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INDEX. 
 
 
 
 PAQE 
 
 The Man in the Moon— A Vision, 
 
 - 5 
 
 My Commission, 
 
 9 
 
 A Song from Paradise, 
 
 - 10 
 
 Mary's Message, 
 
 11 
 
 A Voice in the Wilderness, 
 
 - 11 
 
 The Burning Bush, 
 
 12 
 
 The New Wine, 
 
 - 16 
 
 Come Home, . - . . 
 
 18 
 
 The Untold Story, - 
 
 - 19 
 
 Resurrection, - _ . . 
 
 19 
 
 His Dream, - - - - 
 
 - 22 
 
 Language Without Words, - 
 
 25 
 
 The Wanderer, 
 
 - 26 
 
 A Mustard Seed, 
 
 27 
 
 The Pharisees, 
 
 - 27 
 
 Whispers, 
 
 28 
 
 Eddie's Song, 
 
 - 30 
 
 Communion of Saints, 
 
 31 
 
 Glory to the Lamb, 
 
 - 31 
 
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 THE MAN IN THE MOON-A VISION, 
 
 I'm the man in the moon, and have stepped 
 
 aside 
 To show to the world my future bride ; 
 From pole to pole she's waved her stars, 
 And won great battles for good old Mars. 
 Hand in hand we're clarab the hills tae- 
 
 gether, 
 Ne'er losing sight of ain an either. 
 In the breeze she's danced to the songs of 
 
 the night, 
 And never known sleep till broad daylight ; 
 We've reached the summit of everlasting 
 
 hills, 
 And here shall remain till Grod fulfills. 
 The north wind is coming with fearful 
 
 strides. 
 Thus we're sent to govern the tides ; 
 No horses nor chariots must now be used, 
 
Freedom was given when the colt was 
 
 loosed. 
 'Twas then the stars began their morning 
 
 song, 
 And Israel's God sent stripes to help along. 
 Thus I take her hand in mine, 
 Looking heavenward for the promised sign: 
 When the moon shall be turned to blood, 
 And the seas rolled back to Noah's flood. 
 The earth shall soon begin to reel. 
 And heaven sent forth her last appeal. 
 Behold the weaving of earthly clouds 
 All 'round the dead — Satan holds the 
 
 shrouds ; 
 Behold the eagle, her wings all snowy 
 
 white, 
 Prepared to catch the stars as they fall to- 
 night, 
 Orion's troops have gathered up their feet 
 To bring to earth their master's meat. 
 Every star in Heaven is being stirred 
 To light the way for Columbia's bird ; 
 Nearer and nearer the clouds she waves her 
 
 wings. 
 Hearing from thence unspeakable things. 
 The distance so great, yet the sounds so 
 
 near, 
 
As the mystic words fall soft upon the ear. 
 " The gentile world must now keep still, 
 " For God will soon His word fulfill ; 
 " The fulness they have felt so long 
 *' The Jews will soon pour forth in song." 
 Look not back till you've reached the spot 
 Where the message came to righteous Lot, 
 Then spread your wings o'er hills and dale, 
 Rebuke the winds where'er you see a 
 
 trembling sail. 
 Beneath the ponderous weight of seas 
 The dead begin to rise upon their knees; 
 Sun, moon and stars are given power 
 To draw them hence in the darkest hour. 
 They hear the voice of Jesus say. You're 
 
 not alone, 
 I send the earthquake to roll away the 
 
 stone. 
 That you may join your soul with mine 
 When I decent with you to dine. 
 Take up your beds of gold and silver ware, 
 Shulamite return, and with your brother 
 
 share 
 The treasures which cost so much to win, 
 In your travel thro' the deep, Jonah's cry 
 
 within. 
 Whose treasures are for the golden age, 
 
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 When Satan breathes his last upon the 
 
 sta^e, 
 When God shall a second time stretch forth 
 
 His hand 
 To secure His gold, for which He sent His 
 
 band. 
 One by one they sank and found their 
 
 place, 
 One by one they'll answer when He calls His 
 
 race : 
 "Lord, I'm here, reach thither Thy hand 
 
 in time " 
 To help me with this sea girt rhyme. 
 That I may restore this heap of gems to 
 
 hand, 
 The ships of Tarshish left at Thy command. 
 I marvel not Thy streets are paved with 
 
 gold, 
 That prophets walked thro' pearly gates of 
 
 old. 
 'Tis easy here to wear a coral wreath, 
 To keep bold Peter's sword in golden 
 
 sheath; 
 'Tis easy here to wear a jeweled crown. 
 Just like the one the wise men saw come 
 
 down. 
 Mystic songs oft thro' the waters steal, 
 
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 And golden harps are heard at every meal ; 
 And when the Lord shall come his boat to 
 
 bale, 
 "The golden dipper stands already in the 
 
 pail." 
 
 MY COMMISSION. 
 
 " The clothes which I gave you in the 
 
 battle," 
 No more shall you wear, 
 For the trumpet has sounded, 
 The corners are rounded, 
 
 Then take up your knapsack. 
 
 Go forth to the cities. 
 
 ' ' The words I shall give you must be spoken' ' 
 
 As you hand in the token ; 
 
 In valleys so fruitful, 
 
 Where the lost are the youthful, 
 
 Then take up your knapsack. 
 
 Go forth to the cities. 
 
 *' Lo ! Behold ! I have told you in the 
 
 token !" 
 Hid away is your mission, 
 Then speak with doves eyes ; 
 As a serpent, be wise, 
 
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 Then take up your knapsack, 
 Go forth to the cities. 
 
 The Lord is your Shepherd, you shall not 
 
 want, 
 On the plains where we'll meet. 
 Through the valleys we'll walk. 
 On the mountains we'll talk, 
 
 Then take up your knapsi'ck. 
 
 Go forth to the cities. 
 
 A SONO FROM PARADISE. 
 
 A little bird from Paradise 
 FJew in my heart to make me wise. 
 When all the rest went fast asleep. 
 He sang a song which made me weep. 
 
 He came to restore that which was lost 
 Through the fall of Adam, away in the past. 
 That we might not look to man any more. 
 But trust in the Lord for basket and store. 
 
 Begotten of God, borne on angel's wings 
 Are all the songs this little bird sings. 
 You had better be still till he gets through, 
 For the love in the song is all for you. 
 
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 MART'S MESSAGE. 
 
 Spread the Gospel far and near! 
 Spread it now without a fear! 
 Buckle on your sword for Heaven! 
 Unto you the secret's given, 
 Bid them enter the Shepherd's fold ; 
 'Tis there they'll hear the Gospel told, 
 'Tis there they'll find the men of war 
 Telling the truth by the light of the star. 
 Oh ! how dark was Herod's line 
 When the men of the East received the sign. 
 Tis dancing now on the morning tide ; 
 Come out on the waters and join the bride! 
 
 A VOICE IJSr THE WILDERNESS. 
 
 John the Baptist lit a fire at Israel's feet 
 With fan in hand the blaze was sent thro' 
 
 every street. 
 All Jordan heard the music of his voice, 
 Passed on to Jordan and made their choice; 
 Thro' fire and water the work was done, 
 When heaven was opened to reveal the Son* 
 
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 Oh glorious day we see the just in sight 
 The very owls are asking, where's our night? 
 One heaven-born day now intercedes 
 To scatter our night of evil deeds. 
 Gabriel's trumpet sounds at last, 
 Beware ye proud, beware the blast, 
 'Twill sweep you through the gates of hell. 
 From whence you'll never return to tell. 
 Listen ye that have ears to hear, 
 Listen to Gabriel's notes so near, 
 'Twill take but one to sweep the earth, 
 The next will bring the Jews their birth. 
 The Gentile horns can then be used 
 To plough the ground so long abused, 
 No place as yet prepared for seed 
 That sinners might draw near and feed. 
 No fear before their eyes, no certain sound 
 To guide the lost o'er Gospel ground. 
 
 THE BURNING BUSH. 
 
 While snow and northern winds without are 
 
 waging war 
 I sit, watching, within a wondrous star. 
 Oh wonderful star ! thou star of the East, 
 How earnest thou here, to a northern feast ? 
 
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 Messopotamia's shore, was brighter, when 
 
 Thy glory there fell on dying men. 
 
 So the wilderness here has its time 
 
 To blossom as the rose in any clime, 
 
 And the solitary be made glad 
 
 O'er the fatted calf our father's had. 
 
 Not yet Bethlehem's feast begins, 
 
 Not till the silver trumpet rings 
 
 On either side the St. Lawrence shore 
 
 Where blessings without strife God shall 
 
 pour. 
 O'er hill and dale, the message will be sent. 
 To the faithful the power is lent, 
 That each may know the mystic voice 
 Which speaks to all as one. His choice. 
 The chosen few will surely Bpeak 
 The words of Jesus whom ye seek, 
 Each a word of holy fire. 
 The very echo of Moses' golden lyre, 
 As he stood still in his lot 
 In awful wonder at the spot. 
 And answered to the solemn call, 
 For Grod to him was all in all ; 
 With never a word misunderstood 
 He lost no time in doing good. 
 Straightway the arm of the Lord was lent, 
 Ani Moses to his task was bent 
 
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 To deliver His people from bondage vile 
 Along Egypt's coast for many a mile. 
 Thus Pharoah with all his host 
 Was left to die on Satan's coast. 
 
 Quickly the morning tide came in 
 Teaching little children how to sing ; 
 Once more the turtle dove is on the wing, 
 Don't you hear the birdies sing ? 
 They sing to the march of Gideon's band, 
 For they know the way thro' Emanuel's 
 
 land; 
 Softly they breathe their morning song 
 At every door as they pass along. 
 
 Once more the heavens shall shake the ear h 
 And millions receive celestial birth ; 
 The trembling time has now begun, 
 For signs appear around the sun. 
 Songs of the night, heard from the moon, 
 Deborah awake ! make ready soon ! 
 A message from God reaches the wire, 
 The' none but a few can become a buyer, 
 He'd give his life to know the truth 
 Which Abram taught among the youth ; 
 But the wedge of gold is dearer still 
 Which with Satan's help his coffers fill. 
 
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 Who's this coming from the Canada side 
 With garments new, in purple dyed, 
 Reading the scroll by the light of the star 
 To the little band in the Gideon war ? 
 'Tis the voice of a king, made a priest unto 
 
 God ; 
 Hear ye Him ! for He speaks the word : 
 Gold and silver to give have I none, 
 But such as I have, receive ye every one. 
 Go bury your gold along with the dead. 
 And keep it there till your prayers are said. 
 The message now is to the Jewish line. 
 For the Gentile world have received the sign; 
 They've heard a voice from heaven say, 
 
 "peace be still," 
 For God will soon His word fulfill. 
 The fulness the Gentiles have felt so long, 
 The Jews will soon pour forth in song ; 
 And all the way from heaven above 
 I've come to speak these words of love, 
 Go bury your gold, no matter where. 
 It may be along the Delaware. 
 The song of the birds may there begin 
 To drown forever your load of sin 
 Celestial breezes faning the way, 
 Sinners there will be loth to stay. 
 Guided by an unseen hand 
 
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 They'll step aside for the GMdeon band, 
 
 Their toil and labor overdone, 
 
 They'll ask, "is this the game our fathers 
 
 won?" 
 Go bary your gold, no matter where. 
 The Lord will keep it safely there. 
 He's turned His eyes towards the little flocks 
 Nestling round our city docks. 
 He knows upon them He can depend, 
 For each has been wounded in the house of 
 
 his friend ; 
 The wounds are the same He has in His 
 
 hand, 
 'Tls the signal now of the Gideon band. 
 The Jews are baking bread for the work, 
 Among the ants you'll find they lurk. 
 Jesus with Moses and Elias have marked the 
 
 day 
 When the bands of death shall pass away. 
 
 THE NEW WINE. 
 
 Words no longer have a certain sound 
 To me ! upon this new made ground. 
 Peter was the first to catch the meaning of 
 His eye, 
 
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 And know that shortly He must die. 
 
 Afar off he slowly followed on 
 
 With a tear for every step till resurrection 
 
 morn. 
 From the look his Master gave 
 He saw enough a world to save ; 
 From a world in bondage, tho' not lost, 
 He turned to meet the heavenly host. 
 No words required to tell him more 
 Than what he hears from (Janaan's shore. 
 Mary's voice in that sweet morning tide 
 Is heard, while she beckons him aside 
 To her what the angels have to say 
 About their Lord, who went away. 
 So Peter ran nearly out of breath, 
 Before his face no fear of death. 
 "The kingdom's come," was the cry within, 
 And slackened not his pace till he entered 
 
 in. 
 Then with the angels sang, "Thy kingdom's 
 
 come, 
 All hail ! make ready the upper room, 
 No longer to take the fruit of the vine. 
 We'll meet in Jerusalem, and drink the new 
 
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 COME HOME, 
 
 Come home ! Come home ! From whence 
 
 this cry ? 
 The Spirit's voice I've heard before, 
 But now that I'm about to die 
 It speaks to me from the other shore. 
 'Tis the mystic voice of the Bride 
 Calh'ng, Home I Come Home I Come with 
 
 the morning tide. 
 
 The Gospel ship I See she floats ! 
 Hark to the trumpet's thrilling notes I 
 All things in common and nothing to waste, 
 Though from church to church the Bride 
 
 must be chased. 
 'Tis the mystic voice of the Bride 
 Calling, Home ! Come Home ! Come with 
 
 the morning tide. 
 
 From stern to stern her deck is packed, 
 Her crew for aught space never lacked. 
 Casting their bread upon the watery crest, 
 To whom it returns, they're doubly blessed. 
 'Tis the mystic voice of the Bride 
 Calling, Home ! Oame Home ! Come with 
 the morning tide. 
 
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 THE UNTOLD STORT. 
 
 Hark 1 there's mourning in Zion 
 And bleatings all round the she«p fold. 
 Sucklings forgotten by all save the Lord. 
 No Canaan for mothers, the story's untold. 
 Yes ! there's weeping in Zion 
 For the story's untold. 
 
 Hark ! there's mourning in Zion, 
 The children of Rachel are not ; 
 Blindly she weeps o'er their ashes, 
 Unseen is the beauty of each in his lot. 
 
 Lord, wherefore this mourning in Zion ? 
 *'My shepherds have lost every crumb," 
 Saith the Lord, my table supplied 
 To feed the hungry and all who may come. 
 
 Soon the sons of Rachel in Zion 
 Together shall sing o'er Egypt's dark sea, 
 Then notes shall respond in the morning 
 And roll back forever, this song unto me. 
 
 RESURRECTION. 
 
 As Mary stood without she wept. 
 
 And stooping down to see how the angel kept 
 
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 The place where resurrection first began, 
 She talks awhile within 'ere she turns and 
 
 sees a man. 
 "Why weepest thou ? '* the angels say; 
 " I want my Lord, O tell me, pray." 
 From whence this music of the skies ? 
 Can it reach the ears of man, and he be wise? 
 I want my Lord, O tell me, pray. 
 Was it for this the stone was rolled away, 
 That I might sit and walk with Him in 
 
 white. 
 Making every spot as pure and bright ? 
 The angel of His presence fills the place, 
 Callest thou this the end of mortal race ? 
 
 glorious, blessed, peaceful end I 
 
 Tho' left without an earthly bosom friend, 
 
 1 want ray Lord ! O tell me why 
 This angel band has gathered nigh ? 
 Sharon's rose must have entered in, 
 And burst the bands of inbred sin. 
 Tongues of angels sing, "Weep no more, 
 Our Lilly of the Valley has swept the floor." 
 An angel points to the cap that Abram wore. 
 And the linen clothes God kept in store. 
 Saying, "Thro' all the ages from Abram 
 
 down 
 These were kept that you might wear a 
 crown." 
 
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 From the first command nigh to the tenth 
 On Sinai's mount faitli gathered strength 
 To travel thro' that wondrous clond 
 From which God speaks to all so loud, 
 The chosen vessels of Abram's seed 
 Jehovah used the rest to feed. 
 When He placed His foot on Horeb's rock, 
 No thisty lamb was left among the flock. 
 They drank, on rushed the mighty tide; 
 'Tis Christ, they cried, and looked for none 
 
 beside. 
 Their simple faith at once took hold, 
 At every test they grew more bold. 
 How great that faith which lit their eyes 
 To see His standing army in the skies ! 
 O mysterious fire, shut up in Elisha's bone, 
 Quickly it kindled and on the dead man 
 
 shone ; 
 The Lord came down the sepulchre to greet. 
 And the man revived and stood upon his, 
 
 feet. 
 Mysterious the sign when the fleece of wool 
 
 was seen 
 In Grideon's loom to prove the linen must 
 
 be clean. 
 From under the oak He called the least to 
 
 do His will ; 
 
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 He saw the wool was ^hite, yet sent the dew 
 
 to make it whiter still. 
 Thus commenced the weaving, faith in every 
 
 thread, 
 Bat why seek ye here the living among the 
 
 dead? 
 Marvel not that He has risen, now in power, 
 Our Lily of the Valley bids you drink from 
 
 every flower. 
 Risen indeed ! help me, Lord, to see Thee 
 
 now; 
 Surely I feel Thy breath upon my brow. 
 'Tis no gardener, but Christ Himself Thou 
 
 art; 
 See, I am Mary, in spirit never more to part. 
 Remember me, dear Lord, when Thou dost 
 
 ascend, 
 That my faith fail not ; upon Thee I do de- 
 pend 
 For power to tell the brethren, this I know 
 That Thou art He who shall come and go, 
 That when they reach the shores of Galilee 
 Thou wilt be There to set them free. 
 
 HIS DREAM. 
 
 I dreamed I saw a maiden fair 
 
 Adown whose cheek her dark brown hair 
 
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 Hung in wavy tresses there, 
 Beautiful to behold. 
 
 The day was fading into night, 
 The sun had sunken out of sight, 
 And his long lingering rays of light 
 Fringed the clouds with gold. 
 
 When the sun's last rays had gone 
 Amazed I stood and gazed upon 
 That maid, looking like an Amazon 
 Of Old. 
 
 H«r flowing robes where snowy white, 
 Her jet-black eyes as fair and bright. 
 As a glittering star at night 
 
 When the air is clear and cold. 
 
 In each white and shapely hand 
 She held two doves. At her command 
 They winged their flight above the land 
 Fearlessly and bold. 
 
 The doves growing weary in their flight. 
 Sought a place upon which to alight, 
 They rested on a cloud all white, 
 Their tired wings to fold. 
 
 And while the birdies pant for breath, 
 The maiden stands as mute as death, 
 
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 Surveying from the cloud beneath, 
 She saw the world. 
 
 At the revolting sight, she stood aghast ! 
 Dens of infamy in full blast, 
 Jails and prisons filling fast, — 
 Satan's banner's all unfurled. 
 
 Lifting her eyes heavenward, she breathed 
 
 a prayer, 
 Purer than the still night air, 
 Saviour, let these weak ones be thy care, 
 
 Call them to thy fold. 
 
 Lo I a voice comes floating on the breeze. 
 Like a summer's wind sighing through the 
 
 trees, 
 Linda! Linda 1 then dropping on her knees. 
 
 The maid was told. 
 
 This be thy mission here below. 
 Through all the prisons thou shalt go, 
 And tell to them the story. But Oh ! 
 Let it be sweetly told. 
 
 A place for them I shall prepare 
 In my father's mansion in the air. 
 Far, far away in that city fair, 
 
 Whose streets are paved with gold. 
 
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 LANGUAGE WITHOUT WORDS. 
 
 I have seen in his eye 
 
 A light the stars might claim 
 As he turned around to catch 
 
 The sound of Jesus' name. 
 Then as one without a hope, 
 
 Oh, why should I weep ? 
 The hand writing's on the wall, 
 
 Jesus knows His sheep. 
 
 I have heard him sigh 
 
 For the home of the soul 
 While he listened for thunder 
 
 From heaven to roll, 
 But the powers of darkness 
 
 Hindered my prayer ; 
 He knew not where to begin, 
 
 His soul cried, where t 
 
 He's joined to the Bridegroom, 
 
 Tho' weary in his walk. 
 I listen for his footsteps, 
 
 And know he soon will talk; 
 O what will he say 
 
 From the midst of the blaze ? 
 For the Son of Man is coming 
 
 The dead to raise. 
 
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 I've known when he felt 
 
 The Spirit's silent power 
 Breaking through the darkness 
 
 To catch him for an hour, 
 Then why should I weep ? 
 
 I'll weep no more, 
 For our Lily of the Valley 
 
 Has swept the floor. 
 
 THE WANDERER. 
 
 News from afar! Where the raven builds its 
 
 nest, 
 A weary child is fed and finds his rest. 
 No mother's love is there with its gentle 
 
 touch, 
 The ground is cold and hard; it always is 
 
 for such 
 Who leave a mother's home and tender care 
 To wander far away— they know not where. 
 No water lily nigh to hang its head. 
 Hush ! the Lily of-the-valley's there instead, 
 To bring His own on the morning tide 
 This wandering boy from the mountain side. 
 No mother can take the Sheperd's place 
 When from the desert He brings His chosen 
 
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 A MUSTARD SEED. 
 
 I've found the tracks across the sea 
 Which never a cloud can hide from me. 
 Although great darkness covers the deep, 
 The stars will gather before I sleep. 
 There's a sunny side to every hill, 
 There's a power to remove great ^nountains 
 
 still, 
 There's a love which casts out every fear, 
 And takes in faith when heaven is near. 
 
 THE PHARISEES. 
 
 Distance hinders not the mighty tide, 
 Our Father now sends far and wide. 
 How great in heaven that power must be. 
 Piercing the clouds when none can see. 
 The height and depth of that wondrous 
 
 Well, 
 No observation here can help us tell. 
 Softly the breezes come and go 
 Which only those in the spirit know. 
 No midnight cry can e'er break through 
 This hallowed ground, if we be true ; 
 No sorrow can take the place of joy, 
 
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 When Satan's bound, the work he can't de- 
 stroy; 
 When bound in heaven, he's bound on earth, 
 For workers now receive celestial birth. 
 Where'er our Father sends His bride 
 Satan and his angels step aside. 
 To us the sign is given which none can know 
 Save he who receives for his work below. 
 We would, if we could, give the token 
 Which the Lord Himself hath spoken. 
 Because of the Scribe's and Pharisee's leaven 
 The mystery still is kept in heaven. 
 Woes for them grow louder and louder, 
 They hear no voice except the thunder. 
 
 WHISPERS. 
 
 Since within Thine heart I find a chosen 
 
 spot, 
 Help me, dear Lord, to bear my lot; 
 Grant that I may mercy unto others show, 
 Which Thou hath vouchsafed to all below, 
 And sometime hence my little Nell 
 Will talk with grandma at the well. 
 Hush! I see her stepping softly 'round her 
 
 grave. 
 
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 With flowers, long ago the seed I saw her 
 
 save; 
 To ine no rose e'er looked half so sweet 
 As this which grows at mother's feet. 
 In many climes I've seen flowers in May, 
 But this alone can turn my night to day: 
 '*'Tis the Rose of Sharon," moving my 
 
 heart 
 To turn from death to life and take a part; 
 But gentler hands than mine must touch. 
 And place this round her face— she loved 
 
 much. 
 Not many summer breezes here e'er fanned 
 
 her cheek, 
 Yet heaven opened 'ere her youngest boy 
 
 could speak 
 In time to light the widow's pathway all 
 
 along, 
 Where none can fail to learn redemption 
 
 song. 
 Celestial breezes came, with flowers rich and 
 
 rare, 
 One by one, thus fitting up her mansion 
 
 over there. 
 Angels came while yet 'twas cold and dark, 
 To cheer her life with song and golden 
 
 harp, 
 
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 That she might touch each string, and 
 
 know 
 Her Shepherd's voice— when and where to 
 
 go. 
 Watching and waiting, sweet sounds from 
 
 afar, 
 That all was well near Bethlehem's star. 
 
 EDDIE'S SONG. 
 
 Oh ! here's a song they wrote up in heaven, 
 On Christmas morn' to you 'twas given. 
 An angel came down,and Jesus was crowned, 
 A wee little babe in a manger found. 
 The shepherds were watching their flocks 
 
 by night 
 When the angel came down and gave them 
 
 a fright^ 
 *' Fear not," said he, *' 'tis joy we bring, 
 Then leave your flocks and help us sing; 
 And this is the sign, in swaddling clothes 
 The babe shall begin to bloom as the rose." 
 We're marching on to the harvest moon. 
 And the heavenly host have set the tune 
 Of glory and peace, good will toward men. 
 You'll hear them sing it again and again. 
 
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 COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
 O I think I see the angels 
 
 As they gather 'round the throne, 
 Sitting peaceful by the river 
 
 TeJling how they came alone. 
 Hark ! I hear the voices mingle, 
 
 All at home, with one accord. 
 On that river not a ripple, 
 
 For they've met to praise the Lord ; 
 Joining hands in holy order. 
 
 Sweet communion in each soul, 
 With confidence in one another 
 
 They tell how Jesus made them whole. 
 Naught can none put asunder 
 
 What God has joined together. 
 Ye men of Gralilee, why do ye wonder ? 
 
 Thk Christ in us abides forever. 
 
 GLORY TO THE LAMB, 
 
 Behold a Lamb stands still^ 
 On Zion's Mount, how fair 
 
 The foreheads which receive 
 The name that's written there. 
 
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 I heard a voice from heaven, 
 From the harps of gold it came, 
 
 Saying: The virgins were receiving 
 Their Father's written name. 
 
 While sounds of thunder wake the dead, 
 The Angels sound their notes abroad, 
 
 Telling how they followed the Lamb 
 
 In songs made new through Jesus' blood. 
 
 No man, except the number given. 
 Can find the key which opens heaven ; 
 Without the keynote none can sing 
 That bridal song the angels bring. 
 
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