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Tbod^bts 01) Social proMeiD5 ar?d Scriptiife 
 
 Readings in Verse. 
 
 BY 
 
 EMMA C.SCHAFKR. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR 
 
 PASADENA, CAI,. 
 
 PRINTED BY G. A. SWERDFIGER 
 
 1900 
 
^ AUG 30 1900 
 
 SECr-NO COPV. 
 OKOtK DIVISION, 
 
 SEP 6 1900 
 
 TS3r,37 
 
 Entered according to Act of Congress 
 in the year igoo, by Emma C. Schafer, 
 in the office of the Librarian of Congress 
 at Washington^ D. C 
 
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MY COUNTRY; 'TIS TO THEB. 
 
 Fair lands, green fields, and budding trees — 
 Sweet wild flowers shyly nodding in the breeze; 
 O rapturous scenes which stir the heart to throb 
 In unison with nature's living God! 
 
 Yet 'neath the gladsome joy, I feel the thrill. 
 The saddened memory of the inhuman will 
 That prompts the proud and great, life to deny 
 For those oppressed, who toil, and groan, and sigh. 
 
 "I want a home!" the honest workman cries, 
 Then with a courage great, he nobly tries 
 To earn, and save enough through long, slow time, 
 To buy a place, that he can say, 'Tis mine. 
 
 In vain; ere he from daily needs can save. 
 His hair is turning white; he nears the grave. 
 Perchance if wife and children he doth own 
 When dying, leaves those dear, without a home. 
 
 My Country, for thy homeless children I do pray 
 
 To thee: A little lighter make the way 
 
 For men and women trying to be good; 
 
 Their strength upheld, temptation is withstood. 
 
 Ye men who hold the power to change our laws. 
 Help now your brothers in a righteous cause; 
 Give them a chance, and they will hold their own. 
 For love of God, of Country, and of Home. 
 
THE FORECLOSURE. 
 
 We can't get a thing till the interest is paid, 
 Old Sikes says if it ain't, he'll foreclose. 
 
 We've worked real hard, yet the half is not made ; 
 Where does he think I'll get the money, d'ye s'pose? 
 
 The taxes were higher than even last year, 
 The hay crop was a failure, you know; 
 
 The apples brought little, and grain isn't dear ; — 
 I guess the old place '11 have to go. 
 
 Now don't cry so, Mary ; I know it is hard, 
 And the children, — the}^ love the home so ; 
 
 When they can't play and sing in the pretty front yard. 
 Their hearts will be broken, I know. 
 
 But what can we do? We've little to wear, — 
 
 Ashamed to be seen at the church. 
 Where they talk of God's help and provident care, 
 
 But I guess He's left us in the lurch. 
 
 There, there, you know I don't mean that when I say, 
 
 For I well know God isn't to blame ; 
 But I wish that those fellows who are having their way, 
 
 Would be touched by His power, just the same. 
 
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Those men I mean who are making the laws, 
 They might give the poor farmer a chance. 
 
 If they'd all worked as well as they prayed for the cause, 
 Why, we'd be a few steps in advance. 
 
 Now, here they are taxing property twice, 
 
 And those who for homes are in debt 
 Pay the interest and taxes ; isn't that nice 
 
 For the rich more money to get ? 
 
 Well, I've argued with some, and what did they say? 
 
 That we'd no business to undertake 
 To get us a home, if we couldn't see our way 
 
 The expenses and interest to make. 
 
 That's it! That's just what they did with Christ ; 
 
 No shelter, no place on earth could He own, 
 Yet for them He could give His work and His life 
 
 To gain them a heavenly home. 
 
 Say, Mary, do you think we could glut and gorge 
 And live on the sweat of the poor and weak ? 
 
 No. I'd rather lose twenty places, by George! 
 Than to fatten on others like a cowardly sneak. 
 
 But, Mary, let's pray and get of God's grace 
 
 To help us our burdens to bear, 
 And Sikes will, perhaps, not foreclose on the place, 
 
 If God in mercy will answer our prayer. 
 
RETROSPECTION. 
 
 BY one; of the NINE-TKNTHS. 
 
 Foreclosure ! And that means ten years of hard work, 
 With never a time of ease, and never a duty to shirk; 
 With always a hope to retrieve the ground that was 
 
 lost. 
 With ever the brave self-denial so many have known 
 
 to their cost. 
 
 Ten years is a short experience but it left a lasting 
 
 crook 
 In my fingers ; and a string of reminiscences to hang 
 
 upon the hook 
 Of memory ; while I lightly the way of " Prosperity" 
 
 tread, 
 With rented apartment to sleep in, and eat my " half 
 
 loaf of bread.'* 
 
 While I wonder and ponder on what in the future I'll 
 fare, 
 
 'Was discharged from work, ' 'not needed, " my em- 
 ployer didn't care'; 
 
 But said if ever I wanted he'd give me a recommend; 
 
 Yet that will not buy the ''half loaf." He does not 
 comprehend 
 
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That it takes a deal more of courage than I've left 
 
 after the loss 
 Of home and friends and comfort; I couldn't grab at 
 
 the toss 
 Of his paper, which with words of "faithful service" 
 
 he'd inscribe. 
 My word's as good as his, I suppose it hurt my 
 
 pride. 
 
 Yet "beggars can't be choosers;" but you see it 
 
 makes one feel 
 Quite homelike, self respecting, leaves one an air 
 
 genteel, 
 To know you were not humbled by one who ought to 
 
 know 
 That praise from him, would merely be an empty kind 
 
 of show. 
 
 I'm telling this to show you, 'tis in the common line 
 Of nine-tenths of the people ; the other one-tenth shine 
 As benevolent employers — distributers of alms. 
 Give thanks to a kind Providence, of conscience have 
 no qualms. 
 
 But times are changing somewhat, at least they are 
 
 with few. 
 And we sometimes hear quotations about the 
 
 "conscience new;" 
 That is, a growing tendency of feelings 'kin to shame 
 To use the work of others without just pay for same. 
 
Some rich men feel they're cowards unless they do 
 
 their share 
 Of labor; and too have moral courage "divisions"* to 
 
 declare. 
 They scorn to see the women do the work too hard for 
 
 them, 
 And idly sit, make no protest; it lowers them as men. 
 
 A man's true sphere upholding, they the ^'conscience 
 
 new" adorn; 
 All childhood finds them champions true, to stations 
 
 they're not born. 
 The right of common manhood's ties is all they care 
 
 to own. 
 The right of wife and children dear, and for them all 
 
 a home. 
 
 I'm hoping that this conscience rare will spread as fast 
 as grip. 
 
 Attack the wealthy one-tenth, like the slaver's heart- 
 less whip, 
 
 Drive out the hog-like tendencies, all they can grasp 
 to hold 
 
 I^eave them with manhood's new ideals; God speed to 
 rest the old. 
 
 * Of gams, to employees. 
 
A PI.KA TO THE VOTERS. 
 
 I am here tonight to plead with you, ray brothers. 
 
 You hold the Nation's welfare in your hand, 
 You hold in sacred trust the lives of others, 
 
 Oh, is it not a time to understand? 
 
 Is it not time to think of those who labor ? 
 
 Who THUst submit to dictates stern and wrong ? 
 Can you not feel the wounds that hurt your neighbor ? 
 
 Will you not give a joy to those who've suffered long? 
 
 You know so many lives that have been darkened; 
 
 You know that misery dries the fount of human joy; 
 You also know that those who have not hearkened 
 
 To God's commands, sin did their works destroy. 
 
 I pray to you, to all that's good within you, 
 To the sublimest, holiest thoughts you hold, 
 
 To memory of past pains, from which Christ's death 
 did win you. 
 By sufferings which so oft have been retold. 
 
 In His dear name, O, do his burden -bearing. 
 Use mind and hand to help each one to live 
 
 A life of health, with trust in God ; so sharing 
 All that is good in life. Be glad you thus can give. 
 
With generous thought, give freely of the learning 
 With which the years of toil have marked the brow, 
 
 Give now, to save the little ones ; your yearning 
 Hearts I know are pleading for their welfare now. 
 
 Then never stop to ask if these are worthy, 
 
 Repulsive though they seem, the Master such would 
 save; 
 
 Purge now your souls for Him, from all that's earthy; 
 
 "Well done !" will recompense for all you gave. 
 
 A PROTEST AGAINST FILIvED CHEESE. 
 
 Just a word, you honest farmers 
 
 Who your milk to factory take, 
 Do you know the milk they're skimming 
 And from skim-milk cream-cheese make? 
 O they cheese it, 
 And they grease it, 
 Then they squeeze it; 
 Thus they make their full-cream cheese. 
 
 *Blake, I see, will try his power 
 To suppress this swindle great ; 
 But his ** Bill" will get a shower 
 From the swindlers in the State. 
 For they'll freeze him, 
 > And they'll squeeze him. 
 
 And they'll grease him. 
 Till he'll dread to say cream-cheese. 
 
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lyCt consumers stop the swindle ; 
 Is this what you farmers say ? 
 Then your honor's on the dwindle, 
 And for it you'll have your pay, 
 O they'll grease you. 
 And they'll squeeze you. 
 Then they'll freeze you 
 From the profits of cream cheese. 
 
 If there's any any manhood in you. 
 
 Though you nothing have at stake, 
 When with grease they try to win you, 
 Just support that ''Bill" for Blake. 
 Stop their greasing. 
 Stop such cheesing. 
 Stop such fleecing. 
 By these makers di filled cheese. 
 
 * Member of Wisconsin Legislature, 
 
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''UNDER PRESSURE. " 
 
 Must the tension or pressure be daily applied, to urge 
 
 you to do your best ? 
 Will you only be manly and strong when into hard 
 
 service you're pressed? 
 We women are praying for help, to men of power and 
 
 strong will, 
 To raise the standard for all, and yet be gentlemen 
 
 still. 
 
 Do you care if those children are sickly and sad, 
 
 through lack of nourishing food ? 
 Are politics rather distasteful to you? or are you so 
 
 "unco gude" 
 That you think it would harm you to mix in the fray 
 And contest for right, 'concerned what "our circle" 
 
 might say ? 
 
 Our nation has need of your mind power ^ in planning 
 
 and taking the stand 
 ^\i2X justice he done to her children; that g-reed shall 
 
 not rule our land. 
 Will you use your power as you ought, not because it 
 
 may bring you fame? 
 Or will you idly look on, lest politics smirch your 
 
 fair name ? 
 
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TO BROTHER J. L., AFTER READING HIS 
 ''COMPENDIUM ON PROTECTION." 
 
 Protection, dear brother, is splendid, 
 
 I've wished for a little so long; 
 Your issue is ably defended, 
 
 Your argument lucid and strong. 
 
 I agree with some of your statements, 
 
 But think of a different need: 
 The protection of women and children. 
 
 The weak and the sick from the greed 
 
 Of the men who demand without merc}^ 
 All their toil, — even honor and life 
 
 Will not spare; if it fill but their purses 
 They will sanction humanity's strife. 
 
 To bring under meek subjection 
 Those islands that want to be free; 
 
 Perhaps they will call this protection, 
 That defines not the term for me. 
 
 I would ask that our glorious nation 
 Shall take better care of her own; 
 
 Save her children from death of starvation. 
 And give them a sheltering home. 
 
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And more, the chance to be healthy, 
 Grow stronger in body and mind; 
 
 A privilege reserved for the wealthy. 
 Am I leaving your issue behind ? 
 
 Well, as far as the duties concerning, 
 
 That are laid on imported goods. 
 By experience our nation's been learning: 
 
 Tax luxuries, not needed foods. 
 
 Could we do our own producing 
 Of all that we need, then 'tis plain 
 
 That better our goods we'd be using, 
 Than of Russia, or China, or Spain. 
 
 For then we would not be in danger 
 Of importing the germs of disease. 
 
 Let's restrict on importing the stranger 
 Who's afflicted with any of these. 
 
 From within we first must be strengthened, 
 Ere help we can give across seas ; 
 
 Our power will never be lengthened 
 Or broadened, by conquest to please. 
 
 While I'm speaking, the right that is moral 
 
 Should also be so under law; 
 On this issue I know we'll not quarrel, 
 
 For you're learned in detecting a flaw. 
 
 Or falsehood, or word that is plainer, 
 You know how, through law, courts succeed 
 
 To interpret to all who's the gainer, 
 With lawyers and jury well feed. 
 
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You're aware of the toilers' condition, 
 How adrift they are suddenly turned ? 
 
 Their faithfulness brings no fruition. 
 This lesson I've thoroughly learned. 
 
 We ask that our nation supply us 
 
 With work at a living wage, — 
 Not leave it to men who deny us 
 
 In chosen pursuits to engage. 
 
 Then the homes that are needed, dear brother, 
 How they're wrecked, or never are made, 
 
 With poverty's outlook ; no other 
 Has progress of nation so stayed. 
 
 Good workmen are fearful to marry. 
 Lest they earn not enough to provide; 
 
 And loved ones the burden must carry, 
 Then at last be swept under the tide 
 
 Of ignorance, hunger, and failing 
 Of health, brought on in the train. 
 
 When exertions prove all unavailing 
 Necessities of life to obtain. 
 
 The Social Problems y far-reaching. 
 
 Need thoughtful study to find 
 Solution. When doctrines you're teaching, 
 
 Consider these well in your mind. 
 
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A WARNING. 
 
 Yes, make another promise; 
 
 Poor dupes, we'll take your word. 
 ''Be patient and long suffering," 
 This text we've often heard. 
 
 Ignore your pledge, 'tis easy, 
 
 A slight pretext will do; 
 Honor is a dead letter. 
 
 Unless it's gilded, too. 
 
 Get all you can and keep it; 
 
 Forget '' Thou shalt not steal;" 
 If but man's law uphold you, 
 
 O'erreach in every deal. 
 
 Think you'll escape God's justice ? 
 
 Never! Be not deceived; 
 Falsehood has lying children 
 
 Who parents' hearts have grieved. 
 
 Of sowing and of reaping, 
 
 You know the law, then heed; 
 
 I^est growing tares and nettles 
 Proclaim, you've sown the seed. 
 
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RESURRECTION. 
 
 The good, toiling, sorrowing people are crucified ever 
 
 anew, 
 And want's heavy boulder is shutting the heavenly 
 
 scenes from their view. 
 
 The sepulcher guarded by statesmen, well backed by 
 
 the opulent powers, 
 Keep watch that the spirits entombed there, rise not 
 
 through the somber night hours. 
 
 Hush ! Gaze on the vision of fancy ! The watchers have 
 
 fallen asleep; 
 The angels of justice descending, their pledges of 
 
 mercy now keep. 
 
 The sepulcher wide now they open; the spirits within 
 
 are set free; 
 Morn finding the sad hearted women, their grief 
 
 turned to joy as they see 
 
 The grave opened wide and the garments but left to 
 
 assert who's been there. 
 Straight- way they proclaim the glad tidings; their 
 
 hearts have been lightened of care. 
 
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Joy! Joy! The great, generous, true men have dared to 
 
 be brave, and to die 
 To selfish indulgence of luxury, while need and 
 
 despair raised a cry. 
 
 In quiet they suffered and labored, while rulers and 
 
 priests thought them dead; 
 Behold this their resurrection! with disciples they 
 
 break now the bread 
 
 Of happiness, knowledge and beauty, and rest after 
 
 toil's wearing strain. 
 We are glad of the Christ-love within them, that unto 
 
 the lowly ones came 
 
 And gave us the hope of the future, the humble all 
 
 glory shall share. 
 But fride will have no resurrection, to mar other 
 
 lives that are fair. 
 
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WIIvLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN. 
 
 Hero, and leader, thus far you've been tried and never 
 found wanting. 
 Bred where humanity's brain power and sinews are 
 made. 
 Once sore defeat of your hopes you endured, the gibes 
 and the taunting 
 That triumph is right, unabating your zeal to the 
 cause for which martyrs prayed. 
 
 Not this the test of endurance; but when victorious, 
 leading. 
 When with the flattery of demagogues you are 
 beleagued. 
 When with seared conscience like another from 
 promise receding. 
 Duped by false sophistry, blind to barter of those 
 who intrigued — 
 
 To the betrayal of trust, with the shining bait are 
 tempting. 
 What though you lose; for the sake of our country's 
 honor, be firm; 
 Weld us again to brotherhood principles, no one 
 exempting 
 From right by his labor to live, when democracy's 
 days shall return. 
 
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ENGLAND. 
 
 England: A deathless infamy will soil your history's 
 pages, 
 Your starving foster children's pain will be avenged 
 by God. 
 You heed no warnings plainly told by your true sons 
 and sages, 
 While millions gasp in agony upon a grassless sod. 
 
 You are reaping the curse of the dying; 
 
 You may tremble at judgment morn; 
 India's air, with its pestilence, sighing. 
 
 Condemns your refinement to scorn. 
 
 England: 'Tis cruel sacrifice; brave lives for yellow 
 metal; 
 Your queen would far more honored be, to wear of 
 thorns a crown, 
 Than jewel-crowned in robes of state, each gem a flow- 
 er-like petal, 
 Bought with the blood of England's men, for honor 
 and renown. 
 
 You are seared with your conquests for glory, 
 You are carnal and dull as a clod; 
 
 Gaze unmoved on the soil that is gory 
 With victims whose blood cries to God. 
 
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*'D0 WELL THY WORK." 
 
 The hint that you offered, was needed, 
 For the work was left partly undone; 
 
 If my pleadings for right are unheeded. 
 And your efforts for good are not won. 
 
 If phrases and words were more cutting. 
 Would the vanity pass from your life ? 
 
 Is the cataract of self darkly shutting 
 Out light, and needs the sharp knife ? 
 
 You were needing a spirit that's willing 
 To help struggling lives, and make glad; 
 
 Yet were seeking your comfort, and stilling 
 The ''small voice," whose witness you had. 
 
 This is harsh; but I know you'll forgive me 
 In the coming years, when you know 
 
 That I did well the work which you bid me, 
 Yet suffered in doing it so. 
 
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TO SEIvF-ORDAINED ARISTOCRACY. 
 
 From the eastern states and northern, come they to 
 this land of flowers, 
 'Natures shrunken, 'spite their blue blood, stiffened 
 with a family pride ; 
 But the warmth, and genial welcome, soon exerts its 
 soothing powers. 
 And the blood gains richer color as the sympathies 
 grow wide. 
 
 Moral: 
 Let your sympathies be broad enough to reach each 
 human heart, 
 And your thin blue blood will change into a richer 
 healthier glow, 
 Leave your cherished family boastings of the chilly 
 climes apart. 
 In this land you'll gain no laurels on the musty doc- 
 uments you show. 
 
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TO EXCLUSIVE SOCIETY. 
 
 Build up your social barriers high; 
 
 Look down on those who toil with aching frame; 
 Oppress and scorn them, till their hearts are dry, 
 
 But stoop to utilize their toil for gain. 
 
 Strut proudly to club or church, attired in the fashion ; 
 
 Use often **our servants," to make the distinction 
 
 more clear. 
 
 It matters nothing to you their pain and their passion; 
 
 They are less than the dust beneath you; you are 
 
 glad your slurs they can hear. 
 
 What will exclusiveness avail 
 
 When shams of earth at last away are swept ? 
 Your social barriers then will surely fail, 
 
 Though here the honest poor low down they've kept. 
 
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SOCIAI. KQUAI.ITY. 
 
 Distinctly unequal: That lovely talented young woman 
 You are helping to ostracise, because of her father's 
 trade ? 
 And you are a Christian ? Such conduct we term 
 inhtunan ; 
 We who dare not echo one-half the professions 
 you've made. 
 
 Intellectually, doubtless, above you, as you are admit- 
 ting; 
 Morally strong, and spiritually saintly and pure ; 
 Speech and actions at all times a lady befitting. 
 
 Not your social equal ? You're mistaken, dear sir, 
 I'm sure. 
 
 Father a carpenter ? Can it be you are really forgetting, 
 Jesus was following the trade you affect to despise ? 
 
 So this contemptible farce by your silence abetting ? 
 Keeping an angel down? Kxi^you hope to rise ? 
 
 'Blinded by prejudice : Will you not ask the Redeemer 
 
 To give you a spiritual vision, to clearly behold 
 That God made greater the life of sweet Ruth, the 
 gleaner, 
 Than queens, whose lineage on centuries' pages are 
 scrolled ? 
 
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BRING A SOUL UNTO LOVE'S ALTAR. 
 
 A gentle maiden with Christ's spirit shining in her 
 face, 
 
 Had toiled from childhood till the years gave her a wo- 
 man's grace. 
 
 The way unaided and uncheered, alone she bravely 
 
 trod, 
 Save for the comfort that Christ gave in leading her to 
 
 God. 
 
 Now for her gracious charms, a lover seeks her for his 
 
 own. 
 Offers his strong, protecting arms; his heart to be her 
 
 throne. 
 
 * ' I had no kind protection through the years when I 
 
 was weak," 
 She answered; *' And those words seem idle that you 
 
 speak. 
 
 God will give me His protection, which you need as 
 
 well as I. 
 The throne you offer is too low; I seek the one on 
 
 high. 
 
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You have buried all your talents, till with rust they're 
 
 covered o'er. 
 First use well what God has given you, then he'll surely 
 
 give you more. 
 
 Let that selfhQ all forgotten in the doing of His will. 
 Let the thoughts of noble manhood you with grander 
 purpose fill. 
 
 Man and woman must stand equal evermore before the 
 
 throne 
 To be judged; this is the sequel that in future will be 
 known. 
 
 A woman cannot give her life and soul, by man to be 
 controlled. 
 
 And, like Ksau, have her birthright for a mess of pot- 
 tage sold. 
 
 Do not think your name an honor, though you're rich 
 
 in worldly things; 
 I can never worship Mammon, and serve Christ, the 
 
 King of kings. 
 
 Go and pray, and work with zeal, your lost inheritance 
 
 reclaim ; 
 Bring a soul unto love's altar, ere you seek a soul to 
 
 gain." 
 
 Man can never have his Eden by the serpent unbe- 
 
 guiled, 
 When he giveth nought to woman, but the things that 
 are defiled. 
 
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THE GBNKRAI.-HOUSEWORK GIRI.. 
 
 In the kitchen, through the house, all day the house- 
 hold's comfort making. 
 Is the busy, helpful girl; does all that she can do. 
 All alone, ah bitter shame! her hurried meal she's 
 taking. 
 In the heated kitchen, often from the scraps; 'tis 
 strange, but true. 
 
 Tired at night, with famished mind that craves a 
 change, a higher longing, 
 No one of the well-fed family will think or care, 
 When discouragement she shows, they with suspicions 
 wronging 
 Her, will pry and question, thinking thus they do 
 their helpful share. 
 
 When in godly piety you sit at meal and ask a family 
 
 blessing 
 On the well-cooked viands, that a savory odor give, 
 She who meekly waits outside, knows Christ's law 
 
 you're transgressing 
 Thinks that if life were all like this, 'twere better not 
 
 to live. 
 
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" Starving would I rather be, than for such vulgar 
 women housework doing." 
 Such the words came from a friend, an honest, faith- 
 ful girl. 
 Wonder not that girls will leave, perhaps a life of want 
 pursuing, 
 None to guard them, downward drifting, greater loss 
 than costliest pearl. 
 
 O ye women, keen of mind, all other wrongs perceiving 
 clearly. 
 Seek no statements for excuse, of sophistries beware; 
 Think ye now how you are paying with these lives of 
 girls too dearly; 
 I know well whereof I speak, for listen: I''ve been 
 there. 
 
 Yes, I've sweltered all the day, when the meal-room 
 
 needed cooling ; 
 Have baked those famous pies that oft a blessing got; 
 Have said I am learning surely of those who now are 
 
 ruling. 
 While they dined on the good food that for hired girls 
 
 is not. 
 
 All in silence lived I through it, learned how other 
 girls are living, 
 Learned why self-respecting girls were hating house- 
 work so. 
 Solved the problem which to you in love I'm giving: 
 Treat as equals all, and life in harmony will flow. 
 
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RECOMPENSE. 
 
 In course of fifteen minutes idle chatting, 
 
 I've learned I'm thought a valuable machine. 
 
 Why, yes, I dust the things and clean the matting, 
 And do all else I'm told in times between. 
 
 Strange, isn't it, that I remain contented? 
 
 Studying and working without praise or blame? 
 Crave not from others flattery sweetly scented? 
 
 Toil not, for what I know would bring me fame? 
 
 How can I helf? The time is drawing nearer 
 When I can do all good, without the pain 
 
 Of sacrifice; while thinking other lives are dearer. 
 If they through me a solace only gain. 
 
 Rewarded? In the sacred, quiet hushing 
 
 Of midnight, when the stars glow soft and clear, 
 
 Joy comes to me; the Father lifts the crushing 
 Sense of loneliness, saying: ''To me, my child, 
 you are dear." 
 
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DR. AND MRS. LYMAN ABBOTT. 
 
 Two perfect livevS, by God designed are they; 
 
 Wisely they thwarted not their Maker's will, 
 But joined by Him in soul, His laws obey, 
 
 And seek their earthly mission to fulfil. 
 
 Through human failures each gives help to each; 
 
 Rising above defeats, they give us aid. 
 Their lives filled with Christ-love more plainly teach 
 
 Than discourses. These progress oft delayed. 
 
 What can we say to show our gratitude 
 To you for showing us the beauteous way ? 
 
 We'll call you friends; whose faith you have renewed 
 In a glad future for humanity. 
 
 And human friendship means so much, that we 
 As kindred spirits rise to your fair plane. 
 
 Knowing but partly now; then all we'll see 
 Of the fair Bden whence the blessing came. 
 
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PASADENA. 
 
 Crown of the valley, you are gloriously fair, 
 
 Yet all your outward charms to me do not appeal 
 
 As those fair lives that work with anxious care, 
 
 Sickness and poverty to aid, yet carefully their work 
 conceal, 
 
 **Iyet not thy right hand know." This is their chosen 
 way ; 
 Seeking not loud approval or conspicuous place; 
 Tired, O so tired with wearing, petty tasks that come 
 each day. 
 And misunderstandings seen so oft on each loved 
 face. 
 
 But we who feel, and note each kindly little act. 
 
 Will not, can not forget, and must our witness bear. 
 The record is well made; on grateful hearts, each 
 kindess and each tact 
 To screen some weakness; they will even here 
 Christ's glory share. 
 
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THE GRANDEST MISSION OF WOMEN. 
 
 Had I children, what would I teach them? 
 
 At first that they must be clean; 
 And to honor the body that's given; 
 
 Think ever by God they are seen. 
 
 In all dealings their motives to question, 
 Be ashamed to deceive and o'er-reach, 
 
 To control even righteous anger. 
 
 Be thoughtful in manner and speech. 
 
 Then to this would I add some book learning, 
 Some training of eye and of hand; 
 
 Some problems of life and of morals 
 I'd help them to understand. 
 
 And I'd teach them the blessed privilege 
 
 Of coming to mother in grief; 
 I^earning there how our God is as loving — 
 
 I^oving always^ while earth's love is brief. 
 
 Yes, I think that the life of a mother 
 Has the grandest mission on earth; 
 
 Yet no matter how humble is woman, 
 She can show by her life-work, her worth. 
 
 Though no dimpled baby hands pet her. 
 Nor fond husband guards and provides; 
 
 Yet her life may be helpful and loving, 
 And children's lips bless her besides. 
 
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SPIRIT AND I.ETTKR. 
 
 Mother, I love her, — to me the sweetest of womankind; 
 Welcome her as your daughter, this tender, brave- 
 hearted maiden. 
 I may search the earth wide, yet no truer helpmeet I'll 
 find; 
 Just for my sake unbend, and meet her with mother- 
 love laden. 
 
 Trust me ; my love to you is strong, and never will 
 fade 
 When she comes, — my heart's idol. Her spirit and 
 mine were mated ; 
 As the angels stood by and approved, the union was 
 made. 
 Earth-life our growth perfects, and love should be 
 here consecrated. 
 
 sf: j{c :{c jjs ^ 
 
 My son, can you have suddenly become as one that's 
 blind ? 
 To not perceive the social distance that your lives 
 divide ? 
 I taught you early to select a lady of your kind. 
 
 Can you by marriage hope her social caste or work 
 to hide ? 
 
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Did she not as a common servant work for clothes and 
 food? 
 Our set such lowness, such a distance ne'er can over- 
 look. 
 You'll break my heart if you persist in thought and 
 act so rude ; 
 Think of our name, your sisters' pride, disgrace they 
 cannot brook. 
 
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 I have thought of it all till I'm tired of the ceaseless 
 round. 
 It will not break your heart, 'tis your pride that 
 needs to be broken. 
 Dare I not seek her hand, though my heart is to her 
 ever bound? 
 What is name and position, to truth that is left un- 
 spoken ? 
 
 Yet because of you, mother, I am weak, — a thing to 
 despise. 
 Call it honor to break her heart, dearer than mine 
 and better? 
 You worked hard all these years just to make me more 
 worldly wise; 
 Never taught me obey in spirit God's laws, but in 
 letter. 
 
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DUAI^ITY. 
 
 A voice within me saying I, complained it had been 
 in a dungeon kept; 
 
 And left uncared for there to lie, while jailers all the 
 time away had slept. 
 
 Once, when a melody was played, they faintly let a 
 pale light wavering in. 
 
 Again, a tender voice that prayed, made memory own 
 this torpor life was sin. 
 
 That melody, like deepening twilight on the heart- 
 strings falling, 
 
 That prayer, like tender mother-love is gently to me 
 calling. 
 
 Far off and faint large-rounded words, the jailers warn 
 
 the angel songs away; 
 Near, soft yet real, like touch of birds, a balm is left 
 
 where softly their wings lay. 
 O echo the hollow words, you made them shut me yet 
 
 more darkly in; 
 The blessed gentle touch, like birds, took me unto the 
 
 light, dispelled the self-like sin. 
 Then awful sounds of threatening came as like a 
 
 deathly chilling, 
 Blest birdlike touch of sympathy, sent heart-throbs 
 
 through me thrilling. 
 
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So with the strength in me renewed, back will I force 
 
 those servants to their place. 
 Now with new joyful life imbued, at this late day I'll 
 
 enter in the race. 
 The body, to the soul, in truth, forever more must 
 
 now a subject be. 
 So long imprisoned by false sophistry, my soul thou 
 
 now art free. 
 "Free from the wish for earthly praise, which steers 
 
 one toward the breakers. 
 Free from the wish to please your minds, if it please 
 
 not my Maker's." 
 
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''TAKE YE AWAY THE STONE." 
 
 {John 11:39.) 
 
 Marys and Marthas, o'er all the land are weeping, 
 
 For brothers dead, in ignorance and sin; 
 Though Christ assures them that they are but sleeping, 
 
 Yet will they not believe, except a miracle be 
 wrought by Him. 
 For every day will prove a father's blessing, 
 
 If we, like Jesus, work in faith and prayer; 
 Let us not be content our helplessness confessing, 
 
 And like those sisters, leave our Lazarus there. 
 
 Think of that grave, in sacred writ recorded. 
 
 As symbol of the apathy that reigns 
 In minds, who deem that cunning is rewarded. 
 Whose hearts are dead to all but visual gains. 
 Think of the poor, whose souls are dwarfed and 
 stunted. 
 In constant labor for their daily bread; 
 Who for relief from pain, will get their feelings 
 blunted. 
 Think of all these, dear friends, these are our 
 Lazarus dead. 
 
 Shall we, like those of old, go sadly mourning. 
 Wringing our hands in helplessness and woe ? 
 
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Ivike Martha, say, Christ is too late, and scorning 
 To think those dead so long, can come to life? Ah 
 no. 
 
 Listen; these words have come to me so often, 
 They touch my spirit with a living tone; 
 
 I know if we obey, our grief will soften 
 
 At Christ's command, '*Take ye away the stone." 
 
 Take ye away the stone, 
 
 Take ye away the stone. 
 
 Remove the gravecloths, from the face, 
 
 And let it wear its living grace. 
 
 Roll ye away the stone. 
 
 This is our task; and when the graves unclosing, 
 
 When sinfulness, neglect, oppression, are removed, 
 We'll find though long in dust they've been reposing, 
 
 God's will, that they shall live, is clearly proved. 
 Then; O my friends, the rapture, the rejoicing! 
 
 Our Lazarus, come back, to life to home, 
 In songs of praise, our feelings we'll be voicing, 
 
 And lowly thank our God that we removed the 
 stone. 
 
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EVOLUTION. 
 
 {Isaiah 55:4.) 
 
 Ye see the wondrous power of God in all creation, 
 
 In the plants and beings that live for a better kind; 
 Your knowledge and voice of the soul is the great 
 translation 
 Of the care, the unceasing work of the Infinite mind. 
 You acknowledge God speaks to your souls : "I want 
 you to help me 
 To perfect the beautiful things which I have begun." 
 He loves thee, O man, so much, this task He dcth 
 give thee; 
 In return he will call thee * * My good, my dutiful 
 
 To woman, " My daughter, thou art loving and pa- 
 tient; 
 O come to me close. The joys that are sweetest are 
 thine; 
 Thou hast borne much, and must still bear, to work 
 out salvation. 
 Help to mold the great forces, and save from the 
 dust, the divine. 
 Ye ask of me often, my children, with weak under- 
 standing. 
 What wouldst thou, dear Father, what wouldst 
 Thou that we should do ? 
 
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When ye feel that under My laws your minds are ex- 
 panding, 
 And the soul answers yes to its question, this call 
 then is true. 
 
 ' ' In the far distant past I gave a great leader. 
 My Moses, the pure moral law did proclaim. 
 Yet they hardened their hearts; then I sent them a 
 leader 
 To quicken and save, with His love the lost souls to 
 reclaim. 
 Now ye whom I call My own, His teachings will 
 follow ; 
 And with great love like His^ try the best I have 
 given to save. 
 Ye will work out my will, not make protestations hol- 
 low 
 That will sink all the pure and the good in a name- 
 less grave. 
 
 ''Ye will join in a beautiful band by glory surrounded, 
 Ever rising up higher, till the lower ideals are out- 
 grown; 
 Be a symbol, a shining light, whose rays are un- 
 bounded. 
 Which, reflected on earth, will reach to the heavenly 
 home. 
 Then the low, lurid gleams of passion and sin no longer 
 Will beckon the young into pathways of vice and of 
 shame; 
 The clear, all illumining light will ever prove stronger 
 And cleanse the gold from the dross, with its beauti- 
 ful, calm, steadfast flame. ' ' 
 
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''ASK AND YK SHAI,!, RECKIVE." 
 
 {Matthew 7:7.^ 
 
 "Ask and ye shall receive," came softly the assurance, 
 When long I'd hoped some cherished end to gain; 
 
 "Work and believe," work with a calm endurance, 
 And then success shall surely crown your aims. 
 
 In perfect faith, I asked a trifling favor, 
 
 From one, an upright, honest man; 
 His answer from the Word divine did savor: 
 
 ''I'll do for you what I can." 
 
 Ah, now I know that not from God alone 
 Shall we ask help in time of greatest need, 
 
 These human friends will make our cause their own, 
 Will prove their friendship oft "by generous deed. 
 
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CAUSE AND EFFECT. 
 
 {Matthew io:i6.) 
 
 When the head is racked with a fever, 
 
 And the body with hunger's pain, 
 When from those you have helped you would borrow 
 
 And find that your asking is vain ; 
 Then the bitterness drives away hunger, 
 
 But the fever burns on till it's low, 
 And you think that the wisdom of serpents, 
 
 Is better in future to know. 
 
 While the twilight descends, enter angels. 
 
 Bright and cheerful each womanly form; 
 The gifts which they bring are as potent 
 
 As oil used to calm the sea's storm. 
 The touch of their hands cools the fever. 
 
 Their sympathy weakens your love ; 
 Your bitterness fades with the twiUght, 
 
 While you choose to be meek as a dove. 
 
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DEI.IVKRANCK. 
 
 ^^Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will 
 deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me*'' 
 
 Not in the morning's glow of life's glad sweet success; 
 
 when showers 
 Of earth's good things are falling 'round us, like a 
 
 mass of flowers; 
 Culled, but to make the pathway for our feet more fair, 
 Wafting for us their dying incense on the air. 
 
 In days that are dry wnth despair, and hot with their 
 torment of anguish. 
 When doubt alternates fitfully with our dark fears, 
 When oblivion but mocks, and no breath of hopes left 
 to languish. 
 As a ray for the future, naught left for pain's 
 endless years. 
 
 Then in our memory let the dear words of our Father 
 softly fall; 
 
 This is the day of trouble; 'tis now in love, He bids us 
 on Him call; 
 
 Though shamed, bowed heads tell of our past ingrati- 
 tude. 
 
 Gently He lifts us upward to a blest beatitude. 
 
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Deliverance, with Him means a cure, and not a 
 deadening of feeling; 
 With a joy keen as pain, we feel the great gift He 
 sends from on high; 
 Deliverance ! The sting is all gone; the calm, blessed 
 sense of the healing 
 Comes to us, His children, what less can we do than 
 His name glorify. 
 
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*'WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?'' 
 
 {Luke^ 10:34-38) 
 
 We, too, some time have come down from the heights^ 
 And wandered through the vale toward Jericho; 
 
 Thieves have waylaid ahd robbed us of our rights, 
 lycaving us wounded, helpless where to go. 
 
 The priests have passed us by with hollow cant, 
 
 Self-righteously they kept on in their heavenly way; 
 
 The Levite looked, thought of his stock of legal rant, 
 To justify himself, passed on the other side, perhaps 
 to pray; 
 
 And then, and then, O memory sweet and blest, 
 
 The good Samaritan, in love drew near. 
 Bound up our wounds, relieved the heart, oppressed; 
 Gave all his own, welcomed us home, with faith sup- 
 planted fear. 
 
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INSINCERITY. 
 
 '* This people drawetk nigh unto fne with their 
 fnouth^ and honor eth me with their lips, but their 
 heart is far from me.'*'' — {Matthew 15:8.) 
 
 Their hearts are filled with vanity and gain; 
 They bargain for a blessing in Christ's name ; 
 They feel themselves thus sinking day by day, 
 The beasts within them holding souls at bay. 
 To quench the truth, and make the wrong seem right, 
 They call on other spirits, black as night; 
 ''Father, forgive !" they cry, but know they're not for- 
 given, 
 Their wordless lies are echoing back from heaven. 
 
 Atone, a still small voice says, while yet there is time; 
 
 You've learned the Christ- way; His v\^ays, God says, 
 are mine. 
 
 Think how ignoble is the judgment that you crave, 
 
 Another sacrificed your worthless selves to save. 
 
 The lowest reptiles, judged aright and true. 
 
 Would be more fit for heaven than such as you; 
 
 They'd take their punishment a just reward for wrong; 
 
 You'd want the noblest slain to save your coward clam- 
 oring throng. 
 
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DIVES VERSUS IvAZARUS. 
 
 {Luke xvi: igs-^') 
 
 Satiated, dreaming in your homes Elysian, 
 
 Thirst for earthly things by choicest vintage quelled, 
 
 Daring not an outward glance, lest the division 
 You perceive which Dives' eyes beheld. 
 
 Refuse now with dogs your brother man partaketh. 
 While they lick his wounds, you stolidly look on, 
 
 With " Survival of the fittest," you forget God maketh 
 Ilzs survival last, when theories are gone. 
 
 Chasms which can still be crossed are growing wider. 
 Theories for conscience prove a useless salve; 
 
 Spirit's voice awakeneth, when man has defied her. 
 With reminder, she her rightful place must have. 
 
 With your hopes of sacrifice and substitution. 
 This retain in thought: Ere pardon you receive, 
 
 Willing to atone for all (just retribution) 
 
 You must be, if Christ's salvation you believe. 
 
 Forced by spirit's torture, you the light beholding, 
 Plead that to your own be one sent from the dead: 
 
 Many-panged remorse has hidden for unfolding 
 Still another: They to truth wt'll nol he led, 
 
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With the laws of Moses and the Prophets teaching, 
 They will not believe. It surely would be vain, 
 
 Conscience lulled by formal doctrines, to be reaching, 
 Though one sent from heaven came back their love 
 to gain. 
 
 Back o'er records look and learn a law that's primal, 
 Wholesome fear of God, to knowledge makes a path; 
 
 Knowledge gives a clearer sight that love is final; 
 1^0 ve is given to him, who of God knowledge hath. 
 
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TO YB SBI.F- RIGHTEOUS ONES. 
 
 {Luke 18:11-12,) 
 
 'Tis ye, like Pharisees, profess to lead Christian lives. 
 Who torture your fellow-beings with pitiless doubt; 
 
 Ye give no helping hand to one who justly strives 
 To follow in the way our Savior has marked out. 
 
 Talk not to me of the Thomas who did not believe 
 Till he thrusted his hand in the Master's wounded 
 side, 
 
 Tour faith is Tnore hollow, for ye will not percieve, 
 Till every quivering wound is opened wide. 
 
 It is Christians like you with their conscious worth, 
 Are wrecking more souls than the infidel's pen; 
 
 Ye kill the germs of Christ-love at their birth, 
 By doubting every act time and again. 
 
 Ye talk of the tithes that are due to the I^ord, 
 That will rob the poor of their daily bread; 
 
 While your nine-tenths luxuries afford. 
 Poor sinless children go unhoused, unfed. 
 
 Unhoused? Aye, true. Though in pens some dwell, 
 With starving mind and neglected soul. 
 
 What say you ? Are you doing well ? 
 Or will you in God's service now enroll? 
 
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Will you join in His cause ? or drift with the tide ? 
 
 The tide so deceitful, so rushing toward sin. 
 Will you help to uplift ? To cast far and wide 
 
 Your bread on the water, that soon will come in ? 
 
 I plead with you now, in His name to deny 
 Yourselves some luxury, and freely give ; 
 
 To bless with knowledge sweet, and wisdom from on 
 high, 
 The children's minds and souls that they may live. 
 
 If you find in the Bible some passage or law 
 That seems to sanction your wealth to retain 
 
 For selfish ends, then think it a flaw. 
 
 And remember Christ's life and eternal gain. 
 
 O read it again with a reverent mind, 
 
 That matchless sermon he preached on the mount; 
 It will teach you the way, it will help you to find 
 
 Contentment, when comes the final account. 
 
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WHICH SHAI.I. TRIUMPH? EVIIv OR GOOD? 
 
 {Deut, 5/ 9-10.) 
 
 Heredity menacingly frowned as forward she ushered 
 the tendency: 
 '* More evil than good, in the human race ever is 
 found; 
 And evil predominant now, will easily keep the ascend- 
 ancy; 
 Good, slow in its growth, will rarely rise far above 
 ground." 
 
 Then Habit, in strength, urged quickly her claim's 
 recognition: 
 "Repeat the good actions, and strongly the rootlets 
 will grow, 
 And dwarf all inherited weakness until no volition 
 Is left to that power of evil which comes from below 
 
 The surface of outward sight." "To the third and 
 the fourth generation, ' ' 
 Heredity shouted, ere Habit could finish her say: 
 " The sins of the fathers descend. This unchangeable 
 law of creation 
 The balance power holds, when both sides you care- 
 fully weigh." 
 
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** My ally," said Habit, "You've forgotten in part the 
 quotation; 
 Let me finish, and entity lose, becoming a part thus 
 of you; 
 * The good to the thousands rewarded shall be, ' has 
 stood the probation 
 Of time; and Habit though here, in the next I'm 
 inherited too. 
 
 ** You thought but of evil, when speaking; that meant 
 retrogression; 
 I stood, for argument's sake, on the other side. 
 We do the same work, though making a different pro- 
 fession; 
 I am growth; you, rebirth; and the field of our 
 mission is wide. 
 
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WHAT WILL YOU DO? 
 
 {Matthew 18:14.) 
 
 If the Saviour were with you today, and tenderly with 
 you were pleading, 
 " Let the little ones grow in love, and so joyfully 
 come unto me." 
 Would you seek for some heavy cross, some burden 
 with which you'd be leading 
 Them unto the Master's feet, thus bound, for him to 
 make free? 
 
 Could you bear to see those eyes, with tears of sadness 
 fast filHng 
 When He saw your mistaken zeal, in pressing their 
 happiness down ? 
 You would realize then, that the life which He gave, 
 you've been killing. 
 In your blindness in striving to give them a cross, 
 instead of a crown. 
 
 You would see in a piercing light, how their souls you 
 
 are bruising and maiming; 
 How the stones you are giving to them, instead of 
 
 the nourishing bread; 
 How you flatter yourselves at their highest in life you 
 
 are aiming ; 
 
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Then a stinging remorse comes too late, when the 
 spirits within them seem dead. 
 
 Yes, the Saviour forgives you again, though yourselves 
 you are still deluding; 
 Though so weary, He'll save those, in blindness you 
 wilfully lost. 
 He knows in the Father's home of bliss there will be 
 be no excluding ; 
 But will you, dear friends, make him suffer so much 
 for the cost ? 
 
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THE FULFILLMENT. 
 
 {Luke 3 '35') 
 
 Eighteen centuries have passed since Resurection's 
 
 hope began, 
 A spirit blossomed forth in love, in toil matured, and 
 
 termed Himself the Son of Man. 
 
 He taught, for every dwarfed, misshapen thought that 
 dies, 
 A new, more perfect one shall have its course; 
 
 That every act of justice soon will rise 
 
 To the dear Father, where it had its source. 
 
 Embodied in His life, the years He spent on earth 
 Was all that's typical of perfect man. 
 
 He filled the purpose well for which His soul had 
 birth. 
 Then went unto His own, where erst He dwelt when 
 time began. 
 
 To us is left the record's golden light sublime. 
 A power applied to all who feel the need 
 
 Of help from some one gone before, a god to shrine 
 With human attributes, whose steps to heaven we 
 may succeed. 
 
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THE VISION. 
 
 {Matthew 18:22,') 
 
 One evening as the sun was setting low, 
 I paused to note the pretty golden glow 
 That through the distant trees its beauty shed, 
 Then like a flash my spirit onward sped. 
 It tasted the joys of heaven, 
 
 The rapture no tongue can describe, 
 I felt how to Jesus was given 
 The glory of earth when he died. 
 
 And then I knew that one who loved me so, 
 As He had bade the narrow way to go, 
 And sweetly done so; till her spirit fled 
 To that bright place; when here we called her dead. 
 She left to her mourners leaven 
 
 Of love, that will raise like a tide 
 The souls of sad ones to heaven 
 In bliss with her there to abide. 
 
 With perfect love, this is the way I know; 
 This did the vision clearly to me show. 
 I felt I'd not done well; for time I plead 
 For losing worldly self, and doing good instead, 
 That others might know of heaven; 
 That sin should never divide 
 
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The loved ones; that seventy times seven, 
 Forgiveness shall not be denied 
 
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 The time was granted, and the creature taste 
 
 Grew strong again; and often shut the heaven away, 
 
 Yet evening brought the thought, I must not waste 
 The time; and worthy be of given respite for an- 
 other day. 
 
 The pleasures here, are grasped by those we save, 
 We'll bear in silence till the ache is growing less, 
 
 Then comes the mandate, once again be brave. 
 
 You may prevent another's heart-break, your's the 
 work again to bless. 
 
 This be our motive; you who know, and read 
 These pages o'er will never have a doubt. 
 
 Words sharp force thoughts soft phrasing cannot lead; 
 Truth must come firm and sure, though surface 
 polish be left out. 
 
 My people dear, my patient toiling friends, 
 I've felt the scorn and want since helpless childhood 
 time; 
 This tribute to you: Love that never ends. 
 
 Till right and goodness blot the memory of each 
 bitter line, 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 My Country, 'tis to Thee .^ . 3 
 
 The Foreclosure. 4 
 
 Retrospection. 6 
 
 A Plea to the Voters. 9 
 
 A Protest Against Filled Cheese 10 
 
 Under Pressure 12 
 
 To Brother J. Iv 13 
 
 A Warning 16 
 
 Resurrection 17 
 
 William Jennings Bryan 19 
 
 England 20 
 
 Do Well Thy Work 21 
 
 To Self-Ordained Aristocracy. 22 
 
 To Exclusive Society. 23 
 
 Social Equality. 24 
 
 Bring a Soul unto Love's Altar. 25 
 
 The General Housework Girl 27 
 
 Recompense. 29 
 
 Dr. and Mrs. Lyman Abbott. 30 
 
 Pasadena 31 
 
 The Grandest Mission of Women. .... 32 
 
 Spirit and Letter. 33 
 
 Duality 35 
 
 Take ye Away the Stone. 37 
 
 Evolution. 89 
 
 Ask and ye Shall Receive. 41 
 
 Cause and Effect 42 
 
 Deliverance. 43 
 
 Who Is my Neighbor. ...'... 45 
 
 Insincerity 46 
 
 Dives versus Lazarus 47 
 
 To ye Self-Righteous Ones. 49 
 
 Which Shall Triumph? Evil or Good? ... 51 
 
 What Will You Do? 53 
 
 The Fulfillment, ......... 55 
 
 The Vision. .56 
 
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