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 ADDITIONAL POEMS 
 
 By THOMAS OSTENSON STINE 
 (Author of Heaven on Earth and Other Poems, Etc.) 
 
 1921 
 
 PFGOTT PRINTING CONCERN 
 
 SEATTLE, WASHINGTON 
 
ADDITIONAL POEMS 
 
 By THOMAS OSTENSON STINE 
 (Author of Heaven on Earth and Other Poems, Etc.) 
 
 1921 
 
 PIGOTT PRINTING CONCERN 
 
 S 10 A TTUR3, W A SH I NGTON 
 

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 Copyright, 1921 
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 MAY 14 1921 
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ADDITIONAL POEMS 
 
 Since the publication of the "Second Edition Enlarged" of 
 my book, "Heaven On Earth and Other Poems," I have written 
 the following: "The Voice of Seabeck," "The Angel of Love," 
 "The Lily to thy Rose," "There Are," "Christ in Bloom," "Divine 
 Beauty," and "The Budding Denny." 
 
 THOMAS OSTENSON STINE. 
 
THE BUDDING DENNY 
 
 High above the city with enchanting slopes of 
 green, 
 
 We hail thee as Denny, pride and honor of 
 the Queen. 
 
 We bail thee with shrubs and blooms and frag- 
 rance sweet and rare, 
 
 And with maples, firs and pines and lilies pure 
 and fair. 
 
 We hail thee with cedars grand and roses red 
 and white; 
 
 And with balmy courts and breezes, and a sky 
 serene and bright. 
 
 We hail thee with budding verdure ever to im- 
 part, 
 
 And with beauty blushing, which divinely 
 moves the heart. 
 
We hail thee because of early struggles, fond 
 and dear, 
 
 When the shaping of the city sought the 
 pioneer. 
 
 And to thee, O pioneer ! we sing a happy lay, 
 
 With unfolding love to blaze the pioneering 
 way. 
 
 And again to thee, sweet Denny Park above the 
 sea, 
 
 Where the blooms enchant, divine and move us 
 into glee. 
 
THERE ARE 
 
 There are hearts that are cold, there are hearts 
 
 that are weary; 
 There are hearts that are warm, there are 
 
 hearts that are cheery. 
 There are souls in their bloom, there are souls 
 
 in decaying; 
 There are smiles, there are tears that are often 
 
 betraying. 
 There are men with a grit who are strong and 
 
 inspiring ; 
 There are men with a doubt who are often in- 
 quiring; 
 There are men who are true with a radiance 
 
 beaming ; 
 There are men who are false with conspicuous 
 
 gleaming. 
 
There are men with a spirit which fills us 
 divinely ; 
 
 There are men with a purpose which moves us 
 supinely ; 
 
 There are men with the sunbeams in radiant 
 glory ; 
 
 There are men with the moonbeams reflecting 
 in story. 
 
 There are men who are good, but so silent in 
 action ; 
 
 There are men who are bad with a boastful at- 
 traction ; 
 
 There are women with pomp of a mystical 
 beauty ; 
 
 There are women like anarels devoted to duty. 
 
There are women with gossip and chatter and 
 prattle ; 
 
 There are women with mischief and clatter and 
 rattle ; 
 
 There are women with sunbeams and musical 
 sweetness ; 
 
 There are women artistic and gracious in neat- 
 ness. 
 
 There are women and men with a stately at- 
 traction ; 
 
 There are women and men with their blooms of 
 affection; 
 
 There are women and men with sublimity 
 looming ; 
 
 There are women and men with divinity bloom- 
 ins-. 
 
CHRIST IN BLOOM 
 
 I walked into the garden, 
 Where roses sweetly grow, 
 
 Where silver throats are spilling 
 Their songs on blooms of snow. 
 
 Below the snowballs looming, 
 The lilies pure, serene, 
 
 Are budding out their beauty 
 In clusters on the green. 
 
 And from their laughing petals 
 The thoughts of love outpour, 
 
 And on the balmy breezes 
 The honey makers soar. 
 
 And on the green serenely 
 The honey-suckles loom, 
 
 And daffodils in gaudy verdure 
 In cozy places bloom. 
 
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There is a touch of sweetness 
 
 And balmy is the air, 
 Where blossoms of affection 
 
 Are budding ever fair. 
 
 And in this gentle musing 
 With blooms, upon the green 
 
 We turn to sweeter pleasure 
 With happiness serene. 
 
 This sweeter pleasure prompts us 
 With Christ in action free, 
 
 And in the fragrant blossoms 
 His glory we can see. 
 
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THE LILY TO THE BOSE 
 
 The sun outpoured his beams effulgent, 
 And yonder snow peaks burst in bloom, 
 
 And stars were hanging cords of silver 
 Across the blue to light and loom. 
 
 The dewdrops on the rose and lily, 
 
 Like pearls and diamonds set in green, 
 Were kissed away with sunbeams leaping 
 A down the blue with joy serene. 
 
 And from their sleep the rose and lily 
 
 In silent beauty sweetly came, 
 And saw the landscape, bright and fragrant, 
 
 With wildwoods and the sea in flame. 
 
 And with the rising sun in heaven, 
 The lily whispered to the rose, 
 
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As sunbeams played around her petals, 
 And touched her graces in repose. 
 
 The lily laughed with lips of whiteness, 
 Her soul was sweet with purity, 
 
 And saw the landscape in its beauty, 
 With joy and gladness full and free. 
 
 She had no sadness in her longing, 
 But love divine serenely bloomed, 
 
 And winked and nodded with complacence. 
 As sunbeams played and brightly loomed. 
 
 The lily told of beauty joyous. 
 And service with a pleasing nod. 
 
 And how the folks with happy motives 
 Had sought her with the grace of God. 
 
And joyfully with sweet aroma 
 
 She laughed and blushed devoid of care, 
 And children in their playful doings 
 
 With gladness plucked her blooms so fair. 
 
 And as the lily spake of beauty 
 
 And purity from God above, 
 The rose with briers set divinely 
 
 Unfolded gently blooms of love. 
 
 "I truly love your tender whiteness," 
 The rose outpoured with sweetness rare, 
 
 And in her graceful beauty wafted 
 Her fragrance to the breezes fair. 
 
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"My blooms and briers have a purpose," 
 The rose with grace serenely spake, 
 
 "But thorns are set in sweetest blossoms 
 As sentinels to guard and wake." 
 
 "The lily is a tender beauty, 
 
 And oft I hailed her in the lea," 
 
 The rose with fragrance in her accents 
 Revealed in salutation free. 
 
 And sweetly in the heart of nature, 
 
 The lily and the rose serene, 
 In chorus sang with notes of verdure. 
 
 And blooms of love in meadows green. 
 
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THE VOICE OF SEABECK 
 
 Beyond the Cascades by the ocean, 
 
 A fascinating spot I know, 
 Where waves are rolling np their diamonds, 
 
 And mountains loom with peaks of snow. 
 
 The rising sun with gold and silver, 
 Ascends sublimely in the blue, 
 
 And paints the mountains, vales and waters, 
 With solar rays of rainbow hue. 
 
 The snowjr peaks above the wildwoods 
 Outpour their cooling flames of fire, 
 
 And on the billows of the ocean 
 The sea maid plays her mellow lyre. 
 
 And when the even comes with dewdrops, 
 We see a flood of melted gold 
 
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In westland, where the sun departed, 
 With diamond swords and pearls untold. 
 
 And all along the laughing seashore 
 
 The firs and maples lay their shades 
 
 Upon the banks of smiling verdure 
 To soothe the leafy courts and glades. 
 
 The God of Nature in his wisdom 
 Did mould and fashion to his will 
 
 This beauty place, sublime and charming, 
 With thoughts of love evolving still. 
 
 And in this place of joy and beauty, 
 The folks from all around appear 
 
 To fill their souls with sweet aroma, 
 Or bask in sunshine, bright and clear. 
 
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With joy and song they come delighted, 
 And far and wide the echo rings, 
 
 To join with friends in gospel doings 
 Beneath the soothing maple wings. 
 
 The love of God serenely blooming 
 Is thrilling sweetly in their song, 
 
 And with an aim to lift divinely 
 They hither come to help along. 
 
 And Seabeck with her fragrant bowers, 
 And greetings ever pure and sweet, 
 
 Is calling in a voice of gladness 
 To make our lives in God complete. 
 
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THE ANGEL OF LOVE 
 
 There is a sweet and pure delight, 
 
 The stars above are burning 
 To light the dark and gloomy night 
 
 With joy divine returning. 
 
 There is a higher hope and aim, 
 
 The love of life ensuing, 
 The love divine in loud proclaim 
 
 With service in the doing. 
 
 And as we seek to do and dare, 
 
 To serve our fellow being, 
 To bear the burden and to share 
 With Christ divinely seeing. 
 
 Our hearts must melt with flames of love, 
 
 There is no other doing, 
 To lift mankind to realms above, 
 
 With glory there ensuing. 
 
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DIVINE BEAUTY 
 
 There is a beauty blooming, 
 
 The love of God divine, 
 The love of Christ with fragrance, 
 
 And blossoms truly mine. 
 
 I pick the rose of crimson 
 
 And press it to my lips, 
 And fragrance set in motion 
 
 My soul delighted sips. 
 
 I turn to God in Heaven, 
 The angels smile and sing. 
 
 And Christ in beauty blooming 
 Does joy and comfort bring. 
 
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His flowing crimson streamlets 
 Are trickling through the rose, 
 
 And in the daisies sweetly budding 
 The flow divinely grows. 
 
 There is a joy unfolding, 
 
 The joy of God above. 
 Which moves with hope and sweetness 
 
 In ha ]*n ion v with love. 
 
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