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Moods 
 
 AND 
 
 Melodies 
 
 BY 
 
 W. C. LEET, M. D. 
 
 BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 
 
 835 Broadway 
 New York 
 

 Copyright, 1915 
 
 BY 
 
 W. C Leet, M. D. 
 
 OCT 29 1915 
 
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THE AUTHOR TO HIS READERS. 
 
 It is with a great deal of trepidation that I pre- 
 sent my little book to you. But I trust I may 
 receive the sympathetic throb of Christian hearts, 
 and not their unkind criticism, when my reasons 
 for writing the work are fully known. 
 
 After administering, for nearly forty years, to 
 the bodily ills and infirmities of my fellow human 
 beings, and after my life-partner (who was the 
 light of my zvay) was taken from me, I retired 
 from the practice of medicine. Finding myself, 
 thus, without any definite employment, my mind 
 became restless, and in order to quiet that feeling 
 I began writing short poems. As I had quit giv- 
 ing tonics to bodies weakened by disease or sup- 
 plying soothing lotions for aching limbs I deter- 
 mined to minister to the social and spiritual needs 
 of humanity. To do something that would call 
 attention to the needs of the immortal part of our 
 nature — to point to the one and only Source of 
 true happiness and eternal vigor. 
 
 In my writing I have scrupulously avoided long, 
 mystical poems, almost entirely confining myself 
 to plain, simple subjects and plain simple words. 
 I can truthfully say that the majority of the pieces 
 are based on real facts. If in my effort I shall 
 succeed in giving any human being an uplift tow- 
 ards a better or a happier life, then I have ac- 
 complished the desire of my heart. 
 
 Sincerely yours, 
 
 W. C. LEET, M.D. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGET 
 
 Home 1 
 
 For an Album 2 
 
 For an Album 2 
 
 Home Made Sad by a Talebearer 2 
 
 For an Album 3 
 
 Cambridge Springs, Pa., in Summer 3 
 
 Winter at Cambridge Springs, Pa 4 
 
 Reflections 4 
 
 He and She 5 
 
 Lines Suggested by Clara May Howe 5 
 
 My Favorite Summer Resort 6* 
 
 To 6 
 
 Encouragement for a Young School Girl 7 
 
 For an Album 7 
 
 Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound 7 
 
 First Love 8 
 
 To My Young Friend, Mrs. Georgia M. M 8 
 
 Praise the Bible 10 
 
 An Appeal 10 
 
 The Sabbath 11 
 
 On Seeing My Wife Look Sad 11 
 
 After Looking at a Picture of a Friend 12 
 
 Christian Contentment 13 
 
 Condolence for Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Mc. 14 
 
 The Rich Young Man in the Gospels 14 
 
 Who? 16 
 
 On Presenting Colored Plates to Geo. A. D., M.D. 16 
 
 A Thought 17 
 
 Lines by Mrs. Leet 17 
 
 The Baby in the Hammock 17 
 
 Trust 18 
 
 To Miss Estella McKay 19 
 
 For the First Born of a Friend 21 
 
 Invocation 21 
 
 Bereavement 22 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 They Live ; 24 
 
 God's Goodness and Mercy 24 
 
 Thou Hast Gone 26 
 
 Only a Night 27. 
 
 Which Shall It Be? 38 
 
 Did You Ever 29 
 
 The Way of the World 30 
 
 Worldliness 31 
 
 Protection 33 
 
 To My Friend, Dr. A. C. Smith 33 
 
 Hedlands, California 35 
 
 Has Passed 36 
 
 Why Is It? 37 
 
 For an Album 38 
 
 On the Old Graveyard 38 
 
 Misgiving and Hope 40 
 
 Composed While Dreaming 40 
 
 A Call From Loved Ones 41 
 
 Go Work in My Vineyard 42 
 
 The Vision 43 
 
 Invitation 44 
 
 Things That Make Life Pleasant 45 
 
 On Receiving a Request for Money from the 
 
 Tract Society 46 
 
 Sad Remembrance 48 
 
 History in Verse 50 
 
 The Call 52 
 
 Christmas Reverie, 1909 53 
 
 San Diego Bay, California 54 
 
 The Joys of Boyhood 55 
 
 Thoughts in the Night 56 
 
 Hymn Number One 58 
 
 The Winter King 59 
 
 Trust in the King of Glory 60 
 
 What Is Life? 61 
 
 vi 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 To a Robin 63 
 
 The Passing of the Old Year 63 
 
 Be SiVLve 65 
 
 Fourteenth Marriage Anniversary Postponed 66 
 
 The Question 67 
 
 October 68 
 
 Cock-Robin and Hen-Robin 63 
 
 In God We Trust 70 
 
 Love 72 
 
 Before I Cross Over the Bar 73 
 
 The Alabaster Box and Love 74 
 
 Drifting 74 
 
 Repentance 75 
 
 Hoping 77 
 
 Why 78 
 
 The Yuletide, 1910 79 
 
 Cupid 80 
 
 Go Teach 81 
 
 The Bashful Lover 82 
 
 The Voice 83 
 
 Exceptions to a Sermon by Dr. W. H. T 84 
 
 Does She Think of Me? 86 
 
 To a Friend 87 
 
 Vote Right 89 
 
 Why Should We Strive? 91 
 
 It Stands Unchanged 92 
 
 The Vine 9o 
 
 Birthday Greeting 94 
 
 Faith Cures 95 
 
 Christmas, 1911 96 
 
 Ambition 97 
 
 Eloping 98 
 
 Joy Riding 100 
 
 Woman 101 
 
 She Wanted to Know. 102 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 Constancy 103 
 
 Sabbath, October 1st, 1911 104 
 
 Home, May 14th, 1911 105 
 
 The Tie That Binds 107 
 
 Perhaps a Blessing 108 
 
 November 13th, 1911 109 
 
 Children in Heaven 110 
 
 To Annie in Heaven Ill 
 
 The Pansy Ill 
 
 Psalm 101 Metred 113 
 
 The Change 114 
 
 Queen Quality Shoe 114 
 
 The Husband's Answer 116 
 
 March, 1913 117 
 
 The Cross 118 
 
 Sunshine 119 
 
 Only Thine 120 
 
 The Violet 121 
 
 Spring 122 
 
 Fidelity 123 
 
 Blaze Your Way 124 
 
 The Object of Love 125 
 
 A Pleasure 126 
 
 The Stream of Time 127 
 
 A Name 128 
 
 There's a Rose in My Garden for You 129 
 
 I Have Something to Tell You 130 
 
 God Is Love 131 
 
 Reflections on God's Mercy 132 
 
 Where Have You Labored To-day ? 133 
 
 O! Come 135 
 
 Lives Again 136 
 
 Darkness 137 
 
 What Is It? 137 
 
 A Thought 139 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 What Is the Use? 140 
 
 Titanic's Fatal Trip 141 
 
 Sabbath, January 5th, 1913 142 
 
 The Factory Girl. A Song 143 
 
 One by One. A Song 144 
 
 On the Wings of Love. A Song 145 
 
 Dedicated to Rev. Arthur M. Guttery 146 
 
 Unchanged 148 
 
 San Diego, Cahfornia, March 17, 1914 149 
 
 San Diego, Cahfornia, April, 1914 150 
 
 The Remedy for War 151 
 
 To Rest Awhile 153 
 
 IX 
 

 
 Moods 
 
 AND 
 
 Melodies 
 
 HOME 
 
 GIVE me but one glimpse of home — 
 Home as it was when I was young. 
 When with companions pure and free. 
 We played the buttercups among. 
 
 We wandered by the brooklet's side 
 
 To gather lilies where they grew, 
 
 Or chase the bee from out the flower 
 
 And catch the butterfly e'er it flew. 
 
 And when of sports our childish limbs 
 Grew weary and we longed for rest, 
 We homeward turned with longing hearts 
 To meet our mothers and be caressed. 
 
 And when the evening shadows grew 
 
 To darkness and the stars did peep 
 
 From out the firmament on high, 
 
 We sought repose and rest in sleep. 
 O give me back but one short day 
 Of childish thoughts and childish glee ; 
 Midst fields of home in summer-time 
 *Twill be an eden here for me. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
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 FOR AN ALBUM 
 
 ^OT for wealth or renown; 
 Not for my noble birth; 
 Not for my personal beauty — 
 But for my own true worth. 
 Remember me, 
 
 w. c. L. 
 
 FOR AN ALBUM 
 
 INCE on this spotless page. 
 To me you grant this space, 
 Of flattery may truth forbid 
 My pen one word shall trace. 
 May Heaven grant the prayer 
 I make for you this day. 
 May guardian angels ever drive 
 Your sorrows far away. 
 
 HOME MADE SAD BY A TALEBEARER 
 
 'HE devil made inroads today 
 
 On a heart that was happy and light. 
 And the touch of a talebearer's tongue 
 Has brought sorrow and gloom like a blight. 
 'Twas a friend ( ?) as is always the case ; 
 Such story in secret would tell 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Of a scheme that was purposely meant 
 
 To hurt you I know very well. 
 
 But mercy, don't say that I told you, 
 It would injure my business you know; 
 This injunction reveals to me plainly 
 Her story was hatched down below. 
 
 FOR AN ALBUM 
 
 ET truth be your motto, strive always to win 
 That which is pure and noble, shun all that 
 is sin. 
 
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 CAMBRIDGE SPRINGS, PA., IN SUMMER 
 September, 1902. 
 
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 LL come here to drink the water — 
 Father, mother, son and daughter ; 
 All is life, and joy, and fun — 
 Some seek the shade, some like the sun. 
 
 Here time amusement finds for all; 
 
 Some ride the wheel, some play at ball; 
 
 Shuffleboard, croquet and quoits 
 
 Give all a chance to show exploits. 
 Among this moving, living throng, 
 Is wit and wisdom, music, song ; 
 All seem by look or act to say : 
 Let's make this life a holliday. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 WINTER AT CAMBRIDGE SPRINGS, PA. 
 
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 'HE crowd is small, sedate, select, 
 Each for the other have respect. 
 And shut indoors by stormy weather, 
 In friendship's bonds are knit together. 
 But still with future days in view 
 Each have some useful work to do, 
 And hand and mind are both employed 
 To make this earthly life enjoyed. 
 
 And thus our days were spent together. 
 In winters cold and stormy weather. 
 And closer forged is friendship's tie 
 Until we have to say good-by. 
 
 REFLECTIONS 
 
 kUR youthful days pass swiftly by 
 And age comes creeping on ; 
 We seek for joys once highly prized. 
 But they like youth have gone. 
 How hard for us to realize 
 That time will never wait 
 For us to cherish what we love. 
 But moves with increased rate. 
 And years press years so swiftly on 
 Our minds are filled with gloom, 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 We cannot count life's fleeting hours 
 Between our birth and tomb. 
 
 HE AND SHE 
 
 HE : If you were I, and I were you. 
 
 What do you think I would have you 
 do? 
 He: If you were I, and I were you, 
 
 Tell me, I pray, what you'd have me do. 
 She: You in my arms I would fold like this. 
 And then I think I would steal a kiss. 
 
 (Lines suggested by some beautiful verses, 
 composed by Clara May Howe, of Nashville, 
 Tenn., and sent to her aunt, Mrs. Annie L. Leet.) 
 
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 'HE thoughts within you, little book. 
 Drop sweetness from above 
 
 Like nectar stilled by angel hands 
 
 And sent by heavenly love. 
 Write on, and may the heavenly muse. 
 Direct your every thought 
 To sing of Jesus and the life 
 Which He for sinners bought. 
 
 With precious all-prevailing blood. 
 
 When none to save was near. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 He left His home of light and love 
 Our fainting hearts to cheer. 
 
 Yes, sing of Jesus, heavenly lamb, 
 
 The light, the truth, the way 
 
 That leads from death and darkness here 
 
 To realms of endless day. 
 
 May heavenly grace direct your pen, 
 God help your every thought. 
 To raise the fallen, cheer the poor. 
 And you at last he brought 
 
 Into the fullness of the love. 
 
 The peace, the joy divine 
 
 Of Christ the judge. Who then shall say 
 
 My child these all are thine. 
 
 MY FAVORITE SUMMER RESORT 
 
 OME shady nook by a babbling brook 
 On the mountain wild and free. 
 With a line and a hook, my wife and a book. 
 Is a good-enough place for me. 
 
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 i^fKHE rose is called the queen of flowers 
 ^fcU By lovers of the arts. 
 But you are sweeter far, Lucy, 
 And I call you queen of hearts. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 ENCOURAGEMENT FOR A YOUNG 
 SCHOOL GIRL 
 
 TAY not, stay not, at point now gained, 
 In learning's pleasing fight. 
 But nerve the will and plume her wing 
 To reach some nobler height. 
 
 FOR AN ALBUM 
 
 >iJ|KlS friendship prompts you here to grant 
 
 ^iy A place to write my name. 
 May truth and honor here unite 
 To give you back the same. 
 O may these lines forever be 
 Attractive to your sight. 
 And on the tablets of your heart 
 My memory keep bright. 
 
 GRACE, 'TIS A CHARMING SOUND 
 
 t/^lKlS the grace of God so tender 
 ^y/ That guides His child aright 
 And restrains the tongue from gossip 
 That the heart or home would blight. 
 
 *Tis the grace of God so tender 
 
 That teaches ways of peace, 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
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 Where wrath, deceit or gossip reign 
 He causes all to cease. 
 
 'Tis the grace of God so tender 
 
 That fills the soul with love 
 
 For all mankind, and says go tell 
 
 iThat I am from above. 
 
 FIRST LOVE 
 
 [T is not on thy blushing cheek 
 I'd have the teardrop rest, 
 Or sorrow cause one throb of pain 
 Within thy gentle breast. 
 I'd have thy young unclouded brow 
 So pure, so bright and fair. 
 That time and change could never leave 
 One trace of sorrow there. 
 
 I'd ever have thy young face wear 
 The beauty now thy prize, 
 . And fond confiding love beam forth 
 From out your lovelit eyes. 
 
 TO MY YOUNG FRIEND, MRS. GEORGIA 
 M. M. 
 
 i^lp'HE greater the prize that is offered, 
 ^u/ The harder the struggle to win ; 
 Contest if the cause will enoble, 
 Withdraw if you think it a sin. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 The pathway to fame, though a rough one. 
 Gets smoother the higher you go, 
 And leaves behind many whose envy 
 Makes progress uncertain and slow. 
 
 Do not falter because some may censure. 
 
 Others criticise what you may do ; 
 
 Go on and be sure, if you conquer. 
 
 They will all hurrah loudly for you. 
 
 The motive that prompts us to labor 
 For honors should always include 
 The helping of other poor mortals 
 To something enduring and good. 
 
 The mind that shall live on forever. 
 
 Companion with angels above, 
 
 Should be taught while in perishing bodies. 
 
 The glories of heavenly love. 
 
 Should we strive then for honors that perish, 
 When those that endure can be won 
 By accepting a crown from Jehovah 
 Through faith in His well-beloved son. 
 
 O, why do we long for crowns of bay. 
 
 Which fade when we're under the sod. 
 
 When the brightest jewels in earthly crowns 
 
 Are the children trained up for God ! 
 
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 PRAISE THE BIBLE 
 
 I RIGHT shines the light of heavenly- 
 love 
 
 From out the word divine 
 To cheer the hearts of feeble saints 
 And make their faces shine. 
 
 Divine compassion, pity, love, 
 
 The king of kings controls; 
 
 He sent His only son to earth 
 
 To rescue dying souls. 
 Thy perfect love, thy perfect work. 
 Eternity may scan, 
 And search in vain a flaw to find 
 In thy redemptive plan. 
 
 O make me feel the saving power 
 
 Of Jesus' precious blood, 
 
 To free me from inherent sins 
 
 That lead away from Gk)d! 
 Forgive, O God, if I presume. 
 To ask for one thing more: 
 A heart prepared by heavenly grace 
 To worship and adore. 
 
 AN APPEAL 
 
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 OWN from Persia's rugged hills. 
 From India's burning sands, 
 
 From Turkey's bloody empire, 
 We see the outstretched hands 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 11 
 
 Of helpless widows pleading, 
 And saying, Won't you bring 
 To us the living water 
 From God's unfailing spring. 
 
 There's helpless orphans crying. 
 Because they have no bread ; 
 From such a picture brother, 
 Turn not away your head. 
 I'd rather give a little 
 To help the poor distres't. 
 Than build a gorgeous palace 
 For those well fed and drest. 
 
 THE SABBATH 
 
 ^yiKHIS day the heavenly Lamb ascends, 
 ^Q/ Before my raptured eyes, 
 From scenes of sorrow, sin and death, 
 To glories in the skies. 
 G, sacred day of peace and joy, 
 Of worship and of rest! 
 Hallowed by thy maker God, 
 Mankind in thee are blest. 
 
 ON SEEING MY WIFE LOOK SAD 
 
 ^RAY tell me if 'twas aught I did 
 ^^ That makes your face look sad. 
 The one above all others loved. 
 The face that makes me glad. 
 
12 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Yes, tell me what sad, cruel thought 
 Has settled 'round your heart, 
 And drove away the smile of love 
 By sinful subtle smart. 
 
 Say if some thoughtless word or act. 
 
 In which I took a part, 
 
 Has crushed the light, the joy, the peace, 
 
 That dwelt within your heart. 
 Yes tell me dear, and if it was, 
 By all that's good above, 
 My joys I'll sacrifice to get 
 Your old-time look of love. 
 
 If I'm the cause, oh let me hear 
 
 Your gentle, loving voice 
 
 Say I forgive you all you did. 
 
 Then will my heart rejoice. 
 
 AFTER LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF A 
 FRIEND 
 
 /^ BEAUTIFUL pjcture cheers my 
 f^ heart 
 
 As I look at it day by day. 
 It is not a beautiful landscape, 
 
 But a beautiful picture of Mae. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 13 
 
 (A beautiful poem found among my wife^s 
 papers, but it did not have the author's name.) 
 I call it 
 
 CHRISTIAN CONTENTMENT 
 
 /|^ GOD of Israel, deign to smile 
 ^fl^ With pitying eye on me, 
 And bless my hours of lonely toil 
 And raise my heart to thee. 
 
 Then happy in my humble state, 
 
 I never can repine, 
 I'll envy not the rich or great. 
 If thou confess me thine. 
 Let others mourn their humble lot. 
 
 But I will work and sing. 
 For though the world regard me not, 
 My father is a King. 
 
 From His bright palace in the skies 
 
 He sees me where I roam, 
 And by and by He'll bid me rise 
 And bid we welcome home. 
 
14 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 (Condolence for Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Mc. 
 
 after the death of their infant daughter, January 
 10, 1907.) 
 
 MOMENT'S stay to be caressed, 
 A poignant grief to be suppressed; 
 For surely God knows what is best — 
 She is an angel now. 
 
 MATTHEW 18 :10. 
 
 THE RICH YOUNG MAN IN THE 
 GOSPELS 
 
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 f HAT lack I yet, the young man asked. 
 While hoarding up his pelf. 
 
 That I eternal life may have 
 I want it for myself. 
 
 The law I've kept through all my days. 
 
 From youth to manhood grown, 
 
 If aught that I should do still lacks 
 
 Good master make it known. 
 All that thou hast go sell and to 
 The poor and needy give; 
 Take up thy cross and follow me. 
 And thou shalt surely live. 
 
 Shun youthful lust for wealth or fame, 
 
 Such treasures cannot last ; 
 
 They will take wings and fly away 
 
 Like leaves upon the blast. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 15 
 
 Seek first God's kingdom and His love; 
 This done, thy soul shall live; 
 Then all good treasures of the earth, 
 Grod promises to give. 
 
 To such as keep His covenant, 
 
 Grod's promises are sure, 
 
 A crown of life He gives to all 
 
 Who to the end endure. 
 
 With sorrowful, dejected heart 
 The young man went away, 
 
 Preferring treasures earth had given 
 
 To heaven's eternal day. 
 
 How sad this picture and the fate 
 
 This narrative unfolds. 
 
 Of those who lose eternal life 
 
 While trusting in their gold. 
 But happy those whose hearts are set 
 On heavenly things above, 
 Who strive to do their Master's will 
 And live in Jesus' love. 
 
 Thrice happy those with riches blest, 
 
 Who to the needy give. 
 
 And those who hear the Saviour say : 
 
 Come unto me and live. 
 
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 WHO? 
 
 C||^|]4[HO makes the vapor chrystallize 
 
 ^Wy4' To form the fleecy snow, 
 
 And then to water turn again 
 
 To make the Hlies grow? 
 
 The beauties of the falHng snow. 
 
 Let myriad voices sing; 
 
 Yet 'tis as dust or soot compared 
 
 To plume from angel's wing. 
 
 {On presenting of colored plates on Surgery to 
 my friend Geo. A. D., M.D.) 
 
 /yir'HESE plates portray the ills of life, 
 Vj/ And teach you where to use your knife ; 
 Consult them then with earnest care. 
 And for each case yourself prepare. 
 
 Then take your scalpel furbished good ; 
 
 Nor be dismayed at sight of blood; 
 
 A thorough operation make, 
 
 Both for your own and patient's sake. 
 Then when your patient has got well. 
 He will his friends and neighbors tell, 
 How you with skillful hand and knife 
 Removed disease and saved his life. 
 
 My advice is : 
 When full of praise his lips shall be. 
 Be sure and ask him for your fee. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 17 
 
 A THOUGHT 
 
 ^OW if you would be good or great, 
 Look where those gems are found ; 
 Above the sordid things of earth 
 God's goodness knows no bounds. 
 
 (In my absence Mrs. Leet wrote underneatK 
 the above:) 
 
 TTjf N anything you have to do, 
 ^ Try and do it well, 
 For at the close of life's short day 
 Honest work will tell. 
 
 THE BABY IN THE HAMMOCK 
 
 ^I^HE hammock swayed, the infant slept 
 
 ^u/ The sleep of innocence and love ; 
 
 The wind that fanned its peaceful face. 
 
 Was guided by the hand above. 
 
 Sleep on, sweet cherub, take your rest. 
 May angels always guard thy bed. 
 And ever on your path of life 
 The light of peace and joy be shed. 
 
18 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Sweet babe could I your guardian be. 
 The thought came to me as I gazed; 
 No sin should ever blight your life, 
 And all your deeds by men he praised. 
 But as I mused, my conscience said: 
 Could you give wisdom to the mind 
 Of this sweet child of innocence, 
 And you so weak, so sinful blind. 
 Thus chastened for presumptuous thoughts, 
 Concerning things I longed to do ; 
 My heart in penitence was bowed, 
 And near the throne of grace I drew 
 
 And whispered, Lord forgive my sin, 
 Help me to see Thy mercy shine 
 Through sorrow's clouds so I can say: 
 Dear Lord, my will to thine resign. 
 Sleep on, sweet babe, and take thy rest, 
 For God, who made thee, only knows 
 How best to guide thy precious life, 
 And give you either joys or woe. 
 
 TRUST 
 
 ^yfp'HE leaves on the tree may be hoary and 
 Ml/ gray. 
 
 Your home that you long for seems far far away, 
 Though you may be weary, or hungry and frail, 
 Put your trust in the Lord for His mercies ne'er 
 fail. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 19 
 
 Though angry seabillows may dash on the shore, 
 Though dear ones that left you come back never 
 
 more, 
 Though you may be lonely, dejected and pale, 
 Put your trust in the Lord for His mercies ne'er 
 
 fail. 
 
 Remember bright leaves on the tree will appear, 
 Remember the home that you long for is near ; 
 
 Seabillows no longer are tost by the gale, 
 Put your trust in the Lord for His mercies ne'er 
 fail. 
 
 Remember dear ones that have gone on before. 
 Will welcome your coming on heaven's bright 
 
 shore ; 
 No longer dejected, or lonely or frail. 
 You trusted in God and His mercies ne'er failed. 
 
 (To Miss Estella McKay, whom we met at Camr 
 bridge Springs, Pa.) 
 
 >j;^OUR letter came like a sad sweet song 
 ^^ Recalling joys that are past, 
 That were swept away by Time's ruthless hand 
 Like leaves on the storm king's blast. 
 
20 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 It brings out treasures long hidden away, 
 By dust of corroding things, 
 And paints a picture on memory's walls. 
 As we met at Cambridge Springs. 
 
 It recalls a group that have sought relief 
 
 At the fountains where God has designed 
 
 A sovereign balm in the waters pure 
 
 For diseases of every kind. 
 
 In the group are some that are young and fair. 
 Some are old and withered and gray, 
 But each one seemed overflowing with mirth 
 While we stopped at the cottage Quay. 
 
 Those happy days like a shadow have past, 
 
 But there lingers still behind 
 
 Sweet visions of friends and joys that are stamped 
 
 Indelibly on my mind. 
 
 happy days, full of innocent mirth, 
 Will you come back nevermore; 
 
 1 would like to meet the same happy crowd 
 Ere I pass to the golden shore. 
 
 Each face I recall as that of a friend 
 Whom I met at the Cottage Quay, 
 But one above all of that happy throng, 
 Is pretty Estella McKay. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 21 
 
 FOR THE FIRST BORN OF A FRIEND 
 
 EAR little Cathyrine, with a white dress, 
 Sent to be cherished, loved and caressed ; 
 Welcome, sweet cherub, to heart's home and love, 
 God fit you while here for heaven above, 
 And when you are called from earth's sorrows 
 
 away. 
 May you dwell with our Saviour forever and aye. 
 
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 INVOCATION 
 
 NE boon alone I ask 
 Of all that mortals share, 
 A spotless, upright Christian life. 
 Oh grant the humble prayer. 
 
 Guard me from every snare 
 
 The Tempter spreads for me. 
 
 And when with sin or anguish pressed. 
 
 Lord help me go to thee. 
 Help me to go in faith. 
 Asking Thy help divine, 
 To bear the burdens of this life. 
 My will to Thine resign. 
 
23 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 BEREAVEMENT 
 
 ^i^ WONDER not that my head is bowed, 
 ^fcl^ And my heart feels heavy and sad, 
 For I miss a form, my pride and joy, 
 And the voice that once made me glad. 
 
 I watched the light in her eye grow dim, 
 And the rose on her cheek grow pale, 
 And I saw her form, once plump and strong, 
 Grow so weak, so thin and so frail. 
 Then sorrow settled down like a pall 
 O'er my heart once happy and gay, 
 And I knew the blighting hand of death 
 Would soon take my loved one away. 
 
 I sought the Lord at the throne of grace. 
 And prayed that his mercy would spare 
 The life of the one I loved so well. 
 All my cares and my joys to share. 
 He answered not with the mercy sought. 
 
 But did what He knew was best, 
 
 And took from my heart the one I loved most, 
 
 To the beautiful land of the blest. 
 
 Thrice was the question asked "Will I live ?" 
 And I answered I do not know 
 But if it's God's will to take you now, 
 Are you willing, my dear, to go? 
 
 And thrice she answered with calm sweet voice, 
 
 Like one that is sure of the rest. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 23 
 
 In the house not made with hands above, 
 
 With her Saviour she answered yes. 
 
 And then through tears of joy I could see 
 That the Saviour had been her guest, 
 And gave her faith in His words so dear. 
 Saying "Come unto me and rest." 
 
 And while I am sure she is happy, 
 
 Where sickness and death are unknown, 
 
 I long for her presence to cheer me 
 
 In life now so dreary and lone. 
 
 Though joyous companions surround me. 
 And life seems so pleasant to all, 
 I sit like a dove on the housetop 
 Awaiting its loved one to call. 
 
 But why should I question the wisdom. 
 
 Or why should a reason be sought 
 
 From God, who in wisdom and mercy 
 
 Appoints for his children their lot? 
 
 I am sure she has gone to the Saviour, 
 
 Who guided her life in the past, 
 To whom with a childish devotion 
 
 She committed her all at the last. 
 
 Then help me, dear Lord, to be humble. 
 
 Resigned to whatever is done. 
 
 And feel that in fatherly kindness 
 
 Thy chastening sore hath been done. 
 
24: MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 THEY LIVE 
 
 E never can forget the songs 
 Our mothers used to sing 
 To drive all troubles from our hearts 
 And peaceful slumbers bring; 
 Nor can we e'er forget the kiss 
 That took away the pain 
 From chubby hand a thorn had touched 
 And made it well again. 
 No, those were but eternal truths, 
 Impressed by mother's love 
 On tender hearts, and cannot die ; 
 They were of God, He's love. 
 
 GOD'S GOODNESS AND MERCY 
 
 |URE from the Lord's creative hand, 
 Adam and Eve in Eden dwelt, 
 
 Midst fruit and flowers, rich and fair 
 
 At pleasure's shrine they knelt. 
 Creation's morning pure and fair 
 Breathed love, and only love ; 
 And beast and bird, and creeping thing, 
 Knew love, and only love. 
 
 And all of life was peace and joy, 
 
 The hours went and came 
 
 Without one thought of sin or death. 
 
 Until the Tempter came. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 25 
 
 Till then no sin had cursed the ground, 
 Which in its beauty lay, 
 A picture of the heavenly home 
 For those whom God obey. 
 
 But when the Tempter came, this scene 
 
 Of beauty was transformed. 
 
 And all that once was peace and love. 
 
 Has now become deformed. 
 The myrtle and the rose are now 
 Supplanted by the thorn, 
 And the sweet and gentle zephyr 
 Becomes a raging storm. 
 
 No more the gentle lamb can lie 
 
 Beside the wolf in peace. 
 
 For sin brought sorrow, strife and death. 
 
 When perfect love had ceased.* 
 
 Frail man, your failure to obey 
 
 The God who gave you breath 
 
 Has brought upon you toil and pain. 
 
 And also endless death. 
 
 From Eden's bowers pure and fair 
 
 Jehovah bids you go 
 
 To till the ground now cursed by sin. 
 
 Where weeds and briars grow. 
 And at the gate from whence you go. 
 An angel stands on guard, 
 To keep the tree of life from thee. 
 With burnished flaming sword. 
 
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 Eternal life is now beyond 
 Thy power and of thy race. 
 And if they find eternal life 
 'Twill be by God's free grace. 
 
 But blessed be Jehovah, God, 
 
 Though Sinai thunders loud. 
 
 We see compassion in His heart 
 
 By rainbow on the cloud. 
 
 And then the loving Saviour came. 
 And taught us to forgive 
 The errors of our fellow man. 
 If we in Him would live. 
 
 He says I am the truth, the way, 
 
 And sorrow's constant guest. 
 
 Lay down your burdens at my feet, 
 
 Come unto me and rest. 
 
 THOU HAST GONE 
 
 ^fF^HOXJ hast gone, my loved one, at the call of 
 K1/ the Lord 
 
 To a home that is free from all sickness and pain, 
 What a sweet consolation for me now to know 
 That my sorrow and loss is your infinite gain. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 27 
 
 ONLY A NIGHT 
 
 i^JKHE time is short, twelve hours, no more ; 
 ^kJ/ But, oh what sorrows that night may con- 
 tain. 
 Weeping for wealth we so dearly bought, 
 And the bitter tears we cannot restrain. 
 We have labored long and hard to get 
 What we thought would make our yearning 
 
 hearts glad. 
 But in one short night it has vanished, 
 And we feel so grieved, dejected and sad. 
 Only a night, but in that short time, 
 Heartstrings have broken and reason took flight, 
 For the death angel entered our home 
 And left us but sorrow, darkness and blight. 
 Yes only a night of sad watching, 
 The throb of a heart in casket of clay. 
 That is striving to break earthly fetters 
 And soar to the light of heaven's bright day. 
 It is only a night of sad weeping. 
 In the dreary prison of sin and grief. 
 But the joy of the morning dawning 
 Pays well for waiting the coming relief. 
 Then lift up your voices with shouting 
 Of praise to God, who, in infinite love. 
 Prepares his own children by sorrows 
 For glorified crowns in heaven above. 
 
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 When the night and weeping are over, 
 No more shall we grieve or tremble or fear. 
 But in pastures green our God shall lead us. 
 And Jesus himself shall dry every tear. 
 
 WHICH SHALL IT BE? 
 
 TTN the so-called royal palace, 
 ^ In the hut of vice and shame. 
 Children are born by the thousand. 
 Some to have wealth and some fame. 
 But the picture changes color 
 When we ask which shall it be. 
 The one in the royal palace born 
 Or the one in the hut, let's see. 
 True riches can only be found 
 In the peace and joy and love 
 Which comes from faith in Christ alone. 
 And that faith is from above. 
 
 True fame is what a person does 
 To assist his fellow man 
 To live a pure and holy life. 
 And that is the Saviour's plan. 
 Then both may obtain these honors. 
 Which Jesus alone can give ; 
 The one that is born in the palace. 
 Or he in the hut that lives. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 29 
 
 Where then is there grounds for boasting 
 By those who riches obtain, 
 Or those who by toil and struggle. 
 Have risen to heights of fame? 
 
 Both come from the God of mercies, 
 
 A gift of sovereign grace, 
 
 To the wealthy or the lowly. 
 
 It includes the human race. 
 
 Then praise and adore the Saviour, 
 Who gives both riches and fame. 
 Which last through eternal ages 
 Untarnished by sin or shame. 
 
 DID YOU EVER 
 
 «*|%ID you ever dream of saying 
 7& Something funny in your sleep, 
 And because you couldn't mind it, 
 In the morning you felt cheap ? 
 
 Now I'll tell you how to mind it. 
 And I do it for your sake, _ 
 Just do your funny dreaming 
 In the daytime when awake. 
 Did you ever dream of sailing 
 In a boat upon the lake. 
 When the creaking storm-tossed vessel 
 Caused your throbbing heart to quake. 
 
30 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Now to free you from such terror, 
 I suggest that you command 
 The elf that took your boat to sea, 
 Just to row it on the land. 
 Ah, then you say you dream of wrecks 
 While speeding on the rail, 
 Of seeing sights and hearing sounds 
 That caused brave hearts to quail. 
 
 Now a good relief from dreaming, 
 I commend to one and all. 
 Is to keep your liver active 
 And you will not dream at all. 
 
 THE WAY OF THE WORLD 
 
 /^tKHE way of the world is to censure and 
 Vlb blame 
 
 The efforts of all that are feeble or tame 
 In striving to honor the heaven-born name 
 Of our conquering saviour, Jesus. 
 But blessed be God, all their efforts are vain, 
 To put out the light of that life-giving flame 
 Of love that is found in that wonderful name 
 Of our conquering saviour, Jesus, 
 
 They pose to be saints, while with Satan 'tis 
 
 plain 
 They work and endeavor to give others pain. 
 But at last with the dragon they all will be slain 
 By our conquering saviour, Jesus. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 31 
 
 And then will all darkness be turned into day, 
 And envy and hatred have no place to stay. 
 For hearts that were sinful will now turn and 
 
 pray 
 To our conquering saviour, Jesus. 
 
 O hasten the time, gracious God, when at last 
 
 We all shall be freed from the sins of the past ; 
 
 In heaven our crowns at his feet we will cast. 
 
 At the feet of our saviour, Jesus. 
 
 WORLDLINESS 
 
 qrjMMERSED in thoughts of wealth or 
 
 ^ fame, 
 
 All mingle in the strife 
 
 Which surges round them like a storm 
 
 That threatens every life. 
 
 Wild passions rise on every hand 
 
 And lust for sordid gold 
 
 With ruthless hand breaks every tie 
 
 That memory sacred holds. 
 
 Sweet thoughts of love that once the heart 
 
 Made warm are cast aside. 
 
 And honor, once the fount of joy. 
 
 By passion's hand has died. 
 
 Yes passion to be rich or great. 
 
 And live like kings or queens. 
 
 Has ruined hearts and homes alike. 
 
 Nor is life what it seems. 
 
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 O cruel lust, thou child of sin, 
 
 O passion wild and strong, 
 
 When will your deadly hand be stayed 
 
 From doing further wrong ? 
 
 Not till the conquering love of Christ 
 Shall break the stubborn will 
 Of sinful man and say to lust 
 And passion to be still. 
 
 Then peace, sweet peace, will spread her 
 wings 
 
 O'er every clime and land, 
 
 And joy, fidelity and love, 
 
 Control each heart and hand. 
 
 O come blest Saviour in thy might 
 And conquer every foe 
 To honor, truth and righteousness 
 And make the people know 
 
 Thee as the only source of joy. 
 
 Of love, of peace divine, 
 And that salvation for the soul 
 
 From thee alone doth shine. 
 
 Then shall the glory be thine own. 
 
 And all shall give thee praise. 
 
 And sing thy glorious majesty 
 
 Throughout the endless days. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 33 
 
 PROTECTION 
 
 MHEN the angel of night casts his shadow 
 o'er all 
 And chilly winds creep into bedroom and hall. 
 May the Lord in His mercy protect us from fright 
 And sovereign grace keep us safe through the 
 night. 
 
 When we wake in the morning may love fill 
 our hearts 
 
 To'rds God who in mercy His kindness im- 
 parts 
 
 Unto all poor weak sinners who to Him will 
 cry 
 
 For pardon, He'll grant it, He will not deny. 
 
 Ho, then, everyone come, his salvation is free; 
 The Saviour has suffered for you and for me. 
 O then, sinner, be thankful, accept and adore, 
 And, crowned by your Saviour, rejoice evermore. 
 
 TO MY FRIEND, DR. A. C. SMITH 
 
 ^tr^HE automobile is a wonderful thing — 
 
 ^U/ Moves not like a ship or bird on the wing — ■ 
 
 But it gets there. 
 One night as I sat in my humble retreat, 
 A rap at my door brought me onto my feet ; 
 
34 MOODS AND MEL ODIES 
 
 I answered the knock, when to my surprise, 
 There stood my friend Smith with his laughing 
 
 blue eyes. 
 "Come in and be seated," I hastened to say, 
 But he answered, "I cannot ; I've no time to stay. 
 I'm on my way home and, with chivalric pride, 
 Said, "Put on your coat and I'll give you a ride." 
 
 I accepted his offer, and soon was made feel 
 The jerk and the roll of his automobile. 
 Uphill it goes, at a fairly good pace. 
 But downhill goes like a sprite in a race. 
 When a breaker it strikes, you go up in the air, 
 And before you get down, you're almost in de- 
 spair ; 
 For you think of some business you ought to 
 
 have done 
 Before you embarked for a century run. 
 You hold to the auto with genuine dread, 
 For fear the next moment you'll stand on your 
 
 head. 
 But now in a trice we have struck level ground. 
 
 And the quiet you long for you think you have 
 
 found ; 
 But what a delusion — ^you scarcely can wink- 
 E'er you strike a sharp curve and are just on the 
 
 brink 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 35 
 
 Of what looks like chasm, dark as the night, 
 And your hat seems to rise off your head at the 
 sight. 
 
 But the auto turned gracefully under command 
 Of Dr. A. C, whose strong, steady hand 
 Turned it hither and thither, wherever he willed, 
 Until Brownsville was reached and the auto stood 
 
 still. 
 Twenty-four miles in two hours at night, 
 No wonder a child like myself should take fright. 
 But now when I think of the romance and bliss 
 Of that ride I can say, "Call again, Dr. Smith." 
 
 REDLANDS, CALIFORNIA 
 
 rK HAVE traveled for leagues over mountain 
 ^ and plain. 
 
 From my home in the East to the golden Coast. 
 I have crossed the great desert, a sad dreary 
 waste, 
 And fertile green valleys of which men may 
 boast. 
 
 On Pacific's great bosom, for hundreds of miles, 
 I have watched the gray gull on his tireless 
 wings ; 
 
36 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 And the whale, sporting free, in his blue ocean 
 home, 
 Where the sea-lions roar and the coral moss 
 springs. 
 
 O'er the Sierra Nevadas, where silver and gold 
 
 Are being procured at a wonderful cost; 
 Through canyons and gorges, so sublime to be- 
 hold. 
 Where Nature's convulsions the rocks high 
 have tossed, 
 
 I have lodged in the cities and stopped in the 
 
 towns 
 
 Built back by the mountains, or on ocean 
 
 strands, 
 
 But for beauty and culture I never have found 
 
 A place more congenial than pretty Redlands. 
 
 HAS PASSED 
 
 I OW Christmas has passed, 
 
 With its comforts and cheer ; 
 Would God these good feelings 
 May last for a year. 
 
 With heart filled with praise 
 
 To Our Father above, 
 May we live in the future 
 
 In brotherly love. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 3T 
 
 WHY IS IT? 
 
 a^OU meet with a stranger, while passing 
 CS^ along, 
 
 And you part and another is met 
 With as sweet a smile, and perchance as fair, 
 
 But the first one you cannot forget? 
 
 Though years may pass, with their joys and their 
 cares, 
 
 Which may cause you to laugh or to fret. 
 And throngs go by with a smile or a frown. 
 
 But the first one you cannot forget. 
 
 it may have been a short moment you talked, 
 Or a glance from a passing car, yet 
 
 A flash of the soul through the eye was all. 
 But the first one you cannot forget. 
 
 The first had a soul filled with kindred love 
 For the soul which just now it has met, 
 
 And each stamped the other with tender thoughts 
 So the first one you cannot forget. 
 
 What a solace in lonely hours to feel 
 
 That another may also regret 
 That the passing months bring no word of joy 
 
 From the one they can never forget. 
 
38 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 FOR AN ALBUM 
 
 fAY your life be crowned with the bless- 
 ings asked for in this book, and as free 
 from sorrow as the invocations are from original 
 thought, is the earnest desire of your friend. 
 
 W. C. L. 
 
 M 
 
 ON THE OLD GRAVEYARD 
 
 (When there was an effort to turn it into town 
 lots) 
 
 'HAT hallowed memories cluster 'round 
 This plot where kindred sleep 
 And hearts far distant from this spot 
 Love's sacred vigils keep. 
 
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 Here aged sires, with toil oppressed. 
 To make for loved ones home 
 
 Laid down their weary limbs to rest 
 Without one sigh or moan. 
 
 They sacrificed their manly lives. 
 
 In fighting beasts of prey 
 And clearing ground of giant oaks 
 
 Where rest their dust to-day. 
 
 Here mothers sleep who nightly prayed 
 To God that He would spare 
 
 The lives of children dearly loved, 
 Their joys and woes to share. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 39 
 
 Here lies the soldier's manly form, 
 Whose heart once true and brave. 
 
 Responded to his country's call. 
 Her liberties to save. 
 
 Of revolutionary fame 
 
 Some sleep beneath this sod, 
 Who risked their lives this land to free 
 
 From tyrants' heavy rod. 
 
 Yes, sacred memories center here. 
 
 From East to golden West, 
 And loving hearts are praying God 
 
 Their kindred here may rest. 
 
 But times have changed since loving hands 
 Placed dear ones here in graves. 
 
 Now venal motives hold some men. 
 Like shackles on the slave. 
 
 And selfish love of ease or wealth. 
 
 By sordid hearts possessed, 
 Begrudge the dust of infant child 
 
 Upon its mother's breast. 
 
 For shame, ye vampire hoards, retreat 
 
 Back to your murky den. 
 And ne'er proclaim your selfish schemes 
 
 To sons of patriot men. 
 
40 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Sleep on, ye brave and sainted dead, 
 
 May God protect your dust. 
 Till Gabriel's trumpet shall bid you rise, 
 
 To stand among the just. 
 
 MISGIVING AND HOPE 
 
 jOW hard to comprehend the love 
 Concealed beneath the blow, 
 That makes our hearts in sorrow bow. 
 And lays our dear ones low. 
 
 The mystery that shrouds our minds 
 
 In sorrow's robes to-day, 
 Will be revealed in visions clear. 
 
 In God's own time and way. 
 
 And then in anthems loud and long. 
 
 With angels bright above, 
 Adoring wisdom, power and grace 
 
 We'll sing redeeming love. 
 
 COMPOSED WHILE DREAMING 
 
 TTN my mail to-night, which came to me^ 
 ^ A hungry and ragged girl I see — 
 An appeal for help that has come to me 
 From an orphan girl far over the sea. 
 

 
 MOODS AND MELODIES 41 
 
 A CALL FROM LOVED ONES 
 
 NE night as I lay on my downy couch, 
 I dreamed of a far-away home, 
 Where dear ones rejoice in the Saviour's iOve, 
 And, reaching out hands, they say. Come, 
 
 Come to the land where no sorrows are known. 
 Where we need no light from the sun, 
 
 But the Saviour, dear, is our light and joy, 
 As through endless cycles life runs. 
 
 why do you stay in a world of sin, 
 That corrupts and defiles the soul. 
 
 When we long to meet you in this fair land — 
 A city of pearls and of gold? 
 
 1 answer I long to be freed from sin 
 That has cursed my life with its blight. 
 
 And be made rejoice in my Saviour's love, 
 Like the saints in your home of light. 
 
 Lord, help me to keep near the Saviour's side. 
 And to trust in His guardian care 
 
 To lead me through valleys of sorrow here. 
 And my lonely moments to share. 
 
 Then, when sanctified by His blessed word. 
 
 And His spirit has set me free, 
 In His strength I will rise to your home of love. 
 
 And live with my Saviour and thee. 
 
42 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 GO WORK IN MY VINEYARD 
 
 'HY stand you here idle, all the day long? 
 The Lord of the vineyard had said. 
 And they answered, No man hath offered us work 
 Whereby we may earn needed bread. 
 
 Go into My vineyard and work, said the Lord, 
 
 Whatever's right I will pay. 
 The clusters are ripe and need to be gathered. 
 
 Go, work then, no longer delay. 
 
 Some entered my fields in the early morning. 
 
 And have labored on until noon. 
 They are winning the bread that shall never fail. 
 
 Though the harvest be over soon. 
 
 Go into my vineyard and work through the day. 
 
 From noon until set of sun; 
 At the close of the day the good Lord himself 
 
 Will say those sweet words, "Weil done." 
 
 See the evening shadows are gathering fast, 
 
 The eleventh hour has come. 
 Go into my vineyard and labor to-day. 
 
 While yet there is light from the sun. 
 
 Go into my vineyard and labor to-day, 
 
 Is the word of our risen Lord, 
 Then haste to obey while his patience endures. 
 
 And reap in the end rich reward. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 43 
 
 Why tarry, my brother, when Christ bids you go 
 To the field where His mercies abound ? 
 
 Go work to the close of life's pilgrimage here 
 And at last with salvation be crowned. 
 
 THE VISION 
 
 /^ND he showed me a pure, sweet river of life, 
 e%^ Flowing out of the throne of God and the 
 
 Lamb, 
 It was clear as a crystal, and deep and wide, 
 And flowed with a majesty peaceful and calm. 
 
 And, on either side of this beautiful stream, 
 
 Stood the tree of life in its radiance grand. 
 Whose leaves were to heal all the sins of all na- 
 tions, 
 Both Gentile and Jew, from all climes and all 
 lands. 
 
 And none are compelled to cross over this river. 
 The life-giving leaves of this tree to obtain ; 
 
 But all are invited to rest 'neath its shadow. 
 And eat of the fruit without labor or pain. 
 
 Blessed God, give me words to tell the sweet 
 story 
 Of life in the water and life in the tree. 
 Where sin-burdened souls may drink and be 
 happy, 
 Or eat of the leaves and give glory to Thee. 
 
44 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Then come to this river, poor sinners oppressed, 
 And drink of the water — 'tis flowing for thee ; 
 
 For here and here only salvation is found, 
 
 'Tis the depth of God's mercy for you and for 
 me. 
 
 Delay not to come while the spirit still strives 
 To lead you from darkness out into the light, 
 
 He says He will not always strive — ^then beware 
 Lest he leave thee in sorrow and take His last 
 flight. 
 
 INVITATION 
 
 jrfrROM ivory palaces there comes 
 ^Jl A smell of spices sweet. 
 
 Soft music, too, from sainted souls. 
 The sinner's ear to greet. 
 
 Sweet mercy bows her sacred head, 
 
 And stretches out her hand 
 To welcome sinners to her rest. 
 
 From every clime and land. 
 
 She says to you, O men, I call 
 The maimed, the halt, the blind. 
 
 My voice is to the sons of men 
 Oh, hear, and you shall find 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 45 
 
 A peace so sweet, a joy so full, 
 
 No tongue can ever tell, 
 The raptures of the heavenly home, 
 
 Where saints and angels dwell. 
 
 There hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
 
 All the redeemed shall sing 
 Ascribing glory, honor, praise. 
 
 To heaven's eternal king. 
 
 O strive to join this happy throng — 
 
 The spirit calleth now. 
 While mercy waits with outstretched hands 
 
 Unto the Saviour bow. 
 
 THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE PLEASANT 
 
 ^OW sweet is the music of singing birds, 
 In the early days of spring, 
 But sweeter far is the noise that is heard 
 As the children shout and sing 
 
 From alleys and streets in city and town, 
 O'er valleys and hills in the country brown. 
 
 How dear to my heart are the rosebuds sweet, 
 
 That out of the vine do spring. 
 But dearer by far are the children's arms. 
 That around my neck do cling ; 
 
 They awake in my heart a kindred love 
 To that which comes from the Father above. 
 
46 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 But what are these joys that last but a day. 
 
 In this world of sin and strife, 
 When compared with pleasures that last for aye, 
 In the home of eternal life? 
 A drop in the ocean of endless time. 
 Compared with the joys of heaven divine. 
 
 Then why should I let any earthly joy 
 
 Lead my mind so far astray 
 As to fill my soul with this world's alloy. 
 And shut out the dawn of day, 
 
 That breaks on my vision soft and clear. 
 As I study the words of my Saviour dear? 
 
 ON RECEIVING A REQUEST FOR MONEY 
 FROM THE TRACT SOCIETY 
 
 TT READ your appeal for money, 
 ^ In a careless sort of way. 
 
 And thought, it's the same old story, 
 Told in a different way. 
 
 There are so many calls for money, 
 
 I cannot give to them all; 
 So I laid it aside at once, 
 
 To wait for another call. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 47 
 
 It came, but not in a letter, 
 
 As so many others had come, 
 But the voice of my conscience said, 
 
 The Saviour's work must be done. 
 
 I heeded the voice of conscience. 
 And turned to see what to do. 
 
 An appeal from hungry children 
 Was the first thing met my view. 
 
 Next cripples asked for assistance, 
 Then the blind who need our care. 
 
 And the famine-stricken countries. 
 Shall they get nothing but prayer? 
 
 The mountain whites in our own land. 
 
 Forgot because of our greed, 
 Left to die without the gospels 
 
 On whose word their souls should feed. 
 
 I ceased looking up the letters 
 Of Union Sabbath school work. 
 
 Of Y. M. C. A. and missions. 
 From none of which we should shirk. 
 
 Then this tract society asks us 
 
 To drop a mite in their till. 
 So they with the gospel raptures 
 
 The minds of sinners may fill. 
 
48 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 How noble the work of giving 
 To the poor, the blind and weak, 
 
 But grander far to teach a soul 
 Salvation through Christ to seek. 
 
 O happy is the man whom God 
 Has taught His word to believe. 
 
 That far more blessed is the man 
 Who gives than he who receives. 
 
 So I'll try to give a little 
 
 To each call that comes my way, 
 And trust to the Lord to give me 
 
 Enough for my needs each day. 
 
 SAD REMEMBRANCE 
 
 HAPPY days, when by my side, 
 A loving wife did stand, 
 To cheer my heart when troubles dark 
 Stood 'round on every hand. 
 
 
 
 The keenest sorrows that I felt 
 Would fly when she was near ; 
 
 Her presence more than armies strong 
 Could keep me from all fear. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 49 
 
 But oh, how lonely are the hours 
 
 I spend from day to day, 
 And try in vain some joy to find 
 
 Among the young and gay. 
 
 Could she be with me once again 
 My heart with joy would thrill. 
 
 And waking nights and cheerless days 
 No more my life would fill. 
 
 Poor, selfish heart, could you now wish 
 Your dear who's gone before 
 
 To quit her home of light and love. 
 To be with you once more? 
 
 No, God forbid that I should wish 
 
 For such a thing to be ; 
 But help me bear my sorrows here, 
 
 My soul from sin set free. 
 
 Then, when my race on earth is run. 
 
 My soul will take its flight 
 To heaven, where sorrow is unknown 
 
 And faith is lost in sight. 
 
 We'll meet again, no more to part, 
 
 In mansions fair above. 
 And praise through all eternity 
 
 Our Saviour's dying love. 
 
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 HISTORY IN VERSE 
 
 'HY weep ye now, by Babylon's streams. 
 Ye unbelieving Jews ? 
 To trust in God or sinful man, 
 You had the power to choose. 
 
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 The patient, loving, gracious God, 
 
 Through all the desert way 
 Protected from oppressors' hands, 
 
 While Him you did obey. 
 
 Even bread from heaven sweet and pure 
 
 He gave you day by day, 
 White like hoar frost or glittering gems 
 
 Upon the ground it lay. 
 
 To let you know his love and power, 
 
 Jordan, at His command. 
 Her muddy waters stayed, and like 
 
 A palisade did stand. 
 
 You passed beside the crystal walls 
 
 Of water standing high 
 O'er river beds to Canaan's shores. 
 
 And every foot was dry. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 51 
 
 He brought you to a pleasant land. 
 
 Where milk and honey flow; 
 And for your sake the mighty kings 
 
 Of Canaan He laid low. 
 
 But when, with peace and plenty crowned, 
 
 To heathen ways you turned 
 And clamored for an earthly king 
 
 And God's protection spurned, 
 
 You trusted in your own frail strength. 
 
 Nor on the Lord did call ; 
 And soon life's honey sweets were turned 
 
 To bitterness of gall. 
 
 And Babylon's king, with army strong. 
 Swooped down like bird of prey. 
 
 And Israel's pride, the young and strong. 
 He captive led away. 
 
 And now in cruel bondage chained. 
 
 In bitterness you weep. 
 Your harps once tuned to mirthful songs 
 
 On silent willows sleep. 
 
 Sweet songs of Zion, long forgot. 
 
 You cannot sing them now; 
 And keen remorse for sinful ways 
 
 Makes all your hearts to bow. 
 
52 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Weep on until your scalding tears 
 Shall melt within your heart 
 
 The idol worship of the land, 
 In which you took a part. 
 
 Hear, then, His promise ever true. 
 
 In loving words that burn, 
 If you forsake your sinful ways, 
 
 I will to you return. 
 
 Then from oppression's galling hand, 
 
 He will once more release, 
 And to your native land again 
 
 Will bring you all in peace. 
 
 And then once more the sacred songs 
 
 Of Zion you may sing, 
 Also lie down and sleep secure 
 
 Beneath the shadowing wings. 
 
 THE CALL 
 
 jfROM Persia's rugged hillsides, 
 ^Jl From India's sunny land. 
 
 From Turkey's bloody empire, 
 There comes the Lord's command; 
 
 "Go, teach those needy nations 
 The way to truth and right, 
 
 And free the helpless children 
 From darkest heathen night." 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 53 
 
 CHRISTMAS REVERIE, 1909 
 
 /SIT LONE I sit in my humble abode, 
 f^^ Thinking of life that is past ; 
 Of the innocent joys of my childhood days. 
 That were carried away like the ocean spray. 
 Or leaves on the autumn blast. 
 
 Alone I sit in my humble abode. 
 
 Thinking of life since then, 
 Of the girls and the boys, the sorrows and joys, 
 The love or the hate which comes early or late. 
 
 To make up the lives of men. 
 
 Alone I sit in my humble abode, 
 
 Wondering why this should be, 
 When the story sublime, of the olden time. 
 Tells of peace on earth by the wonderful birth 
 
 Of a Saviour for you and for me. 
 
 Alone I sit in my humble abode. 
 
 And think of the crimson tide 
 That once flowed from the cross for all that are 
 
 lost, 
 From the home of the palm to the icebound calm 
 
 Of the north where men abide. 
 
54 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Alone I sit in my humble abode, 
 
 And list to the Christmas chime 
 Of the dear church bells, which the sweet story 
 
 tells 
 Of the humble birth of my Saviour on earth 
 
 And the first glad Christmas time. 
 
 Alone I sit in my humble abode 
 
 And thanking my God I say 
 All glory and praise to the end of the days 
 For the joy that is found in the mystical sound 
 
 Of the bells on Christmas day. 
 
 SAN DIEGO BAY, CALIFORNIA 
 
 •LOW ocean breezes, gently blow 
 
 From islands green, though far away, 
 And bear upon your unseen wings 
 Sweet peace for San Diego bay. 
 For on its shore I sit and watch 
 The blue waves trembling in the light. 
 Then rushing, dash upon the rocks 
 Like maddened furies in a fight. 
 
 The broken waves now turn and flee 
 Back to their native home they go, 
 And, reinforced, they come again 
 Like armies charging on a foe. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 55 
 
 And while this ceaseless war goes on, 
 I sit and watch it with delight, 
 And sigh regrets because too soon 
 Darkness will hide it from my sight. 
 
 Yet still I feel this war will wage 
 'Twixt ocean waves and rocks and sand 
 Until the foaming tide is stayed 
 By peace be still the Lord's command. 
 Although compelled to leave you now. 
 By twilight darkening into night, 
 I'll come again and watch thy waves 
 Flash diamond rays in noontide light 
 Till then, sweet bay. 
 Good night, good night ! 
 
 THE JOYS OF BOYHOOD 
 
 ^IJNNE comforting solace is left yet 
 \^ That turns all my sorrows to joy. 
 Is the fact that long years in the past 
 I enjoyed the rare sports of a boy. 
 Remember bare feet in the summer 
 While tramping through mud on the road. 
 Or floating a chip for a steamboat, 
 And fancied it carried a load. 
 
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 Just think of the hide and go-seek, too. 
 So full of excitement and fun, 
 In dodging the touch of the seeker 
 And gaining the base by swift run. 
 
 Green apples, chock-full of cramp-colic. 
 That hung on the tree in the lane, 
 Was too much for poor innocent childhood. 
 From eating he could not refrain. 
 
 Then mustard placed over the stomach 
 And hot brick applied to the feet, 
 Then catnip tea flavored with garlic, 
 A treatment few doctors could beat. 
 
 Sweet thoughts, how you drive away sorrow. 
 And fill a lone heart full of joy, 
 While I think of the pleasures of childhood 
 And envy the life of the boy. 
 
 THOUGHTS IN THE NIGHT 
 
 f JUMPED into bed with an earnest wish 
 To be soon in the land of nod ; 
 And committed my all, both spirit and flesh, 
 To the hands of a merciful God. 
 
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 And soon I was straying in dreamlands fair, 
 'Midst trees that were fair to behold, 
 
 In beautiful Redlands far away. 
 In the land of roses and gold. 
 
 And by my side sat a lady fair, 
 
 So gentle, so kind, so chaste, 
 Who showed mc the beauties of Smiley's heights 
 
 That so lately were barren waste. 
 
 But, touched by the wand of culture and wealth. 
 They now bloom like a garden fair. 
 
 With rosc3 and orchids and pansies bright. 
 And trees from all lands, that are rare. 
 
 We looked from this modern Pisgah top 
 
 O'er thousands of acres below 
 That were green and golden with orange groves, 
 
 Surrounded by mountains of snow. 
 
 But my dream, like all dreams, came to an end. 
 
 Yet it left a delicious pain 
 That rankles and burns as the days go by. 
 
 So I long to go back again. 
 
 And behold once more those rapturous scenes 
 Whose beauty no tongue can e'er tell. 
 
 And hear once again that tender sweet voice 
 That follows me now like a spell 
 
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 HYMN NUMBER ONE 
 
 >|fi|N the ocean of time we are drifting along 
 K^ Day after day we are nearing the shore 
 Where a friend or a foe we will meet 
 when we land, 
 And fixed will our soul's home be evermore. 
 
 Drifting, drifting, we're helplessly drifting 
 Without compass or pilot in our bark ; 
 
 Saviour have mercy and stretch forth thy hand 
 And lift us in safety into Thy ark. 
 
 Blest Saviour, Thou hast heard the helpless sin- 
 ner cry. 
 And hast stretched forth Thy mighty hand to 
 save; 
 Our life-boat is anchored at the cross where He 
 died 
 And our souls have been ransomed from the 
 grave. 
 
 Drifting no more on sin's stormy ocean, 
 But resting secure at the Saviour's cross. 
 
 Singing the anthems of redeeming love 
 That saved us though His precious life He lost. 
 
 Anchored forever in heaven's peaceful harbor. 
 Tossed no more on sin's ocean, dark and wide. 
 
 But resting secure in the love of our Saviour, 
 Washed and made clean by the blood from His 
 side. 
 
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 Drifting no more on the ocean of sin, 
 Having no compass or pilot to guide. 
 
 But safe and happy in the Saviour's love 
 'Neath His ever sheltering wings I abide. 
 
 THE WINTER KING 
 
 -yH^HE winter king, out of his northern home, 
 ^fcU Has come with a sprightly air 
 And has wrapt the ground in a beautiful robe 
 Of snow, so chaste and so fair. 
 
 But I care not how white your snowy robe is. 
 
 You come with a frosty breath 
 That strips from the trees autumn's foliage fair. 
 
 And brings to the sweet rose, death. 
 
 O return, stern king, to your cold, icy home. 
 
 Take back your mantle of snow. 
 Let the cold earth return to summer's sweet bloom 
 
 And the icebound streamlets flow. 
 
 Then forest and field, with their mantle of green. 
 
 Will cheer wherever we go, 
 And the bees sing dreamily in fair bowers 
 
 Where lilies and roses grow. 
 
 O ! cheer me once more with the bright days of 
 June, 
 
 That throb with the coming feast 
 Which our Father provides in the harvest time, 
 
 Rich viands for man and beast. 
 
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 Then hie thee away, winter king, to the north 
 To your home of ice and of snow 
 
 And let me rejoice in the flowers' sweet breath 
 .When the balmy south winds blow. 
 
 TRUST IN THE KING OF GLORY 
 
 ^^I^HE hosts of God are marching on 
 ^w/ And victory is sure, 
 The invitation's free to all. 
 Heaven keeps an open door. 
 
 Come, join this army, sinner, come! 
 
 Why longer thus delay ? 
 The spirit will not always strive. 
 
 Make haste, and come to-day. 
 
 Now, now is the accepted time. 
 
 The spirit may not stay. 
 But take his everlasting flight ; 
 
 Oh! sinner, why delay? 
 
 The King of Glory leads this host 
 
 And they are sure to win 
 Who trust in His almighty power 
 
 To conquer every sin. 
 
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 The grave his body could not hold. 
 Though sealed and made secure, 
 
 And guards patrolled the sacred spot 
 To make his capture sure. 
 
 But hell and sinful men in league. 
 
 To disappointment doomed, 
 Grew pale and trembled when they saw 
 
 The Lord rise from the tomb. 
 
 Hail ! mighty Conqueror, all hail ! 
 
 The angels cry within ; 
 Lift up your heads, ye gates, ye doors. 
 
 And let the King come in ! 
 
 WHAT IS LIFE? 
 
 ^Ww4' When leaves do bud, and flow- 
 ers bloom ; 
 I wait an answer, but in vain, 
 For earth is silent as the tomb. 
 
 I ask the stars, the moon, the sun, 
 
 Great lights that shine in heavenly space, 
 
 **0 ! tell me, won't you, what is life?" 
 But all move on with silent grace. 
 
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 I ask the evening wind that sighs. 
 O'er dear ones' grave in silent home, 
 
 "Cannot you tell me what is life?" 
 And zephyrs' sigh turns to a moan. 
 
 I ask proud man, "Say, what is life ?" 
 And with all his wisdom hoary. 
 
 He answers slow, "I do not know ; 
 Go and ask the King of Glory." 
 
 I turn to Jesus' sacred word, 
 
 So reassuring in the strife. 
 And read with joy His words so dear, 
 
 "I am the way, the truth, the life." 
 
 My search has fathomed what life is. 
 And unto you, O ! men, I call, 
 
 Come give obedience, love and praise. 
 To Christ, for He is all in all. 
 
 TO A ROBIN 
 
 322 RIGHT harbinger of balmy winds 
 /^ That wakes to life sweet flowers of spring, 
 I love to see your bright, red breast, 
 To see you hop and hear you sing. 
 
 You're welcome to my garden lot, 
 And to my humble cottage home ; 
 
 Come build your nest in vine or tree, 
 And tarry here, no more to roam. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 63 
 
 I'll gladly share my bread with thee, 
 Or stir the turf that gives you food ; 
 
 Your shrill song cheers my lonely heart. 
 To see your bright eyes does me good. 
 
 Then come and make a league with me 
 To share my lot and for me sing, 
 
 That I may ever have in mind 
 
 Sweet thoughts of heaven's eternal spring. 
 
 THE PASSING OF THE OLD YEAR 
 
 rST as quiet as a sunset, the old year passed 
 away. 
 Not into outer darkness, but into endless day ; 
 And bore upon his unseen wings a record that is 
 
 true, 
 Of noble deeds of kindness we all tried hard 
 to do. 
 
 And yet, alas ! how short we come of doing what 
 
 we could 
 To soothe lone hearts that sorrowed, and cheer 
 
 the poor with food, 
 What wicked one did we turn back from deeds of 
 
 sin and strife 
 Into paths of peace and love and of eternal life ? 
 
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 Farewell, dear friend, you've hurried on one unit 
 
 more to be 
 To close up time's great circle and be eternity. 
 You did not die as some assert, for years can 
 
 never die — 
 They live, the sinner to condemn, the good to 
 
 justify. 
 
 The record of our lives you keep to meet us at 
 
 the throne. 
 And there before the Saviour reveal what we 
 
 have done ; 
 What varied records human lives have on thy 
 
 ledger traced, 
 That in the awful judgment by each one must 
 
 be faced! 
 
 Thrice happy are they all who strive to keep the 
 
 Lord's commands 
 
 And thankful are for blessings from His most 
 
 gracious hands ; 
 They, who in God do put their trust, will find 
 
 protection sure, 
 Also mercy, peace and strength, all trials to en- 
 dure. 
 
 Trust then, in Jesus only, though dark your page 
 
 maye be; 
 He'll make it white as snow by His blood shed 
 
 on the tree ; 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 65 
 
 O! help us praise the Saviour, help us worship 
 and adore 
 
 Our blessed Saviour, Jesus, both now and ever- 
 more! 
 
 BE SURE 
 
 I E sure when you sing of God's mercy 
 Your heart is in tune with the song ; 
 And strive with a Christian devotion 
 To show that to Christ you belong. 
 
 'Tis He who in mercy upholds you 
 
 And strengthens your faith for the fight 
 
 With Satan who strives to destroy you 
 And puts all his armies to flight. 
 
 He gives you the hope of salvation 
 Through faith in a Saviour so dear ; 
 
 He shed his own blood to redeem you 
 And free your sad heart from all fear. 
 
 O ! who can refuse to obey Him, 
 
 Who says, "I'm the truth and the way. 
 
 My home is in heaven eternal," 
 Oh, turn to him, sinner, to-day ! 
 
 Yes, come with your heart-burning sorrows. 
 Poor sinner, with conscience oppressed; 
 
 Confess Him and live for His glory 
 
 And then your dear soul shall find rest. 
 
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 (7 desired to celebrate the fourteenth anniver- 
 sary of our marriage but when the day came my 
 dear wife was on her death-bed, and I did noli 
 have the pleasure I desired.) ^ 
 
 ^|f T'S fourteen years ago, my dear, 
 /2I Just fourteen years to-day, 
 When we from slumbers sweet awoke 
 In the morning cold and gray. 
 
 The morning air was crisp and cold, 
 But our hearts were warm and true ; 
 
 And hopes beat high within our breasts 
 As near the church we drew. 
 
 On January twentieth, 
 
 And in eighteen ninety-one, 
 Our single life was forfeited 
 
 And our married life begun. 
 
 When, in the rector's room we stood. 
 
 Side by side in joyous life. 
 He from his book of Rubrics read 
 
 Words which made us man and wife. 
 
 Since that sweet day for fourteen years 
 I have longed no more to roam. 
 
 With you to share my joys and cares, 
 I wish for no other home. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 67 
 
 Yes, fourteen years have come and gone 
 Since I took my marriage vow ; 
 
 I loved you then with a loyal heart. 
 But I love you better now. 
 
 And now, before these earthly friends 
 And God who in mercy reigns, 
 
 I pledge to you unchanging love 
 While reason and life remains. 
 
 THE QUESTION 
 
 ^'yjlYHY should I not, with love sincere, 
 ^taJ'^^tl' My Saviour worship and adore. 
 When I remember on the cross 
 The pain of all my sins he bore. 
 
 He did not leave my guilty soul 
 Without a hope to cheer my way, 
 
 But in His loving word divine 
 
 He leads by grace from day to day. 
 
 Help me to read Thy precious word 
 With care, like miser counting gold, 
 
 Each morning and at evening, too. 
 It's truth and wisdom. Lord, unfold. 
 
 Thy precious promises, O ! God, 
 
 Desponding, doubting hearts do cheer ; 
 
 And faith, with loving hand, leads on 
 To free the trembling heart from fear. 
 
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 "Come unto me and be ye saved ;" 
 O hear the loving Saviour cry; 
 
 "He that believeth shall be saved, 
 He that believeth not shall die." 
 
 Dear, Lord, Thy gracious word of love 
 No mortal tongue can e'er express ; 
 
 My soul Thy changeless promise claims, 
 Turns to the Saviour and finds rest. 
 
 Sweet rest, where doubts and fears no more 
 Can give the anchored soul alarm, 
 
 For underneath Thy sheltering wings 
 Hell's marshalled hosts can do no harm. 
 
 OCTOBER 
 
 jCTOBER came in with a warm, sweet 
 breath 
 
 And a kiss for the weakly rose 
 That labors to give out its sweet perfume 
 Ere its beautiful petals are froze. 
 
 She came like a queen in her gorgeous robe 
 Of crimson, and purple, and brown ; 
 
 When I come to think she is wearing with grace 
 Her same old last year's done-over gown. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 69 
 
 And with all the bright tints of the rainbow 
 To deck her and make her look gay, 
 
 Soon the breath of time's hoary old frost-king 
 At his feet all her beauties will lay. 
 
 But complain not, because all her glories 
 Must be changed, yea, must fall and decay, 
 
 For remember that God, in His mercy, 
 Will give back far more sweetness in May. 
 
 COCK-ROBIN AND HEN-ROBIN 
 
 COCK-ROBIN and hen-robin, on a June day, 
 Had met at a neighboring well 
 To talk over matters pertaining to life 
 And each had a story to tell. 
 
 They talked of the ills and troubles of life. 
 
 Of joys and of spats by the way; 
 And each one tried to prove they were right 
 
 And the wrong on the other to lay. 
 
 He told of the spiders and bugs he had seen 
 
 In a barn but a little way off ; 
 He said that spiders would stop diarrhoea, 
 
 And was also quite good for a cough. 
 
 She said I care nothing for spiders or bugs. 
 
 Such nonsense I haughtily spurn, 
 I long for a mate with a nest for a home, 
 
 And give me a diet of worm. 
 
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 He said, I care nothing for worm or for mate, 
 All of which you know very well ; 
 
 And if my advice and kindness you spurn, 
 You, your nest, and your worm, go to — . 
 
 She replied, Dear, robin, don't be quite so rude. 
 Remember I'm young, and must learn 
 
 How to please my dear robin in keeping a house. 
 Though I be deprived of a worm. 
 
 And parting, they each went their several ways. 
 
 For each had humbled their pride. 
 But before the sun set the following day 
 
 They had made up and both took a ride. 
 
 (Suggested by some lines in the Christian 
 
 Herald) 
 (January 15, ipop). 
 
 IN GOD WE TRUST 
 
 '5 
 
 ^i^jfN God we trust," the words are grand, 
 
 But let us see how matters stand. 
 For if it's true, then nations strong 
 Are judging us poor mortals wrong. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 71 
 
 For oft we read in letters bold 
 Our nation has no god but gold ; 
 To see if these harsh words are true, 
 Let's look at what our people do. 
 
 Railroads and trusts, from greed of gold, 
 Are robbing all, both young and old ; 
 
 The orphan's cry, the widow's tears 
 Are met with scorn, perhaps with jeers. 
 
 Officers high in church and state 
 Are trusting all to luck or fate ; 
 Thousands to ball-games daily flock. 
 While others gamble, buying stocks. 
 
 They all go in to win or bust, 
 With money marked "In God we trust," 
 And bankers, too, with diamonds decked. 
 Have of confiding friends made wrecks. 
 
 And few of this increasing throng 
 Are wearing stripes in prisons strong, 
 For laws are made to shield the thief 
 That brings to honest toilers, grief. 
 
 They mock the honest toilers' groan 
 While sitting high on mammon's throne ; 
 All this while statesmen (?) loud proclaim 
 "We'll stamp our coin with God's pure name." 
 
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 God of our fathers, now forgot, 
 Though we have sinned, forsake us not ; 
 The motto in our hearts make shine 
 So all the world may see we're thine. 
 
 O, make thy blessed word abound 
 In every heart the world around. 
 Then battleships no more need plow 
 The mighty deep with glistening prow. 
 
 Seek first God's kingdom and His grace, 
 Have love for all the human race. 
 Then on our coin thy blessed name 
 Will never cause the blush of shame. 
 
 With Christ's pure love within each breast. 
 The whole wide world will be at rest. 
 
 LOVE 
 
 ^f OVE soars to higher flights of joy 
 >^ Than can be found in things below. 
 And revels in the thoughts of God 
 And wipes away the tears of woe. 
 
 Love lightens all life's toils on earth 
 
 And closes up the open gap 
 Made by the cruel scythe of death 
 
 And shakes the dust from sorrow's lap. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 73 
 
 Love viewed the awful formless void 
 That brooded o'er eternal space, 
 
 And moved the Lord to speak the word 
 That made great worlds whirl into space. 
 
 Love saw the diadem of life 
 
 Fall from the brow of sinful man 
 
 And to redeem his soul from hell 
 Devised salvation's mystic plan. 
 
 'Twas love that caused our Saviour dear 
 To yield His live upon the cross 
 
 That sinners, though we all have been, 
 Through faith in Him might not be lost. 
 
 BEFORE I CROSS OVER THE BAR 
 
 ^|WHi[HILE the wind and the waves are propi- 
 \iK^ tious 
 
 And my craft moving on without jar, 
 May I serve and adore my Redeemer 
 
 Before I cross over the bar. 
 
 Not because I am worthy His blessings 
 
 Which surround me from near and from far, 
 
 May the Saviour in mercy still guide me 
 Before I cross over the bar. 
 
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 And when sorrows and death shall assail me 
 May my faith point to Bethlehem's star 
 
 And my pilot make heaven a surety 
 Before I cross over the bar. 
 
 THE ALABASTER BOX AND LOVE 
 
 /^iKHE alabaster box was broke, 
 ^u^ The precious ointment spread 
 By loving heart and trembling hands 
 Upon the Saviour's head. 
 
 *Twas Mary who, a sinful life 
 
 Had lived in former years, 
 Forgiven now by Jesus' love. 
 
 She washed His feet with tears. 
 
 And when on resurrection morn 
 'Midst Easter's fragrant bloom. 
 
 She hurried forth her Lord to seek 
 And met Him at the tomb. 
 
 
 
 DRIFTING 
 
 N the tide of life's ocean, we're drifting 
 along. 
 
 The waves may be high, may be low, or be strong 
 If our helm is guided by God's gracious hand 
 We know that on heaven's bright shore we shall 
 land. 
 
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 What a comfort to know when our voyage is o'er 
 That sorrows and partings will cease evermore. 
 And with those who on earth were enshrined in 
 
 our hearts 
 We will worship our Saviour who nevermore 
 
 parts. 
 
 Any loved ones who followed through sorrow and 
 
 strife 
 The voice of their Leader who laid down His 
 
 life 
 To save us from hell by His own precious blood. 
 And fit us for kings and for priests to our God. 
 
 O think of this Leader to guide us through life, 
 O think we are saved from all sorrow and strife, 
 O think from our loved ones we'll part nevermore, 
 O think of our Saviour, to love and adore 1 
 
 REPENTANCE 
 
 j|*OR seven months I gladly tried 
 ^Jl To lend a helping hand 
 
 To one I longed to see succeed 
 In leading fashion's band. 
 
 But when I found mismanagement 
 
 And lavish waste of lucre, 
 I then began to feel that they 
 
 Intended me to euchre. 
 
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 And goaded by reports I heard 
 
 Of insufficient surety, 
 I then betook myself to law 
 
 To seek my own security. 
 
 In this I erred, and here confess. 
 With sorrow and with grief, 
 
 And ask Thy sovereign mercy, Lord, 
 To give them swift relief. 
 
 Lord, may I not in mercy's name 
 
 Thy gracious mercy plead, 
 For being selfish or unkind 
 
 To those who help did need. 
 
 I've prayed, O, Lord, thou knowest well. 
 For means to help the poor, 
 
 And grace to look with pitying eye 
 On those who sought my door, 
 
 But when the golden moment came, 
 
 I fell and went astray ; 
 Deceived by Satan's cunning wiles, 
 
 I chose the evil way. 
 
 And now, forgiving God, I pray 
 
 This may a lesson be, 
 And as I need Thy help I may 
 
 Help those who ask of me. 
 
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 MOODS AND MELODIES 77, 
 
 HOPING 
 
 [HEN the lullaby song of my life has been 
 sung 
 
 And I pass from this life to the dead. 
 May Jehovah in mercy give courage and faith 
 To relieve me from terror or dread. 
 
 And as through the dark shadowy valley of death 
 My poor soul shall be carried along, 
 
 May my blessed Redeemer be close to my side 
 Saying, "Fear not, my child, but be strong." 
 
 And when Jordan's cold waves have been passed 
 and we stand 
 In the haven of love and of song, 
 Filled with anthems of praise for my Saviour who 
 died 
 May I sing with the glorified throng. 
 
 Songs of praise to the Father, the Spirit, and 
 
 Son 
 For salvation for sinners like me, 
 .Of his own sovereign grace we are washed and 
 
 made white 
 By His blood that was shed on the tree. 
 
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 Could we praise all the time through eternity vast 
 Our redeemer who now reigns above, 
 
 All our efforts would utterly fail to express 
 The unspeakable depths of his love. 
 
 WHY 
 
 ME are growing old, my brother. 
 And it's hard to understand 
 Why the vigor of our boyhood 
 
 Should have passed beyond command, 
 
 Of our minds which growing stronger 
 Comprehend with clearer light 
 
 All the problems that confront us 
 In this world of wrong and right. 
 
 Why our minds seem growing stronger 
 
 And our bodies growing old. 
 Is a problem for the future 
 
 With its wisdom to unfold. 
 
 Philosophers are plenty, 
 
 And their sayings very bold, 
 But they cannot give the reason 
 
 For our bodies growing old. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 79 
 
 Astronomers may view the stars 
 
 And their beauty all unfold. 
 But they cannot give the reason 
 
 For our bodies growing old. 
 
 Geologists with bilious look. 
 
 Which betokens surplus gall. 
 Assert for truth our earth was made 
 
 Ages long before the fall. 
 
 In vain frail man may scan God's works, 
 
 His wisdom to unfold. 
 But in His word they can find out 
 
 Why our bodies do grow old. 
 
 Yes, praise the Lord who knows all things. 
 
 He has the reason given. 
 Our bodies "shall to dust return," 
 
 Our spirits go to heaven. 
 
 THE YULETIDE 1910 
 
 -y|K HE yuletide season is at hand 
 ^U/ And our hearts with joy beat higH, 
 While many faces eastward turn 
 And by faith they hear the cry 
 Of angel voices singing 
 "Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
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 And the sweet-toned bells are waiting 
 
 Till their joyous tongues can tell 
 A sinful world still sleeping, 
 
 That sweet song we love so well — 
 "Glory to God in the highest" 
 The heavenly host proclaim. 
 
 Let us join this glorious anthem 
 As it floats o'er hill and plain, 
 And adore and worship Jesus 
 With the angel's sweet refrain, 
 Hallelujah to the Father, 
 To the Spirit, and the Son, 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
 To the blessed Three in One. 
 
 CUPID 
 
 CUPID one night after business hours, 
 Say, from ten o'clock until two. 
 Went off to sleep in a new-blown rose 
 And to bathe in the falling dew. 
 
 His sleep was cozy and sweet, but short, 
 For before his night's work was done 
 
 He had kindled love's undying flame 
 In two hearts that must now be one. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 81 
 
 So the gardener came and cut the flower. 
 
 Thus disturbing poor cupid's rest, 
 And placed it with others sweet and rare 
 
 To be pinned on the lady's breast. 
 
 And when the pair at the altar stood. 
 And vowed their love always should last, 
 
 Cupid stood by with dimples and smiles 
 And covered his bright eyes and laughed. 
 
 # 
 
 GO TEACH 
 
 O herald the news of a Saviour here 
 
 In this world of commercial strife and 
 
 sm, 
 Ready to save all the high or the low 
 Who will open their hearts and let Him in. 
 
 Go herald the news of a coming glory. 
 For those who will trust in a Saviour slain, 
 
 But sorrows and shame for those who reject 
 His infinite love with haughty disdain. 
 
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 THE BASHFUL LOVER 
 
 KNOW a lovely lady that my lonely heart 
 could cheer, 
 
 i 
 
 But she lives so very far away I don't see her 
 
 once a year. 
 She has never said she loves me, but I know her 
 
 heart is true, 
 Yet I fear to pop the question in a letter, wouldn't 
 
 you ? 
 
 So I'll write and say I'm coming, but I fear I'll 
 
 be too late, 
 For to find my Mae Bell waiting by the little 
 
 wicket gate, 
 If I do I'll fondly clasp her in one long and fond 
 
 embrace 
 And ask her to become my wife, though she slap 
 
 me in the face. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 83 
 
 THE VOICE 
 
 ll^ HEED the sweet voice of the Saviour call- 
 Ki^ ing, 
 
 Saying, "Come unto me and rest. 
 Your burden is heavy and hard to be borne. 
 
 Why longer with sin be oppressed?" 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 Delay not, dear sinner, to-day is His time, 
 
 Salvation accept and be wise ; 
 He's calling you now, but remember He says, 
 
 "My Spirit shall not always strive." 
 
 The voice of the Saviour is tender and kind, 
 And he pleads like a friend with friend ; 
 
 He promises strength to the weary and faint 
 And grace to endure to the end. 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 He sees you are straying in dangerous paths 
 
 Of sin, full of sorrow and gold, 
 And He asks you to come to His banquet of love 
 
 That is spread in His spacious fold. 
 
84 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 O, come while He waits to receive you to-night. 
 To His spear-pierced bosom of love ; 
 
 And washed by His blood He will give you a 
 crown 
 To wear in His mansions above. 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 {Exceptions taken to a sermon preached by Dr. 
 W. H. T. in the First Baptist Church, June I2, 
 iQio, in which he said God could not blot out our 
 sins and remember them no more. Text, Mat' 
 thew p:2.) 
 
 ^UT of the vast eternal depths 
 Of truth and love divine, 
 The beauty of the character 
 Of Jesus is sublime. 
 
 
 
 He said, with only Godlike love 
 
 Thy sins forgiven be, 
 And then with majesty and power 
 
 The palsied limbs set free. 
 
 Unfathomable power and love 
 He here to all made known. 
 
 And showed by mercy all divine 
 His right to kingly throne. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 85 
 
 And yet we read His precious word 
 With mingled faith and doubt, 
 
 And claim this mighty loving God 
 Our sins cannot blot out. 
 
 If we by reason cannot tell 
 What makes the lily white, 
 
 The daisy crimson, pink or blue, 
 Then tell me by what right 
 
 We limit God's infinite power 
 
 Our sins to put away 
 And then remember nevermore 
 
 Throughout eternal day ? 
 
 If chemicals remove a stain 
 From linen pure and white, 
 
 Why tell me that the spot remains 
 But covered from my sight. 
 
 Can finite man a stain remove 
 Completely from our view ; 
 
 And shall we tell omniscient God 
 'Tis more than He can do ? 
 
 If all our sins have been removed, 
 Why then should we persist 
 
 In saying God remembers still 
 A thing that don't exist ? 
 
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 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 If He five thousand souls could feed 
 
 On loaves and fishes few, 
 ^here then can we a limit place 
 
 On what God wants to do. 
 
 Can we by reason find out God 
 
 And His perfection know ? 
 If so, we surely then can tell 
 
 What bird in egg shall grow. 
 
 His thoughts are high as heaven from earth 
 
 Above our thoughts, He says, 
 When we can span infinity 
 
 Then we may know His ways. 
 
 Till then with reverence let us say, 
 
 "Dear Lord, without a doubt, 
 [Thy judgments are unsearchable. 
 
 Thy ways past finding out." 
 
 DOES SHE THINK OF ME? 
 
 OT 
 
 fITH lonely heart I sit and grieve 
 For the loved one I see no more ; 
 She passed through the gloomy shades of 
 death 
 To her home on the golden shore. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 87 
 
 Made perfect by the blood of Christ, 
 
 She hates a sinful world below, 
 But I think she loves one sinner yet ; 
 
 O, angels, come and let me know. 
 
 'Midst heaven's glories where she lives 
 I think she longs to see me there ; 
 
 P Lord, to meet her in Thy home 
 I pray my sinful soul prepare. 
 
 Then at the blessed Saviour's feet 
 We'll kneel and to our God give praise 
 
 That to redeem my soul from hell 
 His own dear Son He freely gave. 
 
 TO A FRIEND 
 {After the death of a sister.) 
 
 jCLY away, tender thought, over mountain 
 <JI and plain 
 
 To the heart of the dear one I love to call 
 friend. 
 Who sorrows to-night in her room all so lonely 
 For a sister whose life God brought to an end. 
 
88 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Go strengthen the heartstrings that now droop 
 and languish, 
 And stay every thought that gives sorrow or 
 pain, 
 May the solace of grace from the hand all divine 
 Show her now that her loss was her dear sis- 
 ter's gain. 
 
 Cheer up, lonely heart, and remember with glad- 
 ness 
 That the Lord in His mercy is willing to give 
 A reunion to all who believe in His son 
 
 With the dear ones who left us in sorrow to 
 live. 
 
 In the haze of the mystery that shrouds our frail 
 minds 
 We are catching slight strains of the joy over 
 there 
 Where, with Jesus and angels, our dear ones re- 
 joice 
 At the banquet of love our God has prepared. 
 
 Lord, keep us from grieving for those you have 
 taken 
 To dwell in Thy presence and sing of Thy love. 
 And fit us for joining the ransomed in glory 
 In the home Thou has furnished in heaven 
 above. 
 
MOOD S AND MELODIES 89 
 
 VOTE RIGHT 
 
 (Campaign of ipio against Vice and Corruption.) 
 
 /WT the call of the Lord we are marching to-day 
 /iA- To fight for the freedom denied us so 
 
 long, 
 A freedom to vote for the truth and the right, 
 And overthrow vice, corruption and wrong. 
 
 Long years have intrigue and corruption held 
 sway 
 O'er the state of our birth we once loved to 
 claim, 
 But of late so debauched by injustice and vice 
 The name Pennsylvania brings blushes of 
 shame. 
 
 But cheer up, my brother, the day-dawn has come 
 And the hand of the Lord now points out the 
 way, 
 Go vote for brave Berry and Gibbony, too, 
 Then virtue and justice and truth will hold 
 sway. 
 
 No longer the lash of the boss shall be laid 
 On the back of the man that works in the mill 
 
 To force him to vote for a candidate named 
 By men who live high off the brew of the still. 
 
90 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 No more shall the widow bend over the tub 
 And wash, that her children may have a scant 
 mfal; 
 
 In order to raise unjust taxes, to pay 
 
 The graft of the men in the capitol steal. 
 
 No more shall the mother's heart bleed for her 
 girl 
 Whose cradle she rocked and to whom she 
 once sang 
 A lullaby song to her innocent babe 
 
 Who's now in a den that's controlled by the 
 gang. 
 
 O, men, who profess to be children of God, 
 And washed by the blood of the Innocent One, 
 
 Can party ties keep you from doing the right 
 When you know such corruption is openly- 
 done? 
 
 Let conscience dictate how you vote and be sure 
 What conscience approves will not cause you 
 worry, 
 
 Then vote for clean politics, virtue and truth. 
 And you'll elect our next Governor Berry. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 91 
 
 WHY SHOULD WE STRIVE? 
 
 f HY should we strive for gold that rusts, 
 Or honors man can give, 
 When Christ, who owns the universe, 
 Says "trust in Me and live?" 
 
 m 
 
 What comfort to the weary heart. 
 
 These words of Jesus bring ! 
 Despairing souls can now look up 
 
 And lonely hearts can sing. 
 
 From hovel of the humble poor 
 
 To mansions bright above, 
 To jasper walls and streets of gold, 
 
 And blessed with Jesus' love. 
 
 What tender mercy God bestows 
 
 On all His laws who keep 
 And trust His all-protecting care 
 
 While waking or asleep ! 
 
 We cannot hide our ways from God, 
 
 However much we try. 
 For all our thoughts both good and bad 
 
 Are open to His eye. 
 
 The good man's steps He guides aright. 
 
 In paths of righteousness, 
 And shields him from the tempter's power 
 
 In times of sore distress. 
 
93 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 And if, in poverty and want, 
 
 His earthly life be past. 
 In God's own mansions pure and fair 
 
 His soul shall rest at last. 
 
 IT STANDS UNCHANGED 
 
 >|ft^N the spindle of time, the canvas of life, 
 ^fl^ With its record of wrong and of right. 
 Is being preserved by a hand all divine 
 And hidden away from our sight. 
 
 The ratchet that fastens the great wheel of time 
 Can by no means be lifted at will. 
 
 Nor can we go back and correct our mistakes 
 And our ledger with good deeds refill. 
 
 If that were the case, we would all stand ap- 
 proved 
 
 In the land where time ceases to be, 
 And stand with the purified saints of the Lord 
 
 Before His throne on the crystal sea. 
 
 But remember, dear friend, and mind what I say 
 For you cannot trust all to yourself. 
 
 To pilot your train through a world full of sin 
 Where all seek either pleasure or pelf. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 93 
 
 Remember such assets will never avail 
 
 To secure you a pass at the gate, 
 For Peter, the solemn old guard, will make known 
 
 That your name is not found on his slate. 
 
 Riches, or pleasure, or social position, 
 
 That are sought for so much here, you know, 
 
 5/Vill only condemn their possessor up there 
 And secure him a place down below. 
 
 That is, if he trusted in such things as those 
 I have mentioned, to give him a right 
 
 To the joys of heaven prepared for the souls 
 That the blood of our Saviour made white. 
 
 Trust not in position or honor or wealth. 
 Naught will avail of all man can give, 
 
 A new birth is what He requires of all ; 
 Trust only Jesus, serve Him and live. 
 
 THE VINE 
 
 ^H^P from between some moss-covered rocks 
 ^Stl' There grew a delicate vine ; 
 And sought support from some sturd oak 
 Around whose trunk it might climb. 
 
94 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 But seeing none negir its barren home 
 Where its tendrils might be wound. 
 
 And finding it could not soar aloft. 
 It threw itself on the ground. 
 
 Then over the ragged rocks it grew 
 And covered their storm-worn face 
 
 With beautiful arms of living green 
 In festoons of nature's grace. 
 
 Here learn a lesson from this weak vine 
 That sought others to help but found none, 
 
 Make use of surroundings God has given. 
 Trust Him, and go it alone. 
 
 And if you do not achieve great fame, 
 
 Or riches, like some others. 
 Spread out the mantle of Christian love 
 
 And hide the faults of others. 
 
 BIRTHDAY GREETING 
 
 ^^f|rAY many peaceful birthdays dawn, 
 jjl^' Your heart and home to cheer, 
 And may you grow in grace and love 
 To'rds God from year to year. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 95 
 
 FAITH CURES 
 
 TTF you touch but the hem of His garment, 
 3i The virtue of Jesus is sure, 
 To remove from the sinner his ailments 
 And sickness and sorrows all cure. 
 
 When we know there is power in Jesus 
 
 Our sickness of body to stay, 
 Tell me, why He is not also able 
 
 To take all my soul's sins away ? 
 
 Let me come in the faith of the woman 
 The touch of His garment made whole. 
 
 And believe that a touch of His spirit 
 Will drive all sin out of my soul. 
 
 Unbeliever, by prayer strive to touch Him, 
 His heart is so tender and kind, 
 
 He is waiting and longing to cleanse you ; 
 O, seek and salvation you'll find ! 
 
 Ask in faith, for His word He has given 
 To save all who trust in His name, 
 
 And the glories of heaven are better 
 Than all of earth's riches or fame. 
 
96 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 What are riches or honors or station 
 
 That last as it were for a day. 
 When compared with the love of the Saviour 
 
 That endures forever and aye? 
 
 Heed the voice of the dear, pleading Saviour, 
 Remember the price that it cost, 
 
 The life of God's dear Son a ransom 
 To purchase men's souls that were lost. 
 
 CHRISTMAS, 1911 
 
 ME hail the natal day of Christ 
 With songs of grateful praise. 
 And at Thy throne of grace we tryst 
 To learn Thy gracious ways. 
 
 We thank Thee, Lord, that Thou didst send 
 
 Thy manger-cradled Child, 
 To teach our stubborn wills to bend 
 
 To mandates pure and mild. 
 
 Come in Thy love and teach us how 
 
 Thy name to glorify. 
 And may we in submission bow 
 
 To guidance from on high. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 97 
 
 May love for Christ our souls inspire, 
 
 To praise His precious name, 
 Until our thoughts shall be on fire, 
 
 His honor to proclaim. 
 
 Then we, like angels, 'round Thy throne 
 
 May hallelujahs sing; 
 And to the world our love make known 
 
 For Christ, our heavenly King. 
 
 AMBITION 
 
 Jf OOKING back o'er the years of my life that 
 >V have gone. 
 
 To be joined to that something, whatever it be, 
 That never knows change like the life of the Lord,. 
 
 And is known to all people as eternity. 
 
 What a strange revelation of things I have done 
 Come hurrying back through the vista of years. 
 
 The things I did then when ambition held sway 
 Now bring but remorse and the penitent's tears. 
 
 Cruel tyrant, ambition in all ages past. 
 At whose shrine countless millions of votaries 
 lie. 
 Who had chased the dim phantom of wealth or of 
 fame 
 'Till exhausted and weak they sicken and die.- 
 
98 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 The bugle-weed trumpet ambition that lures us. 
 Like the rainbow that points to a pot of gold, 
 
 Are a myth of dark ages we learn when too late 
 The siren, ambition, leads straight to death's 
 fold. 
 
 Alexander the Great, and Julius Csesar, 
 Are examples of what ambition leads to; 
 
 The murder of millions and then, like Napoleon, 
 Find defeat and exile at dark Waterloo. 
 
 Thus millions of innocent lives have been given. 
 To foster ambition for wealth or for fame ; 
 
 While the cry of the widow and orphans still left 
 Stamp ambition a spark from hell's cruel flame. 
 
 Be content with the things the good Lord has 
 given, 
 For in a short time you will rest in the grave. 
 Live at peace with all men and do all that you 
 can 
 From death that's eternal some poor soul to 
 save. 
 
 ELOPING 
 
 ^^O shun father's threatened ire 
 VU/ Two lovers sailed away 
 Upon the ocean, dark and deep. 
 In the morning twilight, gray. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 99 
 
 An awe-inspiring storm arose, 
 The surging waves, rolled high. 
 
 No voice of living thing was heard 
 Save petrels' piercing cry. 
 
 The proud ship strove to stem the tide. 
 And face the shrieking blast, 
 
 But all in vain for soon her decks 
 Were swept of sail and mast. 
 
 The father wrung his hands and cried, 
 
 My child, my only child, 
 May God protect your precious life 
 
 From foaming waters wild. 
 
 Hot thunderbolts and lightning hissed 
 
 Upon the clashing waves, 
 And yet through all this dreadful storm 
 
 The lovers seemed quite brave. 
 
 They clasped each-other's hands and laughed 
 
 Like persons driven mad, 
 Then Mary, to her lover, said, 
 
 "John, didn't we fool dad 1" 
 
100 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 JOY RIDING 
 
 ^UMMING, tooting, how it whirls. 
 Full of laughing boys and girls. 
 First the joy, and next the woe, 
 As around the town they go. 
 
 In an auto chauffeured well, 
 
 Flying like an imp of , 
 
 When a turn he tries to make, 
 Then he learns his great mistake. 
 
 For the brakes refuse to work, 
 And they feel a sudden jerk. 
 When against a pole it crashes. 
 On the ground the load it dashes. 
 
 Broken arms, and ribs galore. 
 End one merry joy-ride more ; 
 How did it happen? I have learned 
 The auto to a turtle turned. 
 
 No, no, turned turtle, that's the word. 
 And when the accident occurred 
 The auto skidded on the track 
 And then turned over on its back. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 101 
 
 At fifty miles an hour, you know, 
 Is now the speed they Hke to go; 
 And at that speed to make a curve 
 Is what the chauffeurs say takes nerve. 
 
 But truth to tell, it's lack of brains 
 That causes many deaths and pains. 
 
 WOMAN 
 
 ^^|rt[OMAN, our morning star, 
 ViJ^u4' To guide our infant ways; 
 Woman, our noon-day star. 
 To cheer our hearts with praise. 
 
 Woman, our evening star, 
 Our lonely hours to bless ; 
 
 Woman, to soothe our minds 
 At the approach of death. 
 
 God bless our stars. 
 
 May they ever shine clearer. 
 
 And ever draw nearer. 
 
103 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 SHE WANTED TO KNOW 
 
 COME, talk of the love that our young hearts 
 enjoyed, 
 And the rapture we felt at a smile 
 That betokened a heart yet unsullied by sin, 
 The sin of deception and guile. 
 
 Yes, talk of the love then so tender and sweet, 
 That beamed from each eye then so bright. 
 
 And the words of affection that burned like a fire 
 Lit up by a heavenly light. 
 
 0, talk of the night that we sat in the bower. 
 
 Surrounded by roses so sweet. 
 And the moon, in her starlighted path, sweetly 
 threw 
 
 Her silvery smiles at our feet. 
 
 It was there that we plighted our love with a kiss, 
 
 A kiss of unchanging true love. 
 That was sealed by the angel of truth as he passed 
 
 Up to the bright mansions above. 
 
 Cafi you tell me once more in the twilight of life 
 That your love has always been true, 
 
 And your heart beats as warm for your aged 
 old wife, 
 As mine does, my dear one, for you? 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 103 
 
 CONSTANCY 
 
 CONSTANCY, like gravitation. 
 Shall endure while time shall last. 
 Cannot be moved by any power. 
 E'en earthquake, shock or tempest blast. 
 
 Constancy of human friendship. 
 May endure through earthly life. 
 
 But too often like a flower 
 Fades because of sin or strife. 
 
 O, that human hearts like magnets 
 Could be charged from heavenly pole 
 
 With the constancy of Jesus, 
 Filling every living soul ! 
 
 Then estrangements soon would vanish. 
 And a friend would be a friend, 
 
 Though by trials disappointed 
 Constancy would never end. 
 
 Think how we neglect the iour, 
 And His word of love disdain. 
 
 Trusting only human wisdom. 
 Seeking only earthly gain. 
 
104: MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Still His constancy remaineth, 
 And our hearts with joy He fills ; 
 
 Still He pleads with love's devotion, 
 'Till He breaks our stubborn wills. 
 
 Gracious God, we plead Thy guidance, 
 Fill our hearts with love divine, 
 
 Then friendships here will not be broken, 
 Our constancy will be like Thine. 
 
 SABBATH, OCTOBER 1ST, 1911 
 
 ^ OW good, and kind Thou art, O, Lord, 
 To sinners such as I, 
 Who fail to keep Thy precepts just 
 However hard we try. 
 
 Yet Thou art giving life to all, 
 
 A thing we cannot do ; 
 Teach us to look to Thee for friends, 
 
 For joys and wisdom too. 
 
 For Thou art all and all is Thine, 
 
 Around, beneath, above. 
 The beauties of the earth and sky 
 
 All show Thy wondrous love. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 105 
 
 Help us to praise Thy glorious name, 
 
 For this sweet day of rest, 
 And for Thy gracious word divine 
 
 By which we all are blessed. 
 
 Help us to read each line with care. 
 
 In faith with filial love, 
 And find the peace, the joy divine, 
 
 That comes from God above. 
 
 Forgive wherein we have transgressed 
 
 Thy holy laws this day ; 
 All for the blessed Saviour's sake 
 
 And this we humbly pray. 
 
 HOME, MAY 14TH, 1911 
 
 i^l^HE central sun of earthly life, 
 ^w/ A gift from God above. 
 Is home, though found in cave or hut. 
 But filled with Christian love. 
 
 Where parents teach the word of God, 
 
 And family altars raise. 
 To train the dear ones God has given. 
 
 To sing their Maker's praise. 
 
106 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 No wealth or fame that men acquire 
 Through selfish greed or lust, 
 
 Can be compared with joys that come 
 To those whom Jesus trust. 
 
 Dear home, where first a mother's love 
 First taught my childish heart 
 
 To trust in Jesus, Christ alone 
 Salvation to impart. 
 
 Sweet home of infancy so dear, 
 
 I seek you now in vain; 
 For strangers have your beauty marred, 
 
 To see it gives me pain. 
 
 The strongest bulwarks nations have 
 Are homes where God is feared, 
 
 [Where loyal sons and daughters, too, 
 By Christian minds are reared. 
 
 Now blessed be the name of Christ, 
 Whose word I trust and love, 
 
 He will in future coming world 
 Give me a home above. 
 
 [There in His loving presence, I 
 Will find my truest friend. 
 
 And join with loved ones gone before 
 In songs of praise, amen ! 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 107, 
 
 THE TIE THAT BINDS 
 
 /^fKHE tie that binds a life to God 
 ^u/ In fellowship and love, 
 Was never made by human hands, 
 'Twas forged in heaven above. 
 
 Once anchored in a human heart, 
 
 This tie which is divine, 
 Brings peace and comfort to the soul 
 
 And makes a life sublime. 
 
 No more can sin and strife distract 
 
 The soul that trusts in God, 
 For though He calls our dear ones home 
 
 We bow beneath His rod. 
 
 And feel that when this life shall end 
 
 Our soul will find its rest 
 With Christ and dear ones gone before 
 
 To live among the blest. 
 
 Full well we feel no power of sin 
 
 This tie of love can sever, 
 By it we're anchored to our God, 
 
 In Christ, and that forever. 
 
108 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 PERHAPS A BLESSING 
 
 I ECAUSE I cannot hear, forsooth. 
 To clack with those who can, 
 I'm set aside by old and young. 
 By females and by man. 
 
 But what a blessing in disguise. 
 
 It gives me time to think 
 Of something better than their theme 
 
 Of what to eat and drink. 
 
 The gossips of the day, thank God, 
 
 Have little chance to tell 
 Me of the social discords vile 
 
 That would shame a guest of u 
 
 The pessimist with solemn face 
 And filled with tales of woe. 
 
 Can't tell me of the evil deeds 
 Of neighbor so and so. 
 
 Then parents often love to tell 
 
 About a serious fuss, 
 Caused by a neighbor's saucy brat, 
 
 A wicked little cuss. 
 
 All this, and many other things, 
 
 I do not want to know, 
 I miss because I cannot hear 
 
 And gladly let them go. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 109 
 
 What blessings often in disguise 
 
 Afflictions seem to be, 
 Hiding from us evil things 
 
 We should not hear or see. 
 
 NOVEMBER 13TH, 1911 
 
 {In a terrible storm this afternoon I watch the 
 sparrows seeking shelter, and then wrote) : 
 
 -^ OVEMBER showed a kindly face 
 
 ^Ifjr Until at noon to-day, 
 And then she scowled and fiercely stormed 
 In an unbecoming way. 
 
 Fierce wind the snow in eddies whirled 
 
 Wherever one would look ; 
 And little sparrows shelter sought 
 
 In every friendly nook. 
 
 Poor little birds, my sympathies 
 Are stirred within my breast, 
 
 I wonder where you'll find a home 
 This night where you can rest. 
 
 May God who notes the sparrow's fall 
 
 Guide you to some retreat. 
 Where neither wind or cruel frost 
 
 Can freeze your tiny feet. 
 
110 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 CHILDREN IN HEAVEN 
 {Matthew i8:io.) 
 
 TT AM glad the Scriptures have told me 
 <^ That children in heaven shall be, 
 
 To worship the King in His beauty 
 And feed on the life-giving tree. 
 
 O, what would the world be without them, 
 How dreary, how dark, and how cold. 
 
 Would heaven be joyous and happy 
 Without a dear child in its fold ? 
 
 May Glod bless the dear little children 
 And help them to trust in His love, 
 
 In death may the angels translate them 
 From earth to His mansions above. 
 
 O, help us to love the dear children 
 So trusting, so roguish and wise, 
 
 The smiles of the Heavenly Father 
 Seems resting within their bright eyes. 
 
 The blessing of God rest on all those 
 Who teach their young hearts to obey 
 
 The precepts of Jesus our Saviour 
 And trust in His mercies each day. 
 
 At last when the ransomed are gathered 
 To dwell with our Saviour above, 
 
 May those who taught children to trust Him 
 Be crowned with His heavenly love. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 111 
 
 TO ANNIE IN HEAVEN 
 
 /W'N honest heart beat in your breast 
 AJ^ Toward man and toward your God, 
 And virtue's fragrant paths alone 
 Your earthly feet had trod. 
 
 Then God who loved you called you home 
 
 To crown you with His love, 
 Where you, with angels pure, may roam 
 
 Through heavenly fields above. 
 
 Now left alone 'midst scenes of sin, 
 
 To God, I daily pray, 
 For faith to trust His word divine 
 
 To guide me day by day. 
 
 May Christ, the precious lamb of God, 
 
 For all my sins atone, 
 That we may meet to part no more 
 
 In heaven our final home. 
 
 THE PANSY 
 
 2JJEAUTIFUL Pansy, brown and gold, 
 7^ Purple and red and blue. 
 With white tanned by the sun's hot rays 
 And bathed in morning dew. 
 
112 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Your gorgeous robe looks strangely rich 
 
 For one so very small, 
 For modesty and beauty you 
 
 Surpass the flowers all. 
 
 Strange that a beauty rare as thine 
 Could spring from out a clod, 
 
 No, 'tis not strange for leaf and flower 
 And beauty come from God. 
 
 And if we would be beautiful, 
 
 Like modest pansy sweet, 
 We must with faith and love be clothed 
 
 And kneel at Jesus' feet. 
 
 PSALM 101 METRED 
 (David's Psalm.) 
 
 A^ F mercy and of judgment I 
 ^^ To Thee, O Lord, will sing, 
 I wisely in a perfect way, 
 To Thy just laws will cling. 
 
 When wilt Thou come to me, O Lord, 
 And perfect make my heart, 
 
 That I within my house may walk 
 And Thy pure laws impart? 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 113 
 
 Before mine eyes no wicked thing 
 
 Will I permit to be, 
 The work of them that turn I hate 
 
 It shall not cleave to me. 
 
 A forward heart from me shall go 
 
 And wicked persons too, 
 Who privily his neighbor doth 
 
 With slander vile pursue. 
 
 He that is high of look and proud 
 
 Of heart I will cut off, 
 Nor will I suffer wicked men 
 
 My holy name to scoff. 
 
 Upon the faithful of the land 
 Mine eyes shall always be 
 
 That they in perfect way may walk 
 And serve and dwell with me. 
 
 A worker of deceit shall not 
 
 Within my house abide, 
 Nor shall he tarry in my sight 
 
 That under lies doth hide. 
 
 I early will destroy with death 
 The wicked of the land. 
 
 Nor in the city of the Lord 
 Shall evil-doers stand. 
 
114 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 THE CHANGE 
 
 ftF^lME is winging us away 
 ^w^ On golden wings of love 
 From scenes of strife and sorrow here 
 To scenes of joy above. 
 
 There sorrows somber robes will be 
 Exchanged for robes of light, 
 
 And sin's dark frown will ne'er be seen 
 In realms of endless light. 
 
 And O, the joy unspeakable, 
 Our Saviour there to meet. 
 
 Where we, like Magdalene, may bow 
 And kiss His sacred feet. 
 
 Triumphant Saviour, righteous Lord, 
 
 All honor be Thine own. 
 Sit Thou in glorious majesty 
 
 Upon Thy changeless throne ! 
 
 QUEEN QUALITY SHOE 
 
 ll^UEEN Quality shoe is so handsome 
 ^^W^ Attractive, becoming and neat, 
 You can tell by the face of the wearer 
 She is proud to be seen on the street. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 115 
 
 A neat foot is always attractive. 
 
 When dres't in a shoe soft and clean, 
 
 And this all may have if they purchase 
 The beautiful Quality Queen. 
 
 Queen Quality shoe is attractive, 
 
 Excelling all others in style. 
 And the comfort it gives to the wearer 
 
 Produces an audible smile. 
 
 Queen Quality shoe fits completely 
 From the heel clear down to the toe, 
 
 Yet the joints are so free in their motion 
 That the wearer is puzzled to know 
 
 How to account for the comfort, 
 
 The feeling of exquisite rest, 
 In their feet while standing or walking 
 
 That they look to see whether they're 
 dres't. 
 
 To those seeking beauty or comfort. 
 
 As most of us mortals will do, 
 Will find both combined, also pleasure. 
 
 In wearing Queen Quality shoe. 
 
116 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 THE HUSBAND'S ANSWER 
 
 MHY talk of the love, dear, that filled our 
 young hearts 
 When the dew of youth lay on our brow ; 
 The then baby love that our hearts filled with joy 
 Is a stalwart old giant just now. 
 
 The warmth of love's smiles that then beamed 
 from our eyes, 
 
 And would fill our young hearts with delight. 
 Were only a shadow compared with our love 
 
 Which now shines with a heavenly light. 
 
 Think not of the roses or moon-lighted bower, 
 They were emblems of light and of shade; 
 
 But think of the love that now burns in our hearts 
 With a heavenly light that ne'er fades. 
 
 The kiss that plighted our love in the bower 
 
 And the joy I can never forget, 
 But the joy of the kiss you gave me to-night 
 
 Is a sun, dear, that never can set. 
 
 And now in the twilight of life I can say, 
 My profession of love has been truth. 
 
 And my heart beats as warm for your dear saintly 
 face 
 As it did in the days of my youth. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 1 17 
 
 MARCH, 1912 
 
 ^ /TlfVIDST snow and ice and boisterous wind 
 ^jin The spring of Nineteen Twelve was 
 born, 
 And since the morning of her birth 
 
 We've had successive squalls and storm. 
 
 Through dreary months of winter's cold 
 We all have longed to see you come, 
 
 With smiling face of warmth and joy 
 
 And songs of birds from south-land home. 
 
 But here you are with frown and cry 
 And nose as blue as Damson Plum ; 
 
 In tattered robe of winter's cold 
 You look like any common bum. 
 
 Throw off your cloak of ice and snow. 
 
 And don the sunny robe of spring, 
 Bring back the blue-bird and the lark 
 
 And let us hear the robin sing. 
 
 Let smiles of youth and joy proclaim 
 Your presence to the frozen earth, 
 
 And warmth awake the sleeping buds 
 And give the crocus' new birth. 
 
118 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Give foliage to the trees now bare, 
 And verdure to the hills so brown ; 
 
 Bring sunshine that makes all rejoice 
 In country hamlet, city town. 
 
 Then we will drink your health and sing 
 Praise to our God who rules above. 
 
 For rain and sun for leaf and flower 
 Which all proclaim His wondrous love. 
 
 THE CROSS 
 
 -ytKHE rainbow arch of covenant love 
 ^U/ On thee its colors throw. 
 And peace and pardon from above 
 Makes thy rude form to glow. 
 
 The emblem of man's utmost hate 
 
 Is emblem now of love, 
 And death the wayward sinner's fate 
 
 Is changed to life above. 
 
 In thee God's love and mercy shine 
 
 Too deep for angel's ken, 
 And shows compassion all divine 
 
 To'rds erring, sinful men, 
 
 O, wondrous cross, we love not thee 
 But Christ, the Son of God, 
 
 Who died on thee to set us free — ■ 
 Him v/ill we love and laud. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 119 
 
 SUNSHINE 
 
 ' HEN the days are dark and dismal, 
 And the rain-clouds fill the sky, 
 Then despair almost abysmal 
 All my peace and patience try. 
 
 Then I long to be where sunshine 
 Pencils beauty on the hills, 
 
 And revives the sickly woodbine 
 'Till the air with sweets it fills. 
 
 Give me plenty of the sunshine 
 That all nature fills with cheer 
 
 And makes despondent life sublime, 
 Giving joy instead of fear. 
 
 Let me have the conscious feeling 
 That there's light beyond the cloud 
 
 And that God in all His dealings 
 Speaks with voices clear and loud 
 
 Saying trust not things that perish, 
 For they all must pass away, 
 
 But the word I gave you, cherish 
 And its precepts all obey. 
 
 Then when life on earth is ended 
 
 You shall find eternal rest 
 Where your faith and hope are blended 
 
 In the sunshine of the blest. 
 
120 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 ONLY THINE 
 
 -TT AM waiting to hear from my sweetheart to- 
 /v night 
 
 The few words that will bring joy or pain, 
 And I hope that my heart will be thrilled with 
 delight 
 As I hear my adored one exclaim : 
 
 "I will be thine only, my dear one, 
 Always and only thine." 
 
 Could I hear those sweet words from the lips of 
 my queen 
 Hallowed peace would come over my soul 
 And I'd quaff the sweet nectar from love's fairest 
 dream 
 While my life those sweet words should con- 
 tole— 
 
 "I will be thine only, my dear one, 
 Always and only thine." 
 
 Then through the fair bowers of life's golden 
 morning 
 "We would wander together in joy 
 And gathering flowers our pathway adorning 
 Only death could those sweet words alloy — 
 "I will be thine only, my dear one, 
 Always and only thine." 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 121 
 
 Chick-a-dee-chick-a-dee ! I would sing like a lark 
 
 If she only consents to be mine, 
 With her eyes full of light that now shine like a 
 spark 
 From a magnet of love all divine : 
 
 "I will be thine only, my dear one. 
 Always and only thine." 
 
 And when the death angel should come to trans- 
 late us 
 From this world to our mansion above, 
 May Jesus our Saviour let nothing deter us, 
 But speak only those sweet words of love — 
 "I will be thine always, my dear ones, 
 Always and ever thine." 
 
 THE VIOLET 
 
 /^ TINY seed dropped on the ground 
 <vf From where I do not know, 
 And warmed by sun and wet by rain. 
 It soon began to grow. 
 
 When from the earth's dark cell it peeped. 
 
 And by the light was met. 
 It dawned a robe of azure blue 
 
 And we call it violet. 
 
123 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 SPRING 
 
 /Sir WAKE, O earth, the heralds cry, 
 X^ At last I've come to stay ; 
 
 I scatter sunshine, rain and heat 
 To make sweet flowers in May. 
 
 Behold, the hills and meadows now 
 
 All dressed in living green. 
 The sparkling rills and gorgeous flowers 
 
 Surpass a fairy's dream. 
 
 And man goes forth with horse and plow 
 
 To stir the sleeping earth ; 
 He plants the grain and trusts in God 
 
 To give the seed new birth. 
 
 Man does his part and then the Lord 
 
 Rewards him for his toil, 
 And soon on hills and valleys wave 
 
 Rich treasures from the soil. 
 
 O sinful man, why should you doubt 
 
 God's mercy or His care? 
 'Tis he alone these blessings give 
 
 From out His treasures rare. 
 
 All this He does that you may know 
 
 The wonders of His love, 
 And that He longs to give to all 
 
 A better home above. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 133 
 
 O give your hearts to Christ in love, 
 
 Long not for crowns of bay, 
 Give God your love and get a crown 
 
 That never fades away. 
 
 FIDELITY 
 
 CLOSE by a mountain streamlet sat 
 A maiden young and fair, 
 With eyes as bright as polished stars 
 And curly auburn hair. 
 
 In listless mood she seemed to dream 
 
 Of days that come no more. 
 And on her dimpled finger fair 
 
 A plain gold band she wore. 
 
 The one that placed that gold band there 
 
 Was in her thoughts that day, 
 And well she knew long years before 
 
 Her loved one sailed away. 
 
 In search of gold in distant land 
 
 With which to buy a home 
 Where they in sweet content might live 
 
 No more to be alone. 
 
 He labored hard, his fortune grew, 
 
 'Till he was satisfied 
 To seek again his native land 
 
 And claim her for his bride. 
 
124 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 He reached his home and found his love. 
 And though he long had tarried, 
 
 Her love was true and so was his. 
 And they were duly married. 
 
 BLAZE YOUR WAY 
 
 MHILE you're young and strong and 
 healthy 
 And are fit for any fate, 
 If you wish to be called wealthy. 
 Seek it early, seek it late. 
 Blaze your way. 
 
 Trials sore may oft beset you, 
 And your way be full of thorns. 
 
 And your friends may all desert you 
 Under guise of social forms. 
 Blaze your way. 
 
 For the one who pulls the quinces 
 
 On October's frosty morn 
 Is the one who never winces 
 
 But will face the darkest storms. 
 Blaze your way. 
 
 And remember, success never 
 Seeks the laggard for a chum. 
 
 But is on the lookout ever 
 
 For the one that makes things hum. 
 Blaze your way, blaze your way. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 125 
 
 THE OBJECT OF LOVE 
 
 i^lKHERE'S a feeling of love welling up in my 
 xl/ heart 
 
 Yet the object I love is unseen. 
 But its sweeter by far than the dream of first love 
 
 And fairer than moon's softest beam. 
 
 For the object I love is my Saviour so kind 
 That He leads me by day and by night, 
 
 And though sorrows may strive to o'ershadow 
 my way. 
 Yet His presence makes all my path bright. 
 
 Help me praise Thee, dear Saviour, for what 
 Thou hast done, 
 To redeem me from endless despair, 
 And provide me a home with the saints of the 
 Lord 
 In Thy mansions where all is so fair. 
 
 Through eternity's cycles I pray, gracious God, 
 Let my poor tongue Thy praises proclaim. 
 
 And be utterly thrilled with delight at the sound 
 Of my dear Saviour Jesus' sweet name. 
 
 Hallelujah to God, for the gift of His Son, 
 Hallelujah to Jesus, the victory He won. 
 
 Let the angels adore Him and saints join the 
 strain. 
 Hallelujah to Jesus, our Saviour once slain. 
 
126 MOODS AND MELODIES ' 
 
 A PLEASURE 
 
 MHAT a pleasure to ride on the swift wheel 
 of time 
 As it carries us on towards the final bright goal 
 Where the dear ones that left us to dwell here 
 alone 
 Are waiting to greet us in the home of the soul. 
 
 In the home of the soul, where the heart-beat of 
 time 
 
 Will be stilled and yet life shall continue to be 
 Sweeping 'round the great open eternity's home, 
 
 Ever praising our God who from sin set us free. 
 
 The joy that awaits those who trust in the Sav- 
 iour 
 Is beyond the conception of man's fairest 
 dreams. 
 And we must await the progression of glory 
 That will fit us to gaze on the rapturous scenes. 
 
 But one thing we know, for the scriptures have 
 told us 
 There will be no more weeping nor sorrows' 
 dark night, 
 But souls will be filled with the love of the Sav- 
 iour 
 And will sing of His mercies with endless 
 delight. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 127 
 
 O, may the dear Lord give us joy in His service, 
 Even now while in bondage to sorrow and pain, 
 
 That the songs of redemption may ravish our 
 souls 
 As we sing of the love of the Lamb that was 
 
 slain. 
 
 THE STREAM OF TIME 
 
 OWN the stream of time I'm drifting, 
 Swifter moves the dripping oar. 
 Soon the hills of time will vanish 
 From my sight forever more. 
 
 Then what sights will meet my vision 
 In that vast unbounded space, 
 
 Will it be eternal pleasure 
 Meeting Jesus face to face 
 
 Am I trying now to serve Him, 
 And to make His word my guide, 
 
 Striving not for worldly honors 
 But to honor Christ who died. 
 
 Died to save poor, fallen sinners. 
 Not alone from pains of hell. 
 
 But to free them from temptations 
 In this present life as well. 
 
 Sweet the thought of daily service 
 In the Master's vineyard here. 
 
128 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 But O, the joy to serve Him yonder 
 Where no sin can interfere ! 
 
 O, my Saviour, cleanse me wholly 
 From the lusts of flesh and eye; 
 
 Fit me for Thy home in glory 
 And in triumph let me die. 
 
 A NAME 
 id- 
 
 NAME is but a passing thought 
 Unless that name with good deeds 
 
 fraught 
 Lives in the hearts of men. 
 
 In vain on bronze or granite shaft 
 Some strive to make their memories last, 
 While men and time endure. 
 
 More lasting than the sun the fame 
 Of all who trust in Jesus' name 
 And help the needy poor. 
 
 So if you would in memory live 
 Your purse-string open freely give 
 To help those in distress. 
 
 With some the Lord has put in trust 
 Abundance of the golden dust 
 To make His children glad. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 139 
 
 Therefore, if you are seeking fame, 
 God's wondrous love and truth proclaim 
 To all your fellow men. 
 
 Obedience to the God above 
 In sowing seeds of faith and love 
 Will bring a rich reward. 
 
 He who a sinner turns to God 
 From evil paths in which he trod. 
 Shall shine like stars, for aye. 
 
 THERE'S A ROSE IN MY GARDEN FOR 
 YOU 
 
 TT AM thinking to-night of a dear little friend 
 ^ Whose warm heart is so tender and true. 
 But she's off in a town by a lake far away, 
 Dear me, what can a poor fellow do ? 
 
 Could I fly with the speed of a bird o'er the hills 
 That are bathed in the sparkling dew, 
 
 I would soon clasp her hand and with joy I would 
 say: 
 "There's a rose in my garden for you." 
 
 I will write and make known that I'm lonely and 
 sad. 
 And the world with its joys seems so blue. 
 And I'll say there's a warmth in my heart little 
 Mae, 
 And a rose in my garden for you. 
 
130 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 There is peace in my heart as I look at your face 
 
 As portrayed in a photo so true. 
 And I send you a kiss now and bid you good- 
 night, 
 
 There's a rose in my garden for you. 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 Dear little Mae Bell, queen of my heart, 
 Come to my bosom no more to depart. 
 Pillow your head on my breast, little Mae, 
 Let me rejoice in your love every day 
 
 I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU 
 
 TTjf HAVE something sweet to tell you, 
 ^ It's the secret of my joy. 
 
 And I long to share it with you, 
 It is peace without alloy. 
 
 It is sweeter far than roses 
 Save that one on Sharon's hill 
 
 Which forever keeps on blooming 
 And the world with fragrance fills. 
 
 In this story I would tell you, 
 There is onty peace and love. 
 
 Which death can never take away 
 It comes from God above. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 131 
 
 Would you share my peace and comfort, * 
 
 Seek it just as I have done, 
 At the cross where Jesus suffered 
 
 And by death the victory won. 
 
 He will give it to the sinner 
 
 That will ask in faith sincere, 
 And will fill the heart with gladness 
 
 That before was filled with fear. 
 
 He is waiting to befriend you, 
 
 But He will not always wait, 
 Accept the mercy offered now 
 
 Lest to-morrow be too late. 
 
 GOD IS LOVE 
 
 '5jr OOK into the eyes of an innocent child, 
 J^ And note the sweet smile on its face, 
 And tell me in truth if the words "God is love" 
 Is a difficult matter to trace. 
 
 Look into your heart that is clouded by sin 
 Which is common to all of our race, 
 
 Then think of salvation provided for all 
 By infinite sovereign grace. 
 
 Endeavor to fathom God's infinite love 
 
 For all who were lost by the fall. 
 And that the spirit may help you to hear 
 
 The dear Saviour's voice when He calls. 
 
133 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 "Ho, everyone, come to the river and drink, 
 Though your sins have a crimson hue. 
 
 Is the Saviour's loving appeal to all 
 And everyone surely means you!" 
 
 When we think of the child, the heart and the sin. 
 
 The mercy that comes from above 
 And rescues poor sinners from undying woe. 
 
 We surely can say "God is love." 
 
 REFLECTIONS ON GOD'S MERCY 
 
 JftfK Y waking hours upon my bed 
 ^jfl^l' Reveal Thy graces so sweet 
 Of loving kindness so great 
 No tongue can e'er repeat. 
 
 Thy condescending love, O God, 
 
 To think of one like me, 
 Should raise my soul in rapturous songs 
 
 Of love and praise to thee. 
 
 Thy promise of sustaining grace 
 
 Falls like refreshing showers, 
 Or cooling dew on burning sand 
 
 To cheer the drooping flowers. 
 
 The grateful homage of my heart 
 
 In songs of praise shall rise 
 To tell the wonders of thy grace 
 
 And love that never dies. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 133 
 
 And when I am at home with God 
 
 Where sorrows all shall cease 
 O fill my raptured soul with love 
 
 To praise the prince of peace. 
 
 Then with the angels pure and fair, 
 
 In anthems soft and sweet, 
 We'll cast our crowns before the throne 
 
 At Jesus' blessed feet. 
 
 WHERE HAVE YOU LABORED TO-DAY? 
 
 'HERE have you labored to-day, my 
 brother, 
 
 In this world of turmoil and strife, 
 Have you sought the paths of sin and shame, 
 Or the paths of a righteous life? 
 
 Has lust for the vices in gilded halls 
 
 Overcome the conscience within. 
 Your heart which the Lord had implanted there 
 
 To deter you from deeds of sin ? 
 
 Or did sparkling wine from a gilded cup 
 Which you took from a jeweled hand 
 
 Cause your passions to rise and your brain to 
 swim 
 'Till your will you could not command. 
 
 Then charmed by the smile of a godless maid. 
 You were led to a bed defiled. 
 
134 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Where unholy amours murdered a soul 
 Once pure as an innocent child. 
 
 Where have you labored to-day, my brother, 
 On the fields of wisdom and fame, 
 
 Or were you picking the apples of sin 
 From the tree of dishonest gain? 
 
 Did you try to defraud your fellow man 
 
 To fill up your coffers of gold, 
 And drove the poor widow and orphan child 
 
 Out into the rain and the cold. 
 
 Did love of applause from sinful men 
 Turn your heart from the narrow way 
 
 And cause you to bow to the idol fame 
 Whose honors last but for a day ? 
 
 If so you have labored in vain, my brother, 
 For pleasures and riches that pay. 
 
 Or for pleasures that make the true heart glad. 
 Or for honors that last for aye. 
 
 Give up the lusts of the flesh and the world, 
 Turn away from their sinful snares. 
 
 And seek for pleasures that come from above 
 And frees weary hearts from all cares. 
 
 Go gather now in the vineyard of God, 
 Rich clusters of faith and of lore. 
 
 That fill yearning hearts with the peace and joy 
 That come from the Father above. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 135 
 
 The gathering time will be over soon. 
 
 Seek God without further delay, 
 Plead His pardon through Jesus our Saviour 
 
 For sins you committed to-day. 
 
 O! COME 
 
 ^^^ WEARY one, listen the spirit says come, 
 ^*^ The Saviour is calling to thee, 
 
 Take heed while He says in that tender, sweet 
 voice 
 "Come unto me ! Come unto me !" 
 
 The bride and the spirit say, "Come lost one, 
 come," 
 
 While Mercy stands pleading, "O, come!" 
 In the fold of the Shepherd dear ones now wait 
 
 To give you a sweet welcome home. 
 
 Dear ones that on earth filled your heart with 
 true joy, 
 
 Are longing to see you up there, 
 To join in the praises of Jesus who died 
 
 That you in His glory might share. 
 
 O, why will you grieve the dear Spirit away 
 And cause Him to take His last flight 
 
 And leave you to sorrow and sin in this world 1 
 P, come while he still pleads to-night ! 
 
136 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 LIVES AGAIN 
 
 (^I^HE soul that once was dead in sin 
 \hl^ God makes to live again. 
 Not for the sordid things of life, 
 But for the Christ once slain. 
 
 What hallowed thoughts now fill the heart 
 When touched by love divine, 
 
 Sin's angry words and looks give place 
 To Christian smiles sublime. 
 
 Then peace, sweet peace, the gift of God 
 
 Transforms the life within. 
 Where fear and tumult once prevailed 
 
 Because controlled by sin. 
 
 But now, secure behind the blood. 
 The precious blood of Jesus, 
 
 The soul in triumph sings, "I'm saved, 
 "I'm saved by faith in Jesus." 
 
 Dear Saviour, fill our souls with love 
 For Thee, the sinner's friend, 
 
 Help us to love and worship Thee 
 Till life on earth shall end. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 137 
 
 DARKNESS 
 
 jARKNESS broods upon the water 
 While our Hfe-boat rushes on 
 To'rds the pit of endless sorrow- 
 Where no morn of joy will dawn. 
 
 Brother only, Christ can save you 
 From an endless death for sin, 
 
 Open up your heart, poor sinner. 
 And invite the Saviour in. 
 
 Now He stands without and knocketh. 
 Pleading that you will not say. 
 
 Go thy way and I will hear thee 
 At some more convenient day. 
 
 Now is the time the spirit cries, 
 Brother, heed His call to-night, 
 
 You may never see to-morrow, 
 He may take His final flight. 
 
 M 
 
 WHAT IS IT? 
 
 (December ip, ipi2.) 
 [HAT means this stir in home and store 
 
 And people looking gay, 
 While winds are frosty, damp and chill 
 And spring so far away. 
 
138 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Is it because school institute 
 
 Is now in session here, 
 With pretty girls and jolly men. 
 
 Our staid old town to cheer. 
 
 Oh, no, that cannot be the cause 
 
 Our town has girls galore. 
 All pretty and as smart as whips 
 
 And bright in ancient lore. 
 
 But something sweeter, dearer far 
 
 Than literary feast. 
 Is turning eyes both old and young 
 
 To visions in the east. 
 
 By faith we see a new star set 
 
 Upon the eastern sky, 
 While shining angels fill the air 
 
 And shout the joyful cry. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest. 
 
 Peace on earth, good will to'rds men, 
 Their mission ended off they fly 
 
 Up to their heaven again. 
 
 The influence of the angels' song 
 
 Pervades the world to-day. 
 And fills our hearts with love to'rds men 
 
 And drives dull care away. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 139 
 
 P, blessed Saviour, help us live. 
 
 Not for ourselves but Thee, 
 And to our fellow men do good. 
 
 Amen, so let it be. 
 
 A THOUGHT 
 
 ^OW sweet is the thought that flies west- 
 ward to-night, 
 As I sit all alone in my room, 
 It speeds over desert and mountain or snow 
 Swift as rays from the sunlighted moon. 
 
 And there near the shore where Pacifies wild 
 waves 
 
 Ebb and flow on the surf-beaten strand, 
 It enters a cottage where roses combine 
 
 For to beautify pretty Redlands. 
 
 And there with one hand on her brow by a lamp 
 
 Sits a lady, now thinking of me, 
 And if I could fly with the speed of a thought 
 
 By her side in an instant I'd be. 
 
 And after exchanging caresses of love 
 We would talk of the joys yet to be 
 
 In years that would pass but too swiftly away 
 In our dear little home by the sea. 
 
140 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 WHAT IS THE USE? 
 
 MHAT is the use of complaining 
 When everything seems to go 
 wrong 
 If hopes that were bright are now waning, 
 Cheer up lad and sing a sweet song. 
 
 The trials that meet you are fleeting 
 And so are the joys that you prize. 
 
 The friends that to-day come to greet you 
 To-morrow your name may despise. 
 
 The treasures you long for will perish, 
 The house that you live in decay, 
 
 Your life here will soon be forgotten, 
 O, why complain, tell me I pray. 
 
 Cheer up then and look to the future. 
 That knows neither change or decay, 
 
 And friendships a million years hence, sir. 
 Will be as true then as to-day. 
 
 The friendship of Jesus ne'er changeth 
 To'rds those who will love and obey. 
 
 But will cheer and comfort His children 
 While cycles grow feeble and gray. 
 
 Surrender your heart to the Saviour, 
 Oh, why will you longer delay. 
 
 His spirit may cease to entreat you. 
 Confess Him I pray you, to-day. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 141 
 
 TITANIC'S FATAL TRIP 
 
 |ES, bright was the morning and sprightly the 
 ship 
 
 That started to cross o'er the ocean so wide, 
 And joy filled the hearts of those then on the 
 decks 
 As the sunlight played on the rolling tide. 
 
 Like a thing of life the great ship trod the waves 
 That murmured softly their lullaby song, 
 
 And all seemed happy as the daylight declined 
 While the strong, proud ship went rushing on. 
 
 As the night closed down o'er the watery plain 
 The young and the gay got ready to dance 
 
 With music enticing and hearts full of joy 
 
 It seemed like dreamland with f aries entranced. 
 
 In the excess of joy the waltzers whirled-round 
 All keeping time to the music's sweet charm, 
 
 But when the great ship struck an iceberg and 
 broke 
 The dancers grew pale and shrieked in alarm. 
 
 No longer the flush of joy mantles the cheek 
 
 Or smile cause the heart to throb with delight. 
 But all cheeks are blanched and heartbeats grow 
 weak 
 As death draped in seaweeds looms on their 
 sight. 
 
142 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 Like the feast of Belshazzar, all their joy ends. 
 And their laughter is turned into weeping, 
 
 And in the gray dawn of that sad morning's light 
 Many in death 'neath the cold waves were 
 sleeping. 
 
 How calmly some gazed on the spectre of death. 
 As the ship sank slowly down in the sea. 
 
 And played a sweet anthem of praise to the Lord, 
 "Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee." 
 
 We trust the good Lord heard the prayer of those 
 doomed, 
 
 To a chilly, watery grave that night 
 And when in eternity's morning they woke 
 
 They were with Jesus in His home of light. 
 
 SABBATH. JANUARY 5TH, 1913 
 
 OW sweet the calm that soothes the heart 
 This f rostly sabbath morn. 
 An emblem of the peace that fills 
 The sinners soul, newborn. 
 
 When from the love of sordid things 
 
 Our souls have been set free, 
 How plain God's goodness then appears. 
 
 How plain His love to see. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 143 
 
 O, that the hearts of all were turned 
 
 From selfish greed and lust, 
 To deeds of kindness, love and truth 
 
 And in God's word would trust. 
 
 Then on all holy Sabbath days, 
 The world would be at rest. 
 
 And hearts be filled with Jesus' love 
 Mankind would then be blest. 
 
 Then heavenly joy would fill all hearts, 
 
 Replacing grief and fear, 
 A foretaste of the heavenly joys, 
 
 Would then begin right here. 
 
 THE FACTORY GIRL. A SONG 
 
 SPASS'D through a factory room to-day 
 Where some hundreds of spindles 
 whirl, 
 And I saw among many workers 
 One wickedly beautiful girl. 
 
 It's wicked to steal from another 
 
 An auto, a buggy or cart, 
 But this beautiful little toiler 
 
 Has silently stolen my heart. 
 
144 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 My dear little factory girl, I love you, 
 And if you will only love me, 
 
 I'll give you a home by the seashore 
 And queen of my heart you shall be. 
 
 Her auburn hair and sunkissed cheek 
 And her eyes so tender and blue, 
 
 They haunt me now wherever I go, 
 O, tell me I pray what to do. 
 
 I'll seek her home wherever it be 
 In an alley or business mart, 
 
 And ask her to be my darling wife 
 Or to give back my stolen heart. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 ONE BY ONE. A SONG 
 
 ll^NE by one we are passing to the brighter 
 ^U^ world above 
 
 Where no sorrows cloud the faces there so fair 
 For every pulse is throbbing with the Saviour's 
 dying love * 
 
 And the hearts of all are free from every care. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 145 
 
 REFRAIN — SLOW. 
 
 O what peace, what joy to those 
 Who to Christ their hearts unclose. 
 Bidding Him come in and dwell 
 And redeem their souls from hell. 
 
 The joy of perfect worship at the Saviour's 
 blessed feet, 
 And with angels for companion's evermore, 
 We may sing redeeming love to the sound of gol- 
 den harps 
 As the loving Jesus only we adore. 
 
 Refrain — slow. 
 
 ON THE WINGS OF LOVE. A SONG 
 
 m 
 
 'HEN the King of Glory cometh with the 
 angels in the clouds, 
 And the Angel Gabriel soundeth on his trumpet 
 
 long and loud. 
 Then the souls that sleep in Jesus will awake with 
 
 songs of praise 
 To the one and only Saviour, blessed Jesus. 
 
 REFRAIN. 
 
 Away on the wings of Faith we fly 
 
 To the heavenly land so fair. 
 Away on the wings of love we fly, 
 
 O, wouldn't you like to be there ? 
 
146 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 P the joy of hearing angels sing hosannas to the 
 
 Lord, 
 As on bended knees they worship the only one 
 
 adored, 
 And with golden harps attuned to the Saviour*s 
 
 dying love 
 They thank and praise His name f orevermore. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 ^Vould you like to join the chorus in the happy 
 
 land above 
 At the banquet of the Saviour 'neath His banner 
 
 which is love ? 
 Let your lamps be trimmed and buminff with a 
 
 faith that's all divine, 
 And humbly wait the coming of the Lord. 
 
 DEDICATED TO MY YOUNG FRIEND, 
 
 REV. ARTHUR M. GUTTERY, WHO 
 
 WAS ABOUT TO GO TO CHINA 
 
 AS A MISSIONARY 
 
 % 
 
 IKE unto Abraham of old, 
 
 God's call has come to you 
 [To leave your country and your home 
 And loving kindred, too. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 147 
 
 And journey to a distant land 
 
 That God will tell you of, 
 And in the name of Jesus Christ 
 
 Proclaim His wondrous love. 
 
 To those who all their lives have been 
 
 In ignorance of God, 
 When taught His word by you may learn 
 
 His name to love and laud. 
 
 Trust not in gold or human strength 
 
 Or wisdom of vain man, 
 But teach alone God's love and power 
 
 And His redemptive plan. 
 
 To free the captives bound in chains 
 Of sin and death and shame. 
 
 Go teach obedience, love and faith. 
 In Jesus blessed name. 
 
 And may the power of love divine 
 
 Of Israel's gracious lord 
 Protect your life and many souls 
 
 Give you as your reward. 
 
 And when the evening shades of life 
 Shall shroud your earthly life. 
 
 May Christ your ransom call you home 
 And also your dear wife. 
 
148 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 UNCHANGED 
 
 MHEN you and I were young, Lucy, 
 And the blood of youth ran 
 warm, 
 We could climb the hills so easy 
 And could face the coldest storms. 
 
 Your cheeks were very fresh and fair. 
 And the roseblush rested there. 
 
 To try to kiss that blush away 
 Was a pastime sweet and rare. 
 
 O how sweet the contemplation. 
 
 After fifty years have flown, 
 Of our trysting-place in arbor 
 
 Where we two were then alone. 
 
 A thrill of joy comes back, Lucy, 
 
 As I see your lovely face. 
 Portrayed so plain on memory's wall 
 
 That time can ne'er efface. 
 
 The ruthless frosts of time may fade 
 On your cheek the roses blush. 
 
 But only death itself, Lucy, 
 My true love for you can crush. 
 
MOODS AND MELODIES 149 
 
 SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA. MARCH 17, 
 1914 
 
 (After hearing a Clairvoyant pretending to tell 
 the future events of a man's life.) 
 
 ^I^REAT God, my days are in Thy hand, 
 lEP Mine end I cannot see, 
 O, give me faith to trust Thy love 
 And leave my way to Thee. 
 
 And when in doubt which way to go. 
 And all seems dark and drear, 
 
 O, take my hand and lead me on. 
 And free me from all fear. 
 
 The blight of sin has dimned my sight. 
 
 How can I know the way. 
 My future all is in Thy hand, 
 
 Each moment and each day. 
 
 In vain, presumptions man may strive 
 
 Thy hidden ways to show 
 And future destinies reveal 
 
 Of pleasures or of woe. 
 
 Then let each day unfold Thy will 
 
 To me that I may know 
 How best to honor Thee, my God, 
 
 From whom all blessings flow. 
 
150 MOODS AND MELODIES 
 
 And when at last my time has come. 
 
 To leave this house of clay, 
 Accept my soul for Christ's dear sake 
 
 Before I pass away. 
 
 SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA, APRIL, 1914 
 {Easter thoughts for friends at home.) 
 
 
 
 NCE more time, changing, promises 
 To us new joys to bring 
 And with his sunny finger points 
 To signs of coming spring. 
 
 He says, "Behold the shriveled bud. 
 
 New life begins to show. 
 Behold, the streams once bound by ice, 
 
 Will soon begin to flow. 
 
 "I soon will give the hills, now brown, 
 
 A coat of living green. 
 And on the trees so bare and gray 
 
 Bright leaves will soon be seen. 
 
 "These voiceless signs of love and power 
 
 I, Christ, to men do give. 
 That they, though dead in sins, may know 
 
 In Me, they all may live. 
 
 "They speak of resurrection morn, 
 When all shall li-'.'e again, 
 
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 In joys no tongue can e'er describe 
 Or else in endless pain. 
 
 "Each year I paint anew the hope 
 
 To Christian hearts so dear. 
 The resurrection of the dead 
 
 From graves so cold and drear. 
 
 "To homes of glory, fair and bright. 
 
 All earthly homes above 
 Where sin and sorrows are unknown 
 
 And filled with Jesus' love. 
 
 "May Easter morning fill your hearts 
 
 So full of faith and love, 
 That you long to be with Jesus 
 
 In His bright home above." 
 
 THE REMEDY FOR WAR 
 
 OW frail the efforts of mankind 
 To stay the tide of sin 
 That sweeps the earth with fire and sword 
 Above, beneath, within. 
 
 In vain we build peace palaces 
 
 And call the nations wide 
 To frame their protocols of peace 
 
 By which theyjvill abide. 
 
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 The lust for power, for wealth, for fame, 
 
 All honor supercedes, 
 To Satan's hellish teachings men 
 
 Seem perfectly agreed. 
 
 His banner stained with brother's blood, 
 Men cheer with dying breath, 
 
 Or hail with joy the bomb that calls 
 A thousand men to death. 
 
 This fiendish work is all because 
 God's sacred word men spurn. 
 
 And from His words of peace and love 
 To selfish lusts they turn. 
 
 Let them but know the love of God, 
 
 And cruel wars will cease, 
 And through the world with smiles of joy 
 
 Mankind will walk in peace. 
 
 [The love of Christ would make each one 
 
 As gentle as the dove, 
 3?Vhile o'er the heads of all would float 
 
 His banner which is love. 
 
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 TO REST AWHILE 
 
 EFORE I lay my pen aside. 
 To close this little book. 
 May God in mercy hear my prayer 
 And on my efforts look. 
 
 And if I've written aught tha's wrong 
 
 In mercy Lord forgive, 
 And bless the word that pleads with men 
 
 Their hearts to Christ to give. 
 
 His glory here has been the goal 
 Tow'rds which my mind has run, 
 
 And I have tried to teach frail man 
 All wickedness to shun. 
 
 And now I pray we all may find 
 
 The heavenly peace and rest, 
 Which comes to all who trust in Christ 
 
 And are forever blest. 
 
 THE END