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 There is a little history connected with this book 
 that has a peculiarity all its own, and may be of 
 interest to the reader, viz: Many of these poems are 
 pen pictures of incidents in the life of the authoress 
 and those near and dear to her, and as you read 
 you will become familiar with much of her life and 
 her immediate family. Next, the entire work from 
 start to finish has been the labor of herself and 
 children — the poems by the authoress, the steno- 
 graphic work by her youngest daughter; the press 
 work by her son, and eminating from their own 
 printing office. ^The Authoress sends forth this 
 little volumne with the hope that it may prove a 
 great blessing in other households as it has in her 
 own. It is a message to those whose pathway have 
 not been easy nor strewn with flowers, and its 
 success will be measured, not by its wonderful 
 merit as a literary production, as by the power for 
 good it m.ay wield in the lives of others. If, while 
 pursuing these pages, the burdens of life may 
 become to some more easy to bear; the lonely feel 
 less lonely; the disheartened cheered; the weary 
 catch a gleam of a resting place in the Future 
 that has hitherto seem.ed dim, it surely will have 
 accomplished a good work, and v/ill meet v.'ith its 
 reward. 
 
 Go forth little volume in weakness and fear, 
 Go forth little booklet, thj- strength, is a prayer, 
 That over the earth somewhere you will find 
 Someone wlio will love you and who will be kind 
 To the writer of these few and unskillful lines. 
 
 You carry forth with you a hope that some joy, 
 You will give to manj' a girl and wandering boj', 
 That some man will aim higher and look ever aloft, 
 Though he is weary and sore temptest tossed; 
 A hope that some Mother more motherlj' will be, 
 More anxious to mould her loved ones for Eternitj-. 
 
 That someday, sometime I may live to see, 
 A message come from some reader to me 
 That inj' work has not lieen fruitless, 
 "It has done much for me," 
 And this a reward to the writer will be. 
 
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 The best we have we give to those we love best. 
 The poems within this volume are the best thoughts 
 that I have had throughout the entire part of my 
 life. They were written at times when I walked 
 closest with God, thought the least of earth and 
 more of Heaven. So I bequeath them to my dear 
 children. They have afforded us many happy 
 hours; they have been as sunshine in our home; 
 they have made me a better woman; you, better 
 children. The time is quickly drawing near when 
 I shall no longer be near to admonish cheer, or 
 watch your coming in or going out, but the thoughts 
 contained within are almost a part of myself; they 
 will be with you as long as life shall last. If you 
 are worried, disheartened or unhappy, some words 
 in this volume will speak to you and will bring me 
 very near in spirit. I hope they may always 
 influence you and lead you to nobler and better 
 things. My prayer is that you may be the grandest 
 of men, the purest and truest of v/omen. Remember 
 that it is always noble to be good, and may we be 
 a united and happy family, some day, when we 
 shall meet on the high plains of the Eternal City. 
 
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 DEAR READER: 
 
 Did you ever read "Fern Leaves" by Fanny Fern? 
 It has been years and years since I possessed a 
 copy of this book, but it holds a sacred place in 
 my memory and I regret if you have not read it 
 for you have missed a delightful treat. It is not a 
 large volume and contains only short stories, but 
 the most pathetic and heartfelt stories ever told, 
 and before you have completed the book, your 
 heart is throbbing with more love for your fellow- 
 men; with higher aims and purposes, and you feel 
 as though you would love to take the heart-broken 
 Mother, the sobbing child in your arms and whisper 
 words of comfort to them. This is the impression 
 I have carried from this book since my childhood. 
 I read it again and again, little dreaming that some 
 of the stories portrayed on its pages were prophetic 
 visions of my future life. Its pages were an inspir- 
 ation to me and I would hie away to the attic in 
 the old home, amidst its marvelous contents of 
 antique furniture, old portraits, and dust-covered 
 trunks and boxes to think and dream, and often 
 was my childish voice lifted in prayer that some 
 day I might be able to write a book, for I felt there 
 could be nothing sweeter in life, no goal more 
 desirable to reach than to be able to yield the pen 
 as forcibly as did this author, and send out to the 
 world such entrancing thoughts. Childhood days 
 have long since passed, middle age drawing to a 
 close, and now as I am nearing the sunset of life 
 I shall attempt to put those thoughts on paper and 
 fulfill those dreams of my childhood. 
 
 The Authoress. 
 
"I was looking- over into my neighbor's tonig-ht' 
 
I was looking over into my neighbor's tonight, 
 
 The fire was burning, the gas was bright, 
 
 The husband was sitting in an easy chair, 
 
 And the wife was lingering very near. 
 
 And they looked so happy, gay and bright 
 
 That it made my heart ache from the very sight — 
 
 Not with envy, for I am glad that care 
 
 Finds no rest or dwelling place there; 
 
 But with the sight memory flies 
 
 Back to the past of happier days — 
 
 And I wonder if ever again for me 
 
 Thanksgiving will bring joy and pleasure and glee. 
 
 I turn to my room, I'm alone tonight. 
 The fire burns low and the lamp less bright — 
 My little ones locked in the arms of sleep. 
 Angels over them constant watch keep. 
 They are all I have in this world of care 
 To fill my heart with joy and cheer. 
 I've made this day happy for them I say, 
 And I fall on my knees and begin to pray: 
 "May every Thanksgiving that comes and goes 
 Bring to them life's joys — and less of its woes; 
 May they be noble, good and wise. 
 Free from the world's evils, free from its lies. 
 
 "Oh, Heavenly Father again I pray — 
 Be with me by night, be with me by day. 
 That every word and thought and look 
 That is written against me in thy Great Book, 
 Be such that the Recording Angel shall say — 
 'She has fought the battle, she has won the day. 
 The task was great but the task is done, 
 The race was weary but the race is won.' 
 Send thy peace down into my heart tonight. 
 While the fire burns low and the lamp less bright. 
 That each Thanksgiving as it comes and goes — 
 Bringing its joys or bringing its woes. 
 To me or my neighbor that lives o'er the way 
 May find us ready to thank and to pray." 
 
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 Sweet Sabbath Bells. Sweet Sabbath Bells. 
 How many charms thy chiming bears. 
 They waft my soul far, far away 
 From all the world and weary cares. 
 
 They seem to whisper unto me. 
 A place of rest is found — 
 A place beneath the Mercy Seat 
 Where pardoning grace abounds. 
 
 Bow down before that Mercy Seat, 
 :^^, Pour out thy heart in prayer. 
 
 And feel assured that it will meet 
 A pitying Father's ear. 
 
 And if these earthly Sabbath Bells, 
 Sound sweetly to thine ear. 
 What harmony will fill thy soul, 
 
 -'/p' When you hear those bells "Up there." 
 
 •rj For then thy toil is ended, 
 
 - 'jr.. For then thy work is done, 
 
 &i And thou shalt rest forever, 
 
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 J^j Those Bells will ring on forever, 
 
 .""■ Those Bells will seem to say, 
 
 ,:'' Sing on, sing on forever, 
 
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 The stars were twinkling in the sky, 
 
 The moon sailed smiling by, 
 
 The dew-drops listened 'neath its light, 
 
 The winds but faintly sighed. 
 
 My heart was light, yea as the night. 
 
 For lingering by my side 
 
 Was one I loved supreme above 
 
 All earthly treasures wide. 
 
 In whispers soft, in whispers low, 
 
 I love you Leanore, 
 
 I will be true, I will be true 
 
 To you whom I adore. 
 
 Another night, as clear, as bright 
 
 Many years have drifted slow. 
 
 The stars as bright, my heart less light 
 
 Than in that long ago. 
 
 My face less fair, my step is slow, 
 
 I listen in vain, I cannot hear 
 
 That whisper soft and low, 
 
 I love you Leanore, 
 
 I will be true, I will be true 
 
 To you whom I adore. 
 
 Another face did win my Love, 
 
 And wood him from my side. 
 
 And I was left alone, alone 
 
 To what might e'er betide. 
 
 There is a future, oh, thank God 
 
 This is of life only a part, 
 
 'Tis only pain and anguish here— 
 
 Up there 'tis heart to heart. 
 
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 How long you'll be with us, who can tell, ^^g 
 But this I know truly, yea, know full well, 
 
 You'll be ready to go when the summons comes ^.^ 
 
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 There the burdens and crosses of life you'll lay down, '{i^ 
 
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 Seventy-four years of life well spent, i.^^ 
 
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 Of you indeed it can truly be said, ^^ 
 
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 When the sun is sinking in the distant west, 
 
 And the little birdlings seek their downy nest, 
 
 So my little Darling wearied with her play. 
 
 Comes and sits beside me at the close of day. 
 
 "Oh, Mother I am tired, as tired as can be. 
 
 Now let me kneel beside thee, my head upon your knee." 
 
 Then in winning accents, very soft and low. 
 
 Came the tender message many years ago — 
 
 "Mother, how I love you, none on earth can tell. 
 
 High up as the Heavens," whispered little Nell. 
 
 The years may come and go and changed may be my lot, 
 
 But that scene at summer twilight can never be forgot. 
 
 Years they passed too quickly and my Darling Child, 
 
 Left her Home and Mother, and became a bride. 
 
 Then I sat at evening sad and all alone. 
 
 Watching for my Darling, but she never comes; 
 
 And I pray our Father, wherever she may be. 
 
 To guard, guide, protect her and bring her back to me. 
 
 One day there came a message from across the sea: 
 
 "Mother, I am dying, far away from thee. 
 
 Sad and broken-hearted, how I long to rest. 
 
 With your arms about me, head upon your breast. 
 
 E'er these words shall reach you my spirit will have flown. 
 
 To the land of light and glory, where sorrow is unknown." 
 
 When the tide is ebbing, when the tide doth flow. 
 
 When the winds are highest, when the winds are low. 
 
 Morning, noon and evening, visions come to me 
 
 Of my long lost Darling that I soon shall see. 
 
 I raise my voice to Heaven and plead as ne'er before 
 
 For the ending of the journey, to meet my child once more. 
 
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 I hold this promise very dear 
 
 Unto my wayward heart, 
 
 It brings such comfort to my soul, 
 
 And wards off every dart 
 
 That this cold world can thrust at me, 
 
 Be that dart what it will, 
 
 For beyond them all I hear these words, 
 
 "My Angels are watching still." 
 
 If friends forsake or foe molest 
 t^ To do me hurt or harm, 
 
 ?t , I feel His Angels drawing near 
 
 To shield me in their arms. 
 
 Dark clouds of doubt oft, oft arise, 
 '^^ And make me doubt His care, 
 
 ly~ ■■ But when I seek the Throne of Grace 
 
 '^ In earnest heart-felt prayer; 
 
 They lift me up I hear them say, 
 
 ;»-', In tender tones to me. 
 
 "Fear not, fear not, I'll not forsake, 
 My Angels Guardeth Thee." 
 
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 They gathered here those dear old friends, 
 From far away o'er field and plain. 
 From mountain heights from valleys low. 
 They all came home to meet again; 
 To meet i he loved of childhood's hour, 
 To clasp their hands and vows renew, 
 That though by distance sundered far, 
 They always, always would be true. 
 
 That this old home was sweeter far 
 Than any new they e'er might know. 
 And that the scenes of childhood's hour, 
 Were hallowed memories where e'er they'd go. 
 They sat upon the bright green grass. 
 Beneath the high arched shady trees; 
 They listened to the music sweet 
 That swelled and floated on the breeze. 
 
 They sang that song, the sweetest song 
 Of all on earth to wanderers' known. 
 Sang of the land that gave them birth, 
 The song of "Old Kentucky Home." 
 But one came home ne'er to return. 
 To scenes of busy Ufe again. 
 We laid him low beneath the sod. 
 And turned away — hearts bathed in pain. 
 
 Oh, blessed scenes that filled our hearts 
 With hopes and aims that seemed divine, 
 That only noble acts and pure. 
 Henceforth should fill their hearts and mine. 
 That we might live and move and be, 
 True to all that's purest, truest, best, 
 Conscious that it leadeth to 
 Eternal Home — Eternal Rest. 
 
 Farewell dear friends, our hearts are full; 
 This meeting brought such joy, such pain. 
 Now fills our hearts, we murmur low. 
 Ah, when and waere shall we meet again. 
 But this we know — some day there'll be 
 A great Home Coming for one, for all. 
 When we before our God's high Throne, 
 In pain and adoration fall. 
 And there in that Eternal Home, 
 May all be gathered, no more to part, 
 To sing the everlasting song. 
 Hand clasped in hand and heart to heart. 
 
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 Praise ye the Lord with all thy strength and might, 
 
 Praise ye the Lord at noonday and at night, 
 
 Praise him when you're weak and praise Him when you're strong 
 
 Praise Him if you're right, praise Him in your song. 
 
 Praise Him when in doubt, that he may make it clear, 
 
 Praise Him when you're trembling with uncertain fear. 
 
 Praise Him for the sunshine, praise Him for the shade,' 
 
 Praise Him when you're merry, praise Him when you're sad. 
 
 Praise Him when the battle seems so fierce and long. 
 
 And you doubt your strength, hope almost gone. 
 
 Out of darkest shadows He can bring the light, ' 
 
 E'en the deepest wrong, He can set it right. 
 
 ^ , Praise Him when the foe glories in it's might. 
 
 Praise Him when the foe hopes to strangle Right. 
 Praise Him in thy sickness, praise Him in thy health, 
 - Praise Him in thy poverty, praise Him with thy wealth. 
 
 ">, Praise Him when you're dying and you seem to hear, 
 
 ,^^ The many songs of Angels as they hover near. 
 
 Praise the Lord of Lords, praise the King of Heaven, 
 : Praise Him for His dying Grace, which to you He's given. 
 
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 The election day is over, 
 The candidates have settled down; 
 Some wearing a very broad grin, 
 Some sadness and a frown. 
 They have purchased every vote 
 That was floating in the town, 
 And drank up all the whiskey 
 For miles and miles around. 
 
 Yes, the dreaded day is over, 
 
 Thank God we have our lives. 
 
 That the politicians have all gone home 
 
 To their babies and their wives. 
 
 The boys are all so merry. 
 
 And shout aloud with glee; 
 
 Girls let us all be happy 
 
 For Dad is off his spree. 
 
 Why, men ye have an heritage, 
 Sons of the great King, 
 Why will ye thus debauch yourselves 
 For bad and wicked men? 
 Why will ye sell your birthright. 
 For things which man can give? 
 You must live here uprightly. 
 That you may future live. 
 
 You cannot sell your vote 
 
 And be an honest man; 
 
 You cannot buy a vote 
 
 And be a leader in the van 
 
 Of justice, truth and honor. 
 
 Which you've pledged yourself to be. 
 
 But a traitor to your loved ones. 
 
 To your home and country. 
 
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 How can I meet the Enemy, '^'^"^ 
 
 If I have not my armor on? 
 
 I am so weak and feeble, so easy overcome, 
 
 And Satan is with me each morning, 
 
 He wants to block the way. 
 
 And so he whispers, "hurry", 
 
 You haven't the time to pray. 
 
 Did I greet my loved ones hurriedly, 
 c?!/ Without that look of love? ' | 
 
 "^ That they always hope to see \ 
 
 , V When from the home they move; 
 
 That look of tender sympathy, 
 
 ^ That helps them throughout the day, ri 
 
 '*' No, I forgot to buckle my armor on. ^/rS? 
 
 I had not the time to pray. 
 
 How many acts of love and kindness. 
 Have I performed for neighbor, friend. 
 Did I say a word of cherriness. 
 Or a helping hand did lend? 
 ;|>i To one who had never donned the armor 
 
 That Jesus bids us wear. 
 By beginning each day to gather strength, 
 By my early morning prayer. 
 
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 'lis wonderful to love like Jesus, 
 As a Shepherd He leadeth His sheep, 
 Where the pastures are green and fragrant, 
 With His loved ones, at the grave He weeps, 
 As King, High Priest, and Savior, 
 Our Heaven for us He gained; 
 His love was from the Beginning, 
 He has promised it shall never end. 
 
 And this wonderful power is given 
 To some of His followers here. 
 To help the down trodden and outcast, 
 And fill their hearts with cheer. 
 Oh, Lord, give us more of thy spirit 
 Is our earnest plea and prayer. 
 
 
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 'Tis wonderful to walk like Jesus, 
 With the poor, the faint, and the weak. 
 Afar from the rich man's highway, 
 On the lonely and untrodden street; 
 Seeking to find the lost one. 
 The weary and wandering sheep. 
 
 'Tis wonderful to speak like Jesus, 
 So gentle, kind and mild, 
 A voice so full of tenderness. 
 It would not startle a child; 
 And even stilled the demon 
 In the leper wandering wild. 
 
 'Tis wonderful to do like Jesus, 
 
 Only acts that are kind and good, 
 
 A drink for the one that is thirsty. 
 
 And for those who are hungry, food; 
 
 Calming the storm and tempest ^^ 
 
 Like when Peter, on the water stood. 
 
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 We have met again, but we've met to part, 
 'Twill cost many pangs, much aching of heart, 
 But I pray we may never, never rue 
 This sad, sad parting to me and to you. 
 
 I chide not, I chide not, it would be in vain. 
 To this sad hour I would add no pain, 
 This inevitable parting, though it must be. 
 Is a sad, sad parting to you and to me. 
 
 It was not best, it could not be 
 
 That I should be all in all to thee; 
 
 One there will be who will take my place, 
 
 You'll bask in the light of her fair, pure face, 
 
 Together you'll walk through life, it maybe, 
 Together tread the Shores of Eternity, 
 But I ask you, my friend, who e'er you meet — 
 Remember sometimes, "your own Darling Kate." 
 
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 Drifting, drifting fartlier apart, 
 
 Har.d from hand and lieart from lieart; 
 
 Witii a gulf yawning betwixt me and thee. 
 
 As wide as the unknown Eternity. 
 
 Didn't you mean it — those words of love? 
 
 That you whispered that night when the stars above 
 
 Shone so brightly on you and me, 
 
 As we stood hand in hand by the restless sea. 
 
 "My little girl" as sweet as can be, 
 
 "Pearl of all pearls" most precious to me; 
 
 The world has nothing I so highly prize 
 
 As the wave of your hair and the gleam of your eyes. 
 
 Though months ago, oh was it a dream! 
 
 V/ill it never come again, again? 
 
 You waited so long I doubted your love, 
 
 I almost doubted my God above; 
 
 I acted as though we had never met, 
 
 And that I had learned the Past to forget; 
 
 My heart had become a thing of pain, 
 
 My blood grown chili, I was maddened of brain. 
 
 1 heeded not your words, your earnest plea, 
 
 I only deemed you false to me. 
 
 I saw you pass from my blinding sight, 
 
 And all grew black as the darkest night, 
 
 Alone, all alone with the hopes of the Past, 
 
 The beautiful dream that did not last. 
 
 Nothing left, nothing left but the dream of the Past, 
 
 The beautiful dream, that did not last. 
 
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 Little children come and bring, 
 
 Richest treasures to your King, 
 
 Let your anthems fill the air, 
 
 Bring your tributes rich and rare. ^ 
 
 Christ, the Lord, has risen today, 
 He has chased grim Death away. 
 Praise your Maker, God and King, 
 Christ, the Lord, has risen. 
 
 Where there's misery, want and woe, 
 
 Little Children you must go, 
 
 Tell them of a Savior's love, ::v 
 
 Tell them that He lives above. '^- 
 
 Tell it to the heathen far. 
 Tell them that the "Gate's ajar," 
 That they too, may enter in, 
 Christ has washed away their sin. 
 
 Tell it to the aged ones. 
 Whose Ufe's journey 's almost run. 
 Tell them that He claims His Sheep, 
 That He o'er them watch still keeps. 
 
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 The wedding morn dawned bleak and drear, 
 The ground was white, the trees were sear; 
 But through the blinding, falling tears, 
 With trembling hope and many fears, 
 y She whispered, though in deepest sorrow: 
 
 ^ "I think it will be bright tomorrow." 
 
 ::,^ The years sped by— some slow, some fast, 
 
 Bright hopes had risen and then had passed 
 
 / On many a sad Tomorrow. 
 
 Blest hope that springs within the breast 
 Like summer showers they come to bless. 
 And bids us trust through sorrow. 
 
 i) And now as the closing life draws near. 
 
 She watches through the falling tear 
 - For the Eternal Tomorrow. 
 
 There friend nor foe will ne'er molest 
 Nor judge or jury bring unrest. 
 Or blight her life with sorrow. 
 [^ The unfailing star of Hope appears. 
 
 And with it brings no doubts or fears, 
 But the long hoped for — Tomorrow. 
 
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 Come, launch my boat and let it float, 
 
 Out with the coming tide, 
 The day is bright, my heart is light 
 
 And with me is my bride. 
 
 We've pledged our troth, we've paid our vows 
 
 Before each other's shrine. 
 And I am hers— forever hers 
 
 And she — forever mine. 
 
 Let shadows come, they all must flee. 
 
 Before love's powerful sway, 
 If I am hers and she is mine, 
 
 Love never leads astray. 
 
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Written to Mrs. Win. McKinley 
 
 The year is drawing to it's close, and the ending is very drear, 
 
 For it dawned so beautiful and bright 
 
 At the beginning of the year. 
 
 But you were with me then, my love, 
 
 As tender, as loving, as true. 
 
 As when in the brightness of youth, my love, 
 
 I gave myself to you. 
 
 God blessed us wonderfully, my love. 
 
 With a faith lasting and true. 
 
 As when in the far, far past, 
 
 I gave myself to you. 
 
 All honors that a wife could wish or hope. 
 
 To you the world has given. 
 
 And so great hath been our happiness. 
 
 It seemed a foretaste of Heaven. 
 
 But sudden and swift. Oh, dreadful day, 
 
 That filled my life with pain. 
 
 When the eyes were closed and the hands were crossed. 
 
 And the voice ne'er spoke again, 
 
 No more to hear you sing, my love, 
 
 In murmurs soft and sweet, 
 
 "Nearer, nearer my God to Thee" 
 
 Nearer the golden street. 
 
 And so I sit in the gloaming. 
 
 And in vision I try to see 
 
 The form that I loved and the Home so fair, 
 
 Where united we soon shall be. 
 
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 0, ye Christian men and women, ( 
 Onward to the fray, 
 
 Join this mighty Christian army, , 
 
 In this evil day, 'y^ ■ 
 
 Keep your lamps well trimmed and burning, - ■ 
 
 Sending forth their light — 
 
 This your motto. Heaven will help you, 
 
 "Home and truth and right." ' 
 
 What have ye to fear or trouble? 
 
 Tho' the foe be strong. 
 
 Numerous as the leaves of autumn 
 
 That bestrew the ground. 
 
 Ever turn your eyes toward Heaven, 
 
 See the Angels 'round. 
 
 Holding high the Cross of Jesus, 
 
 And a glory crown. 
 
 Into homes of sin and misery. 
 
 Into dens of crime. 
 
 Carry high your royal banner, 
 
 Let your bright light shine. 
 
 Fear not courts or judge or jury. 
 
 Fearless onward move. 
 
 Keep your motto e'er before you — 
 
 ■'Home and truth and love." 
 
 Let not gold nor fame nor glory 
 
 Lead you to do wrong; 
 
 Let the love of those who love you, xZ.,,- 
 
 Keep you ever strong. 
 
 E'er resist the false and erring. 
 
 Help the faint and weak; 
 
 Holding high the Cross of Jesus, 
 
 And His favor seek. 
 
 Foes may sit in lofty places. 
 
 Yea may rule the land. 
 
 Without justice, right or honor. 
 
 With a cruel hand. 
 
 I am King, and Lord and Shepherd, 
 
 In my power ye move, 
 
 Keep your motto right before you — 
 
 "Home and truth and love." 
 
 See! the foe is now advancing, 
 Hear them cry — they fall! 
 
 1, the Lord, am great and mighty. 
 
 Ruler over all. : .^ 
 
 As ye serve, believe and trust me. 
 
 Shall ye live and move; 
 
 Keep your motto e'er before you — 
 
 "Home and truth and love." 
 

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 They tell me a story that is very sweet, 
 The story of the Kingdom of Love, 
 Where together we all some day shall meet, 
 To rejoice in the Kingdom of Love. 
 Loved ones only gone before, 
 Lingering on the other shore; 
 Waiting until He calls us o'er. 
 To rest in the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Weary, though the way has been 
 In the Kingdom of Love, 
 Free from pain, as free from sin, 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 Here we walk in deep despair, 
 Here we're full of doubt and care; 
 He will make all things clear, 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Here we're wrong but there we're right, 
 
 In the Kingdom of Love 
 
 There 'tis day but here 'tis night. 
 
 Welcome the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Out of darkness into light. 
 
 Out of wrong into right. 
 
 Out of sin into the sight 
 
 Of the King, of that Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Only gone awhile before, 
 To that Kingdom of Love, 
 Mothers, Brothers, Sisters dear. 
 To that Kingdom of Love. 
 They are watching o'er us here. 
 Know our griefs and see each tear. 
 Watching us without a fear. 
 In that Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Walking by the River of Light, 
 In the Kingdom of Love, 
 Treading streets with crystals bright. 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 Singing songs most sweet and rare. 
 Breathing in the Heavenly air. 
 Dwelling in Mansions ever fair. 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 
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 The sea was calm, the night was mild, 
 And earth and Heaven seemed reconciled: 
 The ship it rises and it dips 
 With the blue crystal at its lips. 
 
 0, mighty thing of man's device, 
 
 Thou seemeth almost a thing of life; 
 
 0, mighty men are they, thy crew. 
 
 And mighty things are said of you, 
 
 Your masts tower high towards Heaven's gates, 
 
 Your hull dips lov/ in stately state 
 
 Over the crest you swiftly glide. 
 
 Defying ice and waves and tide. 
 
 Thy lights far o'er the waters shine, 
 
 The air is perfect, the scene divine. 
 
 Some of thy crew are still awake, 
 And of the wine they freely take. 
 Their nerves unstrung, their minds distrait, 
 They fear no ill and heed no fate. 
 Others in peaceful slumber lie 
 Unconscious that tonight they die; 
 Beware! there's danger before the dawn. 
 The indestructible will sink, begone; 
 Deep in a watery grave she'll lie. 
 And hundreds with her sink and die. 
 
 A mighty crash, it strikes her side, 
 And the Great Titantic opens wide; 
 Behold! a stunned and startled crew 
 Rush for life boats, there are but few; 
 The women first — they must be saved. 
 The men, they seek a watery grave; 
 A tender kiss, a fond embrace. 
 They turn and meet Death, face to face. 
 
 Above them is the starry sky, 
 
 And all around on every side. 
 
 Nothing but ice and rushing tide. 
 
 No refuge, no help — "Oh, Christ draw nigh, 
 
 Hear this, our last and helpless cry, 
 
 Savior, Pilot of the Sea 
 
 Will Thou our chart and compass be. 
 
 And guide us safe through Death's dark maze. 
 
 Our sins forgive, our poor souls save?" 
 
 Bravery and heroism as ne'er was known, 
 They gave their life, not for their own 
 But for the stranger, friend or foe. 
 And faced cold Death, their struggle o'er. 
 Shall such deeds of love e'er be forgot? 
 No, no, but on some green and quiet spot 
 We'll rear a monument, inscribe each name, 
 "They died for love and not for fame. 
 These are our Dead, the Nation's own. 
 They passed from Earth to Heaven's Throne." 
 
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 Far back in the days of my Childhood, 
 
 Far back as my memory can go, 
 
 I remember my Mother telling me, in the days of long ago, 
 
 The story of Jesus, the Savior, the new-born Babe and King, 
 
 And the Pardon, Peace and Mercy, His death and suffering did bring. 
 
 She told me Life was a battle and the foe against me was strong. 
 She told me the conflict was fierce, and as long as life was long; 
 Then she sang me the Sweet, Sweet Story, ever old but yet so new. 
 And I have never, no never forgotten it, because I felt it was true. 
 But she told me Christ was the Captain, that would lead against the foe. 
 And in every one of life's conflicts, to Him in prayer I must go, 
 And then in the twilight golden, in a voice so soft and mild, 
 My Mother asked our Father to bless and keep her Child. 
 
 Many, many years have flown, and my steps are feeble and slow. 
 And my life has indeed been a conflict, full of anguish, sorrow and woe, 
 And when the battle was waging, and the foe against me was strong, 
 I have heard in soft sweet accents, the words of my Mother's songs, 
 I have seen her in my visions, I have heard those sweet, sad strains. 
 And I forgot all my sorrow, and for awhile was a child again. 
 
 What care I though the storm is raging. 
 What care I, that the billows roar. 
 That the journey is almost o'er. 
 That I am nearing the Golden Shore, 
 For the prayers of that Mother in childhood. 
 Have reached the Father's ear. 
 And saved me from the breakers, 
 And the storms and billows here. 
 And safe in the Kingdom of Glory, 
 Redeemed by the Lamb that was slain, 
 I shall sing with my Mother in Glory, 
 Halleluyah to His Name. 
 
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 One more gone to rest, 
 
 One more fallen asleep, 
 
 Another head on the Savior's breast. 
 
 Lying there to rest— not to weep. 
 
 Death, the unwelcomed guest. 
 
 Came to us without warning, :^' 
 
 Calling from our home — the purest, best, ^ 
 
 The one we deemed most charming. '^^ 
 
 There stands the vacant chair, 
 
 The sight even gives us pain, ,^=0^ 
 
 We moan, deplore our loss, y^ 
 
 But to Him 'tis Eternal gain. 
 
 His voice is silent and still. 
 His form lies quiet in rest, 
 \ The snow flakes falling on his grave 
 
 Will never him molest. rfi- 
 
 Loved, though departed spirit. 
 Visit us in dreams — 
 Whispering of beautiful visions. 
 Yet by us unseen. 
 
 Tell us of our Heavenly Father, 
 
 Of Angels bright and fair. 
 
 Of beautiful Mansions, crowns of glory 
 
 Worn by the Saints "Up There." 
 
 When life's dream is over. 
 When every duty is done. 
 When we lay down our cross 
 To accept a Crown. 
 
 Will your dear face welcome us 
 When we enter the portals fair. 
 That beautiful and restful home. 
 In the Kingdom "Over There"? 
 
'We called her Little Dew-Drop 
 
Just as the summer was ending, 
 
 Just as the Fall began, 
 After some hours of suffering. 
 
 Full of anguish and pain; 
 Into our home came sunlight 
 
 In the form of a Baby fair, 
 The sweetest, brightest sunlight 
 
 That ever gladdened us here. 
 
 We called her "Little Dew-Drop," 
 
 For on her brow so fair, 
 It seemed that the dews of Heaven 
 
 Still nestled in her hair. 
 Her little hands were dimpled. 
 
 Her rosy cheeks and chin, 
 And we knew that the purity of Heaven 
 Dwelt in the soul within. 
 
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 As I was walking down the street. 
 With my very tight shoes on my great big feet, 
 0, who do you think I happened to meet? 
 It was the girl I used to love. 
 
 She looked so sweet, was dressed so neat. 
 She had such little bit of feet. 
 It made my heart almost cease to beat, 
 When I saw the girl that I used to love. 
 
 I thought I would like to be her beau again. 
 Although she'd broken my heart in twain, 
 I was willing to try it over again 
 With this girl that I used to love. 
 
 I heard that her father had just struck "ile" 
 And that he owned the land around for a mile, 
 So I began to bow and smile 
 On this girl that I used to love. 
 
 But she soon showed me it wouldn't go, 
 The fellow that got her must have plenty dough. 
 And that's what they're after, oh you know. 
 From this girl that I used to love. 
 
 There's fish in the sea, good as any caught, 
 At least that is what I have always thought. 
 But this girl has me, a lesson taught. 
 This girl that I used to love. 
 
 "One bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," 
 If you live long enough you'll find it the truth; 
 So I'll bid you farewell my dandy youth. 
 Said the girl that I used to love. 
 
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 Two little eyes as blue as the skies, 
 Every morning a glad surprise; 
 Following me around all through the day, 
 While I work, and as they play. 
 
 Two little lips so sweet to kiss. 
 Oh! how they fill my heart with bliss; 
 Four Uttle feet, they must not stray. 
 But be guided into the narrow way. 
 
 Two little minds to be trained by me, 
 Not only for this life, but Eternity, 
 God, grant me wisdom — my Helper be. 
 For this noble task Ke has given me. 
 
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 The day is drawing to its close, 
 'lis almost time for night's repose, 
 I'm wearied with my dolls and play, 
 I'm glad to hear my Mother say: 
 "Come, Baby Dear, don gown and cap, 
 It's time to take your evening nap." 
 
 So, nestled in her arms so tight, 
 I feel secure, although 'tis night 
 And darkness gathers all around. 
 And all is still, there's not a sound 
 But Mother's voice, so soft, so sweet. 
 Singing her Baby Girl to sleep. 
 
 And nestled there secure from harm, J^^ 
 
 I'm free from fear in Mother's arm; ^ir>. 
 
 No safer place I e'er have known, ^- 
 
 Though that blest time has long since gone, v^. 
 
 Her kiss upon my head, my brow, iv^^" 
 
 I feel its magic until this hour. -'Ij^^ 
 
 Then kneeling down by baby's bed, ^/r. 
 
 Her hands upUfted o'er my head. 
 
 She'd ask that Angels 'round might keep 
 
 A watchful care, while Baby would sleep, _ 
 
 That through each day they e'er might stay. 
 
 To watch her steps, lest they should stray. 
 
 How oft I grieved thee. Mother dear, r. 
 
 How oft I filled your heart with fear S'. 
 
 That I in waywardness might stray 
 
 Into the broad and wicked way; 
 
 Then from her closet I'd hear a prayer, v- 
 
 Float out upon the evening air. 
 
 Your prayers were answered long ago, 
 
 I found the way you'd have me go, 
 
 You've been of life the better part. 
 
 Your face is engraven upon my heart, 
 
 Your voice comes back from the far off shore, 
 
 I'm going to sleep in your arms once more. 
 
 But the scene has changed, I'm a Mother tonight, 
 
 And I hold in my arms so close, so tight 
 
 A little form much like my own 
 
 When I was a Babe in the days that have flown, 
 
 I bow my head, I fain would weep. 
 
 While I rock my Baby Girl to sleep. 
 
 Oh! who can fathom a Mother's power. 
 It lasts for all time, and not for an hour; 
 It climbs clear up the mountain steep. 
 It reaches over the briny deep; 
 Her spirit comes back — a watch to keep. 
 While I rock my Baby Girl to sleep. 
 
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 You deemed me a simple maiden. 
 
 Not used to the ways of the world, 
 
 Unused to society manners. 
 
 Not in the Society whirl; 
 
 That I would welcome your attentions, 
 
 Whatever they might be. 
 
 But you found out at last, my friend, 
 
 That you underated me. 
 
 I had heard that a Maiden of Fashion, 
 With money and houses and land, 
 Was trying to hold sway o'er you, 
 By her power— not of heart but of hand. 
 I had nothing to offer but pureness. 
 And the tenderness of my soul. 
 So I felt indeed I must be loser, 
 With so little against bonds and gold. 
 
 And when I saw you, my darling. 
 
 Ride by with her at your side, 
 
 My heart was aching, yea breaking, 
 
 But was held in check by pride; 
 
 But I knew in the depths of your soul 
 
 That your heart throbbed alone for me. 
 
 And I prayed God above in mercy and love. 
 
 To keep you noble, true and free. 
 
 I used all my arts to charm you, 
 
 I spoke very soft and low, 
 
 I blushed when you spoke of love, 
 
 I sighed when you had to go; 
 
 But that which was in my heart, Love. 
 
 You will never know or see 
 
 Until you've claimed me before the world, 
 
 As the one dearest to thee. 
 
 So, while you wait and ponder, 
 
 I wonder which it shall be 
 
 You love best — this maiden of splendor. 
 
 Or me, yes, only me? 
 
 I kneel when the shadows are falling, 
 
 Kneel at my bed and pray. 
 
 That our Heavenly Father that knoweth best, 
 
 Will guide us both each day. 
 
 Oh! will you be strong and brave Love, 
 
 Able to resist her gold? 
 
 Oh! will you be strong and true Love, 
 
 True to the story you told? 
 
 Or will wealth, power and fashion 
 
 Sunder me and thee? 
 
 So I only wait in faith Love, 
 
 For the answer thou givest me. 
 
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 Oh, I've been back to the Old Home, 
 The house where I was born; 
 
 I love each nook and corner, ^^ 
 
 Yea, every rock and stcne. ^'■ 
 
 The Darlings that I left behind, V 
 
 How dear they were to me — ^.; 
 
 The ones that now are living, 
 Or those that crossed the sea. 
 
 I've lingered in the graveyard, 
 
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 With aching, longing heart 
 
 And prayerful, drooping head. '^ 
 
 And I hope to lie beside them, i^^ 
 
 When life's restless dream is o'er, 
 
 And that they will greet me first. 
 
 When I reach the other Shore. 
 
 I've met some of my girl friends tg- 
 
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 That I loved in years long passed, 
 
 I've felt their arms about me. 
 
 By them, been tightly clasped. i^V 
 
 I never can forget them, -f;',' 
 
 Nor love them any less, '-'"^7 
 
 Though I never more shall meet them i^" 
 
 Until I find Sweet Peace. ^-''^ 
 
 So, we've buried all the bygones, '^ 
 
 All doubts, and faults, and pain, %, , 
 
 And whisper as I leave them, n 
 
 "God bless you 'til we meet again. 
 That not one shall there be missing" 
 Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
 Until we reach our Heaven, 
 The land so bright and fair. 
 
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 I have been sitting on Mother's dresser, 
 Since the day you went away, 
 Waiting for some one to feed me 
 V/ith a piece of coin each day. 
 I would grunt when it was a large one, 
 I would squeal when it was small, 
 And I would make a terrible noise 
 Until some one answered my call. 
 So nov/ your birthday is coming, 
 I am full from head to tail, 
 They're putting main a httle box. 
 And sending me to you by mail. 
 Each coin bears a tender message 
 To the loved one so far away. 
 For they think of you thru sunny hours 
 And at night, when they kneel to pray. 
 They have missed your soulful music, 
 They have missed your sunny smile, 
 They have missed you in the evening— 
 They have missed you ail the while; 
 And oft when at eve they had gathered, 
 After the cares and toils of the day 
 To sing their songs and play their games. 
 And while dull time away; 
 They would pause awhile and listen 
 To the rumbling of the train. 
 As it came tearing o'er the track. 
 Through the mire, the mist and rain. 
 And they'd say, "When winter is over, 
 And the cold, dark days are past. 
 With the joyous, happy springtime, 
 God willing— she'll come at last." 
 
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 I'll sweep my parlor so very nice and clean. 
 
 ni rearrange the curtains and readjust the screen, 
 
 ril build my fire most carefully and make it burn so bright, 
 
 And I will tell you a secret-my Lover comes tonight. 
 
 I've done my hair in papers, and hope it will curl well. 
 
 I'm going to wear my new white suit, 
 
 I think I will look swell. , u -^k* 
 
 I'll wear my sweetest smile and appear witty and bright. 
 
 And I surely will feel happy when my Lover comes tomght. 
 
 I'll tell him of my other beaux- 
 Ernst Curtis and Willie Brown, 
 
 And of my deUghtful auto ride 
 
 All over Lexington, with that dandy Douglas Reeves 
 
 If you want a man to love you just make him once believe 
 
 That you have at least a dozen beaux 
 
 A-tugging at your sleeves. 
 
 I think he'll surely tell me 
 
 Of his faithful love tonight; 
 
 I think i have him to the sticking point— 
 
 I'll surely hold him tight 
 
 Until I get the wedding ring and we have named the day, 
 
 And he has asked dear Ma and Pa to give their child away 
 
 Into his precious keeping, into his tender care. 
 
 And father will surely answer "Yes," 
 
 And bless us with a prayer. 
 
 Oh dear! I feel so nervous, I shake from head to feet, 
 
 I can hardly dress myself or make myself look neat; 
 
 I tell you 'tis a serious thing and 'twill put your thots to flight 
 
 When a fellow's going to ask a girl to be his wife that night 
 
 I feel like I could kill those boys, Ernst Curtis and Willie Brown 
 
 And there'll be something doing. 
 
 If I find them hanging 'round. 
 
 I wonder what she'll do and say, 
 
 If she will hear my earnest plea. 
 
 Oh dear, I feel as shaky as a thief up an apple tree. 
 
 I do hope she will help me and kind-a smooth the way. 
 
 But then she is so timid, has hardly anything to say, 
 
 Oh dear I wish 'twas over with and 'twas the wedding day- 
 
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 We've met beneath these stately trees, 
 We'll enjoy the sunlight, and drink in the breeze. 
 We'll greet each other as Sister, as Brother, 
 And speak of our joys and hopes together. 
 
 We'll speak of the blessings we've daily received. 
 Those for our happiness, those for our needs; 
 We will speak of the heathen in far, distant lands. 
 Who with eager eyes and out-stretched hands 
 Plead with us earnestly, from out of our store. 
 To give to their helpless, to give to their poor. 
 We'll speak of His love, so boundless, so free, 
 As high as the Heavens, as deep as the sea. 
 The love of our Savior, Brother and Friend, 
 That hath no beginning, that knoweth no end. 
 And then as the parting hour draws nigh, 
 And we bid adieu with a smile or a sigh, 
 We will thank our kind and loving Brother 
 For this happy day we've spent together. 
 
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 I am listening to sweet music, 
 As it floats upon the evening air, 
 Now loud — now soft and gracefully. 
 There seems fairies everywhere. 
 
 Some strains so tender, so soft and sweet, 
 They fill my heart with pain, 
 And bring back scenes of the Dead Past 
 I fain would not see again. 
 
 A waltz — I live again tonight 
 In a dream of Long Ago, 
 As in my arms you were clasped, 
 Gliding — now fast, now slow. 
 
 You're whispering as I hold you tight 
 Sweet words I longed to hear, 
 That made my heart beat very fast. 
 With doubt, then hope, and fear. 
 
 Ah! would we pause and weigh the words 
 Of love — oft lightly spoken — 
 That filled some heart with hope and joy. 
 False vows — soon to be broken. 
 
 A life that once pulsed high with glee. 
 That knew no shade of sorrow. 
 That trusted with unflinching faith 
 The promises made for the morrow. 
 
 But made to break — to give them pain — 
 In heedlessness, but given. 
 That robbed them of their joy on earth, 
 Perhaps, their hopes of Heaven. 
 
 Again, I hear a funeral dirge. 
 It haunts my soul tonight. 
 And in a vision, I see a face, 
 Once so gloriously bright. 
 
 Dead, with hands clasped on her breast. 
 And lips and eyes closed tight. 
 And all that once was hfe and hope. 
 Has passed to death's dark night. 
 
 Come back! Come back! I cry in vain — 
 No answer to my despair; 
 I try to clasp the form I see, 
 'Tis naught but empty air. 
 
 Come back! Come back! I love you still. 
 True as my hopes of Heaven, 
 I see a smile on her dear face. 
 It speaketh "Peace," I am forgiven. 
 
Written to Mrs. Wm. McKinley 
 
 The year is drawing to it's close, and the ending is very drear, 
 
 For it dawned so beautiful and bright 
 
 At the beginning of the year. 
 
 But you were with me then, my love, 
 
 As tender, as loving, as true. 
 
 As when in the brightness of youth, ray love, 
 
 I gave myself to you. 
 
 God blessed us wonderfully, my love. 
 
 With a faith lasting and true. 
 
 As when in the far, far past, 
 
 I gave myself to you. 
 
 All honors that a wife could wish or hope, 
 
 To you the world has given, 
 
 And so great hath been our happiness. 
 
 It seemed a foretaste of Heaven. 
 
 But sudden and swift, Oh, dreadful day. 
 
 That filled my life with pain, 
 
 V/hen the eyes were closed and the hands were crossed. 
 
 And the voice ne'er spoke again. 
 
 No more to hear you sing, my love. 
 
 In murmurs soft and sweet, 
 
 "Nearer, nearer my God to Thee" 
 
 Nearer the golden street. 
 
 And so I sit in the gloaming, 
 
 And in vision I try to see 
 
 The form that I loved and the Home so fair, 
 
 Where united we soon shall be. 
 

 0, ye Christian men and women, 
 Onward to the fray, 
 
 Join this mighty Cliristian army, 
 
 In this evil day. 
 
 Keep your lamps well trimmed and burning, 
 
 Sending forth their light — 
 
 This your motto, Heaven will help you, 
 
 "Home and truth and right." 
 
 What have ye to fear or trouble? 
 
 Tho' the foe be strong, 
 
 Numerous as the leaves of autumn 
 
 That bestrew the ground. 
 
 Ever turn your eyes toward Heaven, 
 
 See the Angels 'round. 
 
 Holding high the Cross of Jesus, 
 
 And a glory crown. 
 
 Into homes of sin and misery, 
 
 Into dens of crime, 
 
 Carry high your royal banner, 
 
 Let your bright light shine. 
 
 Fear not courts or judge or jury. 
 
 Fearless onward move, 
 
 Keep your motto e'er before you — 
 
 ■'Home and truth and love." 
 
 Let not gold nor fame nor glory 
 
 Lead you to do wrong; 
 
 Let the love of those who love you. 
 
 Keep you ever strong. 
 
 E'er resist the false and erring. 
 
 Help the faint and weak; 
 
 Holding high the Cross of Jesus, 
 
 And His favor seek. 
 
 Foes may sit in lofty places. 
 
 Yea may rule the land. 
 
 Without justice, right or honor, 
 
 With a cruel hand. 
 
 I am King, and Lord and Shepherd, 
 
 In my power ye move. 
 
 Keep your motto right before you — 
 
 "Home and truth and love." 
 
 See! the foe is now advancing, 
 Hear them cry — they fall! 
 
 1, the Lord, am great and mighty, 
 Ruler over all. 
 
 As ye serve, believe and trust me, 
 Shall ye live and move; 
 Keep your motto e'er before you — 
 "Home and truth and love." 
 
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 They tell me a story that is very sweet, 
 The story of the Kingdom of Love, 
 Where together we all some day shall meet, 
 To rejoice in the Kingdom of Love. 
 Loved ones only gone before, 
 Lingering on the other shore; 
 Waiting until He calls us o'er, 
 To rest in the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Weary, though the way has been 
 In the Kingdom of Love, 
 Free from pain, as free from sin. 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 Here we walk in deep despair. 
 Here we're full of doubt and care; 
 He will make all things clear. 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Here we're wrong but there we're right, 
 
 In the Kingdom of Love 
 
 There 'tis day but here 'tis night. 
 
 Welcome the Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Out of darkness into light, 
 
 Out of wrong into right. 
 
 Out of sin into the sight 
 
 Of the King, of that Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Only gone awhile before. 
 To that Kingdom of Love, 
 Mothers, Brothers, Sisters dear, 
 To that Kingdom of Love. 
 They are watching o'er us here. 
 Know our griefs and see each tear, 
 Watching us without a fear. 
 In that Kingdom of Love. 
 
 Walking by the River of Light, 
 In the Kingdom of Love, 
 Treading streets with crystals bright, 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 Singing songs most sweet and rare. 
 Breathing in the Heavenly air, 
 Dwelling in Mansions ever fair. 
 In the Kingdom of Love. 
 
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 The sea was calm, the night was mild, 
 And earth and Heaven seemed reconciled: 
 The ship it rises and it dips 
 With the blue crystal at its lips. 
 
 0, mighty thing of man's device, 
 
 Thou seemeth almost a thing of life; 
 
 0, mighty men are they, thy crew, 
 
 And mighty things are said of you, 
 
 Your masts tower high towards Heaven's gates, 
 
 Your hull dips low in stately state 
 
 Over the crest you swiftly glide, 
 
 Defying ice and waves and tide, 
 
 Thy lights far o'er the waters shine, 
 
 The air is perfect, the scene divine. 
 
 Some of thy crew are still awake. 
 And of the wine they freely take, 
 Their nerves unstrung, their minds distrait, 
 They fear no ill and heed no fate. 
 Others in peaceful slumber lie 
 Unconscious that tonight they die; 
 Beware! there's danger before the dawn, 
 The indestructible will sink, begone; 
 Deep in a watery grave she'll lie. 
 And hundreds with her sink and die. 
 
 A mighty crash, it strikes her side, 
 And the Great Titantic opens wide; 
 Behold! a stunned and startled crew 
 Rush for life boats, there are but few; 
 The women first — they must be saved, 
 The men, they seek a watery grave; 
 A tender kiss, a fond embrace, 
 They turn and meet Death, face to face. 
 
 Above them is the starry sky, 
 
 And all around on every side. 
 
 Nothing but ice and rushing tide. 
 
 No refuge, no help — "Oh, Christ draw nigh. 
 
 Hear this, our last and helpless cry. 
 
 Savior, Pilot of the Sea 
 
 Will Thou our chart and compass be, 
 
 And guide us safe through Death's dark maze. 
 
 Our sins forgive, our poor souls save?" 
 
 Bravery and heroism as ne'er was known. 
 
 They gave their life, not for their own 
 
 But for the stranger, friend or foe. 
 
 And faced cold Death, their struggle o'er. 
 
 Shall such deeds of love e'er be forgot? 
 
 No, no, but on some green and quiet spot 
 
 We'll rear a monument, inscribe each name, 
 
 "They died for love and not for fame. 
 
 These are our Dead, the Nation's own, 
 
 They passed from Earth to Heaven's 'Throne." 
 
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 A message received from a Friend, far away, 
 Informs me you're to be wedded at some early day 
 To a lady of wealth in lands and gold, 
 (The amount of that v/ealth I have never been told). 
 That unasked, she proffered you this tempting bate 
 For yourself, your honor, and your high estate — 
 Leaving out of the question: (she had first wed for love, 
 But now, she was looking for something above, 
 Gold or love?) the thing of the hour 
 With her was ambition, glorv and power. 
 
 I think, my Friend, 'twould be well should you wed, 
 
 If you're guided by your heart instead of your head; 
 
 It is not well for man to be living alone, 
 
 Living without love, living without home; 
 
 But in affairs like this, the head has no part. 
 
 It is simply the impulse of soul and of heart. 
 
 To be sure there is no other, perhaps with less gold, 
 
 But a wealth of love and virtues untold. 
 
 That has stirred your soul and aroused within 
 
 A desire to be nobler and freer from sin. 
 
 The mission of woman, her glory I say. 
 
 Is to lead men to do better and teach them to pray. 
 
 Who needs such a woman more than you at this hour? 
 
 Surrounded by wealth, temptation and power. 
 
 To help and to guide you by her gentle sway. 
 
 That your feet may not falter, or stumble, or stray. 
 
 Some time in the past, you told me you'd met 
 A woman who had stirred your heart's very depth, 
 A woman unknown to fashion or fame. 
 But with genious, ambition and unspotted name; 
 The glance of whose eye and whose gentle smile 
 Made you forget self and all else for awhile. 
 And ch, how you yearned to be no longer alone, 
 But to have once again, a wife and a home. 
 
 Wealth carries with it a wonderful power. 
 
 And it holds one entangled, perhaps, more than an hour. 
 
 But the glitter's soon gone and leaves us to moan 
 
 For things that are passed, for hopes that have flown. 
 
 One of the saddest things I have ever seen 
 
 Is one longing for things that might have been; 
 
 So be true to thyself, the poet hath said. 
 
 Be guided by thy soul instead of thy head. 
 
 And then it will follow as night doth the day, 
 
 Thy hours shall be sunny and bright all the way, 
 
 I have said this in kindness and I hope you will feel. 
 
 That you have my best wishes. 
 
 Your friend, 
 
 LUCILE. 
 
A Child of a King, a Child of a King, 
 
 This is the message I fain would bring — 
 
 That He hath called us and given us a part, 
 
 To cheer the weary, and faint of heart, 
 
 In His field of labor where the harvesters are few. 
 
 He Is calling for me, He is calling for you. 
 
 Go speak to some sister who is discouraged and weak, 
 
 From the day's hard toil and the dust of the street; 
 
 All day she has labored the pay hath been small, 
 
 Not sufficient to answer necessitys' call; 
 
 Night's shadows are falling, she longs for a home. 
 
 Where love, peace and plenty are smiling around. 
 
 But the thoughts of her home makes her shudder and shrink. 
 
 And pause for a while at the dark waters brink; 
 
 Go speak to her kindly of Heavenly things. 
 
 She's a Child of a King, A Child of a King. 
 
 Another poor wanderer, from Mother and Home, 
 
 All she held near and dear long since gone. 
 
 Poverty hath robbed her of beauty and grace. 
 
 Only crime and wrong, inscribed on her face. 
 
 You know not the burdens that she's had to bear. 
 
 You know not the cause of her fall and despair. 
 
 Perhaps a sweet smile, a kind word of cheer. 
 
 Things she is unused to, that she seldom hears 
 
 Will soften her heart and bring forth a tear, 
 
 And save her from sin and further despair. 
 
 You may shrink from her, loathe her, call her foul thing. 
 
 But she's a Child of a King, a Child of a King. 
 
 Go speak to some sister that sickness has laid low, 
 Only pain and suffering her lot here below. 
 Go take her some flowers, a book, it may cheer. 
 And make the day brighter, and help her to bear 
 The burdens of life, she hath more than her share. 
 And you have many blessings, yea, some you can spare. 
 And then when you have won her faith and her love. 
 Tell her of that Peace that comes from above, 
 And whisper the message that you came to bring. 
 You're a Child of a King, a Child of a King, 
 
Go then to the place where the windows are barred. 
 And the face of the inmates all scarred and marred, 
 From the life of crime and guilt they have led, 
 A Hfe from which all joy and hope hath fled; 
 A life perhaps once as bright as thine, 
 But oh, how darkened by sin and crime; 
 A life you may change, a soul you may save. 
 From the Hell of destruction, after the grave. 
 Yes, tell her your message it may some hope bring. 
 To this Child of a King, this Child of a King. 
 
 The shutters are closed, there's crape on the door, 
 
 And a voice is silent, yea, stilled ever more. 
 
 And over the bier a Mother bends low, 
 
 'lis her child, she loved her, though wayward you know. 
 
 She took her own life, oh, the grief and despair. 
 
 Of that Mother as she kisses the lips and the hair 
 
 Of this child which she loved and from which she must part, 
 
 Who robbed her of peace and has broken her heart; 
 
 You know a solace that will banish the pain, 
 
 You know a power that will cleanse every stain, 
 
 Go whisper your message and then to her sing, 
 
 You're a Child of a King, a Child of a King. 
 
 I am so glad that when Jesus was here among men. 
 
 He was to Mary and Martha always a friend; 
 
 To the woman at the well He lovingly spake, 
 
 And bade her do better, her sins forsake. 
 
 'Twas a woman that wiped His feet with her hair, 
 
 'Twas a woman that stood at the Cross in despair, 
 
 'Twas a woman at the sepulchre at early dawn. 
 
 Mourning that her Savior and Lord was gone. 
 
 So I wonder if any need ever despair. 
 
 When we're His chosen and under His care. 
 
 For you know when Jesus was here among men — 
 
 You've read the story again and again — 
 
 He strengthened the weak, the hungry He fed. 
 
 He healed the leper and raised the dead. 
 
 And when the woman with sin and shame 
 
 Knelt at His feet. He called her by name. 
 
 And He said to the crowd, as she stood there alone, 
 
 "He that is without sin, let him cast the first stone." 
 
 The crowd rebuked, moved on towards home. 
 
 And Jesus and the woman were left standing alone. 
 
DEC 10 1^513 
 
 Retrospection 
 
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 HE twilight hours between the closing of the old year and 
 the dawning of the new, is a most appropriate time for 
 reflection and retrospection. We cannot let the year drift 
 out of our lives without reflecting upon many incidents that 
 made up those months, whether they brought happiness or grief. 
 
 If it has been a year of prosperity and happiness, it will carry 
 its sunshine into the year to come and buoy us with hope and 
 ambition for the future. 
 
 With some, so bright was the past, so fraught with temporal 
 blessings that they forgot for the time-being that these blessings 
 were the gifts of the Divine Father, and that for these blessings, 
 these talents given, we shall be called to render a strict account. 
 
 Have you received sunshine? Have you dispensed sunshine? 
 Have you received bountifully of the necessities and luxuries of 
 life? Have you given liberally of your store? Has your heart 
 been warmed and your life brightened by the love of kindred and 
 friends? If so, have you been generous with the warm im.pulses 
 of your heart towards those less fortunate than yourself? 
 
 Blessings are not gifts to be received and forgotten; they are 
 sometimes a curse, because basking in continual happiness and 
 prosperity we forget that there is more of hfe to live; there is 
 also a death to die, and these blessings Vi^ere bestowed upon us 
 to enable us to lay up treasures, "Where moth doth not corrupt, 
 nor thieves break through and steal." 
 
 It may be, the year has been frought with sorrows and griefs 
 of various kinds — want, disgrace, broken homes, suffering and 
 death — but God grant that these woes have been blessings in 
 disguise. 
 
 If it was want, has it led us to the Good Shepherd, wholcadeth 
 beside still waters, into green pastures and provideth a table 
 for His own. Has it been disgrace? Remember what He has 
 said: "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." If broken 
 homes, it is in His hands we can safely trust our loved ones. 
 And if it has been suffering and death, has it drawn us closer to 
 Him, who never smites without a purpose, and Vv'ho by these dark 
 shadows in our earthly lives, is endeavoring to draw us closer to 
 Him and nearer to an Eternal inheritance, which He hath in store 
 for those bowing the head in meekness, exclaiming, "Thy will, not 
 mine, be done." 
 
 Drifting out of the Old Year, 
 
 Drifting into the New; 
 
 Drifting where? I cannot tell 
 
 Where it leadeth nie and you, 
 
 But safely into His keeping, 
 
 Who has kept nie in the past, 
 
 And may I never doubt His love, 
 
 As long as life shall last. 
 
 So dark the way, 1 may not see 
 
 A glimmer of His face, 
 
 But this I know, He has promised me 
 
 Hia ail-sufticient Grace. 
 
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