besides the sea and sky There was none looked near their dwell- ing. 3 We all have island hours, We all have moments lonely, Wherein 'mid faded flowers We dwell in Patmos only : The silence brooding there, With the calm sea dividing, ISLAND MOMENTS. 41 Is harder far to bear Than storms in fury riding. 4 And then, how sweet to know That o'er this cruel ocean An unseen bridge doth go Supporting love's devotion, That one great heart doth span The intervening spaces, And link the isles of man To all the joyful races. 5 O Christ of mighty love, Heart of human feeling, Still through the waters move To grant Thy bright revealing : In hollow of Thy hand These waters Thou constrainest, And we have reached dry land Where Thou with us remainest. 6 If Thou abide with me, 1 too have joined my brother, For all are one in Thee And each is bound to other. Thou takest up the isles, Thou bindest souls that sever, And all dividing" miles Are bridged in Thee for ever. 42 THE NATIVITY. THE NATIVITY. "For unto us a Child is born." — Isaiah ix. 6. T HE heaven and earth are meeting, The day and dark are greeting, For God Himself in splendour has filled the sunless sky ; And all the plains are ringing With angel voices singing, " Peace to the lowly hearted ; glory to God most high." 2 shepherds, worn and weary, The night no more is dreary, Your watch hath been surprised by un- expected day ; Unheralded by warning Breaks out the midnight morning, And all the startled shadows in terror flee away. 3 Blest morning of God's pity, Let down from that fair City That needeth not the earthly sun to be its noonday light ; THE NATIVITY. 43 Before thy golden portals We mortals stand immortals, And longing fades in wonder, and faith is lost in sight. 4 Hear, all ye sons of sadness, The tidings of great gladness That stir the sleeping valleys, that hush the wakerife seas : To you in Bethlehem's manger Is born the heavenly Stranger For whom the anxious world waiteth on bended knees. 5 Nature hath heard the story, And sent a star of glory To pay her meed of tribute to Him that wears her crown ; Wisdom from all the ages Hath singled out her sages Before His infant feet to lay proud reason down. 6 Child of beauty golden, Young 'mid the nations olden, Earth kindles at Thy morning her days of youth long set ; 44 MESSENGER SHADOWS. And hearts that seemed to wither Burst into bloom together Beneath the sunlit hope that waits Thy Olivet. MESSENGER SHADOWS. " Who are these that fly as a cloud? " — Isaiah lx. 8. T\7HO are these as a cloud that fly Down to my casement stealing, Hiding the light of the morning sky, Veils to its bright revealing ? God on the Mount has spoken aloud ; Why does He send me into a cloud ? 2 Open thy window, O my soul, — These are the gifts of the morning ; Treasures in sable wrappings that roll Down from His bright adorning ; These are thy helps the day to begin,- Open the window and let them in. 3 Shadows of life at the casement stand, Shadows of hearts o'ershaded, Bringing an ill report of the land That we hoped to conquer unaided : MESSENGER SHADOWS. 45 Better the hope should vanish from view Than dream of a conquest that is not true. 4 Life is not all the hue of the rose ; Let in the shadows to tell thee : If thou shalt build for unbroken repose, God's kindly cloud shall repel thee. He on whose mountain no mists shall appear Cannot say, " Lord, it is good to be here." 5 Clouds of the world, come into my heart ; Come with the day's first beauty ; Come with the golden sunbeams that dart Over my path of duty ; Come and teach me the way I should go Down to the vales where no sunbeams flow. 6 Come with the wings of Bethlehem's dove Bearing the thoughts of the manger ; Come with the passionate prayer of love For the soul that to peace is a stranger ; Come with the Christ's life-giving breath, And lead my steps to the death of death. 7 Borne on your wings, I shall find my way Into the homes of sadness, 46 man's sorrows in god's light. And the shade on the lamp shall be the ray Whereby I shall seek their gladness ; The hour when your gift of night was given Shall bathe my life in the light of heaven. MAN'S SOEEOWS IN GOD'S LIGHT. There were many lights in the upper chamber. " — Acts xx. IGHTS in the upper dwelling ; Darkness in rooms below, Harps in the high halls swelling ; Silence where time-flowers grow, Songs in the heavenly mansions ; Sighs in the lower air, Crowns in the space-expansions ; Crosses in homes of care. I Yes ; but the lots are blended : They are not two, but one ; Dusk on your globe descended Makes mine a morning sun. Night's sable flag, unfurled Over life's vanquished stream, To the other side of the world Shines like love's banner-gleam. AT THE CLOSING DAY. 47 3 Each cross in earth's creation Beams in a star above ; Each sigh of man's prostration Moves in God's harp of love ; Each tear of hearts made tender By the deep folds of night Sparkles with rainbow splendour In a ray of the Father's light. 4 Therefore, heavenly Father, Lift I mine eyes to Thee, What time a cloud shall gather Over my human sea : Dark to my sight appearing, I know it is light somewhere, Fraught with a message cheering To those in the upper air. AT THE CLOSING DAY. " At evening time it shall be light." — Zech. xiv. 7. T\7HEN the day is ending When the sun descending Nears the placid bosom of the mighty deep, Still, on clouds reposing 'Mid the curtains closing, Lingering rays of fire in pensive beauty sleep. 48 AT THE CLOSING DAY. 2 When life's day is ending, When our steps are bending Down the slopes of age into death's trackless sea, Lingering streaks of glory Breathe the oft-told story, — " As thy need demands it, so thy strength shalt be." 3 Winter has its brightness ; Age is not delightless Though the snow-flakes fall around our earthly way, These white robes adorning Bring us back the morning, And life's setting beam is like its rising ray. 4 Fraught with care and sorrow, Anxious for the morrow, Manhood often lures the restless soul abroad ; But with day's declining Calmer hopes are shining, Calling back the heart to nature and to God. 5 Thoughts that once perplexed us, Nameless fears that vexed us, Pride, that sought a cause for all mysterious things, THE COMMON WANT. 49 Vanish from the twilight, Leave the evening sky bright, And unchain the fetters of the spirit's wings. 6 Death itself grows clearer As our steps draw nearer, — Shadows of its terrors catch the glow above ; For before its portal Man is found immortal In the fadeless glory of unfailing love. THE COMMON WANT. " The eyes of all wait upon Thee ; and Thou givest them their meat in due season." — Psalm cxlv. 15. rpHEY are all praying, praying, Breathing their wants to Thee ; Birds in the uplands straying, Lives of the land and sea, Songs at the heavenly portals, Wails in the forest wide, Sighs from the heart of mortals Weary of pomp and pride. 2 They are all crying, crying, Bound by a kindred tie, D 50 THE COMMON WANT. Bound by the fetters lying Down where all instincts lie, — Bound by a want impelling Each higher up the shore, Linked in a common dwelling By the same need for more. 3 They are all waiting, waiting For Thy great hand to pour Its treasures unabating On air and sea and shore. But my heart has waited longest, And has not found her rest Where the sparrow's house is strongest, And most sure the swallow's nest. 4 But through my sighing, sighing, I can read Thy promise true ; My fruits Thou art denying Till my season shall be due. The swallow finds her summer In the gateway of the year ; I am a later comer, And my fulness is not here. 5 Only, while weeping, weeping For the seeds beneath the sight, Let me feel that Thou art keeping These in Thy hidden light ; night's revealing. 51 Let me feel that Thou art warming Their growth beneath the ground, And that harvest life is forming For the trumpet's joyful sound. NIGHT'S EEVEALING. "Night unto night showeth knowledge." — Psalm xix. 2. rpHERE is a glory in the sky That only clouds reveal ; There is a splendour born on high That shades alone can feel. I miss the other side of light Till God has said, " Let there be night. 2 I watched beside a bed of pain, I counted hour by hour ; I said, ' My faith is all in vain, And silent is Thy power ; ' And through the dark the message ran. ' My power is thus to watch with man.' 3 I lay, with heaven's cold night above, Upon a couch of stone ; I said, ' Lord, if Thou art Love, Why am I left alone ? ' 52 THE BURDEN-BEARER. And there I heard the answer fall, ' My love itself is all in all.' 4 I lost the flowering of the morn That brought me first to God ; I said, ' Father, whence this thorn In paths where angels trod ? ' He answered, ' Let My thorn impart More patience with the struggling heart.' 5 So, when another night comes round, The former night shall tell How in the shade sweet peace was found, And Baca had its well ; And this poor heart shall cease to grieve Amid the tale of yester-eve. THE BUEDEN-BEAKEK. " Come unto Me, all ye that labour. . . . Take My yoke upon you, . . . and ye shall find rest unto your souls." — Matt. xi. 28, 29. rpAKE my burdened heart, — Take it and give me Thine ; For where Thy wounds their pain impart, There is no room for mine. JACOB AT BETHEL. 53 2 Take my burdened soul, Give me in turn Thine own ; For where Thy waves of sorrow roll My sorrow is unknown. 3 Take my burdened life ; Weight me with Thine instead ; For in Thy care for human strife My human care is dead. 4 Take my burdened day ; Hang Thine own clouds on high ; For where Thy shadows stop the way, All cloudless is my sky. 5 Take my burdened will ; Give me Thy will resigned ; For where Thou bidst my storm be still, I perfect freedom find. JACOB AT BETHEL. "And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place, and I knew it not." — Gen. xxviii. 16. npHOU hast been with me in the dark and cold, And all the night I thought I was alone ; The chariots of Thy glory round me rolled, On me attending, yet by me unknown. 54 JACOB AT BETHEL. 2 Clouds were Thy chariots, and I knew thern not ; They came in solemn thunders to my ear ; I thought that far away Thou hadst for- got— But Thou wert by my side, and heaven was near. 3 I love the memory of the faded hour Whose living presence was so hard to bear ; I see the splendour of the withered flower, I feel the fragrance of the vanished air. 4 Why did I murmur underneath the night, When night was spanned by golden steps to Thee ? Why did I cry disconsolate for light, When all Thy stars were bending over me ? 5 The darkness of my night has been Thy day; My stony pillow was Thy ladder's rest ; And all Thine angels watched my couch of clay To bless the soul, unconscious it was blest. PEACE IN THE STORM. 55 6 I'll build a monument to that dead pain, In whose sore anguish conscious life was given ; And write on loss the record of the gain, " This was the house of God, the gate of heaven." PEACE IN THE STOEM. " Bid me that I come to Thee on the waters." — Matt. xiv. 28. GAVIOUR divine, my ship of life is leaving* The peaceful land ; The storm is high, the troubled heart is heaving, Give me Thy gentle hand. 2 Oh, let me feel Thy calm still presence stealing Across the wave ! Oh, let me hear Thy voice of peace re- vealing Omnipotence to save ! 56 PEACE IN THE STORM. 3 Shall it be only in the noontide splendour I see Thy form ? Will not the heart its mighty tribute render To Thee upon the storm ? 4 I would not love Thee in the summer only, When skies are fair, But when in winter's shadow life is lonely, I long to greet Thee there. 5 I long, when gifts of former days shall perish Beneath the sea, To tell Thee that the love I used to cherish Is fadeless still for Thee. 6 Keep green my love when yon proud palms shall wither That strewed Thy way ; When crowds that to Thy triumph thronged together Desert Thy setting day. 7 Keep green my love when in the garden's anguish Clouds o'er Thee roll, THE NEW DAY. 57 Nor let my truant heart in slumber lan- guish Before Thine outpoured soul. Keep green my love when thorns of pain are wreathing Thy stainless brow, Till o'er Thy cross my song of praise be breathing, ' I see Thy kingdom now ! ' THE NEW DAY. " To-day, if ye will hear His voice." — Heb. iii. 7. T^ROM the sunshine of Thy dwelling Thou hast sent me this new day, Laden with Thy love excelling, Tidings of Thy glory telling To refresh my way. 2 Good and perfect gifts are lying Wrapt within its folds of light, Pledges of a faith undying, That earth's sorrow and its sighing Will but last a night. 58 DAYBREAK ORISON. 3 Solemn is this day descending From the fulness of Thy years, With my past and future blending, New life opening, old life ending, — Born 'mid smiles and tears. 4 Shall it bring my footsteps nearer To the Light above the sun ? Will it show my pathway clearer ? Will it prove Thy presence dearer, Ere its course be run ? 5 May I feel that Presence guiding, All its moments, every hour ! Through its shadows never hiding 'Mid its errors gently chiding, 'Neath its changes still abidin &j Making weakness power ! DAYBBEAK OKISOX. "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."- Lam. iii. 22, 23. f\N the wings of the outspread morning " My heart ascends to Thee ! And its darkness melts in the sunlight, And its burden drops in the sea ; DAYBREAK ORISON. 59 And its song is untouched by sadness, For its cares are cast away, And it hopes for a boundless treasure In the gifts of the coming day. 2 On the wings of the outspread morning Let me reach Thy golden light ! To know my path with Thy knowledge, To see my way with Thy sight : For, without Thy light to lead me, I shall choose my gifts in vain, And the glitter of earth shall be dearer Than the life of Thy cross of pain. 3 On the wings of the outspread morning Let there enter into my soul The sigh of the hearts that are heavy, The sound of the waves that roll ! Let them enter and stir my spirit With the burden of griefs not mine, To bear on the wings of the morning Its message of love divine ! 60 THE FIRE AND THE CLOUD. THE FIRE AND THE CLOUD. " In the day-time also He led them with a cloud, and all the night with a light of fire." — Psalm lxxviii. 14. T END me, Lord, Thy softening cloud "^ When sunshine makes a heaven be- low, Lest in the desert I be proud, Forgetful whence the sunbeams flow. 2 Lend me, Lord, Thy fire divine When darkness hides Thee from my soul, Lest in the desert I repine, Forgetful whence the shadows roll. 3 Be Thou the shade on my right hand When in my strength I stand alone ; And when in night I lose the land, Be Thou my star, my guiding One. 4 Cloud of the Cross, Light of the Crown, With eve and morn my path beset ; Let pride on Calvary's steep lie down, Let faith arise on Olivet. 5 Thy cloud that meets me in the day Is but the shadow of Thy wing, THE DIVINE GRIEF. 61 Concealing from my sight the way, That faith alone may homeward bring. 6 Thy fire that meets me in the night Is the full brightness of Thy face, Revealing through my tears a light That leads me to Thy dwelling-place. THE DIVINE GEIEF. " Grieve not the Holy Spirit of God. " — Eph. iv. 30. rpHERE is no grief of man can hold so much As this of Thine ; Our human sorrows cannot nearly touch Thy pain divine. 2 They suffer most that most have power to love ; And Thine, we know, Is measureless by aught in heaven above Or earth below. 3 There is no bleeding like the spirit's pain, The pierced soul ; 62 THE DIVINE GRIEF. There are no tear-drops like the drops that rain From hearts not whole. 4 There is no broken heart like heart that breaks For loved one's sin ; The fall of our ideal ever wakes The death within. 5 And this was Thine, is Thine, Father dear, In triple power, Thy boundless love with vision piercing- clear, Beheld that hour. 6 Thou hadst a floweret in Thy garden fair, Prepared by Thee, And all the sun and warmth were gathered there, Its life to be. 7 There came a withering blast across the field, Born from the dead, And now Thy floweret will no perfume yield- It droops its head. THE DIVINE GRIEF. 63 8 And yet Thy love refuses to be cold ; Could it but die, Thy grief would vanish like Thy flower- et's gold, And leave no sigh. 9 But Thou hast kept Thy grief by keeping love, And night and day Thou callest on each influence to remove Thy flower's decay. 1 Oh grief of fondness born, oh pain whose sting Is love's own might, Can we do naught to crucify the thing That makes Thy night ? 11 Can we not in the garden watch with Thee One silent hour, And feel a common agony to see Thy withered flower ? 12 Forbid that I should add to Thy dread cup One drop of woe, But grant me for myself to gather up Its overflow. 64 IN THE WILDERNESS. 13 Thy tears in dark Gethsemane o'erran Their limits' brim ; Help me to lift those fallen drops for man, And live for him. IN THE WILDEKNESS. " Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness." — Matt. iv. 1. G URELY some power has led me wrong ! I have been brought from out the throng Into the desert air. The work I did is left undone ; The task I planned is not begun, And void has been mv care. 2 I had a splendid sphere of life, A noble chance to calm the strife That sunders man from man. A hand was stretched across the day ; My strength was weakened in the way ; I fainted where I ran. 3 And yet the outset of my year Had seemed to bid me not to fear The falling of a veil, IN THE WILDERNESS. 65 For on the banks of Jordan's stream My soul had caught a dazzling gleam That said, ' Thou shalt not fail.' 4 Be still, my soul, thou hast not failed ; The cloud o'er which thy heart has wailed Is driven by thy God. He sent thee His baptismal light To make thee ready for the night, Strong for the lonely road. 5 Think not the silence of the hour Will interrupt the growing flower Of thy life's active bloom ; The rest that is in secret born Shall rid the rose of every thorn, And leave its petals room. 6 The strength of every soul is less Till it has touched the wilderness, And learned to be alone ; 'Tis from the desert we command The prospect of our promised land And sight of Judah's throne. 7 'Tis in the desert God prepares His destined ones to be the heirs Of ages yet to be ; E 66 the invalid's gift. For only they who stand and wait Beside the shade of suffering's gate Shall earn the right at last, though late, To bid the bond be free. THE INVALID'S GIFT. ' : To what purpose is this waste ? " — Matt. xxvi. 8. f\ LORD, the seeds I sow for Thee ^ Can never fruitage yield, No harvest from my gifts can be ; They slumber in the field. I lie on bed from morn to night, Oppressed with languor's load ; All I can give is prayer for light To those upon the road. 'Tis only fragrance, nothing more — Only a perfume sweet ; The box is broken on the floor, The ointment seeks Thy feet. Others, with health and strength to tell Its value rich and sure, The treasure for great sum could sell, And give it to the poor. THE INVALID'S GIFT. 6 7 Be not afraid ; my soul, be still ; Thy Father sees no waste, For there are gifts of mere goodwill With neither form nor taste, — Gifts that are but the will to give The prayers that good be given, And these before Him ever live As the best things in heaven. Thou canst do naught but wish and pray Upon thy bed of pain, Bat thy heart's desire from day to day Is counted golden grain ; And thy Father lays to thine account The works thou fain wouldst do, And to thy vision of the Mount Imputes the climbing too. Oh, there are gifts whose only power Is but the joy they lend : They do not last beyond the hour, They serve no outward end ; And yet, before their bloom be dead, They light within the heart A radiance that, when they are fled, Refuses to depart. 68 THE DOORS OF THE TEMPLE. 6 There is a love that gives delight For its own sake alone ; It has no power to help the fight, No strength to win the throne : It stands like Moses in the rear, And lifts its arms in prayer, Yet to the Father it is dear Because itself is fair. 7 And so by Him thine ointment, poured Upon the idle ground, Within His memory is stored In ecstasy profound : Its fragrance was the human love That meant to give its best, And thou shalt find it yet above In His heart of raptured rest. THE DOOES OF THE TEMPLE. "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." — Matt. vii. 7. npHHEE doors there are in the temple Where men go up to pray, And they that wait at the outer gate May enter by either way. THE DOOES OF THE TEMPLE. 69 2 There are some that pray by asking ; They lie on the Master's breast, And, shunning the strife of the lower life, They utter their cry for rest. 3 There are some that pray by seeking ; They doubt where their reason fails, But their mind's despair is the ancient prayer To touch the print of the nails. 4 There are some that pray by knocking ; They put their strength to the wheel, For they have not time for thoughts sub- lime, — They can only act what they feel. 5 Father, give each his answer, — Each in his kindred way ; Adapt Thy light to his form of night, And grant him his needed day. 6 Give to the yearning spirits, That only Thy rest desire, The power to bask in the peace they ask, And feel the warmth of Thy fire. 70 THE DOORS OF THE TEMPLE. 7 Give to the soul that seeketh, 'Mid cloud and doubt and storm, The glad surprise of the straining eyes To see on the waves Thy form. 8 Give to the heart that knocketh At the doors of earthly care The strength to tread in the pathway spread By the flowers Thou hast planted there. 9 Then in Thy common temple There shall worship hand in hand The lives that man's heart would hold apart As unfit to dwell in one land. 10 For the middle wall shall be broken, And the light expand its ray When the burdened of brain and the soother of pain Shall be ranked with the men that pray. THE SECRET. 7l THE SECEET. " The secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him.''' — Psalm xxv. 14. HI HERE is a secret down in my heart That nobody's eye can see ; In the world's great plan it has no part, But it makes my world to me. The stars regardless have onward rolled, But they owe my secret half their gold. It lies so low, so low in my breast, At the foot of all else 'tis found ; To all other things it is the rest, But its own supjDort is the ground. By the breath of its native life it lives ; It shines alone by the light it gives. I call it peace, but I cannot tell The fountain whence it was fed ; The fountain has kept its secret well, And the day has been mute as the dead. I only know that an angel came And blessed the waters, and left no name. 72 THE SECRET. 4 It passed understanding, this peace of mine, — It came in my darkest hour ; It woke when the stars had ceased to shine, When the sunlight had lost its power. Like the Lord from the precincts of the tomb, Through close -shut doors it filled the room. It filled the room and it filled my life With a glory of source unseen ; It made me calm in the midst of strife, And in winter my heart was green ; And the birds of promise sang on the tree When the storm was breaking 1 on land and sea. O peace, unsolved by the things of earth, Thy secret has made me great ; If I cannot trace the place of thy birth, There must be a higher gate : There must be somewhere a hidden door Where tidings come in from the heavenly shore. THE TEACHING OF THE DESERT. 73 THE TEACHING OF THE DESERT. " Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while." — Mark vi. 31. /^VNE day my Father said to me, ^ ' Come up and be alone ; The city has been paved by thee, The desert is unknown ; I have prepared a secret place Where thou canst see Me face to face.' 2 He laid me on a couch of pain, He closed the curtains round. My work was broken on the plain ; The silence was profound. I smote my breast and cried in haste, " Lord, to what purpose is this waste ? ' 3 He spake to me in accents low, He soothed me as a child ; He said, ' I cannot let thee go Till thou art undefiled. Thou hast been strong to do and dare ; Thou hast no place for those that bare.' 4 I heard, and through great suffering's door There came a startling light ; 74 SERVICE BY NIGHT. It made my bed a shining floor, It made my silence sight ; My couch became a mansion wide For all who stand at ebbing-tide. 5 Oh happy pain, oh grief endeared, Oh day of workful rest, Thou hast in me a temple reared For those that are unblest, And in my deeper love hast given Power of the keys to open heaven. 6 My desert led me to the way Of such as toil and spin ; The vision of my setting day Lit up love's torch within ; And where my loneliest watch began I found the brotherhood with man. SEEVICE BY NIGHT. " Behold, bless ye the Lord, all ye servants of the Lord, which by night stand in the house of the Lord." — Psalm cxxxiv. 1. IV/TY Father, Thou hast those whose love Can only watch and pray ; SERVICE BY NIGHT. 75 They have no space wherein to move, They have no power whereby to prove How steadfast is their way. 2 They lie mayhap on weary bed, And ask at morn for eve ; Among the living they are dead, But still their blossom is not fled, — They worship while they grieve. 3 Methinks their blessings in the night To Thee are dearer far Than the lark's song in heavenly height Whose notes are wakened by the sight Of the bright morning star. 4 To stand by night, un scared by gloom, To feel the shades and sing, To lift the voice upon the tomb, To serve by giving others room, It is a wondrous thing. 5 To stand upon Moriah's hill, Unseen by human eye, And, with a spirit tranquil still, To offer up the dearest will, It needs the power on High. 76 STRENGTH FOR LIFE. 6 But in that power, Father dear, Their thorn has found its grace, And, through the strength behind the tear, Their souls have purchased sure and near A vision of Thy face. STEENGTH FOE LIFE. " The truth shall make you free. " — John viii. 32. T^ATHER divine, I come to Thee, — I yield, a captive, to Thy sway, That Love's gold chain may set me free For all the burden of the day. 2 I come not to avoid my care, I come not to desert the strife ; I come to seek new strength to bear, I fly to find new power for life. 3 My crosses press upon my soul, Thy cross alone can make me free ; My waves of trouble round me roll, Let Thy still voice speak peace to me ! STRENGTH FOR LIFE. 77 Many there be that seek Thy face To meet the hour of parting breath, But 'tis for earth I need Thy grace, — Life is more solemn still than death. 5 When morning gilds the porch of day, I feel so vile amid the glow That I would faint, didst Thou not say, ' I make thee whiter than the snow ! ' 6 When noontide brings its work to all, I find my task so hard to be, That I would sink, didst Thou not call, ' My strength is perfected in thee ! ' 7 When darkness leads the world to rest, The silent burden of the night Would crush, but for Thy message blest, " At evening time there shall be light ! " 8 Oh may these streams of golden light To all my desert way be given, Till faith itself is lost in sight, And days on earth be days of heaven. 78 IGNORED BLESSINGS. IGNOKED BLESSINGS. " I heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet." — Rev. i. 10. T HEARD a voice behind me ; On the road I had passed it by : It was lost in the way of the garish day ; It was powerless while it was nigh ; It was like the ram in the thicket That Abraham did not find Till he turned his back on the coming track, And looked on the days behind. 2 And so, my soul, it is ever With the blessings round thy head ; They are not known till the bird is flown, And the bloom of the flower is dead. Thou art pressing on to the future, And the past is out of mind Till the hour of pain calls thee back again To dwell in the days behind. 3 Thou art asking a revelation Of thy Father's guiding love, And it seems to thee that thy light shall be From the things that are stored above, But the path whereon now thou movest Is itself with mercy lined, THE DIVINE NAME. 79 And the brightest gleam of the upper stream Shall be caught from the days behind. 4 O Father of light and leading, From the top of each rising hill Let me cast my eye on the road gone by To mark the steps of Thy will : For the clouds that surround the present Shall leave this heart resigned, When the joy appears in the path of tears That led through the days behind. THE DIVINE NAME. ' ' There wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day. . . And Jacob asked him, and said, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name." — Gen. xxxii. 24, 29. [" SAT beneath the stars of night, And watched their wealth of gold ; And I said, ' O Lord, Thy name is Light, For Thy treasures are untold.' But He said, ' My name is larger far, For the light excludes the gloom, And in the bosom of My star The cloud too must have room/ 80 SEEKING HOME. 2 I sat beneath the thunder's ire, And heard its chariot roll, And I said, ' Lord, Thy name is Fire, For Thou bowest down my soul.' But He said, ' The Fire is not my name, For its terror makes thee chill, And in the bosom of My flame The frightened heart grows still.' 3 I sat beneath lone Calvary's height, With Olivet above, And I saw the sunbeam fold the night, And I said, ' Thy name is Love.' And He answered, ' Thou hast found the chain That binds the gold and clay, For Love shall bless the wrestler's pain At the breaking of the day.' SEEKING HOME. " The same came to Jesus by nighty — John iii. 2." HP HE night was dark in the silent sky, No message to read, no word to hear, And I sat me down with a heavy sigh, And longed for the morn to near ; SEEKING HOME. 81 For I was seeking to reach a home Whose door I thought to be far away, And I could not move till the light had come, And I anxiously watched for the day. 2 And by-and-by, like a soul released, There broke the dawn of a coming sun, And it oped the gates of the kindling east And began its race to run. And, as it spread over sea and shore, It touched the spot of my weary rest, And lo, I sat on the step of the door That had been the place of my quest. 3 Why did I not begin with the hand, And try to touch what I could not see ? It was vain to seek in the shadowy land ; But my power to knock was free. One beat at the door would have opened wide The home so near to my heart's desires, And the hours I spent in the porch outside Might have glowed by the household fires. 4 And so, my Father, when falls the night, When the gates of the eye reveal no ray, 82 LIFE IN DEATH. I shall not wait for the coming light, But feel by the hand my way. And I know, when Thy light shall be seen above, And break on the spot where I latest stand, I shall find that my path of struggling love Was within the promised land. LIFE m DEATH. "His eye teas not dim, nor his natural force abated." — Deut. xxxiv. 7. rilHERE is a life whose vital power Grows stronger as the hill descends : It sleeps in nature's morning hour ; It wakes where nature ends. 2 I saw a mighty soul of earth Go down into the vale to die, And one by one the gifts of birth Reclaimed were by the sky. 3 I saw the daylight leave the walls ; I heard the music fade away, LIFE IN DEATH. 83 And through the aisles of memory's halls The echoes ceased to stray. 4 But in the temple's inner shrine There burned a glory sevenfold bright, And, like a lighthouse lashed with brine, Faith streamed into the night. 5 Men said, ' he is unconscious now ; ' God said, ' for the first time he knows ; ' The vision of the mountain's brow Is clearest at life's close. 6 Oh golden morn at closing day, Oh youth revived at gates of even, Oh spring-time born of year's decay, We hail thy pledge of heaven. 7 We hail the pledge that something lives When heart and flesh are faint and frail, When earthly joy no pleasure gives, And human pomp is pale, — 8 That even then with undimmed gaze My soul amid the waste can stand, And by the light of larger rays Discern the promised land. 84 THE POWER OF SPIRITUAL INFLUENCE. THE POWER OF SPIRITUAL INFLUENCE. "Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at Thy word I will let doivn the net." — Luke v. 5. T HAD toiled all night ; I had toiled in vain ; There was nothing more to be done. I was going home without one gain At the time of the setting sun. " Let down your net once more and try," Said a voice in the upper air. I cast my net with despairing sigh, And I made my harvest there. 2 What was it bade me try once more ? It was not a sight from below ; There was no hope from the land or shore That another seed would grow : It was a voice from the unseen land That moved me against my will ; The spirit conquered where failed the hand, And the heart where the arm was still. 3 And so, my Father, I ever find That the turning-points in my day Have come from paths that were never lined In the chart of an earthly way THE POWER OF SPIRITUAL INFLUENCE. 85 The sight of a summer sun at even, The breath of an autumn field, The song of birds in the morning heaven, The change in my fate have sealed. 4 Thou hast broken to me Thine unseen bread In my hour of want and fear ; In the midst of death I was clothed and fed; There was light when no star was near. There was lit in my heart a lamp of praise When my heart itself was dim, And I tried my net again by its rays, And my life was filled to the brim. 5 I bless Thee, Lord of the many doors, For the source of that unseen flow Whereby Thy river its gladness pours Through unlifted bars of woe. How the waters get in I cannot tell, For they come when my comforts cease, But I find their streams down in Baca's well, And I know that their end is peace. 86 THE SOLACE OF THE VALLEY. THE SOLACE OF THE VALLEY. " Though I walk through the valley of the shadoiv of death, I will fear no evil : for Thou art ivith me." — Psalm xxiii. 4. rTlHEHE is a valley paved with tears, Whose gates my soul must pass, And to dim sight it yet appears Darkly as through a glass. But in its gloom faith sees a light More glorious than the day ; And all its tears are rainbow bright When Calvary crowns the way. 2 Jesus, my Lord, within that veil Thy footsteps still abide ; And can my heart grow faint or fail When I have these to guide ? Thy track is left upon the sand To point my way to Thee ; Thine echoes wake the silent land To strains of melody. 3 What though the path be all unknown ? What though the way be drear ? Its shades I traverse not alone When steps of Thine are near. SABBATH MORNING. Thy presence, ere it passed above, Suffused its desert air ; Thy hand has lit the torch of love, And left it burning there. SABBATH MORNING. " This is the day which the Lord hath made; we loill rejoice and be glad in it." — Psalm cxviii. 24. /^VH, new-born day, Day with promise beaming, Help me on my way To where thy heights are gleaming. 2 Hope thou bring' st to me Far beyond my seeing ; Leafless is the tree, But winter's thoughts are fleein 3 Like the Baptist's voice Heard in Gospel story, Thou bid'st life rejoice O'er a coming glory. 88 SABBATH MORNING. 4 Nothing dost thou bring But the heart's new likeness, And the power to sing Prophecies of brightness. 5 Inward are thy spheres, But their inward shining Borders all my fears With a silver lining. 6 And I mount afar, Clouds and billows breasting, Led by Bethlehem's star To the place of resting. 7 Bear me on thy wings Thither where thou fliest, Till the noontide ring's " Glory in the highest ! " 8 Till is reconciled Peace with earthly danger, Where God's Sabbath mild Sleeps in Herod's manger. god's desire for our best. 89 GOD'S DESIEE FOE OUE BEST. " Build Thou the icalls of Jerusalem. Then shalt Thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness." — Psalm li. 18, 19. f\H, not from broken walls ^ Thine offering bring to Me ; Not where the twilight falls, Not from the faded tree, Not on the raging deep, Not 'mid the thunder's roll, Not in the dreamless, loveless sleep Of a withered, sapless soul. 2 Oh, keep not all thy flowers For the hour of fainting breath ; Hast thou no living bowers ? Can we only meet in death ? Can I only have thy hand When thy heart is mute and cold, And when the famine o'er the land Makes waste in the earthly fold ? 3 Oh, could I but receive The fulness of thy years, The eyes not taught to grieve, Thejieart yet void of fears, 90 god's desire for our best. The pulse with ardour strong, The hope with promise high, The sense of right unscared by wrong, Unhurt by the darts that fly. 4 My thirsting love desires Thy love in all its prime, Life with its youthful fires, Day at meridian time, Faith that can wing its flight, Not from the winter snow, But in the joy of Nebo's height, Where the gleams of Canaan glow. 5 Oh pray, then, that thy flight Not in the winter be, For weary is the fight Of the heart that is not free ; And slow the pilgrim wends His way to duty's call When the morning sacrifice ascends From the place of a ruined wall. THE SHADOW OF GOD. 91 THE SHADOW OF GOD. " The children of men put their trust under the shadow of Thy ivings." — Psalm xxxvi. 7. rPHERE is a shadow that calms our cares, There is a curtain that brings us light, There is a cloud that the Father wears When His love is too strong for sight ; When the fire of His presence draws too near He brings me down to the valley's shade, And His glory is hid from eye and ear In the cloud that His love has made. 2 I thought at first when my sorrow came It proved that my Father was far away, And in all the world there was no name To whom my soul could pray ; But when, ere ever the cloud passed by, I felt a strength in the midst of gloom, I knew that my Father must be nigh, And my heart burst into bloom. 3 I have reared in shadow my flower of love, It has bloomed, Father, by night to Thee; 92 DOUBT. It has oped its petals to hopes above, To a day it could not see, And in time to come I shall fear no foe, Though the sky be dark and the air be chill, For I know that the flower of love can glow When the sun has set on the hill. DOUBT. " They found Him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them and ashing them ciuestions.'" — Luke ii. 46. f\H Thou that in the temple courts Didst ask Thy way to earthly lore, To Thee my struggling soul resorts To find an open door. 2 Within the fane of human life I beat against the bars and cry, ' Give me some exit from the strife Of baffled ear and eye.' 3 I know Thy love will not despise The mists of doubt that dim my air, But will translate my spirit -sighs Into the words of prayer. DOUBT. 93 4 There is a shaking of life's ark That only comes from trembling love ; The shadoAv that I call the dark Is born of light above. 5 The tremor of too great a bliss, That fears the news should not be true, Pursues me in a world like this, And hides Thee from my view. 6 And o'er the sea and through the lands My spirit in the death of pride Outstretches half-despairing hands To touch Thy wounded side. 7 My questioning is my prayer for light ; My doubting is my cry for Thee ; My struggle is my war with night, My birthright to be free. 8 'Tis in Thy temple I inquire ; It is Thy light that strikes me blind ; Naught but the music of Thy lyre Makes silence in my mind. 94 CHRISTMAS NUPTIAL BELLS. CHEISTMAS NUPTIAL BELLS. t: And Simeon took the child Jesus up in his arms." — Luke ii. 28. T3ISE, bridal morn, Youth and age are meeting Where the world outworn Bethlehem's Child is greeting. 2 Rise, bridal morn, Heaven and earth are blending Where the day new-born Meets the shadows ending. 3 Earth, by age oppressed, Tired of life's old story, Gathers to her breast This young hope of glory. 4 Old and new year stand At the dawn caressing, Where frail Simeon's hand Gives the Child a blessing. 5 And the Child returns More than all his giving, In the fire that burns With new powers of living. god's heroes. 95 6 Oh, bridal morn, Round thy throne are twining Hearts with anguish torn, And days with promise shining. 7 Darkness meets with noon, Light with lives that languish ; God will conquer soon, And joy put out the anguish. 8 Childhood's dawn shall break Simeon's inward slumber, And the spring shall wake Seeds of countless number. 9 And the bells shall ring Peals o'er ocean carried : ' Man has found his wing ; Earth and Heaven are married.' GOD'S HEEOES. " These all died in faith, not having received the promises." — Heb. xi. 13. VE who have published tidings on the mountains, I build to-day my cenotaph to you ; 96 god's heroes. Ye have unsealed for man the crystal foun- tains Whose living freshness has made all things new. 2 Above the world, in regions high and lonely, Your path through earth and time in silence sped ; In midst of life ye wore the cypress only ; Ye bear the laurel now that ye are dead. 3 Ye were not great men in your generation ; Your comrades praised the dwellers on the plain ; Your height abased you to obscurest sta- tion ; Ye could not point the road to outward gain. 4 Yours was the poignant pain of being leaders, First in the field, the foremost in the van ; The books you published were too high for readers ; They waited for the brotherhood of man. god's heroes. 97 5 Ye stood alone, unhonoured, unbefriended, Telling of days when love should reign supreme, When strife should cease, and self -life would be ended, And every drop exist but in the stream. 6 Your day was lighted by to - morrow's glory ; Your mountain caught the glow of suns not nigh ; With him who basked on Nebo's summit hoary It was your mission but to see and die. 7 And by the light ye saw we now behold you Wreathed in the beams that cheered you on your way, Transfigured from the shadows that en- rolled you By the full advent of your promised day. 8 Preserved in youth by your divine em- balming, That shut you out from earth's corrupt- ing air ; G 98 GALILEE. Ye stand undimmed, with presence calm and calming, To tell that immortality was there. CxALILEE. " Behold, He goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see Him" —Matt, xxviii. 7. T WAIT for Thee at earth's gates of gold, Where the river of life runs full and free, Where the heart is young, and the tale untold, And the storm not heard on the sea ; But I cannot catch the sound of Thy feet For the rush of that river so deep and strong, And Thy still small voice, so low and sweet, Is drowned in the siren's song. 2 I wait for Thee at earth's gates of care, ■ Where the toilers work and the bur- dened bend, Where the timid sink in a great despair, And the bravest hope for the end. THE JOY OF THE LORD. 99 And lo ! as I join that fainting band, To lend in my strength one arm the more, There breaks a light on the shadowy land, And I see Thee on before. 3 We shall meet in Galilee's vale of tears, Where the heart is touched with a com- mon woe, And Thy form, transfigured by golden years, In the breaking of bread I shall know. In the breaking of bread I shall know Thy face, Spite of all its change in the light above ; And beneath its smile I shall trembling trace The print of the wounds of love. THE JOY OF THE LOED. "Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord" — Matt. xxv. 21. npHY joy is what the world calls pain ; It is the love that loses all : Our name for loss is Thine for gain ; Thou risest where we fall. 100 THE JOY OF THE LORD. 2 I dreamt that I was dead, and stood Beside the heavenly gate of gold ; And in my heart I said, ' 'Tis good To reach the happy fold.' 3 But, ere I passed the golden gate, I held it best to stand and see The kind of pleasures that await The souls that follow Thee. 4 And as I stood I heard a prayer From myriad voices rolled on high, ' Send me, Lord, to lift the care Of those that strive and cry.' 5 I left the golden gates and fled — They were not made for sense and sin ; • My heart was still among the dead — It could not enter in. 6 And now the solemn thought with me Is not that heaven may shut its door, But lest I find an entrance free Ere I have wings to soar. 7 I fear, unripe for selfish joy, To tread the mansions of the blest, And in a world of love's employ To find no place for rest. MORNING ASPIRATION. 101 8 Send me Thy Spirit ere I come, Send me Thy love before I die, That I may welcome as a home Thine altar in the sky. MORNING ASPIRATION. "My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning." — Psalm v. 3. 1WTY voice shalt Thou hear this morning, For the shades have passed away, And out from the dark like a joyous lark My heart soars up with the day ; And its burden all is blessing, And its accents all are song, For Thou hast refreshed its slumbers, And Thy strength hath made it strong. My voice shalt Thou hear this morning, For the day is all unknown, And I am afraid without Thine aid To travel its hours alone. Give me Thy light to lead me, Give me Thy hand to guide, Give me Thy living presence To journey side by side. 102 AT SUNRISE. 3 Star of eternal morning, Sun that can ne'er decline, Day that is bright with unfading light, Ever above me shine ; For the night shall all be noontide, And the clouds shall vanish far, When my path of life is gilded By the bright and morning star. AT SUNKISE. " In the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee.'" — Psalm v. 3. rpHOU art coming from the east With Thy golden garments gleaming, And to nature's marriage-feast All the guests of life are streaming ; For the sun has touched the hills, And the earth meets heaven half-way, And each bird with transport trills To the bridal of the day. 2 Thou art corning from the east ; Shall my heart alone be lonely ? Shall Thy joy that fills the least Pass untouched my spirit only ? ASCETICISM. 103 Shall the eagle reach his sky, Shall the bee embrace her flower, But my heart with home on high Miss the music of the hour ? At the nuptial gates of day, Where the morning meets the mountain, Let me stand to catch the spray Of Thy light-revealing fountain ; For the way is hard to trace, And the sacrifice too sore Till I find Thee face to face At life's tabernacle -door. ASCETICISM. " Oh that I had icings like a dove ! for then would I fly aivay, and be at rest." — Psalm lv. 6. f\H ! could I fly away, ^ Far from the ceaseless play Of din and strife, Into some soft retreat In whose retirement sweet This heart no jar could meet, Should I find life ? 104 THE JOY OF SACRIFICE. 2 Nay, nay, my soul ! in vain On the deserted plain Wouldst thou seek rest, For the great world of sin Dwells with thyself within, And till its death begin Thou art not blest. 3 But couldst thou only flee From this cold heart in thee To thy Lord's love, Stainless thou mightst remain Where earthly pleasures reign, Nor need to ask again Wings like a dove. THE JOY OF SACKIFICE. " Let us offer the sacrifice of praise " — Heb. xiii. 15. TS, then, My service one incessant sigh ? Pain without ceasing, pain without recoil ? Altars that flame against the evening sky, Seeking to purchase peace by paths of toil? THE JOY OF SACRIFICE. 105 2 How couldst thou deem My love would be at rest In the mere vision that thou lovedst not Me ? How couldst thou think My spirit would be blest To know My presence brought a sting* to thee ? 3 Is there no chariot other than the grave Wherein thy gifts can rise from earth to heaven ? Is there no sacrifice more true and brave Than bids thy flower to fade ere it is given ? 4 I know a bush that fire does not destroy ; I know a flower that heat can but expand ; I know a sacrifice whose root is joy ; I know an altar that unbinds the hand. 5 Love is that altar ; in its cleansing fires The tree of life grows green with youth again, And, in the fervour that its flame inspires, The captive heart forgets its former pain. 100 THE INTEREST OF TEARS. 6 Put on My fetters and thou shalt be free ; Embrace My altar and thy cords shall fall; Become love's captive, and thy soul shall be Lord of itself and master over all. 7 And in the furnace lighted by that love Thou shalt receive no hurt amid the blaze, But, round thine ancient cares, unbound shalt move To offer up thy sacrifice of praise. THE IXTEEEST OF TEAES. "Put Thou my tears into Thy bottle." — Psalm lvi. 8. T POURED a flood of sorrow On joys fled like morning dew, And in the coming morrow My tears all had vanished too ; But in the years long after, When fell the autumn's golden gleam, I found them turned to laughter In sparkles of a running stream. STRENGTH FOR THE DAY. 107 'Tis not enough that gladness Should break o'er my sea of pain ; I want to feel that sadness Has dimmed not mine eyes in vain ; I want the living Father, Who weaves His chariots from the cloud, My tears themselves to gather, And bring life from sorrow's shroud. So, in mine hours of weeping, There's no rainbow calms my fears Like news that God is keeping In safe treasury all my tears, — That though I have consigned them To what I deem the shades of night, Some future day shall find them In rills touched by morning light. STRENGTH FOR THE DAY. "As thy days, so shall thy strength be." — Deut. xxxiii. 25. T ORD, Thou hast all my frailty made, "^ And Thou mine inmost want canst read ; Prepare Thy light for every shade, Prepare Thy strength for every need. 108 STRENGTH FOR THE DAY. 2 When at Thy word the tempests form, When at Thy breath the mists o'er- shroud, Provide Thy still voice for the storm, Provide Thy rainbow for the cloud. 3 What time I sojourn in the night, Let Bethlehem's star rule all the sky ; And when I climb steep Calvary's height, Let Olivet be clear on high. 4 Send me, with each new step of trial, A higher flight of heavenly song ; Lend me, with each fond hope's denial, The power to feel the hope was wrong. 5 Grant me, with every bitter thorn Thy love refuses to destroy, The perfect strength of weakness born, The perfect grace that equals joy. 6 I may not bid the shadows flee — They are the shadows of Thy wing ; Give but the eye more power to see The love behind their gathering. 7 I may not cast Thy cross away ; Thou gavest me Thy yoke to share ; THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH. 109 Give but the arm new nerve each day, Give but the heart fresh love to bear, — 8 Until my thorn become my flower, Till death itself in life shall rise, And human sorrow's midnight hour Ring the first chimes of Paradise. THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH. " They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength." — Isaiah xl. 31. [" OKD, at Thy feet my prostrate heart is lying, Worn with the burden, weary of the way ; The world's proud sunshine on the hills is dying, And morning's promise fades with part- ing day ; Yet in Thy light another morn is breaking, Of fairer promise, and with pledge more true, And in Thy life a dawn of youth is waking Whose bounding pulses shall this heart renew. 110 THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH. 2 Oh, to go back across the years long van- ished, To have the words unsaid, the deeds un- done, The errors cancelled, the deep shadows banished, In the glad sense of a new world begun ; To be a little child, whose page of story Is yet undimined, unblotted by a stain, And in the sunrise of primeval glory To know that life has had its start again ! 3 I may go back across the years long van- ished, I may resume my childhood, Lord, in Thee, When in the shadow of Thy cross are ban- ished All other shadows that encompass me : And o'er the road that now is dark and dreary, This soul, made buoyant by the strength of rest, Shall walk untired, shall run and not be weary. )ear t blest. To bear the blessing that has made it VISION IN RETROSPECT. Ill VISION m EETEOSPECT. " / will cover thee ivith My hand while I pass by : and I will take aivay Mine hand, and thou shalt sec My back ; but My face shall not be seen."- Exod. xxxiii. 22, 23. f" SHALL look upon Thy glory when Thy presence has gone by, I shall read by fires of memory the vol- ume of Thy ways, For I cannot see Thy providence while yet events are nigh, — It only shines reflected from the light of vanished days. 2 I shall look upon Thy glory when Thy presence has gone by, For the moment is not sanctified till it has ceased to be ; And the altars of my worship never reach the noonday sky Till I build them in the evening to the things I used to see. 3 I shall look upon Thy glory when Thy presence has gone by, For, while yet Thy form is passing, Thou art covering my sight, 112 VISION IN RETROSPECT. And it often seems the darkest when Thy sunshine is on high, And the haze of summer heat appears as shadows of the night. 4 I magnify my childhood when its innocence is flown ; I understand my desert when I reach the promised land ; I build my tower at Bethel to the sorrow I have known When I recognise the sorrow as the cover of Thy hand. 5 And in the last deep valley, when the mist is on the hill, When the gate of sense is closing to the beauty of the hour, I may want the wings of rapture, but my spirit shall be still, In the knowledge that my weakness is the presence of Thy power. 6 1 may want the wings of rapture, but my spirit shall foresee That, when death's cold hand with- draweth and uncovereth the eyes, THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD. 113 I shall find the gloomy portal to have been life's gate to me, And the valley of the shadow shall, be lit with great surprise. THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD. 11 Where dweUcst Thou ? "—John i. 38. rpHY home, Lord, is everywhere, Yet nowhere art Thou all revealed ; For when I say, ' Thou dwellest there,' One half Thy glory is concealed. 2 Thou palest in the starry night ; Thou flushest in the blaze of day ; Thou shadest from the beam too bright ; Thou lightest from the sunless way. 3 Thou standest cloud- wreathed on the hill ; Thou liest flower- wreathed in the vale ; Thou whisperest in the zephyr still ; Thou speakest in the rending gale. 4 Thou art the rest of crowded life ; Thou art the life of solitude ; H 114 THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD. Thou art the cairn that comforts strife ; Thou art the strife that strengthens good. 5 Yet most in man, in highest man, In Him that made the cross a crown, Thy living image, Lord, I scan, And hail the heaven to earth brought down. 6 In Him who joined the poles of thought, Made sorrow joy, made Calvary shine, My meanness is to glory wrought, And earth is heaven, and man divine. 7 In Him I hide my raiment vile, In Him I clothe myself anew ; And in His cross my crosses smile, And in His joy my joys are true. 8 And in His love my world is nigh, His life my pulse, His breath my air, His will my heart, His light my sky, His heaven my dwelling everywhere. THE CHRISTIAN'S POLE-STAR. 115 THE CHRISTIAN'S POLE-STAE. '■ Far above every name that is named." — Eph. i. 21. TESUS, Fountain of my days, Well-spring of my heart's delight, Brightness of my morning rays, Solace of my hours of night ! When I see Thee, I arise To the hope of cloudless skies. 2 Oh, how weary were the years Ere Thy form to me was known ! Oh, how gloomy were the fears When I seemed to be alone ! I despaired the storm to brave Till Thy footprints touched the wave. 3 But Thy presence on the deep Calmed the pulses of the sea, And the waters sank to sleep In the rest of seeing Thee, And my once rebellious will Heard the mandate, " Peace, be still ! " 4 Now Thy will and mine are one, Heart in heart, and hand in hand ; 116 THE CHARIOTS OF GOD. All the clouds have touched the sun, All the ships have reached the land ; For Thy love has said to me, " No more night ! " and " no more sea ! " THE CHAEIOTS OF GOD. " Who mciketh the clouds His chariot." — Psalm civ. 3. f\H, make my clouds Thy chariots to ^ bear my spirit home, And let them lift me far aloft above the starry dome, Above the host of seraphim, above the angel choir, Into Thy presence face to face to find my heart's desire ! 2 Oh, make my clouds Thy chariots, let them raise me from the dust, From the mean, and poor, and earthly, from the moth and from the rust, From the selfishness that wearies, from the vanity that cloys, To the love that passeth knowledge, to the peace that passeth joys ! GOD AT THE GATES OF MAN. 117 3 Oh, make my clouds Thy chariots, where- in this heart shall run To bind each broken life that bleeds be- neath the circling sun, To touch with kindred sympathy the woes the world hath given, And on the wounds of earth to pour the healing balm of heaven ! 4 Oh, make my clouds Thy chariots ; so shall I learn to see That the mist that dims the glory is itself a light from Thee ; For the shadows of the wilderness to me shall sins' aloud When I find Thy nearest coming in the advent of a cloud ! GOD AT THE GATES OF MAN. " There was no room in the inn." — Luke ii. 7. WILT thou not let Me in ? The night is cold ; I seek within thy heart a place of rest ; 118 GOD AT THE GATES OF MAN. I have been wandering since the days of old, And have not found a nest. 2 Wilt thou not let Me in ? I've waited long In silent supplication at thy side ; I came when youth poured forth her matin song, And now 'tis eventide. 3 Wilt thou not let Me in ? Thou need'st not fear My presence would repress one fire that glows ; The voice that on the tree-top warbles clear Breaks not a leafs repose. 4 I would not interrupt life's daily round, But only, in the singing of the soul, Would bear thy steps more swiftly o'er the ground, More surely to the goal. 5 Wouldst thou not yet get back the joy of youth, The rainbow view, the spring-time of thy days, CHRISTIAN PRAYER. 119 The faith in loveliness, the trust in truth, The perfecting of praise ? 6 Wouldst thou not see the shadow of the dial Retrace its path upon the opening hours, Till morning, not untried, but cleansed by trial, Should light again the flowers ? 7 Such is My promise : at the door I stand ; My rest shall be thy power, My sleep thy waking ; The room thou yieldest shall thy heart ex- pand O'er fields where day is breaking. CHEISTIAN PEAYEE. " Teach us to pray." — Luke xi. 1. WHAT shall I wish for Thee, Light of " " my heart ? What can I ask that shall add to Thy heaven ? 120 CHRISTIAN PKAYER. Temples of beauty and treasures of art, Forms without blemish and suns with- out even ? More precious far must the offering be Whereby my soul shall wish gladness to Thee. 2 Where is Thy want that is yet to be filled ? Not in the heights where Thy glory is reigning ; Where is Thy field that remains to be tilled ? Not in the stars where Thy strength is restraining ; Not in the telescope's might can I see Spaces too barren to satisfy Thee. 3 But there are fields where the microscope bends, Down in the valleys of lowly creation, Soil that no fruitage nor flower ever lends, Life with no sunbeam to lift from pros- tration — These are the clouds on Thine emerald sea ; These are the want of pure gladness to Thee. A NEW- YEAR WISH. 121 4 Teach me, O Father, to join in Thy care ; Send me Thy wish for the loveless and lonely ; Grant me the grace in Thy sorrow to share That Thy will has been done by the lifeless stars only ; Thou wouldst be loved by a heart that is free : That is Thy prayer, — let me pray it with Thee. A NEW-YEAR WISH. " Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree^ — Isaiah lv. 13. T SENT a New-Year wish to a friend Who stood at the gate of life's morn- ing hours, And I breathed it thus : ' From beginning to end May your path be strewn with flowers.' But, as I thought of the words I chose, I paused to ponder if it were well To leave no place for a thorn in the rose Of the fate I would foretell. 122 A NEW- YEAR WISH. 2 I sat down to wish my wish once more, And the words to a nobler song were lined : ' May thy path be covered from shore to shore With the flowers thou hast left behind ; Be it thine to pluck from thy way the thorn And with bleeding hand plant the roses red, That the sons of men in the days unborn On a path of flowers may tread.' 3 And such, my soul, is my wish for thee, — Thy Father's wish in the heaven above, That thy road in life may a pathway be Bedecked with the flowers of love. The flowers of love are not nature's flowers, They are not born in the desert air ; They are brought from the heart's far distant bowers, And must be transplanted there. 4 Thou shalt find the Canaanite in the land — I shall not wish that it were not so ; It is good the seed should be sown by thy hand Where the briers were wont to grow. THE PROMISE OF LIFE. 123 Of all good wishes it is the best — Best use for life and best cure for pain — That thy hands should toil for another's rest, And plant for another's gain. THE PEOMISE OF LIFE. " We, according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwellcth righteousness. " — 2 Pet. iii. 13. T\7HY is the spring so glad ? 'Tis not for any joy the eye can see, For leaves as yet are scant upon the tree, And not a field is clad ; But all the spring-time's cheer Comes from the promise of the coming year, And all its rapture swells Because betimes the prophet primrose tells Of birds of summer song In days of sunlight long. 2 Why is my youth so bright ? 'Tis not for any joy the eye can see, For all unfathomed yet is life by me, And land is not in sight ; 124 THE PROMISE OF LIFE. But through the gate of morn There comes the breath of roses yet unborn, And o'er the common way Floats the refrain of music far away, And in my heart I hear The promise of the year. 3 Lord, shall Thy word be vain ? Shall nature's spring alone her promise keep, And mine be buried in eternal sleep Beneath life's dusty plain ? Shall not the years that roll Beveal to me the dreamland of my soul, And in full months unfold The gates of that pure city paved with gold Where tempests shall be o'er, And niofht shall be no more ? 4 Meantime, I bless Thy name That ere the Patmos journey has begun Mine eyes have gazed on the unsetting sun, And caught the inspiring flame ; For Thy best gifts to me Are messages of good things yet to be, HOPE AND MEMORY. 125 And only by their power Can my frail steps surmount the weary hour. It is to-morrow's ray That guides me through to-day. HOPE AND MEMOKY. "Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things ichich are before.'" — Philip, iii. 13. TTTHERE shall I hide the memories of " " my pain ? They lie like pictures on my spirit's walls. I draw the curtains 'gainst the wind and rain, But over that past world no curtain falls To shroud the things behind. 2 I go to sleep, but sleep itself reveals The phantoms of a day that long is fled, And through the land of shadows softly steals The figured presence of the loved and dead To wake the things behind. 126 HOPE AND MEMORY. 3 Would I not lose some glory by forgetting ? Have I not treasures drawn from days of old ? There is a sadness in the daylight's setting ; But who would miss the splendour of the gold To part with things behind ? 4 Keep then the gold, my soul, and hide the setting ; Thy Father shows to thee a path of peace ; Thou canst forget thy pain without for- getting The forms and voices that can never cease To bless the things behind. 5 Turn memory into hope, and thou shalt see The past illumined by the future's glow ; Put forth thy hand to touch the life to be, And thou shalt find the joys of long ago No more the things behind. 6 There is a death of memory that is brought Not by oblivion, but by coming light, — HOPE AND MEMORY. 127 It fades as childhood fades in manhood's thought ; It dies as starlight dies at morning's sight, Not needing things behind. 7 May this forge tfulness, my heart, be thine ; Not the great deadness of an outgrown sorrow, But the deep trust that ceases to repine, Since yesterday shall come again to- morrow Bearing the things behind. 8 Fields of the past to thee shall be no more The burial-ground of friendships once in bloom, But seed-plots of a harvest on before, And prophecies of life with larger room For things that are behind. 9 Live thou in God, and thy dead past shall be Alive for ever with eternal day ; And planted on His bosom thou shalt see The flowers revived that withered on the way Amid the things behind. 128 CHRISTIAN PATIENCE. CHRISTIAN PATIENCE. " / united patiently for the Lord." — Psalm xl. 1. T AM sitting on the steps of Thy pavilion ; I am waiting for the coming of the day, But I know I am but one amongst the million, And I shall not murmur at the hour's delay. I know that there are others in December That are waiting at the gates as well as I, And my burden is forgot when I remember The sound of the million's cry. 2 There is not in the pages of earth's story A beauty that the laurel less has crowned Than the patience that has waited for Thy glory When the winter snows have covered all the ground ; The meekness that, with folded hands abid- ing* Has trusted in the love it cannot see, And kept amid the chill its lips unhiding, Has a palm from none but Thee. CHRISTIAN PATIENCE. 129 3 How little do we deem that in the attic, Where the invalid repines not in her pain, There is seen by Thee a glory more ecstatic Than the triumph leading captives in its train, There is seen by Thee a lustre more resplendent In the patience that refuses to revile, Than when victor marches home with kings dependent To bask in a nation's smile. 4 Thou hast precious gems to count from lane and alley When Thou shalt gather jewels from the dust ; Thou hast precious flowers to cull from nook and valley When Thou shalt blend the garlands in Thy trust ; Thou hast precious hearts to glean from fields of anguish When Thou shalt raise the army of Thy Son, And the leaders shall be those that did not languish Till the march of the day was done. I 130 THE UNFULFILLED DESIKE. THE UNFULFILLED DESIEE. "Delight thyself also in the Lord; and He shall give thee the desires of thine hearth — Psalm xxxvii. 4. "LEATHER, my heart has never found Its perfect goal below, — It beats in vain upon the ground Against the cold and snow ; It has no chance to reach its home Save in a kingdom yet to come. 2 All other things beneath the sky Receive their kingdom here ; There is a splendour for the eye, A music for the ear : But my heart's cry for perfect love Waits to be heard in heaven above. 3 Why should my heart alone be void If earth to man be all ? Why should Thy bounty be alloyed By one unanswered call ? Wings help the bird's desire for flight ; Why should my soul be left in night ? THE UNFULFILLED DESIRE. 131 4 Thy wings are coming, oh, my heart ; Thy want of them on earth Itself is promise that thou art Prepared for higher birth. The need this world has so denied Is bound above to be supplied. 5 Thou hast not found thy sphere in life, Only thy hemisphere : One half thy globe is mist and strife ; The other must be clear. Thou shalt be rounded in the day When God shall wipe thy tears away. 6 Within thy breast thou canst not plant A flower of fadeless breath, For some are chilled by frost and want, And all must yield to death : Thou waitest for a higher hour To lend thee room to wield thy power. 7 Sure as the eye demands its beam, Sure as the ear its voice, So surely on thy path shall gleam The freedom of thy choice ; And thou to whom earth was not given Shalt meet thy counterpart in heaven. 132 THE BARRED GATE OF EDEN. THE BAEEED GATE OF EDEN. " God placed at the east of the garden of Eden cherubim, and a flaming sword, . . . to keep the way of the tree of life" — Gen. iii. 24. G HALL I never get back to the days of ° old? Shall I never return to my childhood's hour Where the rivers of Eden in silver rolled, And the tree of life was in flower ? Shall I never regain that first fresh light Of the heart that has never heard of wrong, That knows not the distance of day and night, Nor the contrast of weak and strong ? 2 Nay. nay, my soul, thou canst not go back, For the cherubim guard the gateway well, And the flaming sword has covered the track Whereon thou wert wont to dwell. Thou canst not become a child again That only lives by the moment's breath, For thy lips have tasted the fruit of pain, And thou hast been near to death. THE BARRED GATE OF EDEN. 133 3 Wouldst thou go back if thou couldst, my soul ? Wouldst thou have rather the flowers of Eden That only shine when no shadows roll, Than those where the sun is hidden ? There is a garden of blooming life Down in Gethsemane's vale of fear, Whose every flower has been born of strife, And whose every seed is a tear. 4 And, methinks, this sorrowful garden is best, Though its fruits for the time less tempting be, Though its spices go out because flowers are pressed By the winds coming over the sea. The love that its fragrance has learned to yield By the breath of the breeze on its fra- gile form Will never again ask to dwell in the field Where the plant is reared without storm. 134 SPIRITUAL REPOSE. 5 Oh, Christ of love, let me pluck Thy rose That bloomed in the garden against the thorn, And wear in my breast the sweet repose That from hours of pain was born : Let me win Thy crown through the bitter cross, And carry Thy load o'er the sultry day, And I shall not weep for the morning's loss When the cherubim bar the way. SPIEITUAL EEPOSE. "Rest in the Lord." — Psalm xxxvii. 7. f\ THOU upon whose bosom lay Those hearts made weary by the way Of life's incessant care, My spirit too, with toil oppressed, Seeking in vain an earthly rest, Is driven dove-like to Thy breast, And bid to nestle there. 2 It is not that I wish to lie Forgetful of the earth and sky, And hid from human ken : SPIRITUAL REPOSE. 135 I would not prize, I would not crave A rest unconscious like the grave, Nor seek repose that could not brave The wills and wants of men. 3 I seek Thy rest that I may find A stronger impulse to the mind, And higher stretch of wing, Even as the lark more freely soars Because he hears the song he pours, And is impelled by music's oars To work as well as sing. 4 Thou didst Thyself on earth recline Upon Thy Father's breast divine, And rest on Him Thy will ; And therefore it was given to Thee The mightiest of all souls to be, — To walk upon the stormy sea And bid its waves be still. 5 If I am sheltered by Thy love, I shall not hurt by heaven above The path of earth below ; But in my spirit's deep repose I shall be strong against my foes, And bear the thorn upon the rose, Unmurmuring as I go. 136 THE SIGN OF IMMORTALITY. 6 If first upon the mountain height I see Thy radiance calm and bright Before I seek the plain, With face illumined by the skies I'll go where the demoniac lies, And by Thy rest will soothe his cries, And burst his iron chain. THE SIGN OF IMMOETALITY. " They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid Him." — John xx. 2. "T17HY shouldst thou mark the place ? " " Thy Master is not here ; The living spirit must efface The traces of the bier. 2 Why shouldst thou haunt the spot That shrined the unconscious clay ? For here to comfort there is naught, — ■ The presence is away. 3 Thou bringest precious flowers To deck the scene of doom, And with the flight of summer hours They too shall find a tomb. THE SIGN OF IMMORTALITY. 137 4 Oh, wouldst thou have a flower That never, never dies, But keeps its fresh immortal bower When all else withered lies ? 5 Wear, then, upon thy heart The blossom of thy love, And thou shalt bear, where'er thou art, The pledge of life above. 6 Why should thy Father tell The place of Moses' rest, Or point thee where the napkin fell That bound the garments blest ? 7 There's not a spot on earth, Green though the grass may be, Fit to be symbol of the birth That waits the soul set free. 8 Thou hast no wreath so fair To lay upon thy dead As love's refusal to despair Because the flame is fled. 9 And, where that love is found, Thou hast within thy soul 138 THE GOSPEL TREE. A field of consecrated ground Whereon no ages roll. 10 Oh, love defying time, Oh, heart untouched by years, We can forget the funeral chime When thy green wreath appears. THE GOSPEL TEEE. "Behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush icas not consumed." — Exod. iii. 2. rFHOU art burning on, thou ancient tree, With unabated flame ; The fires of earth have beat on thee, And thou art still the same : Thou art not lessened in degree, Nor tarnished in thy name. 2 Thou hast borne the sweep of the blast un- tired, The scorching heat unseared ; Where most afflicted, most admired ; When wounded, most revered ; By thine own torturing flame inspired To make thyself endeared. THE GOSPEL THEE. 139 Thou hast drawn from fire the vital beam Whereby thy boughs are fed ; Thy tears themselves have been the stream That binds the branch and head : No life with fruits for man can teem Until its sap be shed. Thou hast met the battle and the breeze For twice a thousand years, And, spite of not a moment's ease, No wrinkled leaf appears : Like ripples over summer seas Thou hast suppressed thy fears. Thou hast two sides of thy life on earth ; One has in dust its share, — It blends with scenes of pain and dearth, It touches common care : The other seeks a higher birth, And branches arms of prayer. Oh, Church of the living Lord of all, Like Him to thee is given A common life with those that fall, And an upper life in heaven ; A being with the weak and small, And a path where stars are driven. 140 LIGHT IX DARKNESS. 7 Thy starlight's glow shall put out the fires That check thine earthly way ; The burning of thy pure desires Shall burn thy dross away, And in the love thy Christ inspires Thou shalt endure for aye. LIGHT IN DAEKNESS. "Songs in the night." — Job xxxv. 10. rTIHERE is a song of gladness That rings oft through hours of pain ; There is a night of sadness That hears oft the morning strain ; There is a peace of fulness That ne'er fades with grief or fear ; There is a cloud whose dulness Shall not mar God's golden year. 2 Wouldst thou at night have gladness, And feel peace surprise thy soul ? Wouldst thou have song in sadness, And hear waves of music roll ? Wouldst thou in want have fulness, And find grace for every thorn ? Wouldst thou in fire have coolness, And draw strength from dangers borne ? LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 141 Come then to Him that rendered His own life in love for all, And in the gift He tendered Beheld His heart's burden fall; Whose cross dropped in the waters, And left no rippling wave behind, Because earth's sons and daughters Alone filled His bosom kind. When clouds of night are nearing, And day sinking on thy sea, Thy brother's cross appearing Shall chase all the mists from thee And, in the yoke sustaining Of pain felt for others' woe, The skies that once were raining Shall break into morning's glow. Oh, peace that passeth knowing, At night I shall find thy rest Whene'er my heart o'erflowing Shall seek hearts like mine distrest : The dove of pity, winging Her way to scenes outside the ark, Shall leave behind a singing Whose sweet strains shall clear the dark. 142 RETICENCE IN SORROW. RETICENCE IN SORROW. "As long as the cloud abode upon the tabernacle they rested in their tents." — Num. ix. 18. SAT in the depth of sorrow Down by the lone wayside, For the winds of the east had withered The things of rny former pride ; And I said to the great All-Father, ' Is it not souls like me That should visit the homes of the wretched, And pray with the lost at sea ? ' 2 But He answered, ' Thou art mistaken ; Grief cannot succour grief : It is only the soul's emerging That can bring to the sad relief; It is only from heights of sunshine Thou canst judge thy darkened sky : Wait in the shade of thy dwelling Until the cloud shall pass by.' 3 It is not the power to sorrow That helps me to meet the sad ; The angel of God's ministration Is he whom grief has made glad ; RETICENCE IN SORROW. 143 Tis he that has washed his red garments, And made them all-white with joy, And found that the heat in the furnace Has only consumed the alloy. 4 Therefore, Father of spirits, I will not reveal my pain, Lest the sons and the daughters of sorrow Should say that all life is vain. I shall wait in my tent enfolded Till the rainbow of promised peace Shall bring the pledge from the darkness That the troubles of earth shall cease. 5 I shall wait in my tent enfolded, And cover my doubts with the gloom, Till the light of the Christ resplendent Shall burst from the midst of my tomb. When the cloud shall be lined with silver, And the cross shall be formed of gold, I shall then go forth from my dwelling, And tell what Thy love has told. 144 god's captive. GOD'S CAPTIVE. " And they went in unto Noah into the ark, . . . and the Lord shut him in." — Gen. vii. 15, 16. O OMETIMES I long to walk abroad, And sport upon the flowery road, But at the door I find that God Has shut me in. 2 I cannot tell the reason why ; There is no outlet to the eye ; The house is lighted from the sky That shuts me in. 3 I fret against the iron bar Whose bond would thus life's pleasure mar ; Why make my soul for flight afar, And shut me in ? 4 I call on God, who formed my wing, And meant me in the air to sing, My life from this small ark to bring That shuts me in. 5 But all the time outside the door The floods are raging strong and sore, god's captive. 145 And cries from every creature pour To be shut in. 6 The lot my spirit deemed so dark Was to all else a place of mark, And hundreds longed to reach the ark, And be shut in. 7 Oh, highly favoured soul of mine, Wherefore didst thou so long repine ? Thy sun did never brighter shine Than when shut in. 8 The walls that curtained out thy day Were like the angel's flashing ray That turned in Eden every way To keep thee in. 9 And henceforth, when I am oppressed With narrow space wherein to rest, I shall esteem the barrier blest That hems me in. 10 I shall remember God was good, When waters raged where mountains stood, To make for me an ark of wood, And close me in. K 146 THE REVELATION OF DIVINE SILENCE. THE REVELATION OF DIVINE SILENCE. " If it were not so, I would have told you." — John xiv. 2. HP HERE are things I wish to know That no outer voice has told ; I have asked above, below, But the cloud is not unrolled ; I have asked the silent sky, I have asked the murmuring sea, But the only found reply Is the echo back to me. 2 Yet there are notes within That are louder than a voice, For the heart, in spite of sin, Has its heights of heavenly choice ; And from out this struggling heart There come flashes o'er the way, Beneath whose beams I start On the road to perfect day. 3 If there dwell within my soul A longing deep and high, And if no bell shall toll To contradict its cry, THE REVELATION OF DIVINE SILENCE. 147 The silence has become Itself my sign from heaven That in my Father's home The boon I ask is given. 4 I have yearnings deep and strong That my life of human love May be suffered to prolong Its path in worlds above ; And although no chimes yet ring Their answer 'cross the snow, Silence doth tidings bring That my Father says not ' No ! ' 5 Would He afflict my days By hopes without a ground ? Would He my longings raise Uncensured by a sound ? If these were but a spell Cast o'er me by the night, Would He not speak to tell How fleeting was their light ? 6 Oh, silence of my God, Thou dost Thyself reveal ; My hopes beneath the sod In Thee once more I feel. 148 THE ANSWER OF THE TEMPEST. In Thee I still aspire, In Thee I pant and pray, For Thou hast known my deep desire And yet hast not said ' Nay ! ' THE ANSWEK OF THE TEMPEST. " Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind" — Job xxxviii. 1. T ASKED my Father why my life Was fraught with storm and stress ; I called to Him from out the strife, I struggled for redress ; I knocked at every likely door Whose opening might the mist explore. 2 I asked the beams of morning light, But thence no answer came ; They kept their secret like the night, They varied not their flame ; They seemed indifferent in their glow To whether man had warmth or snow. 3 I asked the everlasting hills, But these made no reply; They stood erect 'mid human ills, They saw men toil and die : THE ANSWER OF THE TEMPEST. 149 Beneath their strength I felt afraid To press my puny claim for aid. 4 I asked the leaves of summer green, Wet by the summer rain ; I asked the streams, whose silver sheen A cloud began to stain : There was no answering voice to mine, — They bore their cross and made no sign. 5 I said the search was all in vain, — I rose up to depart ; There was no door that could explain The tempest of my heart : But, ere my full complaint was o'er, The tempest's self became my door. 6 I'd sought the reason for my storm At every gate but one ; I dreamed not sorrow could inform Why her own deeds were done ; And in surprise I cried aloud When God replied out of the cloud. 7 He told me that my suffering hour Would be its own defence ; He showed me that my spirit's flower Must spring from buried sense ; 150 THE TRANSFORMATION OF CROSSES. He said my harvest would be found In struggling seeds beneath the ground. 8 And henceforth in my time of loss I'll seek no other gate ; I'll stand beside my Saviour's cross, And for its answer wait : The couch of stone my God has given Shall be to me the door to heaven. THE TEAXSFOEMATION OF CEOSSES. " The crooked shall he made straight." — Isaiah xl. 4. T HELD one day my staff in a stream, ■*■ And looked as the waters ran, And to my sight all bent did it seem Like the form of an aged man. I drew it out to the blaze of day, — It was straight from end to end ; The traces of age had passed away, And left not a crook nor bend. 2 It had always been straight except to the eye, This wonderful staff of mine ; THE TRANSFORMATION OF CROSSES. 151 It only wanted the open sky That its upright form should shine ; It only wanted the heavenly light, Unmarred by the water's now, To show it had never lost its height, Nor failed in its power to go. And so, my Father, my forms of life Look bent in the waters' face ; They seem to live in a world of strife, And their beauty I cannot trace : But when they shall stand outside the stream, Thy light shall break the spell, And in the joy of the coming beam I shall know it was always well. ' Oh, send Thou forth Thy light and Thy truth,' I sing with the men of old, ' That the forms of age may get back their youth, And the dross may reveal its gold.' I seek not the change in a Father's plan, — It could not more perfect be : I only ask that Thy ways to man May be read with the light to see. 152 CHRISTIAN CHARITY. CHKISTIAN CHAKITY. " All flesh shall see it together." — Isaiah xl. 5. f\H, could we see together ^ In the things of the upper air, Through stress of wind and weather We should be brothers there. We are brothers down in the valley, We are brothers out in the plain, But we break our ranks when we sally Up the heights of the mountain-chain. 2 We shall never see together Till we learn that the truth is wide, And that they who journey thither Need not enter by one side ; Till we learn that each gate of vision Is the part of a mighty whole, And that faith only finds fruition When I see with my brother's soul. 3 Till we have eyes together, Let us meantime join hand in hand ; The future shall tell us whether We have seen a common land. THE UXLIMITEDNESS OF DIVINE LOVE. 153 To-day let us stand united In doing the work we can, And our union in God shall be lighted By the torch of our union in man. THE UNLIMITEDNESS OF DIVINE LOVE. " Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image." — Exod. xx. 4. 1V/TY name is Love, and love can ne'er be graven, — It moveth ever, ever on the wing ; It cannot stand within a settled haven, — It must have room to soar and space to sing- : Its sphere is flight. 2 My name is Love, and love is ever changing, It cannot keep its form one silent hour ; Through varied shapes its mighty life is ranging, And ever fresh-revealing is its power : It moulds like light. 3 My name is Love, and love seeks no adorn- ing ; Wouldst thou imprison it in gorgeous gold ? 154 THE UNLIMITEDNESS OF DIVINE LOVE. It keeps its onward course from eve to morning Through scenes of squalor and through skies of cold : It works by night. 4 My name is Love, and love abhors the telling Of its good deeds in images of clay ; Rather it aims to hide where it is dwelling, And veil its presence from the blaze of day: It seeks not sight. 5 My name is Love, and love is never dying, — Earth's graven forms are fading every year ; But love is ever spring, though time is flying, ^ And keeps its glory when the leaves are sere : Tis fadeless bright. 6 My name is Love, and love's house is not builded, — It craves an image never wrought by art ; It seeks a beauty that no gold has gilded : Spontaneous in the temple of the heart Its fires ignite. THE SPIRITUAL CREATION. 155 THE SPIEITUAL CREATION. " Weave His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus." — Ephes. ii. 10. OHD, in my spirit, one by one "^ Thou dost repeat the wonders done At Thy creative work begun. 2 When first I came from out the night, The earliest sense that woke was sight, And Thou didst say, " Let there be light." 3 I saw pass by Thy shining car ; I had no thought of near or far ; I tried to catch the bright day-star. 4 But when I found my strength was spent The air with infant cries I rent, And met therein my firmament, — 5 I learned that distance vast divides The river in the sky that glides From ebb and flow of earthly tides. 6 Then grew I up from eve to morn, With each beginning newly born, Leaving each former stage forlorn. 156 THE SPIRITUAL CREATION. 7 First, as a plant of field I grew, Unmindful of the winds that blew, Unconscious that I nothing knew. 8 Next, with the cattle on the plain, Bird of the air, fish of the main, I rose to sense of joy and pain. 9 Then woke the spirit of the man, With laws to bind, with hopes to fan, With powers to say * I ought,' ' I can.' 10 One stage remains to make me blest, The brightest, loveliest, and the best ; My bosom must become Thy rest. 11 In vain from peak to peak I go, If on the summit of pure snow I cannot Thy communion know. 1 2 For bird of air and fish of sea The earth was made a rest to be ; I came to be a rest to Thee. 13 Creation's Spirit most doth move, And mightiest on the waters prove, When life has found a home for Love. THE THRESHOLD OF PRAYER. 157 THE THRESHOLD OE PEAYEE. "Hallowed he Thy name." — Matt. vi. 9. T^ATHEB,, when first I pray to Thee, I shall not ask for aught to me, But my great cry shall ever be, " Hallowed be Thy name." 2 I shall not ask for wealth or power, I shall not seek for field or flower, But shall begin devotion's hour With " Hallowed be Thy name." 3 I shall forget my petty care, I shall forget the thorns I wear ; I only in my heart shall bear " Hallowed be Thy name." 4 I first shall lift mine eyes above To view the dwellings of Thy lov-e, And my heart's lips shall earliest move To " Hallowed be Thy name." 5 I shall not pray for daily bread, I shall not ask my pathway spread, Till I have buried self and said, " Hallowed be Thy name." 158 THE AGE OF GOLD. 6 I shall before all else desire That Thy great love may kindle fire Which shall the sons of men inspire To consecrate Thy name. 7 I would postpone my human need To seek Thy praise in word and deed, And to imp] ore the years to speed The hallowing of Thy name. 8 So shall my morning act of prayer Be no mere cry of want's despair. But wreathe for Thee a garland rare Around Thy holy name. 9 Before I ask, I shall adore ; My gift of love shall go before, And yield my heart while I implore " Hallowed be Thy name." THE AGE OF GOLD. " Thy kingdom come." — Matt. vi. 10. T LONG, I long for the day to break When the sceptre of love shall rule ; When the toilers shall rest, and the sleep- ers wake, And the joy of each heart shall be full ; THE AGE OF GOLD. 159 When the pillars of vice to their centre shake, And the joy of each heart shall be full. 2 I long, I long for the day to shine When the sceptre of peace shjall reign ; When battles shall cease and feuds decline, And the wounded be healed again ; When the pain of my brother be felt as mine, And the wounded be healed again. 3 I long, I long for the day to gleam When the sceptre of truth shall quell The doubts that have troubled the human stream, And teach me that all is well ; When God shall arise with His golden beam, And teach me that all is well. 4 I long, I long for the day to rise When the sceptre of holy light Shall cleanse the heart in the mire that lies, And lift from the soul its night ; Shall spread o'er the earth its spotless skies, And lift from the soul its night. 5 I long, I long for the day to near When the sceptre of law shall guide ; 160 THE AGE OF GOLD. When the justice pure and the conscience clear Shall be witnessed far and wide ; When the rights of man, to the heart made dear, Shall be witnessed far and wide. 6 I long, I long for the day to spread When the sceptre of mind shall sway ; When the lamp of earth's knowledge shall be shed On the paths that wait for its ray ; When the task shall be learned and the book shall be read On the paths that wait for its ray. 7 I long, I long for the day to smile When the sceptre of union waves ; When a bridge shall be stretched from isle to isle O'er lands that the ocean laves ; When peace all hearts shall reconcile O'er lands that the ocean laves. 8 I long, I long for the day to blaze When Christ's sceptre of sacrifice Shall lift each soul from its selfish ways To the joy of another's prize ; When the song of each be a hymn of praise To the joy of another's prize. SUSTENANCE BY THE HOUR. 161 SUSTENANCE BY THE HOUR "Give lis this day our daily bread." — Matt. vi. 11. Ci IYE us our bread to-day, — We trust Thee for to-morrow ; We do not seek to tell the way Through paths of coming sorrow : We know, when these draw near, The wall that bars our view Shall open in a gateway clear, And we shall enter through. Give us our bread to-day, — We live but by the hour ; The future hath its hidden ray, And shall reveal its power : We ask for present light To lift the pressing load, To help us o'er the steps of sight Into faith's unseen road. Give us our bread to-day, — Clouds of to-morrow's sky Will cease to fill us with dismay When present strength is high : Even great Elijah's fire Required earth's common fare L 162 SUSTENANCE BY THE HOUR. Ere faith his vision could inspire To see beyond his care. 4 Give us our bread to-day ; We ask not from our Father Manna in greater stores to lay Than each morn's need can gather : Our nourishment for morn Might famish us at even, For at each stage we are new-born, And need new bread from heaven. 5 Give us our bread to-day, — I ask for ours, not mine ; Should I for unshared blessings pray, My prayer is not divine : Thou hast ordained Thy bread To pass from hand to hand, Till each shall see Thy banquet spread Through all the desert land. 6 Give us our bread to-day, And as each finds his rest, Let him turn his gladdened eyes away To those not yet so blest; And from board with plenty filled Let his word of grace be said, ' Remember those with fields untilled,- Give them their daily bread.' PENITENCE. 163 PENITENCE. "Forgive us our debts." — Matt. vi. 12. T ORD, pay the debts I owe ; They weigh upon my heart ; They rise where'er I go, — In church and home and mart : Alike in feast and fare and fast, I struggle to forget the past. 2 I struggle to forget, — I struggle all in vain ; Fires on the hills that set Have found me on the plain : The seeds I sowed in depths profound Have met me on my brother's ground. 3 It is not that I fear The judgment of Thy hand ; To conscience would be dear The mark of such a brand, — The sense that I had borne the pain Would help to wash the crimson stain. 4 'Tis not enough to know That I have been forgiven, 164 PENITENCE. Or made all-white as snow, In meetness for my heaven : My injured brother's haunting groan Would find me on the emerald throne. 5 Lord, pay the debts I owe ; Undo my wrongs to man ; Redress the tears that flow ; Illume the cheeks made wan : Make Joseph's prison-house the gate Up to the heights of regal state. 6 I've left upon the way Crosses of grief untold ; Lord, lift them day by day, And beat them into gold : Transform the deeds I meant for wrong Into the source of light and song. 7 Take up my fruitless years ; Do what I've left undone ; Dry Magdalene's tears ; Light Bartimeus' sun : I cannot feel my life sublime Until Thou hast redeemed my time. 8 My debts are not forgot Though they have been forgiven, FOR LIGHT AND LEADING. 165 And not the slightest jot Shall be o'erlooked by Heaven : It would to me be comfort small, Unless my Father paid it all. FOR LIGHT AND LEADING. " The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light." — Isaiah ix. 2. G HINE, shine, Father Divine, ^ Out in the fields where night is spreading ; Gleam, gleam, heart-searching Beam, Down in the vales where vice is tread- ing ; Rise, rise, Star of the skies, Over the shades of human sorrow ; Play, play, Fountain of living day, On eyes that wait for to-morrow. 2 Bring, bring, health on Thy wing Into the homes where sickness reigneth; Bear, bear, freedom from care Into the hearts where fortune paineth ; Give, give, courage to live Unto the souls where anguish waketh ; 166 VISION IN ABSENCE. Tell, tell, all things shall answer well At morn when the daylight breaketh. VISION IN ABSENCE. " And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a double portion of thy spirit be upon me. And Elijah said, . . . if thou see me when I am taken from thee, it shall be so unto thee." x — 2 Kings ii. 9, 10. TTOW shall I tell that Thy Spirit Dwells in communion with me ? How shall I know I inherit Something in kindred with Thee ? How shall I find Thee abiding In each swift change of my day ? How shall I feel Thou art guiding All that perplexes my way ? 2 ' Yes, thou canst know My abiding By a test tender and true ; Canst thou believe in My guiding When I am hid from thy view ? When the fair form that enshrines Me Fades in the shadows above, When night to silence consigns Me, Canst thou believe in My love ? 1 As the prophet speaking for God, Elijah here represents the Divine life. VISION IN ABSENCE. 167 3 Canst thou hold on still to bless Me When thickest clouds intervene ? Canst thou in spirit caress Me When My bright smile is unseen ? When through the ocean I travel, Compassed by storms of the sea, Canst thou the secret unravel, And bring thy heart stainless to Me ? 4 If I should empty My glory Into the heavenly air, And be absorbed in the story Of human sorrow and care, — Couldst thou still wait for My splendour Down in Gethsemane's vale, Yielding in tranquil surrender Thy will to a greatness grown pale ? 5 Then thou hast looked on a vision Flesh and blood could not reveal, And hast enjoyed a fruition Only My Spirit can feel ; Through the deep mists that efface Me, Love that can see Me and shine, Love that can follow and trace Me, Must be My own love Divine.' 168 UNSELFISH WORSHIP. UNSELFISH WORSHIP. " Doth Job fear God for nought?" — Job i. 9. /COULDST thou love Me when suns are ^ setting, Their glow forgetting In thought of Me ; Couldst thou refrain thy soul from fretting For days that used to be ? 2 Couldst thou love Me when creeds are breaking, Old landmarks shaking With wind and sea ; Couldst thou restrain the earth from quak- ing, And rest thy heart in Me ? 3 Couldst thou love Me when friends are failing, Because fast paling Thy fortunes flee ; Couldst thou prevent thy lips from wailing, And say, ' I still have Thee ' ? 4 Couldst thou love Me when wealth is flying, The night-blast sighing Through life's proud tree ; UNSELFISH WORSHIP. 169 Couldst thou withhold thy heart from dying, And find its life in Me ? 5 Couldst thou love Me when tears are welling Within thy dwelling Once glad and free ; Couldst thou escape their flood's high swelling, And reach thine ark in Me ? 6 Couldst thou love Me when storms are roaring, Their torrents pouring O'er mart and lea ; Couldst thou on larger wings be soaring, And hear all calm in Me ? 7 Couldst thou love Me when death is near- A mist appearing In all but Me ? If then thy heart cast out its fearing, Thy love shall perfect be. 170 THE GUILD OF HUMANITY. THE GUILD OF HUMANITY. " Your companion in tribulation" — Eev. i. 9. TT7E shall meet around the cross, brothers, We shall meet around the cross, For the only bands that can join our hands Are the nuptial fires of loss. We part in the flush of day, brothers, We part when the sun appears, But our roots are bound underneath the ground, — We are one in the path of tears. 2 We shall meet down in the vale, brothers, We shall meet down in the vale, For our hearts unite in the fading light, And we tell a common tale. The mountain's brow divides, brothers, We move on the ridge alone, But we all can lie in a kindred tie On the pillow of Jacob's stone. 3 We shall meet in a common load, brothers, We shall meet in a common load, For the burden that weighs on each heart that prays Is the marriage -ring of God. THE GUILD OF HUMANITY. l7l We are parted in time of flight, brothers, We are severed when on the wing, But the weight of care that excludes our air Puts on God's marriage-ring. 4 We shall meet where conscience wakes, brothers, We shall meet where conscience wakes, For the heart in pain through its own red stain For the sin of others breaks. Self-righteous pride repels, brothers, — It has fixed its gulf between ; But the sense of sin bids us claim our kin Where the leper's spots are seen. 5 We shall meet where our knowledge fails, brothers, We shall meet where our knowledge fails ; As the flock come together in thund'ry weather, Hands clasp when the vision pales. A partial light makes us proud, brothers, We despise each other's glow ; But the mist beyond gives a kindred bond, — We are one where we cease to know. 172 CHRISTIAN FREEDOM. 6 We shall meet in the living Christ, brothers, We shall meet in the living Christ ; In the lonely wait at the garden-gate We shall hold our evening tryst. We have masters whose ways diverge, brothers, And they lead us in parted trains, But the Christ of love with his goal above Has his path in our common pains. CHRISTIAN FEEEDOM. "Paul, the prisoner of Jesus Christ." — Ephes. iii. 1. "IV/TAKE me a captive, Lord, iVJ - And then I shall be free ; Force me to render up my sword. And I shall conqueror be. I sink in life's alarms When by myself I stand ; Imprison me within Thine arms, And strong shall be my hand. 2 My heart is weak and poor Until it master find ; CHRISTIAN FREEDOM. 173 It has no spring of action sure, — It varies with the wind. It cannot freely move Till Thou hast wrought its chain; Enslave it with Thy matchless love, And deathless it shall reign. My power is faint and low Till I have learned to serve ; It wants the needed fire to glow, It wants the breeze to nerve ; It cannot drive the world Until itself be driven ; Its flag can only be unfurled When Thou shalt breathe from heaven. My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine ; If it would reach a monarch's throne It must its crown resign : It only stands unbent Amid the clashing strife When on Thy bosom it has leant, And found in Thee its life. 174 BITHYNIA. BITHYNIA. " They assayed to go into Bithynia ; but the Spirit suffered them not" — Acts xvi. 7. T HAD a wish deep down in my soul That I longed to realise ; I placed before me the shining goal, And it filled the earth and skies : It floated aloft o'er sea and air, It flashed in the common day, It formed the burden of every prayer And the comfort of every way. 2 There came a cloud right over the scene, And it fell on my vision bright ; It touched with its waters the sparkling sheen, And its rays went out in night. I sat me down by the lone hillside, And raised to heaven my cry, — ' O God, Thy Spirit has ceased to guide, And Thy love has passed me by.' 3 In the flight of years, after climbing sore. I came to the top of life's hill, BITHYNIA. 175 And from its summit looked down on the shore That had wakened my heart's first thrill, — And lo, its light had all been a dream ! 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