ritttltri r.T":r:' LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, Chap.Lr:...A^opjriglit No. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. A L.O H A AND OTHER POEMS BY / MRS. MARY JOHNSON AUTHOR OF " MAC " AND " CARRIE ELLSWORTH ' BOSTON H. H. CARTER & COMPANY 5 SOMERSET STREET 1895 Copyright, 1895, By MARY JOHNSON. J. S. Gushing & Co. — Berwick & Smith. Norwood Mass. U.S.A. ANNIE JOSEPHINE AND A FRIEND OF LONG AGO NOTE The scene of the poem " Aloha " was suggested by the painting "Abandoned," in the Mechanics' Fair, 1892 (afterwards sent to the Columbian Exhibition), by Charles H. Davis, Mystic, Conn. CONTENTS PAGE Aloha ' J Two Nests 28 The Child of the Lighthouse 31 The Century-plant ^e Anointed ■ V! Midnight •••........ 41 Invocation 42 A Christmas Carol ^e The Tea-kettle 4- The Cricket ••••...... cq ^"*° • SZ Compensation ry A Church in Swampscott eg Our Baby 61 A Thought go The Wheat-sheaf 61; Marion's Reply .......... 70 vii CONTENTS Watching for a Sail The Snow- Bird . Song of the Snow-Spirit The Rose : a Ballad Trust . Patchwork . A Valentine The Pet Dove A Christmas Robin My Pets A September Birthday John . A Birthday Sonnet Inasmuch A Birthday Wish Robin Redbreast The Refusal Thanksgiving Morning Thanksgiving Harvest-Home A Guest A Golden Wedding Swampscott Bay . Answered . 78 80 83 87 92 93 98 99 102 104 106 no 114 115 117 119 123 125 127 130 134 137 140 142 CONTENTS IX Looking towards Jerusalem Crowned Our Lily Till He Come The Ivy Promise Manifest Tarry Not ! . The Patience of Hope The Pearl of Price Questioning Content The Well . A Band-of-Mercy Hymn A German Legend Hope . Light at Evening Susan Fenimore Cooper The Helper Rest . Communion Shadow and Light Li the Valley The Nativity A Communion Hymn PAGE 144 149 150 152 158 160 161 164 166 170 172 178 180 182 183 185 187 189 192 194 196 X CONTENTS PAGE The Wish 198 Absent 201 Grandma's Picnic 202 Comforted 203 A Child's Question ......... 207 Emancipation .......... 210 The Kearsarge . . . . . . . „ . .213 Long Island Sound 214 Sunset 216 ALOHA I 'nr^HE Ice-King builds his palaces fair, Decking their white walls with tapestries rare. Frost-robed, snow-crowned, on diamond throne Majestic Winter bears sway alone. Down from the mountains, on to the sea, The mail-clad river flows silently. And the larches, studded with brilHants, gleam. As they bend in the sunlight to kiss the stream ; While far in the glade, 'mid the rushes deep. The brook is cradled and gone to sleep. The leafless trees in the darksome wood Stand like hoary giants, brave and rude. They heed not the blast of the north wind keen, 2 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS As it sweeps through the valleys the hills between; Silent they stand, awaiting their hour When spring shall touch them with gentler power, And kindle all their life-currents again, And send the sap leaping through every vein. Down in their burrows marmot and hare Have sheltered themselves from the icy air; And the squirrel, deep in the hollow tree. With his store of nuts, is snug as can be. The litde birds far to the south have fled. Save the brownies that come for their daily bread, Seeking at cottage window and door The crumbs that for them make ample store. Hid in the woods the red berries grow; They know where to find them, these birds of the snow. The brown-eyed cows in the sheltering shed Stand patiently waiting with drooping head; WaiUng the barn-door's opening wide, As it turns on its iron hinges aside. ALOHA A well-filled manger, a brimming pail, Signs of honest exchange that never fail. The coaster's whistle breaks from the hill ; The skater glides o'er the frozen rill. And the sleigh-bells ring a brisk roundelay, As the horses trot on their homeward way. As nightfall approaches, the children come, Coated and mittened, hurrying home ; And the house-dog's welcoming bark rings out, MingHng with laughter and song and shout. The tea-kettle hums its wonted cheer, With floating steam and bubbhng spout. Puss purrs her content the fireside near — What matter the night be soft or wild. While home and mother wait for the child? ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS II Where a point of land juts out to sea, There stands a cottage built as might be For the lowly home of honest worth, With quiet joys and restful hearth. Long years ago a young bride came, And graved on yonder rock her name — Aloha ! Over the billows come and go The white-winged vessels, swift or slow. The gulls, far out on the rocky ledge, Seek daily their food at the water's edge, And poise in the sunshine that drips its best Of rainbow tints on the soft gray breast. Over the western hills are unrolled The sunset's banners, crimson and gold; And the sea gleams back, a sea of fire, Its waves pulsating like heart's desire; ALOHA While the stone tower's revolving light Gleams white across the gathering night. But round the lone, deserted ingle, The sounds of winds and waters mingle, — The wind in the pines, the surges' roar. The diapason of wave and shore; And only the gray sea-gull's cry Gives note of life as she flits by. ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS m Long, long ago the cottage home Was bright with childhood's laugh and song. The little group that dwelt therein Was merry as the day was long. For love dwelt there and pure content; The days in honest service spent. And when the evening hours had come, A flute's clear notes would, rippling, sound, Re-echoing the gray rocks round. Then, lulled by murmuring waves to rest, Came sleep as comes a gentle guest. A path from the cottage led down to the sea, 'Mid blueberry bushes and wild-rose bloom, Whose dainty cups filled the air with perfume. And tripping over the emerald lea, Came two little children, hand in hand. And crossed the strip of shining sand, ALOHA To look for clams on the rocky shore, And gather the sea-weed that drifted o'er, Where the billows swept the narrow ledge. And the path crept down to the water's edge. The boy was strong and brave and fair; The girl dark-eyed, with gold-brown hair; Her home the cottage on the shore — A little farther up the bay. His home, a fishing-hamlet, lay. So they were playmates, day by day; The wave-washed beach their shining floor. Born of sea-faring ancestry, Their mothers had no thought of fear, But gave them perfect liberty While waves were blue and skies were clear. Across the low, south-western rift Among the rocks, if dark clouds drift. Then they must hasten up the path, For shelter from the storm-king's wrath. ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS But otherwise, the long, bright day, Free as sandpipers they might play; For like young ducks they both could swim. While ever with them on their way Went Bruce, the dog of Newfoundland; And they were always safe with him. And often on the pebbly strand They built a house of pearly shells. Made bridges, boats, and tiny wells. And then the boy would, laughing, say, "We'll have, our very own, some day, A pretty cottage by the sea; And you my thrifty wife will be." — "Yes, when our ship comes in," said she. For this the word that in her home Answered to many a childish prayer. The mother, 'mid her household care. Loth to deny the little one. Would say, with tender touch and tone, "Wait, darling, till our ship shall come!" ALOHA She meant not to deceive the child, Nor knew her words were pondered o'er: She counted not the fancies wild, The shining hopes that rose before The playmates as they watched the sea. Or rambled on the rocky shore. The fishing-sloops sailed bravely out: The fishing-sloops sailed blithely in; And so, with years it came about, The boy, near manhood grown, would win The treasures of the stormy deep: His dream by day, his dream in sleep, The captain of his ship to be. He feared no toil that left him free To live upon the rolling sea. 10 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS IV They walked on the shore, and side by side Sat on the rocks, and watched the tide. As with rhythm soft to their feet it rolled. The sea was crossed by a bar of gold. The white sails fluttered on the bay. Where boat and schooner anchored lay. And almost at their very feet A pretty little brown peweet Scud o'er the beach, his mate to greet. The sailor lover drew to his side His childhood's playmate, his promised bride. He placed on her finger a golden ring, With a star-like garnet glistening. And a crescent cut from a moonstone clear. "Let these tell you what I would tell you, dear! But your name, my darling, your name is best! Aloha! (I love thee) you know the rest. Aloha! ALOHA 11 Aloha ! Thy beautiful, South-Island name, Songful of meaning, love's high behest, I bear on my heart in letters of flame, Of home significant, comfort and rest. Aloha (I love thee) sweetest and best! "Aloha, I go to sail the seas o'er; But fear not, my darling! A golden shore, With a pearl for every scattered sand, If the shells, low-lying along the strand, Held every one a diamond-light, — Would be less fair than this in my sight, — For the gem of gems and pearl of pearls Is my little girl with her golden curls, This peerless maiden, my heart's delight — Aloha! "Thy fawn-like eyes, so lustrous-dark. Shall shine like lode-stars o'er my bark. When far away on stormy sea I'll nerve my arm with thoughts of thee, Aloha ! — , My love forever — when my bride to be? — " "When the good ship comes into port," said she. 12 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Forth sailed the ship with morning's tide: The maiden to home duties hied. Cheerful and hopeful, brave was she: "Some day he will come back to me." But at the sunset's quiet hour She roved along the sea-girt shore, And listened to the surges' swell. With thoughts of him she loved so well. At summer eve she sat beside Her chamber window, where the tide Lapsed in soft music to her ear; When star by star came twinkling through The curtain of transparent blue; 'Mid growing darkness of the night Shone out the watch-tower's friendly light. Or when the moonlight far and near Spread o'er the sea its silvery sheen, — A path of gold the rocks between. ALOHA 13 And other nights she lay awake When storm-winds would the cottage shake And from its casement naught was seen Save curling mists that rose between The watcher and the sea-beat shore; Where crested billows, wild and high, Broke in white foam the red cliffs o'er. And lightning marked the lurid sky. The thunder's peal, the booming surge, The wild winds in fierce chorus merge; And o'er the swelling, angry main, The fog-bell's warning rings again. Her cheek pales, and her heart throbs deep; But hope and trust she still will keep. "No news were good news," cheerful say; "He will come back to me some day. Wrestling with storm, but sure to win, Bravely the good ship will come in ! " On her finger shines the garnet star. With the moonstone crescent pearly clear. 14 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS "His heart is mine whether near or far; And be it for months, or year by year, I'll bide at home with my parents dear, Helping their daily bread to win, And wait for him till his ship comes in ! " One night, tempestuous, cold and dark, She dreamed she saw her lover's bark Tossed like an egg-shell on the waves, Where breakers yawned like giant graves. She wakened with a frightened cry. — The dayspring flushed the eastern sky. A voice she knew was in her ear, A tone that banished every fear. A footstep on the gleaming sand! Up the steep path her lover came. With joyous shout and waving hand. He saw her at the window stand. One word he said — the one dear name, — Aloha ! ALOHA 15 VI The winter winds and storms are o'er, And June's sweet benison once more Has waked the earth with beauty's power. The clouds flit by in fleecy white; The sea with silver foam is bright; And land and sea in festal hour Rejoice in largesse of their dower. The brook by the roadside ripples and sings; The robin twitters, atilt on the bough; Afar o'er the hills the church-bell rings, And the bridal wreath crowns Aloha's brow. A year of charmed, idyllic life Was hers, the beautiful young wife. With him she loved she crossed the main; Delighted, roved a foreign shore; Saw mountain, river, castle, plain. And when their native land once more 16 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS They reached in safety, still her home Was the same cottage by the sea. Thither her bonnie children come; And far and wide though she might roam, Her heart has kept its fealty. Then years passed on in sweet content. Although her captain came and went, With seeming but short space between, It gilds the months that intervene. And living still, her gray-haired sire And gentle mother by her fire Sit in their armchairs; while the play Of childhood brightens every day. ALOHA 17 VII Far out at sea the lighthouse lamp Shone on the waters white with foam. The captain stood alone on deck, His good ship duly bound for home. Soft flute-notes o'er the swelling tide Bore "Annie Laurie," low and sweet, As in his thought he saw his bride Trip down the path his steps to meet. E'en dearer than in earlier youth He held his love, with manly truth. "A love-song! Would you think it so," One and another said below, "Of that gray, weather-beaten man?" — But through his life of hardship ran A romance and affection true. As through a web of varied hue. Runs, here and there, a thread of gold. As tender was his heart as bold. c 18 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS At noontide of a summer's day The ship came blithely up the bay. With eager eye and heart of fire, Homeward her captain took his way. For no one met him on the shore, With joyous welcome as before. Of merry voice and outreached hands. Alone he sped across the sands. No sight or sound his steps to stay, Till, as he neared his cottage door, His youngest child, a dark-eyed girl With hair in many a clustering curl, — The image of his heart's desire — Sprang to his arms, and nestling there, Said, — " Mamma is away — away ! " ALOHA 19 VIII Years passed; and time, with healing power, Assuaged the sorrow of that hour. But still he held, with lonely truth, In deepest love the wife of youth. No other hand like hers can seem; And oft he murmurs in a dream, "Aloha!" The child to womanhood has grown, A presence fair, with tender grace. Her mother speaks in every tone; Her mother's eyes look from her face. And the old captain, worn and gray, Finds his best comfort day by day. Within her pleasant, wedded home, A little distance up the bay; Where still he sees the white sea-foam. The waves amid the rocks at play. 20 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And in the quiet evening hour, The red star of the lighthouse tower. He turned not, listless or careless, away From the duty and trust of every day. But when nightfall came, and the world was still. He dearly loved to wander at will, Silent and lone, on the sea-beat shore; And listen, as to a mighty psalm. To the rush of the winds and the surges' roar; While the Spirit of infinite peace and calm Brooded his soul with its soothing balm. And often a presence seemed so near, That he said soft and low — no stranger might hear- ''Aloha!" And when the winter's shortened day Had given place to twilight gray, And all things seemed to float away, Wrapped in its veil of chilling mist, — When cottage door and casement fast Were barred against the coming blast, ALOHA 21 He sat beside the blazing fire, And listened to the wind-swept lyre. He watched the elfin shapes arise, Or with his hand across his eyes. As thoughts will wander where they list — Heard the waves dashing to and fro, And in the hearth-fire's ruddy glow Dreamed silently of long-ago. With lamp and book the evening hours Passed swift away; but when the Night Had drawn her tent of silence down, And snow on all around lay white, Then in the glass of memory His wedded home was pictured clear: Then but one form he seemed to see, One voice was in his listening ear. But never seemed she far away. His dream by night, his thought by day, Aloha ! 22 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS DC The cottage still and lonely stands; But neatly kept by careful hands. And now and then a little boat Rocks gently, on the waves afloat, Where, years long past, she used to come, With daily, joyous welcome home. There fastened the green bank beside, She falls and rises with the tide. But no one sees her come or go; And the wise fisher folk below Oft shake their grizzly heads and say, "The phantom craft is out to-day." And not a man among them all But hastens by when shadows fall. Many a winter's sped away, Forgotten in the blossoming May. ALOHA 23 June comes again with fresh delight Of roseate dawn and starry night. The flowers bloom, the birds return, To nest and sing among the trees; The wayside brook is rippling again, And the white sails swell in the western breeze. But rare is a footstep on that green shore, And rare the sound of a dipping oar. Over the billows swiftly glide Schooner and fishing-boat as of old; And the sea gives back in its ebbing tide The fleece-like clouds and the rose and gold. But the soft-clad hours glide silent on, With padded feet; and from early dawn Till o'er the hills the sunsets burn. No sound save that of wind and waves, And sea-gull's cry and peweet's note Is on the summer air afloat. The place is as the place of graves. 24 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The blue wave lapses soft and low; And no one sees, in the sunset glow, Still as a spirit a little skiff glide Close to the hamlet's sheltered side. Her keel grates hard 'mid the shifting sands; Beside her a gray-haired seaman stands, And makes her fast with trembling hands. What seeks he there in the sunset light? His hand is brown, but his soul is white. Never a treasure he comes to hide : His treasure was cloistered the cliffs beside, Many a long, sad year ago. Where the briar-rose blooms, and falls the snow The name on the rock, the name on a grave, Is washed at high tide by the surf-crested wave, Aloha ! ALOHA 25 He opened wide the cottage door, And feebly crossed the sanded floor. He reached the window she liked best — Its lattice opened to the west. "Here stands the settle as of old. How oft we watched the red and gold, Together, from this quiet place ! I see e'en now thy form of grace, The rose-bloom of thy cheek so fair; The clinging tendrils of thy hair, That, curling, swept thy shoulder down; Thy fawn-like eyes of lustrous brown, — Aloha ! "Well do I know thou'rt blessed above; But could'st thou come one minute, love, 26 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And lay thy fair head on my breast, How glad would I lie down to rest, - Aloha!" Was it a dream, or was it true? The grace that maketh all things new? Joy lit again his eager eye. He seemed a presence to descry! A form of light beside him there, With aureole of golden hair. And fawn- like, lustrous eyes of brown. Peaceful, the old man laid him down. He saw afar an angel stand, One foot on sea and one on land; And lifting up a radiant hand, Declare that time should be no more! For on that mist-wrapped, golden shore, Beyond earth's changes, doubts, and tears, They reckon not by days and years; But life flows on forevermore. ALOHA 27 A halo crowns the silver hair; Low breathe the words of trustful prayer.- He turned his face unto the west; Over it stole the calm of rest. The sunset sky was all aflame j Once more his lips moved — with her name — Aloha ! TWO NESTS The brown-clad mother sits aloft, Serene in love's content. What cares she that admiring eyes Are never on her bent? To that small chirp beneath her wing Her listening ear is lent. What care I that gay-plumaged birds Fly past with scornful air, While in my snug, leaf-shaded nest I brood with mother-care The birdie cuddling 'neath my wing. Her wee note chirping there? There's joy enough in wind-rocked nest The little ones to brood. There's joy enough in quiet room To sing to baby's mood. 28 TIVO NESTS 29 For with my darling on my breast I know no solitude. "Che weet, che weet," the brown bird sings, "My little one some day, Through azure sky, on swiftest wings, Will trace his gladsome way; In richer fields than I have swept Warble a sweeter lay." "Sheltered and loved and cherished aye," This mother, musing, sighs, "My gold-haired girl shall be, as now Within my arms she lies. And ne'er such tears as I have shed Fall from her radiant eyes. "My girl shall reach a womanhood Pure and of noble grace; And in the ranks of helpful souls Shall gladly find her place; While sweet home joys shall swell her song, And glorify her face." 30 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Ah! now two mothers sit apart, Each with her grief alone. To each has come a bitter hour; Each makes her weary moan: "My sweet home-nest is lonely left, My singing-bird is flown ! " THE CHILD OF THE LIGHTHOUSE The lighthouse keeper said to his child, "I must go to the mainland, dear; Can you stay alone till afternoon? Quite early I hope to be here." She tossed back her hair with a girlish grace, As she lifted to his a brightening face: "Yes, father; I've nothing to fear. "With Kitty and Fido I'll have a good play When I've seen your boat glide by; Then I'll gather shells and seaweed bright, And watch the cloud-fleets in the sky. Oh! time will merrily glide away; And when you come, ere the close of day, To get a good supper I'll try." "God keep thee, daughter!" the father said, As he drew her close to his side; 31 32 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS His sun-browned hand on her golden head, While the light skiff waited her guide. Then in he sprang, and with arrowy flight, The little boat sped, like a sea-bird bright, O'er the sparkling, shimmering tide. The child stood still on the wave-washed sand Baptized in the sunlight clear; And the father thought, as he waved his hand. Of another yet more dear. Who had watched him, erst, from that gleaming strand. Whose life-bark sped to the better land, But leaving her image here. Quietly, cheerily, fled the hours Of the long, bright summer day; But lo ! in the west a storm-cloud lowers, Its shadow is on the bay. "Oh, father, I hope, will not set sail, In rash attempt to weather the gale," She thought, as she knelt to pray. THE CHILD OF THE LIGHTHOUSE 33 "Then what if a ship should pass to-night?" In anxious tone she said. "But can I? — yes, I must strike the light." She climbed with cautious tread, Up and still up through the circling tower. And, full and clear, till the dawnlight hour, The lantern's radiance spread. "The mist is thick; the bell must be rung." The girlish arm was slight; But the woman's heart to effort sprung; And out on the dreary night The bell pealed forth, again and again, While an anxious crew on that raging main Were toiling with all their might. The morning breaks, and the storm is past; The keeper sets sail for home. His heart throbs deep, as his boat flies fast, Amid dashing spray and foam. She touches land; and the chamber stairs Echo his footfalls as hearts echo prayers. He turns to his daughter's room. D 34 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS No shame to his manhood that tears fall fast As he bends o'er the little bed; And his kisses bedew the tiny hands Thrown wearily over her head. For those hands have wrought a mightier deed Than were blazoned in story or song, And the ship, with its wealth of human life, To-day safely rides o'er the billows' strife, Because the child's heart was strong! THE CENTURY-PLANT Thy voice, through years of storm and strife, hath led The nation safely on; And when the mighty words. Be Free ! were said, — Thou to thy rest wert gone ! But from thy grave, as from the cleft rock, springs The fountain of the free; And in the future's vista shines thy name, Inwrought with liberty ! In thy life's work and close, the fable old Is fitly clothed anew; And to all generations shall unfold A meaning deep and true. Now on that life's all-beautiful evangel. Fraught with the worn heart's weal. When written to the full, hath God's strong angel Impressed his fire-wrought seal. 35 36 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Long years of struggling will and burning thought, The. bondman's grief and thrall, And what the heart of Christ in man hath wrought, Have culminated all ! Yes, we who loved thee, watched the blossoming Of thy life's earnest hour, Forgetting that its ripening were its fall, — Lincoln, our Aloe-Flower. With tears, yet joy, the nation gathers up The stainless petals cast; And in the heart's herbarium evermore Shall their dear fragrance last. June i, 1865. ANOINTED With tender reverence drawing near, Hushed footfall and bowed head, The people gather round the bier Where lies the mighty dead. Nor these alone within the walls Where erst his voice hath rung: The Church of Christ in all the world In spirit joins the throng. For ties of country and of kin And churchly form and creed Could serve, but never bind this saint Claimed by all human need. Amid Westminster's pillared aisles, 'Neath Trinity's broad dome, — The listening people sat entranced; The word of truth came home. 37 38 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Home to all eager, longing souls That sought the Bread of Life; An inspiration, strength and hope, A peace that banished strife. Apostle of a Brotherhood Wide as the earth and sea. Where differing lines of thought could merge In one large charity, — No petty fences built he round This or that Christian flock. One in their Lord and Shepherd found, He sought not bar or lock. True to the church his childhood knew, He reached all forms above, Inspiriting her creed and rites By the great life of love. The poor and suffering blessed his name; Where fierce temptation pressed, He reached a strong and helpful hand To succor souls distressed. ANOINTED 39 His clear-eyed faith brought comfort down To hearts bereaved and riven: And little children climbed his knees, Sure of a welcome given. His gracious dignity of mien, His cordial smile and word, — What wealth of dear remembrances Among his friends are stored! "How fallen a Prince in Israel! Oh, bitter were the day ! " Thus men made moan, and women wept; And grief held world-wide sway. But listen! On the farther shore Sweet sounds the angels' hymn; To catch the glory opening there Our mortal eyes are dim. As angels see, and in God's sight, There is no real loss; The power of such a life survives — - The spirit of the Cross ! 40 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS His was too large a ministry To die with things of earth; Its ripening fruit in gathered souls Shall prove its richer worth. His influence never shall grow less, His words ne'er be forgot; The halo of the larger life Enshrines the earthly spot. MIDNIGHT Midnight beside the sea! The hour is still save for low-plashing waves. It is high tide. They, silver-crested, roll. And on the red rocks break with murmuring sound. All else is wrapped in silence — sleep profound. High in the heavens the moon rides royally. And sends the largesse of her blessing down. Till wave and rock and shore, till bush and tree Are clad in pearly radiance not their own : Like to the glamour that by love is thrown Round all within its clasp's transforming power, And shining, not itself, but by love's gracious dowefo Pity its dream, so sweet, is but a dream! — What if It meet fulfilment on the farther shore? 41 INVOCATION Abide with us, our gracious Lord! Thy Presence still divine Repeats the miracle of old, And water turns to wine. With eyes faith-chrismed we behold Thyself in gifts of Thine ! We bow in churches built with hands, And meet Thy Spirit there; Nor less, alone with Thee, we climb The holy heights of prayer. For never walls have set Thee bounds. Thou who art everywhere! We roam the forest's leafy aisles. And in the stillness hear The voice that to the prophet came With warning and with cheer. 42 INVOCATION 43 And sometimes wonder (little faith) To find our God so near! We pitch our tents the sea beside : Its diapason grand Of crested surge or ebbing tide Is written by Thy hand. And Thou dost tread its rolling waves With gesture of command. The power of Thy creative love The seraph's wings disclose, Not less the beauty shrined within The red heart of a rose; Nor where, in woods and waters deep, The regal lily blows. True to their orbits planets move, And stars forever shine; From the same word grows at our feet The partridge-berry vine; And bird's nest tilting on the bough Bears the like gracious sign. 44 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And children's "Now I lay me," said Beside a mother's knee, Rises to Thee, sweet as the song Around the jasper sea; For angel harps are all attuned Unto Love's major key. Though weak the human hands that do Thy mercy's errands here. The helpful deed is more than gold, Than frankincense more dear; And where love reigns, no room is left For aught of doubt or fear. And daily life may raise to Thee A hymn of richer tone Than all the varied minstrelsy Earth's vast cathedrals own. The soul in Thy great peace shall rest That seeks Thy will alone! A CHRISTMAS CAROL Angel- SONG and harp of gold Once the wondrous story told, — Christ is born in Bethlehem's plain, Born a child, yet King to reign! Round His manger reverent stood Kings of Orient, wise and good. O'er them shone the star that led To the Saviour's lowly bed. Bethlehem's star hath never set: And its song is echoing yet. Peace on earthy and unto Thee Glory in the highest be ! 45 46 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS With the shepherds and the sages, And disciples of the ages, Bowing down beside Him there, Thine unmeasured Gift we share! That Thy Christ be born to-day In our lives, we. Father, pray. Let His spirit consecrate All of life, or small or great: And His words, our hearts within Baffle all approach of sin! Born to serve, although a King, While from Him our help we bring, May that Spirit guide our feet In a loving service sweet! Peace on earth; and unto Thee Glory in the highest be ! THE TEA-KETTLE Hid in the long green grass it lay, A worn, forgotten thing. A laborer, on his homeward way, Found it beside the spring; An old tea-kettle, rusty, bent. Long banished from the hearth, Where it had blent its cheery song With evening's household mirth. A fair young bride had used it first, And, tripping to and fro, With blithesome song, her table spread Before the fire's red glow. Then little ones had gathered round To hear the kettle sing. And listen to the stories told 'Neath twilight's brooding wing. 47 48 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And many a tired or sorrowing one Sat where that hearth-fire glowed, And, grateful, quaffed the cup of tea The mother's hand bestowed. The house-dog slept there, snug and warm, The gray puss by his side, And ne'er to any shivering waif Was its home cheer denied. "Its day is past; it useless lies, Hid in this woodland nook," The laborer thought; and bent to drink From out the sparkling brook. But ah ! he started in surprise — Its use he had not guessed. Within the kettle's ample bowl A robin had her nest.^ The worthless, old, and worn-out thing To human hand and thought, — 1 A fact. THE TEA-KETTLE 49 To her a castle iron-walled! What more would she have sought? All one are little things and great With Him whose loving care Is over bird and realm alike, And hears the voiceless prayer. THE CRICKET Bound for the sunny land Brazil, She left the Cadiz shore, A vessel strongly built and rigged To ride the deep seas o'er; And favoring breezes filled her sails As nobly on she bore. There was a passenger aboard That paid no fare in gold; But ere the voyage was over, gave A price, as shall be told, That well outweighed the glittering coin As life's not bought or sold. A lonely invalid had brought, His homesick heart to cheer, A cricket from his mother's hearth. To have even that so near, 5° THE CRICKET 51 A sight and sound of home would give. The tiny thing was dear. The cricket learned to know its friend, Would nestle in his coat, Come at his call, feed from his hand, But did not sing a note. "Now, why is this?" he asked. — "Because Far out at sea we float. "They never chirp but near the shore," The sailors answered round. But as the fourth blue morning dawned, Lo ! an unwonted sound. The cricket's chirp! Again: again: The watch was faithless found. Far out at sea they should have been; But in the mist-wrapped night. The ship had drifted from her course. And lo! steep rocks in sight. They cast their anchor, scarce in time, With all their hurried might. 52 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS But for the cricket's warning note, Ere dawned another day, The noble ship, cast on the rocks, Had been the dark wave's prey. The tiny creature saved those lives, Piping its feeble lay. They sailed away along the coast For many a toilsome mile; And always in the twilight hour The cricket sang a while, Till rose before their eager sight Saint Catalina's Isle! BERTQi Silent, snow-crowned, the Scottish heights Stand glorious in the sunrise lights. 'Twixt their vast walls green valleys deep Are veiled in night and wrapped in sleep. Soon, through a window here and there Lamps glimmer on the early air. The stirring life of day's begun. And welcomes the advancing sun. Fast, faster roll the mists adown, Till morning's glow the valleys crown. A little later, breakfast o'er. The Highland shepherd leaves his door. 1 A true incident. 53 54 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS In his strong arms his three-years boy, The household treasure, hope, and joy. His faithful dog is by his side; And on before the flock has hied. The pleasant hours glide swift away, Till one wee lamb is missed — astray. The shepherd takes his staff and crook. And leaves his child in sheltered nook. "Here, Berto, see, your charge is here! I leave my bairnie in your care." His master's voice good Berto heard, And well he understood the word. His large brown eyes with gentle grace Were lifted to the shepherd's face. As he would say, "The trust confessed, To guard your child I'll do my best." BERTO 55 O'er rugged crags and beetling rock The shepherd sought his scattered flock. He found them; and to bring his child Turned to re-tread the pathway wild. But ah! the mountain mists came round. In vain he tried to trace the ground. Scarcely a yard before his face Could he discern in that lone place. Long, long he searched without avail; Of child or dog no track nor trail. Through scattered clouds the moonlight pale Showed him his cottage in the vale. For homeward had his wanderings led. At earliest dawn again he sped, With pitying friends; and for the child They searched all day the mountain wild. 56 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And when their fruitless toil was o'er, The mother met them at the door. "Nae tidings — nane?" she sadly said. "The dog cam home — I gae him bread. "He snatched it, and sae fast he ran. Whither he went I couldna ken." At dawn's first gleam the search renewed. For three sad days in vain pursued, The self-same tale told every night, — The shepherd next watched Berto's flight, And, following the line he gave. The boy is found in sheltered cave! Good Berto close beside him stands, And fills with bread the tiny hands. COMPENSATION The truest words we ever speak Are words of cheer. Life hath its shade, its valleys deep; But round our feet the shadows creep, To prove the sunlight near. Between the hills those valleys sleep — ^The sun-crowned hills! And down their sides will they who seek, With hopeful spirit, brave though meek, Find gently flowing rills. The snow-star, melting as it flies, Involves a life, A joy and beauty that shall be When Summer, with glad feet and free, Treads earth with blossoms rife. 57 58 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The seed that in its furrow lies, Awaiting spring, And winds that blow, and clouds that rise, And night that gems with stars the skies, A hope, a promise bring. For every cloud, a silver light: God wills it so. For every vale, a shining height; A glorious morn for every night; And birth for labor's throe. For snow's white wing, a verdant field; A gain for loss; For buried seed, the harvest-yield; For pain, a strength, a joy revealed; A crown for every cross ! A CHURCH IN SWAMPSCOTT The village church stands embowered in trees, Yet blessed by sunshine and ocean breeze; A green oasis 'mid summer heat, Sought by old and young with willing feet, A little stone church by the sea. With greetings one to another they come, Like children dear to a Father's home. The song of glad worship with bird-note is blent, And the prayer of sincerity upward is sent. From the little stone church by the sea. There may the tempted and sorrowing seek Consoling for grief, and strength for the weak. There are courage and help in true living for all. An answer to every need that shall call, In the little stone church by the sea. 59 60 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Baptized are the white-robed children there; And hands in marriage are clasped with prayer. The bread of life to the hungry is given; And the dead laid to rest with hope in heaven, From the little stone church by the sea. Peace o'er the lowly shrine broods like a dove. From altar to shore the worshippers rove; And time and care and sorrow grow dim, Lost in the swell of the tidal hymn. Blessed be the church by the sea! I found it in roving along the shore. Its word of comfort shall live evermore. For whatever lands my feet may touch yet, I am sure I shall never, never forget The little stone church by the sea. And when life's fleeting day, with its shadow and light, Shall be gathered unto its even, And the pearl-gates before me stand open and white. It will be a dear memory even for heaven, The little stone church by the sea! OUR BABY Little baby, darling baby, Born amid the spring-time air, With the angel in thine eyes. Blue as ever summer skies, 'Neath a brow of whiteness rare: With the gentle sunlight playing, And the fitful shadows straying Lightly o'er thy golden hair, Darling baby, thou art fair! Little baby, happy baby. Many an hour dost thou beguile; Weariness and pain and care Helping to forget or bear, By the brightness of thy smile. Winsome tones and gleeful playing; Almost might we ask delaying For thy life-bark 'mid the flowers Of thy sportive infant hours. 6i 62 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Little baby, loving baby, God hath called thee "very good!" In His image hath He made thee, And with innocence arrayed thee, Germ of spotless angelhood ! Form like thine He took at birth; Cradled, when He trod the earth, Such as thee within His breast, — Loving baby, thou art blessed! Little baby, precious baby, With thy birth a bright gift bringing; Angels tender watch are keeping O'er thy waking, o'er thy sleeping. Love's own glory round thee flinging. Read we in thee God's evangel! Gentle, loving, pure, and lowly. Linked with all things true and holy, Lovely art thou, household angel. A THOUGHT The autumn sun is shining bright Through woods of golden green; And silver-glistening in its light The rippling brook is seen. A little hand is clasped in mine, Small feet beside me stray, As down the lane this summer eve I take my quiet way. The boy's clear laughter echoes wide Through all the woodland nook, While oak leaves brown for "fishes" glide Adown the tiny brook. And with a slender forest twig To stop their course he tries. Then "Mamma, see, an old man's here!" In mimicry he cries, 63 64 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The tiny hand now grasps a cane; The bowing form and head And motion slow are copied all, With weak and wavering tread. O darling! should the snows of time Come drifting o'er thy brow, God grant thee then to keep a heart As innocent as now! THE WHEAT-SHEAF An Indian-summer afternoon, With light so fair and fled so soon, The sweet south wind just stirred the grain Stacked ready for the farmer's wain. And Ronald through the wheat-fields strayed, Till suddenly his steps were stayed, A child asleep upon the ground, Beside a bending sheaf he found. Her face and form of dainty mould, Her curling hair like burnished gold. At some quick word he thoughtless said, The child awoke, and, half afraid, F 65 66 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And half inquiring, raised her eyes, Blue as the Indian-summer skies. "Pray tell me, girlie, what's your name, And how it was you hither came." "I'm 'Mother's Lily,'" said the child; Her fear was banished and she smiled. "I've been playing all the day, Till my kitten ran away. "Then the pretty brook I crossed, For I thought she would be lost. "I've been seeking all around, But no kitty have I found. "Then I did not know my way; I was tired, and down I lay." "Tell me where you live," he said; But she only shook her head. THE WHEAT-SHEAF 67 "Never mind; you're safe with me. I'll find your mother, as you'll see." Some one whom he questioned then Said, "The cottage in the glen." Through the lane and past the mill, And across the rippling rill, He carried Lilian to the door Where the woodbine clambered o'er; While with anxious, grieving thought, For her child the mother sought. Kitty had come home before; Purring, met them at the door. Ronald took his homeward way. Thinking, "What a lovely day!" For the genial sunshine seemed Brighter than it erst had gleamed. 68 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Fairer bloomed the wayside flowers, As if brought from Eden's bowers. And a gentler breeze swept by, Wafting a bird melody. A harvest day! In swift years flown, The girl to womanhood has grown; And Ronald's boyhood given place To manly strength and thoughtful grace. They wend their way across the rill, Through the lane, and past the mill; And where the sheaves of ripened grain Stand ready for the farmer's wain. The fields lie golden in the light; The sky is blue, with clouds of white. Over the hills and changing woods The haze of Indian summer broods. THE WHEAT-SHEAF 69 The star-like aster lifts its head; The cardinal is burning red. A squirrel runs along the wall, And up a chestnut lithe and tall. And birds, preparing for their flight, Are gathered in the maple bright. "Once I led you, darling, home. Now again I ask you, — Come ! "Take the home that waits for you, With an earnest love and true. "Forever in my heart enshrined, Let your hand my life-sheaf bind." Lilian lifts her azure eyes, And they give him true replies. MARION'S REPLY "What shall I bring you, daughter?" The father asked his child, Ere crossing the Atlantic; And in his face she smiled. The look of her dead mother Is in her lifted eyes. "Bring me yourself, dear father," The sweet-toned voice replies. The "Africa" weighs anchor. A thing of life seems she, As outward bound she passes Across the white-capped sea. Young hopes, bright thoughts, go with Light hearts and faces glad; And varied memories throng her, Pleasant and dear and sad. 70 MARION'S REPLY 71 While earnest souls are striving Silent to bear their pain Of long farewell to dear ones They hope to meet again. It is but hope — not surety — Yet its uplifting power Dispels at length the shadow, And gilds the parting hour. Ah! who can sound the current Of all that hidden life The vessel onward beareth, With joy and sorrow rife? When roseate morn is flushing ■ The waves with ruby light, And thoughts of home are rushing Like sea-birds' swiftest flight, — When Night her star-gemmed mantle Spreads o'er the traveller's rest, Of what home thoughts and longing Are heart and mind possessed! 72 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Perchance the young wife's eyelids, Now closed in lasting sleep, Flash upward to his yearning, And make his pulses leap. And then on memory's tablet His daughters' forms arise. The soul of the buried mother Looks through the childish eyes. Her gentle tones are vibrant In their young voices clear. "Bring me yourself, dear father," Comes to his listening ear. The pleasant voyage is over; The steamer touches land. Her starry flag is floating Above a foreign strand. As one by one he gathers Mementoes she will prize, MARION'S REPLY 73 He thinks of Marion's asking, The light within her eyes. Hope paints the look of pleasure With which his gifts she'll view, When he shall say, "Here, darling, Am I, and keepsakes too." Clear, westward breezes swelling. The boat has left the strand; And through glad hearts are thrilling Thoughts of their native land. The rose and pearl of morning, The sunset's crimson glow. Unfurl beyond the leaping waves, As swiftly on they go. "Ah! Mother Carey's chickens!" The burly sailors shout. The birds are skimming o'er the tide. "There's storm ahead, no doubt!" 74 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Too true; the skies are changing; The mists rise, chill and gray. Still on 'midst wind and tempest, The good ship makes her way. Among the foaming billows She tosses like a shell. "But courage!" cries the captain, "And all shall yet be well." The fog-bell gives its warning, While lightnings paint the sky; And thunder blends with rolling surge In awful minstrelsy. "The shores of Canada are near! Courage, my men! We'll strive, With every power of hand and brain, To save these souls alive ! " Cape Race they're nearly round, — What is that fearful shock? — MARION'S REPLY 75 The vessel's run aground! She's struck a hidden rock! And lips unused to praying Call unto God in fear; While souls that calmly trust Him, In silence feel Him near. Amid the dread and anguish Of that slow-fleeting hour, The loving child's low pleading Comes home with deepest power. "The Lord be praised! We're nearing Newfoundland; danger's past! — Now cease your weary pumping! — The shore is gained at last. Again embark, while safety Broods o'er the vessel's prow! The shores of bleak New England A Paradise seem now. 76 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The lights of Boston Harbor Shine out across her way. And with the next morn's breaking, She saileth up the bay! Home ! Home ! Ay, cast your anchor ! The very wharf seems golden : And doubly dear the faces In gladness now beholden. The father meets the shining Of love-lit eyes again; And in the young arms' twining Is compensated pain. And who shall say the child-prayer Was not around his way? A talisman from danger Guarding him night and day? Again: who says the child-thought Could not with angels' blend? MARION'S REPLY 77 The mother to her darling Her own prayer might not lend? For close they are around us, The souls who love us more Than when in mortal vesture They trod the earthly shore. WATCHING FOR A SAIL "Come," they are calling, "it is late!" Still on the shore I sit and wait. Watching for gleams of a distant sail. I wait till the blue waves ebbing flow; Till the sunset's golden clouds droop low, And the sea rocks in the moonlight pale, Watch for a coming sail. Thus waits the soul on life's wide shore, Watching its tide-waves evermore. Ever some precious freight they bear. Toward or from us, with ceaseless flow, Our joys and hope and purpose go: And, not less surely, pain and care — Love, only, anchors there. While thought, with snowy sail spread wide, 'Mid fancy's glistening foam will ride, 78 WATCHING FOR A SAIL 79 With hope's bright banner all unrolled; And retrospection's wave will flow O'er treasured scenes of long ago. Sea, by the wealth of memory's hold, Faint gleam thy pearls and gold! There's many a heart awaits with me Its loved ones coming o'er the sea, — The sea that many a hope doth hide. Oh, pity the souls who on life's dim shore Watch for the sail that cometh no more ! Folded beneath the glistening tide — Nay; moored on the other side! THE SNOW-BIRD One Christmas morn long years ago — (Woods, hills, and fields were white with snow) Down flew a birdling to my breast, And claimed it as her rightful nest. We gave her welcome, glad and true^ Love's language even birdie knew. And since that time our pleasant hearth In hours of sadness, hours of mirth, Has brighter, warmer, cheerier shone For little Snow-Bird all our own. We thought that she would always stay, And gladden all our homeward way. 80 THE SNOW-BIRD 81 But we forgot her folded wings, And only said, She sweetly sings. A fear, a dread, is wakened now; A shadow rests upon each brow. Her longing eyes still upward turn Where sunsets gleam and star-fires burn. Her spotless pinions seem half spread. Oh, must we say indeed, — She's fled? Father! we know beyond the skies Her lasting home in beauty lies. But ah! we fain would keep her yet. Till our own day of life shall set. May not her bright wing fold again? — Thou knowest! We would not complain. Yes: shield her from the arrow's flight! Spare her a lonely, cheerless night! 82 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And keep her pure from earthly stain, Albeit her safety cost our pain! Wide open stands the pearly gate. In faith and prayer Thy will we wait. A breath of healing, calm and still, May yet waft from Thy heavenly hill. But soon or late, when comes the day That Thou shalt call our bird away, Oh, let us catch, if waiting here. Thrilled by an earthly grief and fear, The radiance of her starry eyes, Their love-light, as she upward flies, And ere she settles in that nest, Hear her clear warble, — "It is best." And sometimes let her come again. To soothe our worn hearts' weary pain. And let the touch of her soft wing A holy benediction bring! SONG OF THE SNOW-SPIRIT Floating down, floating down From midnight height, In robe of white And gleaming crown, I come, the gray old earth to fold In spotless covering from the cold. Wrapped in her breast Her fruit and flower May safely rest. And wait their hour. Silent I come, but a harp I bring, And a gentle hand may wake its string. Loved voices fled Greet fancy's ear. And summer rills Are rippling clear. 83 84 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Ye welcome me whose hearts are springing, Through whose young dreams the bells are ringing; With household song, And laugh rung out. With skater's glee And coaster's shout. I lay my hand on the mother's brow; It gleams with a softer beauty now. Where children sleep My wing I spread. And fairy dreams Around them shed. To beds of pain I wend my way, With benison of peace, to lay On weary hearts That wait for rest, The healing sleep, Of all gifts best. A soft, stainless mantle I spread above The sleep of those who took with them but love : SONG OF THE SNOW-SPIRIT 85 Love whose quick root, Though lost the flower, Shall know again Its blossoming hour. To you with homes and hearth-fires bright, A thought of Christ I bring to-night. With an earnest hand I knock at your door; Love one another! Remember the poor! Fare ye well ! Ye shall see me again In the bending sheaves of ripened grain. Ye will know not me, But I shall be In heightened verdure, In flower and tree, In all that augments the farmer's store When harvest-home surrounds his door; 86 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And gliding like A little brook Into your hearts. Search every nook, To find a remnant of my song, If it, perchance, shall last so long. THE ROSE: A BALLAD "Laura, a birthday flower I bring, A rose of deepest red. Will you accept the offering?" A boyish lover said. The sky was blue, without a cloud, And earth was fair to see. The little birds sang sweet and loud; The brook hummed merrily. While Laura on the threshold stood, A girl of beauty rare, Just verging into womanhood, As yet untouched by care. With gentle grace she took the rose. Half earnest, half in jest, 87 88 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The brightest bud of all he chose — "See, Laura, this is best! "You'll wear it when the fete is gay To-night, for love of me?" She, laughing, turned her face away, And answered, "You shall see." She led the dance; and in her hair A rose of deepest red Gave answer to her lover's prayer; No other word was said. Three years have passed. The lad has sailed Afar across the wave; A seaman's life the one he chose, With hopeful soul and brave. And Laura sits in vine-clad porch, While swift her needle flies; The rose of love is on her cheek. Its glad light in her eyes. THE ROSE: A BALLAD 89 The owner of a mansion brown With all its well-kept land, And coupon bonds and banking shares, Came suing for her hand. "I cannot wear your ring," she said, "Your diamonds rich and rare. I cannot give you what you ask. To tell you is but fair. "Nay, urge me not." Her head bent low, Her curls her pink cheek sweeping. "My heart, if you indeed must know. Is in another's keeping." "I'll bring you gold, I'll bring you gems, And all that wealth can buy. A life of dainty leisure yours, Your humble servant I ! "Why let a fleeting, girlish dream Rob you of fortune fair? 90 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS What if that sailor lad returns? What can he with you share? " A lowly cottage home, forsooth ! And toil from day to day. With every penny counted close, To keep the wolf away ! " He pleaded long — in vain; and left, Amazed that she declined The honor of his hand and name. How could she be so blind ! While Laura sat with happy look, A pressed rose in her hand. "I would not give this flower," she said, "For all his gold and land!" Her faithful love had its reward. Her sailor came one day. And Laura, when for bridal crowned. Gave heart with hand away. THE ROSE: A BALLAD 91 When years on years had gathered fast. She sat, a gray-haired dame, Beside her hearth-fire with her Jo, And love was still the same. TRUST "Come out, my nestlings," the mother bird said, "And try your wings in the air. Come, taste the joy of a wild, free flight! The morning is sweet and fair." The birdie trusted her promise true, And tested his tiny wings. And lo, far off in the crystalline blue, Just listen, the song he sings! O friends, did we only trust the love, Than mother's more tender and true, Afar, all the mazes of doubt above. We'd sing on its golden heights too. 92 PATCHWORK Much I prize my garden Where moss-roses blow; Jessamine and violets, Lilies pure as snow, Crocus bright and daffodils By the fountain grow. Yet my winter garden Shows almost as fair; For my fancy grows it Into ilowering rare. Pleasant recollections Richly gathered there. Yes; it lies before you But a patchwork spread; While to me it opens Aisles that thought may tread, 93 94, ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And a dew-like blessing Seems upon it shed. See that dainty rose-bud' — ■ Snow-white circling round; There a tuft of daisies On a light pink ground; Here a purple heart' s-ease With a lily bound. These my own dear sisters Ever call to mind. They the gentle-hearted, Faithful, frank, and kind; Two here, and one in heaven, All in my heart, I find. Then a crimson star dropped On the soft dark brown Tells me of my mother, As she wore that gown. Dwells she now in glory. Wreathed with angel crown. PATCHWORK 95 Ah! well do I remember A merry Christmas night, When her gift to father, Made by her fingers white, Was that warm dressing-wrapper, Of gray and crimson bright. See that quaint old pattern. Where looks out a deer From a leafy covert! That brings grandma near, With her lips of kindness, And her brown eyes clear. Brown stripe and scarlet palm-leaf Alternating there, Show me dear old grandpa In his easy-chair; And the firelight flickers On his silver hair. Good-will and peace are written On that broad, calm brow; 96 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Tones of fervent blessing Breathe above me now; But — my tears are stealing, And they must not flow! Little checks — a pink and white. And a white and blue, Here a cherry, there a buff, Childhood bring to view, Many a scene recalling When these all were new. Here a dotted azure, There a climbing vine, — Girlhood's friend bends o'er me! Eyes of hazel shine : Marion, ever cherished, Lays her hand in mine. You know I met your brother First, in May morning's light. I wore that spray of ivy Upon the ground of white: \ PA TCHWORK 97 Part of my wedding outfit Were yonder patterns bright. There entwine red roses With forget-me-not; And the past discloses A sweet, tranquil spot, Where began our home-life In a vine-wreathed cot. Ah! those pretty cambrics Form a gladsome link; Baby's eyes are laughing From that dainty pink; Blues and buffs are telling More than I can think. Now, dear, you see my garden, A very precious thing! Amid its fragrant blossoms Love roves on memory's wing; And though outdoors it's snowing, Here I have always spring ! H A VALENTINE SENT TO A CHILD WITH A PAINTED CARD I SEND you, dear, A cranberry-vine. I hope you'll like My valentine. When autumn's frosts Touch field and hillj Sunshine and beauty Linger still. And when life's snows Come floating down, A brave, true soul Then wears its crown. THE PET DOVE It was a lovely summer day When Linda, in the woods at play, Found a young cushat-dove. With bruised wing he, trembling, lay On mossy bank beside her way. His meek eyes won her love. She gently raised him from the ground. And took him home; the hurt she bound,. And gave him watchful care. Ere long the injured wing was well; And he had learned her step to tell, Her place at table share. For he would on her shoulder light. And many a crumb and dainty bite She gave her gentle pet. 99 100 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS " Snowball " she named the pretty bird, And he would heed her lightest word, Nor did her care forget. And though he often flew away, He always came at close of day, Or just a while before; And tapping on the window pane, Would ask to be let in again, Or fly through vine-wreathed door. But sickness laid the bright head low. And anxious watchers come and go, Where silently she lies. The little dove flew round and round; His gentle friend could not be found. Nor hear his pleading cries. "Mother," she said, "please raise the sash, That I may feel the cool air dash Across my forehead — so." THE PET DOVE 101 The curtain fluttered in the breeze; The sunlight glistened through the trees; Swift wings waved to and fro. And with a low, soft, joyous note Rufiding the rainbow-tinted throat, He flew down to her breast; And brooding that kind heart above, Gave her back truly love for love, And thus she went to rest. Not the dread sleep the watchers thought, But one with healing influence fraught. With grateful heart of prayer, The mother sat beside the bed. And owned a twofold blessing shed — The Dove of Peace was there. A CHRISTMAS ROBIN It was Christmas Eve, and all around The snow lay white on the trees and ground. The sunset glowed like a sea of fire, Turning to gold the village spire. The church was open, and warm and bright. Through its colored windows shone the light. While dark-leaved holly and climbing vine Did every lamp and pillar entwine. An old man came slowly across the way. The church was the charge of Grandpa Grey. With lantern and keys he trudged along. And hummed as he went a Christmas song. A CHRISTMAS ROBIN 103 But he never noticed overhead A brown-coated birdie with breast so red. And the little robin, hungry and cold, Flew through the porch with the janitor old. There, sheltered and safe from every harm, He slept on the stair-rail, snug and warm. In the morning he spied the berries red. ''Here's a feast," he chirped, as his wings he spread. The chimes rang out, and the children came, With songs of praise to the Holiest Name ! Another glad carol burst overhead! It came from the robin with breast so red. In Merrie England this story was found, Where the redbreast robin stays all the year round. MY PETS Dear playmates of childhood, And in riper years, My friends and companions, In joy and 'mid tears, — What comfort in sorrow, What deep, faithful love, Sincere and unselfish, All interest above! And now that life's sunset Is glowing before. And my bark is fast nearing The wide golden shore. Not least 'mid the bright hopes That throng round my way, 104 MY PETS 105 And herald the dawning Of heaven's new day, Is the joy of yet meeting The dumb friends I love: That they have some part In the mansions above. That some gracious heaven Ingathers them all, Where they rove, free and happy, At least within call. It would hardly be heaven If they were not there. Who in loving communion My daily life share. They give generous service. True, faithful, and kind; And waiting to greet me, My pets may I find! A SEPTEMBER DAY The summer's scorching heat is past, And night-dews earlier fall, The sober, brown-clad toad chirps soft Beneath the wayside wall. "Cheep, cheep!" So like a little bird! The birds are taking wing; But all say not good-by as yet, To come again with spring. The little brown birds still are round, To pick up crumbs or grain. We watch them gathering for their flight Afar o'er land and main. We watch them with perchance a thought Of Him whose constant care 1 06 A SEPTEMBER DAY 107 Guideth alike the planet's course And bird-wing in mid-air. A thought of love that crowns the year With its fair harvest-home, And spreads its benison of joy Where'er our feet may roam. What lavish beauty nestles close In every quivering leaf, In every ear of tasselled corn, In every bending sheaf ! The bloom of peach and grape and pear, The gold of ripening grain. The mist-wreaths in, blue distance fair, O'er river, hill, and plain. The busy squirrel's harvest-home. The rabbit's moss-grown nest; The star-like aster in the grass. The cardinal's red breast. 108 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The forest green, not yet reclothed In all its glory strange; Wafting on spicy breath the word, Not death, — but only change ! The rough, gray rocks, the pebbly shore, Whereon the surf is cast; The sea — its crested, shining waves. Its diapason vast! All these are gathered round thy way, And bless thy day of birth. The morning's light hath shown to thee A fair and crowned earth. And like that earth thy life hath borne A fruitage rich and sweet: And homes await with lightened hearts The coming of thy feet. For song of bird and bloom of fruit, And gold of autumn's grain, A SEPTEMBER DAY And breath of hidden, wayside flowers, Thy presence brings again. Even when the silent angel comes, His touch is only kind: The well-spring of immortal youth Is in thy heart and mind. 109 JOHN A FOOTFALL hushcd — and a starry sky! A mother's pain — and a baby's cry! It touched her heart with a wondrous joy. She looked on the face of her infant boy, And called him John! Silent she lay, with a blessed rest Brooding, dove-like, o'er the sheltering breast, Where the little one nestled, and drew his life. While her thoughts with dreams of his future were rife. Her baby John! He shall bear his grandfather's honored name, And win, like him, good fortune and fame. She tries to look through the coming years. All glowing with hope, unshadowed by fears, For little John! JOHN 111 Ah, yes! But the angels came one day, And hovered o'er where the baby lay. In tender arms they bore him afarj And lo! on his forehead shone a star. Sweet baby John! It might have been; but we cannot be sure. For hydra-headed temptation may lure Our loved ones' feet from the pleasant ways; Or sorrow and pain may darken their days. Not so with John ! To health redundant, immortal youth, The range of a world whose name is Truth, A tireless frame and clear-seeing eyes, A buoyant hope and a glad surprise, Has wakened John! Safe and sheltered in angel care, He has grown to youth and manhood where The gems of knowledge lie broadcast still. And no frailty hinders the eager will. Be glad for John ! 112 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Half a century's passed since the day They laid the baby form away, Beneath the grasses and blooming rose. What to him doth heaven disclose? lis guest is John ! Well may I believe that a brother's eyes Look oft, even now, where my life-path lies; That his hand is beckoning the upward slope, Where wait steadfast love and boundless hope, For me, with John ! I shall pass, in God's time, the pearly gates. Who is this strong, bright angel that waits, With cordial welcome of voice and eyes? Not least 'mid heaven's joy and surprise, My brother John ! Mine is the path that toils o'er the hill: His, like the flight of a bird singing still. True, in the Father's sight both ways are blest; Yet his is the easier, speedier quest. Safe home is John! JOHN 113 Then call not bitter or dark the day When the baby boy seemed to flit away. Immortal life so easily won! Through the door of eternal joy passed on My brother John! A BIRTHDAY SONNET TO REV. S. D. R. 72D Birthday If grateful thoughts a blessing bring, To gild the homeward way, As we thy hand in friendship hold, Such thoughts are thine to-day. Thy years have gathered pearls and gold That cannot waste away. Along their shining, upward slope, Scattered for others' need. The pearls of fitly-spoken truth, The gold of kindest deed. Like fairy pearls and fairy gold, Return to thee a thousand-fold. And weave for thee a fadeless crown. That glows the brighter as life's sun goes down. 114 INASMUCH A LITTLE homeless, orphaned child Lies cradled on my breast; And in the shining of her eyes I know a holier Guest! Her tiny hand knocked at my heart With power not all its own; And when I gave her home and love, She entered not alone. Dear Lord, I thank Thee who hast given This precious faith to me, That who receiveth one of these, In truth receiveth Thee! And sure of Thine abiding, Lord, As that I live to-day, "5 116 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS I take Thy gift, I trust Thy word, And go my quiet way. And Thou dost prove that word of cheer In every day and hour. Thy comfort and Thy peace have come, Thy Spirit's living power. Though frail my hand and will and life, Thou, Thou art by my side ! I leave the far result with Thee, And in Thy shadow hide. . A BIRTHDAY WISH What shall I ask for thee, Annie, — A birthday wish for thee — That thy life may flow on ever Like a rippling summer sea; That flowers entwine thy forehead, Yet never wound thee a thorn, And length of days bear with it The gladness of childhood's morn? This cannot be, I know, Annie, No life is wholly free. Sorrow hath touched thee already : More may yet fall to thee. But whatever be thy lot, dear. The griefs and joys that come Like angel hands shall meet thee. And lead to the Father's home. 117 118 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS In the land beyond the river Are the flowers of fadeless bloom; There, with no cloud of parting, Love hath its lasting home. But this life is all illumined With such hope set before: And thou at last shalt anchor Safe on the Golden Shore! ROBIN REDBREAST I SAT by my table writing, But my heart was heavy as lead. I could put no joy or spirit Into a word that I said. Afar across the ocean Was the friend I loved the best; And the longing for that dear presence Grew stronger, while unconfessed. And a child's sweet face beside me Seemed pictured, living and fair; But her grave is o'ergrown with daisies, And my heart' s-ease is planted there. I pushed away the paper, And laid aside the pen. 119 120 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS "It is no use this morning," I said; "I'll try again." . Then spake my little handmaiden, With red eyes and heaving breast: "I've had a message from home, ma'am, And I am sore distressed. "My mother, I fear me, is sick, ma'am; Can you spare me a little while? Indeed and I will be quick, ma'am!" She waited; she caught a smile. "Yes, go, Kate!" — Away like a lapwing She sped through the village street. I set about clearing the table, And making my parlor neat. And with scarce a thought of the doing — From habit rather than will — I stood at the door with my bread-tray. And scattered the crumbs o'er the sill. ROBIN REDBREAST 121 For comradeship sweet I am holding With many a feathery guest; And a robin redbreast, beholding, Flew down from a neighboring nest. Another and then another, A wren and a yellow-breast too; While an oriole perched on the rose-bush, And watched to see if it would do. The oriole was a newcomer; The rest had been there before; And soon I had quite a party Gathering the crumbs round the door. And then the dear little robin Gratefully stayed on the sill, When his friends had all departed, Singing with cordial good-will. It seemed to bring me a message, A word of comfort and cheer. 122 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The song that the redbreast robin Warbled so loud and clear. And my heart was not so heavy, The day was not so long For the tiny bird in the doorway, Singing his merry song. THE REFUSAL The lights from the Father's House shine out, And radiate far on the wintry way. A welcome that banishes fear and doubt Awaiting us, every one, to-day. It is cold without, and dark and lone. I scarce can find a path for my feet. The road is rough, and with briars o'ergrown. Oh friends long lost, shall we ever meet? Weak and half famished, I wander on — Oh yes, I know there are food and cheer. Shelter and warmth, and light and love. In the Father's House, so strong, so near. But that House is ancient, do you not see? Countless the feet that have trod its floor. 123 12+ ALOHA AND OriiER POEMS And where would my freedom of thought then be, If content to enter its pearly door! The larger life awaits me outside, — Freedom to rove at my own sweet will ! True, there are dangers of storm and tide, Of beetling crags, and streams dark and chill. I might trust, and trusting might enter in; Shielded forever and saved and blessed. In the life where duty is crowned with love, And cheerful ministry one with rest. But the faith of Christ is an olden one: The path He led is narrow and worn. So come, my brothers, across the waste. And rejoice in wandering, poor and forlorn. "Why will ye die?" — Lo, the call rings out From many a turret, window, and door ! The Father's House is safe, warm, and bright: But better the desolate, dreary moor! THANKSGIVING MORNING "An extra measure," the farmer said, As he mixed his horses' feed; "An extra measure of oats and corn For Tom and Charlie and Tweed! "Another forkful of hay rake down To Brindle and Mottle and Flossy; A dipper of scalded meal all round; And don't neglect the bossy! "Throw plenty of corn to the chickens, John, And let the roof-pigeons come too. At dinner-time. Tabby, you and your kits Shall have meat and pudding and stew." "Bow-wow!" — "Why, Trusty, my good old dog, Think I had forgotten you? 125 126 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS There's a slice of raw beef on the pantry shelf! — With turkey bones, won't that do?" The farmer smiled, but he sighed as well, "It's little enough," said he, "That I can do for these humble friends That every day serve me. "But I'll try as I may to bless their lives; I'll give them kindness and care; And I'll not deny, when my table's spread. To all a Thanksgiving share." There was right good cheer in the farmer's house, And happy the family life; For the man who is kind to beast and bird Will be kind to children and wife. THANKSGIVING Up from the east the golden sun Speeds his exultant way, Parts the rose-curtains of the dawn, And brings a festal day. The day our children gather round. Our absent ones come home, And household bands are knit again And feet forget to roam. And as our homeward way grows short, As rounds our harvest-year, We cull the blessings of the past, Look forward without fear. Yet, Father, it were little worth If at such times alone 127 128 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The grateful song from church and hearth Wing upward to Thy throne. But as the sign and tender grace Of constant gratitude, The soul that knows Thy hiding-place Will find it sweet and good. This day, with its abounding cheer Round our own fire and board, We scarce can choose but help and bless The needy of our Lord ! Where'er is spread the brooding wing Of sickness, pain, or grief, Let heart and hand and voice be swift To minister relief! May daily life more helpful grow, From selfish aims set free. Thy gift unmeasured still bestow, A likeness unto Thee ! THANKSGIVING 129 And grant us so to live that when These glad days Thou hast given Shall all be past, they still shall leave The harvest-home of heaven! K HARVEST-HOME We bless Thy hand, O God, in all The wide-spread harvest yield, The loving kindness that has crowned Our garden and our field. We bless Thee for our sheltered homes, With their affection true; With all their wealth of social joy, And scope Thy work to do. For all that tends to spirit growth And larger liberty; Anoints our eyes to clearer sight, And holds us nearer Thee ! For all that makes Thy comfort dear. That brings us strength and grace; 130 HAR VES T-HOME 131 And aids us e'en through clouds to see The shining of Thy face ! We bless Thee for the tiny feet That walk beside us here; For childhood's merry music sweet, Its trust that knows no fear. And for the little ones who stayed Within our homes awhile; And left with us the angel-grace Of parting word and smile. Not for our pain — our breaking hearts — O God ! we cannot bring Our thanks for these : but over all The shadow of Thy wing ! Thou hast not left our souls alone; In ways unknown, unsought, Thy love sustaining power hath shown, Its nameless comfort brought. 132 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS That they have lived, we thank Thee, Lord! That they are still our own; And thin the veil that hides from us The glory round them thrown, — The glory of Thy gift and grace. That now, with clasping hand, We walk within, and see Thy face. And need not understand. That not afar doth lie their home. Nor ever change their love ! Our Father's mansions hold us all, Though seeming to remove. Thanks for our sweet home-gathering, Lord! Our cup that runneth o'er! For the communion of Thy saints. We bless Thee even more. We bless Thee for our faith and hope. The promise Thou hast given; HAR VES r-HOME 133 And for the glorious harvest-home That waits for us in heaven! For Him who came that home to point, To lead the living way, — The Child in Bethlehem's manger born. We thank Thee most to-day. A GUEST A LITTLE bird lights at thy door; One that has been there before. Waiting all the livelong day, Tapping gently, hear her say, " Prithee, prithee, let me come To thy heart and to thy home." Not a bird of brilliant dyes. Clarion song, or rainbow eyes; But a quiet, brown-clad thing, With no wild, far-soaring wing; And the place she liketh best Is her nestling in thy breast. Yet one treasure can she bring In the shelter of her wing, — A brighter bird, with joyous note Bursting from his tiny throat; 134 A GUEST 135 Golden-plumed and starry-eyed, Ever happiest at thy side. Do not turn thy bird away, Though she sings an humble lay. For her flight may not be long: Brief, at best, will be her song. Bright the spirit-land awaits; But before she pass its gates, She would sing to thee awhile. And with love's low notes beguile Hours of weariness and pain; Through the sunshine, through the rain. Ever singing at thy side. Prithee let her there abide! Well, it seemed a foolish song. Long ago — oh, very long ! But if now that bird should come, She would find my heart her home. 136 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Little cared I then: but now What I've lost I sadly Jcnow. Would she hover near my door — But she seeketh me no more. Cold and stern I turned away; Nevermore again she'll say, "Prithee, prithee, let me come To thy heart and to thy home." Nothing I can do or say Now can change my lonely way. She has parted with her trust: All went with it — it is just! She will build her nest no more In the shadow of my door. Pure and free her flight, though lone; Never can I call my own Love that waited long, and bore Cruel heedlessness of yore. Yes, she waited long for me; Now she is forever free. A GOLDEN WEDDING "Yes, John, it will be fifty years When comes next Tuesday night, Since we here in this very room Our faithful troth did plight. "And happy years they've truly been, Although beset by care; Though some sad hours have entered in, And grief has had its share. "For we have loved each other, John, Through all life's shine and shade; And now we're journeying to the land Whose flowers shall never fade. "The young folks want a party, John, Our Golden Wedding night. 137 138 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS They say they will arrange it all, And dress us both just right. "I'd rather wear my cashmere brown, And cap with ribbon blue; Just have the children all come home — But, John, what shall we do?" The old man turned: the moonlight lay Full on his silver hair. As closer to her side he drew His comfortable chair, "We'll let the children have their way With dance and feast and song; With Chinese lanterns in the trees. And band and merry throng. "But we will take bay Charlie, dear. And the old easy 'shay'; And in the woods, beside the lake. We'll have our quiet day. A GOLDEN WEDDING 139 "We'll take a basket well supplied, With bottled coffee clear, And rolls and chicken, fruit and cake, And have our picnic cheer. "We'll loose old Charlie from the shafts; And from the harness free. He'll crop the grass, drink from the brook, And rest 'neath the oak tree. "The birds will sing amid the boughs. The sweet June breezes blow. And we'll be girl and boy again. Through the old paths we'll go. "And thus — just you and I — we'll keep Our Golden Wedding day. The young folks like a party rush : But — it is not our 7vav." SWAMPSCOTT BAY Twinkle the lights on Swampscott Bay; Quiet the ships at anchor ride. The sunset banners of parting day Are mirrored back in the rising tide. The coast of Nahant is clear to-night; No mist obscures the Swallows' Cave; On the Swampscott shore, its windows alight, Stands the Lincoln, named for the just and brave. Red glow the cliffs on Fisherman's Beach, Where the blue waves, rolling, toss the spray, White as a Naiad's veil, o'er their feet, Rising and falling in mimic play. Egg Rock seems castled 'mid the surf; Bright gleams its beacon-sign of cheer. 140 SWAMPSCOTT BAY 141 While sweet through gathering twilight falls A chime of bells on the listening ear. wondrous beauty that never tires! Of sea and shore, of rock and spray! With a keen regret I leave you all, But only to come another day. The winter storms are near at hand; My home and many interests call. But summer will clothe anew the earth; And white-capped waves on the beach will fall. Again I shall traverse the sun-lit shore, If I longer stay on the earthly side. But e'en if my life-bark soon crosses o'er The rippling crest of that other tide, 1 shall come again in the spirit form. And look on the beauty of wood and sea. It is but good-night — not forever farewell — The word is deep thou hast brought to me. ANSWERED You say she never loved you: It may be that is true. She loved a fair ideal, And dreamed*that it was you. Lit by her girlish fancy, It seemed to wear your face; But years brought disillusion! Ah, what a fall from grace! Too late her eyes were opened; Her hopes afar are flown. Her rosy dream is vanished. For bread you gave a stone. Stripped of its thin disguises, Your life has brought its proof. 142 ANSWERED 143 She has seen the cruel horns; She has seen the cloven hoof. And you — you have cast from you A love too pure and true To link itself with baseness. Ah, no J she loved not you. LOOKING TOWARDS JERUSALEM In Babylon a captive Defied the royal will; With windows open towards his home, Jerusalem's fair hill, Knelt daily in communion To own the King of kings: And felt 'mid greatest peril The shadowing of His wings. It failed not of fruition, That faith so clear and strong. "My God hath sent His angel," Rang his triumphant song, "And held the savage lions, That they no harm have done. 144 LOOKING TOWARDS JERUSALEM 145 Safe are Thy children in Thy might, O Everlasting One ! " So may we, let and hindered By many a cross and care, Like captives in a foreign land, Link daily life with prayer. Throw open wide the windows That God hath given the soul, And hallow earthly sojourn With heavenly love's control. Who look out on the needy, With heart and hand of cheer, Find their own burden lightened, Their own sky grown more clear. Who look beyond earth's trouble. On where the pearl gates shine, Will see the shadows lessen, And water turn to wine. L 146 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The buds of hope are bursting On every green-leaved bough; And heaven, in its beginning, Is with us here and now. Temptation's power is loosened, Swept by that purer air; And daily duty glorified, And lightened every care. Unto the New Jerusalem We fain would lift our eyes; And in the shining of her heights Read the old prophecies. With every breeze there blendeth Some sign or gracious word; And every outlook tendeth Straight unto Thee, our Lord! The window that is nearest We do not always see; LOOKING TOWARDS JERUSALEM 147 But leave its blind's mute closing Between our souls and Thee! We might draw back the curtain With hand that faith hath nerved; And see in raptured vision The glory that's reserved. The faces of our loved ones Beyond that open door; And all our longing silence Be vocal evermore. They walk with Thee in whiteness, In joy yet unconceived. We miss a world of comfort: We have but half believed. Among Thy many mansions They find their fitting place; Still close enough for hand-clasp, Did we take heart of grace. 148 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The blessing of communion We might have now and here; Their life and ours in union; What seems so far, most near. And yet amid the shadows We sit and idly grieve, — ■ The while there waiteth for us More than our fancies weave Around our future heaven; And, sure as thai shall be, He hath the life immortal, Who hath Thy Christ and Thee! CROWNED Another foot the golden stair hath pressed: Another soul hath entered into rest. "So strange it is," short-sighted mortals say, " Such useful lives should have so brief a day ! " Yes, it were passing strange, if earth were all The field of their blessed mission, and the call To "Come up higher," meant to lay aside Love's holy deeds, like boats just stranded at low tide. But not thus see the angels or their Lord, And every Providence fulfils His gracious word. The life whose seed-time here was beautiful and bright, To full fruition springs in heaven's refulgent light; Still holds in deepest love and tenderest thought its own; And o'er the old home-haunts its benisdin is thrown. 149 OUR LILY A YOUNG, fair flower, a lily bright, Within our home, Spread her pure petals to the light In fragrant bloom. We nursed and watched, and hour by hour Fresh beauty grew. With sunshine's kiss and baptism Of heaven's dew. One morning came an angel-guest Our threshold o'er. And with our lily on his breast Passed from the door. Our passionate tears, our pleading wild, They had no might. 150 OUR LILY 151 He raised his hand, and, pitying, smiled; Then took his flight. Though even faith can hardly say That it is well, We yet may see it when again With her we dwell. What might have been we may not know If she had stayed. Perchance this earth had kept for her Less light than shade. Forever safe from storm and blight, Our cherished flower Unfolds her petals pearly white In heaven's bower. Our mission here with gladsome hope Let us fulfil: Then find her, even lovelier grown, Our lily still! TILL HE COME! Till He come! The distant future Golden with His promise gleams. Care and pain and grief shall vanish Like the vanishing of dreams. Chance and change shall cease from troubling, Throw no shadow on our rest; Love our every joy redoubling, In that country of the blessed! Till He come! With such a guerdon, Well may we be patient here; Faithful in our daily duty, Bearing even pain with cheer. If we part, it is a moment; Meet we there forevermore ! Frail our bark, but sure our Pilot, Guiding to the shining shore. 152 TILL HE COME! 153 Till He come! Dear Lord, forgive us That sometimes we know Thee not! That we dream Thy blessed presence Bound by any hour or spot! Look we forward to life's closing While Thou walkest by our side; Though Thou standest in our doorway At the hush of eventide. Thou art here! In every bird-note, Every stir of leaf and flower, Every smile our loved ones give us, Lies the hiding of Thy power! Every chance to do a kindness Opens wide Thy pearly gate; While we, longing, but in blindness, Idly for Thy coming wait. Till He come! O soul, be watchful! Reach out hands of help and cheer! Through a life of loving service, Lo, the Master draweth near! 154 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Thou shalt find Him waiting, blessing, Crowned with grace and clad with might, 'Mid the shadows of the valley As the shining of the height! THE IVY PROMISE A friend's dear gift, an ivy vine Round my bay-window to entwine, Adorns it as it were a shrine. A tiny slip when planted there; Now a full vine, and green and fair, Upspringing into light and air. When longing for a vanished look, A voice more sweet than bird or brook, I sit alone in quiet nook. It seems to bear a word of cheer. For through the winter, cold and drear. It kept a thought of spring-time near. It flourishes amid decay: And by its verdure seems to say, Rejoice! There cometh a new day! 15s 156 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS E'en though the grave may hide the face, The eyes of light, the form of grace, That made thine arms its resting-place, — And though thy heart will grieve indeed, And to thine hour of bitter need. No comfort come through form or creed, — Yet trust alone the tender care That guides the tiniest wing in air! Believing, pray: and live thy prayer. In daily duty nobly met, In kindness shown, thy life shall yet Be to some hidden music set. The tiny plant of hope shall grow, Though how or where thou mayst not know; An angel-presence with thee go. The little child, so sweet, so dear, As truly thine as ever here, Is not estranged by loftier sphere. THE IVY PROMISE 157 She dwells with angels. Yes, but they Will never lead her heart astray. As erst she loved, she loves to-day. Some blessed Easter morn shall rise, When to thy faith-anointed eyes Thine own shall come — a rare surprise ! Not till the hour when earth is past, Shalt wait for this, — although at last God gives a conscious joy more vast, — But now and here thy life shall be One with the life so dear to thee, That blossoms in eternity. MANIFEST Not in the wind or rocking earth, Nor in the scorching fire; But in the quiet of the hearth, Come Thou, our souls' Desire ! Speak with the voice the prophet heard. With strength and comfort fraught. Let our uplifted lives declare The beauty of Thy thought! Those lives Thy love shall consecrate With kindest deeds abloom; Thy truth set free, Thy hope inspire, Thy peace dispel their gloom. Not with the pomp of heraldry, But silent and alone, 158 MANIFEST 159 In daily miracle of grace Thou comest to Thine own. They shall not cry, Lo, here ! Lo, there ! Thy witness is within: And home and mart give ample scope For victory over sin. Thy sweetest incense is the trust That finds in Thee its rest: And cheerful, loving ministries The prayers that please Thee best. No bonds of creed or ritual hold The soul Thou makest free. The secret of Thy love abides With those who follow Thee ! No prying eye, no careless hand Can reach that hidden shrine. Where souls, communing with their Lord, Have seen His face to shine. TARRY NOT!i O MY soul, He doth not tarry: Thou dost but mistake His ways. Day and night His blessings carry; Bird and seraph hymn His praise. O my heart, so slow to trust Him Recognize Him where He stands ! Thou art waiting, doubting, looking For the wound-prints in His hands, — While the spirit of His glory All thy life might flood with grace: While thou mayst sleep in His shadow, And on waking see His face ! *"Thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God! ' i6o THE PATIENCE OF HOPE Thou mayst not limit to a day The prayers that from thy need arise. Trust with thy Lord the time and way: His answer may be thy surprise. But when His purpose is made known, And when the door wide open stands, With heart sure stayed on Him alone, Rouse to the action life demands. Not idly sitting in the sun Brings promised blessing from above; But cheerful, daily duty done. All in His strength and for His love. For Jacob's ladder, round by round. Rises from earth to meet the sky. M i6i 162 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS There angels, as of old, are found. And we must climb who cannot fly. You, more than all, whose souls are let Into the mother's joy and pain. Who grieve because you see not yet The waving of the ripening grain, Take heart! No effort shall be lost. God sends back no unanswered prayer. The seed you sow at bitter cost Hath love's fruition, here or there. You may not bind the harvest sheaves; You may not sing the harvest song. But while your heart in Him believes, His time is sure — if short or long. Your wearied hands may folded lie — Closed be your eyelids to all tears — Ere in the lives to yours most nigh, The growing grace of Christ appears. THE PATIENCE OF HOPE 163 Yet, calm in trust, with patience wait: And Patience is no sad-faced guest; No beggar crouching at the gate. She comes, of royal gifts possessed. Her eyes' clear light from heaven is caught. Her silent feet with peace are shod. Her robes of white are angel-wrought. She bears the benison of God. O faithful mothers, all is well! Lift your worn faces to the light! Though in the shadow yet you dwell, The morning breaks upon the height! THE PEARL OF PRICE Thine is the golden summer light On lake and shore that lies ! Thanks for this wide-spread beauty, Lord! More for anointed eyes! That look to Thee through all Thy gifts, And find Thee everywhere : The faith that makes our gladness praise, Our daily work a prayer. That sees in flower and bird and shell A message heaven-sent; That meets Christ by the wayside well, And takes the gift He meant. The faith that makes the lowliest life Some ray of glory wear: 164 THE PEARL OF PRICE 165 And reads Thy signs of Fatherhood In all things sweet and fair. Whose subtle alchemy transmutes Our bitterest grief and pain; And shows us in Thy crucible No ore is fused in vain. That keeps our parted ones still ours: Illumines all life's page: And grasps the future's glorious hope, A present heritage ! QUESTIONING "Tell me, mother, tell the story Of the Christ-Child's holy birth; Of the shepherds and the singing; How the angels came to earth." Thus he pleaded, little Jamie, Lying on his couch of pain; Pleaded for the sweet old story To be told to him again. For the tiny feet were hasting To the land of fadeless flowers; And the fevered form was wasting; Life was counted by its hours. So she tried to tell the story — Could not tell it as of old — Q UES TIONING 167 For as truth of God's own teaching It had lost its gracious hold. She had learned to call it legend, Full of poetry and shine : This had robbed it of its glory, Shorn it of its power divine. ''Why, oh why so different, mother?" Cries the boy with saddened air. "You have told of star and manger, But — the Christ-Child is not there!" "What have I?" — the mother questioned, Silent in her bitter grief. "What have I to give him comfort? Would I had the old belief! "Would those theories so subtle Never yet had crossed my way! Darksome doubt at least had waited Till my boy had lived his day ! 168 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS " If the Bible be but human, Full of mythologic lore, What can bless my child and strengthen, Nearing now some other shore? "Once I thought that shore was heaven. But what certainty have I? Thought I had a living Saviour, Ever gracious, ever nigh. " But if Christ were only human. Only saintly Joseph's son, Fancy-woven tales surround Him, Nor His cross our peace have won, — " Not a living, mighty Presence, But a hallowed memory dear, — What is left of faith triumphant, That life's darkest hour could cheer? "Now my boy is going from me, Slipping surely, fast, away. QUESTIONING 169 Through this sorrow, closing round me, I can see no gleam of day. "Though they say that God doth love me, And will comfort and uphold, Is there any God above me? — Only human lips have told. "No, I cannot, cannot rest me In the shelter of His love. For the cruel question haunts me — /r there any God above? "Was it thus my sainted mother Through the Vale of Shadow trod? She believed — was it illusion? — With her walked the Son of God! " Lost my Bible, lost my Saviour, Drifting far on life's wild main, Would I had your anchor, mother! Would I were a child again ! " CONTENT You talk about the faith that's new, And labyrinths of modern thought; But leave, oh, leave a faith to me, Simple as that which Jesus taught; Old as the shores of Galilee, Far-reaching as eternity! That faith has been the staff and stay Of better lives than yours or mine; Has walked with Christ from day to day. And seen His face, transfigured, shine: While kneeling on the mount of prayer, Has felt it blessed to be there. That faith has nerved the shrinking will To tread a thorny way alone; Made suffering hearts forget their ill In quiet deeds of kindness shown; 170 CONTENT 171 And seen heaven's kindling stars arise Above the path of sacrifice. That faith has kept its loved ones near, Though they o'er Jordan's stream have crossed; And found them only grown more dear — Their presence, oh, how far from lost ! And, sure in heaven again to meet, Holds here and now communion sweet. That faith can clasp a Saviour's hand. Through all life's changes, dark or bright, And sees the Vale of Shadow stand Illumined in its holy light. Ask not to change, for broken reeds. The faith that answers all my needs. THE WELL As when of old the Son of God Sat by Samaria's well, Whose crystal waters symbolized The truth He came to tell, One in His Spirit and His Name, We gather here to-day; And thirsting for a living spring, Lord, give to us, we pray. To us He saith, as said He then, "If thou my gift dost know. Give to the thirsty, and thy cup From me shall overflow." He sits beside our wayside well; He stands within our door. Forgive us that not always. Lord, We know thee in Thy poor! 172 A BAND-OF-MERCY HYMN "And now I lay me down to sleep," The little children say, And He whose love their souls doth keep, Who hears them when they pray, Round bird and child and angel throws The mantle of His care. The hand that sunset's glory shows Hath made the lily fair. In the same love that seraphs know, The robin in her nest. And field-mouse in her dwelling low, Sweetly and safely rest. On leaf and flower and blade of grass His dews fall gently down. 173 174 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS His happy creatures' grateful praise Entwines His dearest crown. And when, by kindness we have done, Those lives may happier be, Our feeble hands, dear Lord, have won Some fellowship with Thee! A GERMAN LEGEND "Now, mother dear, Bend down your ear Close, close to me. And I will tell What me befell While in the forest, gathering twigs for thee. "Adown the glade, In white arrayed, A child drew nigh; All wondrous fair. With shining hair. Rose lips, and eyes blue as our summer sky. " Fain would he share And help me bear My burden home. 175 176 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Then sped away, Nor could I say Whither he went, or whence as swift had come. "The forest way I took to-day. Nor far did roam. This perfume-fraught Red rose he brought, And said, 'When this shall bloom, again I'll come.' "Now, mother dear, Bring water clear, And fill my vase. Then while I sleep. Please will you keep The bud beside me? — Yes, that is the place. "You only thought Dream-fancies wrought On me last night. A GERMAN LEGEND 177 But proves this flower My waking hour. Wait yet one moment ere you take the light. "Now closer fold me; Longer hold me; Again, Good-night ! " — When morning broke, The mother woke. The Rose flowered full: the Child lay still and white. N HOPE "NIL DESPERANDUM " There may be cause for sorrow: There is none for despair, Child of a loving Father, Who makes thy life His care ! The way seems dark before thee, But hold fast by His hand. The clouds that gather o'er thee By heaven's bright bow are spanned. Thou mayst meet strong temptation: But He is stronger still. His grace for thee sufhceth. Seek but to do His will. The seed while in the garner No fruit can ever yield; 178 HOPE 179 But hidden in earth's furrow Shall crown the golden field. Though pain and grief oppress thee, And hope sometimes seems vain, Yet all that may distress thee. Shall prove outweighed by gain. The glory of thy sunset Is fading fast away. Yes; but the morning cometh. It heralds a new day ! Thine earthly hope may vanish; But hide it in God's care — There may be cause for sorrow: There is none for despair. LIGHT AT EVENING It shall be light at evening-time, It shall be light. A transient cloud obscures thy sky, But is not night. It shall be glad at evening-time, It shall be glad. The passing years bear from thy life All that is sad. It shall be free at evening-time. It shall be free. Thy conflicts with besetting sin Shall ended be. It shall be sweet at evening-time, It shall be sweet: 1 80 LIGHT AT EVENING 181 Long-vanished faces drawing near, Thy steps to greet. It shall be blessed at evening-time, It shall be blessed: For thou shalt meet and know thy Lord, And in Him rest. A promise shall be evening-time! From its rapt height, The pearl gates open to the land Where all is light. SUSAN FENIMORE COOPER With reverent hand we bind, and on her casket lay The sheaf of ripened wheat, meet emblem for to-day. The gifted daughter of a gifted sire ! Her books gave dear delight by lamp and fire. When threescore years crowned her with silver hair, She did not say, "Now let me rest; I've done." Her broad, protecting love drew little children in, And built a fair, bright home to save from want and sin. Now "inasmuch" is shining on her brow, A greater glory than her pen hath won! A sweet good-night, for long life nobly given, God's silent angel kissed her, and she slept. But who shall dream the rapture for her kept, When she awoke to the New Year of heaven! Jan. 2, 1895. 182 THE HELPER Amid the scenes of every day, Sunlight and shadow of life's way, Lest heart forget or footsteps stray. Dear Lord, our helper be ! When pleasure wings the hours along, And lips are wreathed with smile and song, Oh, let not earth do heaven wrong. But, Lord, our helper be! From duty if we fain would turn, And our dim eyes alone discern A painful cross which must be borne, Then, Lord, our helper be ! Should cares and toils around us press. Give faith to cheer and love to bless, 18.^ 184 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The manna in the wilderness, — Thus, Lord, our helper be ! When to that baptism none may shun, Who with Thee would be truly one. Our feet go down, Thy will be done. And, Lord, our helper be ! Through joy and pain, through shade and light, Lead our souls onward to the height Of duty one with love's delight: Thus, Lord, our helper be! And when earth's changes all are past. And Thy veiled angel's touch at last Seals from all grief our eyelids fast, Then, Lord, our helper be ! REST Still she lies; On her eyes Breathless slumber brooding: Wreathed brow Touched not now By pain or grief's intruding^ Calmly pressed On her breast Hands that well life's work have done. That so brief Is our grief, But her perfect rest is won. Lightly tread! She's not dead, Only in her beauty sleeping: 185 186 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And in heaven Waking's given. Angels round her watch are keeping. Snows are falling; Winds are calling, As deep calleth unto deep. Lightly tread ! She's not dead. Let her with her baby sleep. Lay her down, With her crown And her folded robe, below Covering Like the wing Of a sea-bird — spotless snow. COMMUNION Lord, meet Thy children gathered here, A Saviour's feast to share! We fain would touch Thy garment's hem In faith's adoring prayer. We bless Thee that our feet are turned To tread Thy paths of light! The Presence not by flesh discerned Dawns on our spirits' sight. No angry Judge, but tender Friend, Transfigured to us here; Through varied links of joy and pain One purpose runneth clear. And we in Thy communion sweet With all our loved unite; 187 188 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Though some have reached the Shining Shore, And walk with Thee in white. We bless Thee for the changeless love Deep dwelling in our hearts, That only shall the brighter glow When earthly life departs: And for the hope, the glorious hope, That wings our toilsome hours, To find but just across the stream Our dear ones still are ours ! From bondage unto sin and death Thy truth hath set us free. No doubt disturbs, no fear molests The soul that dwells in Thee ! SHADOW AND LIGHT In her young innocence lay down The child that slumbered on thy breast. She rose, to take her harp and crown Among the blest. And if thy soul a cross must bear, With roses shall it be entwined. They who a Saviour's suffering share, His joy shall find. Yet not amid the tempest's roar. We seek the treasures of the deep; But find them scattered on the shore When billows sleep. Poor heart, by mighty sorrow rift. Thy cherished one God asks of thee. 190 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Thou knowest not now: we cannot lift The veil for thee. But thou shalt know; mayst now be sure Whose name is Love can do no wrong. The hand that led thy darling home Will make thee strong. 'Twas morning; but thou knowest not What bitter cup she might have drained, If till the weary noontide hour Had she remained. Pain, grief, temptation, might have pressed, Like mountain torrents, on her way. Life's care and change were hers at best: It passed away. Hereafter, when unveiled to see Thy guardian angel's form of grace. Thine eyes' rapt gaze may give to thee Thy daughter's face. SHAD IV AND LIGHT 191 Though dark the night, and rough the way, It will not be too hard, too long; It endeth in the perfect day And angel throng. There shalt thou find her, and shalt own That wisest Love permits the grief Which all in secret binds for souls A golden sheaf. IN THE VALLEY Lord of the hills Thou art, we own! O foolish hearts, slow to believe That Thou dost rule the vales as well, And never wilt Thy children leave. We praise Thee when to overflow Our cup of blessing Thou hast poured. But what if lamp and fire burn low, And scanty spread our shelf and board? We keep Thy words, perchance, when smooth And fair before us duty lies. What if temptation's thorns beset. And Thou dost ask self-sacrifice? We trust Thee when our sun shines bright On verdant uplands, waters still. 192 IN THE VALLEY 193 But in the depths of sorrow's night, Can we look past the transient ill, And trust the love that far above All cloud and storm, of wind or wave, Its tender guardianship will prove, And to the uttermost will save.-* And when our path leads gently down, — The vale of shadow drawing near, — With reverent thought, but hopeful love. Can we pass on without a fear? Assured that just beyond arise The everlasting hills of light. Where Thou art by glad worship crowned. Thine is the valley, Thine the height! o THE NATIVITY Child in Bethlehem virgin-born, Welcome we Thy natal morn. In a manger lowly laid, Thou whose word the heavens made! Swaddling bands enwrap Thy form, Thou whose way is in the storm ! See the infant Saviour crowned. Bow in adoration round! Bring your richest tribute here, — Gold and frankincense and myrrh. All are scarce an offering meet, Scattered at the God-Child's feet. Bring a benison more rare: Cast upon Him all your care. Think ye not His mother's love Gold and gems soared far above, 194 THE NATIVITY 195 Counting them as meaner things Than the shadow of her wings? Sweetest incense is the faith Counting sure all things He saith: And He deemeth far more dear Than myrrh, the hope that passeth fear. Bring ye these with song and prayer, And His meek acceptance share. A COMMUNION HYMN Be Thy presence with us, Saviour, While we take this bread and wine, With a grateful, tender reverence. As its gracious sign ! Let us come in faith, O Saviour! We the branches, Thou the vine: Faith, through every clinging tendril, Link our lives with Thine ! Let us come in hope, O Saviour! Hope that rests its all in Thee : Looking through earth's shine and shadow, Unto what shall be. Let us know the consecration Of a purpose deep and strong: 196 A COMMUNION HYMN 197 Of a life filled with Thy Spirit, Be it short or long. In the joy of Thy redemption Let us keep the feast divine. More than all, with love, O Saviour! Love that answers Thine ! THE WISH Fair rose the home that crowned the hill, Where flowed the river, calm and still. The breeze and sunlight played between Bright leaves of crimson, gold, and green. Bees hummed J birds warbled; field and wood Seemed all to whisper, "Very good!" Yet would a music far more sweet Than sound of bird or waters greet The ear attuned to household mirth: A bright-eyed baby there had birth, — A mother's star of hope, her flower. The sunshine of her life's brief hour. THE WISH 199 Only a few bright months had flown Since she a mother's joy had known. They laid her down in dreamless rest, With pure white lilies on her breast. Her husband turned with heavy heart, To bear in life an earnest part, While love, that deep through suffering grew, Around his child its tendrils threw. His sister nursed the little one; Her loving care and gentle tone Were mother-like; and baby Floy Soon hailed her coming step with joy, And clung to her in rest or play. While grandame thought her in the way. "I wish the house sometimes were still: I do declare, it suits me ill X^ 200 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Here, at my age, to have a child Now crying, then in play as wild As ever titmouse on the wing. Oh dear! I wish she wouldn't sing. "I've raised one family," said she, "And that is quite enough for me." She had her wish! There came a day That angels bore the child away. No broken playthings strewed the floor. No need to guard the open door. No small feet pattered on the stair. Or hourly wants required a care. Her words came back with bitter thrill; For, ah! the home was all too still! ABSENT Father in heaven, to Thee alone The burden of my life is known — Its height and depth of pain. I see not through the way I go. Only Thy guiding hand I know, Thy love that can sustain. And that which seemeth dark and sad, Is verging towards the bright and glad, In Thine own better land. And though grief may not pass away While amid earthly scenes I stay, As waves roll from the strand, Yet this I know, that whatso'er The years that lie between may bear, Of shadow or of light, — In life's last hour of deep revealing. Thy white-robed angel comes with healing, And proves love's wakened might. GRANDMA'S PICNIC "Where is your mother, dearie?" The lady's voice was low. " Oh, mamma is very busy, There's so much cooking to do. The folks are coming to-morrow To Grandma's picnic, you know." For the little feet were roving In childhood's enchanted land. She knew not of death or parting: She could only understand That Grandma's friends were gathered, A cheery, social band. A child's mistake; yet lay hidden A comforting thought within; Here sighs a burial anthem — There swells an angel-hymn! And to the love-feast of heaven, Grandma hath entered in! 202 COMFORTED Suffering closed my eyes from seeing Beauty in the world around, Chained my feet and robbed my fingers; Even thought was caged and bound. And it seemed to be forever; That life's sands were well-nigh run; And a soul was swiftly tending To the land^ beyond the sun. But the burden is gone from me; I have still a part in life; And for me with wondrous meaning Lo, the universe is rife ! Once again the light beholden, Hills and woods in glory wrapped, 203 204 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS And the harvest, gleaming, golden, Autumn, crowned, again has lapped. Vanished, like a dream at morning. All the restlessness and grief; As of old the sick and troubled Found the Saviour's touch relief! Thus Thy hand, Lord, on me resting, Rolled the weight off heart and brain; And Thy voice, with mighty mandate, Exorcised the demon Pain! Though I could not in my suffering Even call upon Thy name. Thou wast with me — well I knew it — Who art evermore the same ! That felt Presence, no word needing. Held me in its strong embrace. While the earth seemed fast receding, Lord, I looked upon Thy face ! COMFORTED 205 Yes, that face of all most human, Tenderest unto suffering bent: Most divine, and glory-circled, God and Man forever blent! In the waters Thou art with me: Through the fire Thou walkest too! Can I ever doubt Thy loving? I have proved it, fast and true. Love nor pain nor death can weaken, Love no power of earth enthrall: Sin and sorrow flee before it — Love redemptive, conquering all! Soon or late Thy call may reach me; But whene'er it seemeth near, Quiet lies my soul in waiting, Shadowed by no doubt or fear. In the light and in the darkness Thou art with me to sustain; 206 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS As the sea of old was parted, Bearing through the depths of pain. Thou art all my trust in living: And I come with glad accord Unto Thee when life is failing, Rock of Ages, Christ my Lord! A CHILD'S QUESTION 1 The lessons all were done; The children on their way To comfortable homes, Their supper and their play. A little colored boy, One of the village school, Had sorely chidden been For breaking some small rule. Amid the stern reproof That smote the childish heart, "Little black scoundrel," stung With keenest, bitterest smart. The merry children sought, And presently espied, 1 A fact. 207 208 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Crouching upon the ground, Close to the river-side, The little colored boy, Scrubbing his face and hands; Trying, to change their hue, Water and river-sands. But quickly finding out That all in vain he tried, " Will NOTHING wash it off?" The lad, despairing, cried. O God, that childish voice Blent with a people's wail! And though Thou tarriest long, Thy promise shall not fail. Not in the dusky skin Lies deepest hid the stain; But in the human souls Where Prejudice hath lain. A CHILD'S QUESTION 209 Yet o'er the hills ariseth The light of a new day! And in the good time coming Shall character bear sway. The fair or dark complexion Will place no limit where The mental powers of races Shall education share. We who are named disciples Of Him who maketh free, O Africa, long-suffering. Have yet to learn of thee ! When the Desire of Nations Hath brought His kingdom in, And thou art crowned with gladness, May He forgive our sin! p EMANCIPATION Sound the Te Deum t Lo, the day The ages hoped and waited for, While yet its promise seemed the ray Of morning's dawn, far, far before, Has broken now ! The dusky brow And eyes that long Have wept for wrong Are lifted to the radiant skies. A nation's anthem shall arise, — Gloria in excelsis! The Ararat of Liberty, Spanned with the promise-bow of heaven, Stands 'mid Rebellion's stormy sea, The only foothold God hath given. The story old Again is told. 2IO EMANCIPATION 211 O'er swelling tides Our ship safe rides; And anchored by that sun-lit height, Her free flag waves in morning light. Gloria in excelsis! "Why criest thou to Me? Go on!" To Israel's leader came the word, When to the Red Sea's brink pursued, He sought the counsel of the Lord. On either side Now slavery's pride And northern fear Their dark walls rear. But through their midst Thy freedmen go, And shout deliverance from the foe Gloria in excelsis! In Babylon the king of old Demanded daily worship paid To image wrought of beaten gold. Its counterpart this age hath made. 212 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS Disunion's fire Burned seven times higher; The Son of God Walked clothed and shod; A sooty slave led through the flame, And lo! the thing a man became! Gloria in excelsis! In shivered links now lies the chain Where in his pride the oppressor stood; And dawns upon our night of pain The morning of man's brotherhood! That God is just, And patient trust Truer than fear, The opening year Writeth in characters of fire: And vibrates hopes ^olian lyre — Gloria in excelsis! Feb. 2, 1865. THE KEARSARGE For thirty years she bore our flag afar; Routed the foe that menaced every star: And when, in her proud beauty, swift death came, She met it bravely as she met the rest. Better than slow decay or crumbling wear, Better than stranded in the gruesome dock, E'en the fierce crash on Roncador's grim rock. The good old ship lies 'neath the shining wave; For such a brave life's close most fitting grave. But brighter shining in the roll of fame. And linked with all our dearest and our best Of home and country saved forevermore. Stands now, and for all time, her glorious name, — Kearsarge ! 213 LONG ISLAND SOUND Midnight and silence, and the blue expanse Of rolling waters crested white with foam! Our boat sweeps onward like a thing of life, And bears me toward my children and my home. My home so lovely in its restful green, Crowned with the beauty of wood, hill, and river; This pearly moonlight drifting through the elms Whose shimmering leaves now in the night-wind quiver. My boys! My bright, brave boys, for whom I hope So much, and wait; and shall not wait in vain; My little girl — my dark-eyed baby girl! I soon shall have them in my arms again. Sheltered my children all in His kind care Who holds the waters in His mighty hand! 214 LONG ISLAND SOUND 215 In whom I rest, secure in that great Love, Alike by day and night, on sea and land. ■ And as our boat glides on her tranquil way, While all around her shines this glorious light, Father, with prayer no words can ever say, I lift my heart and soul to Thee to-night! Thine be adoring thought, and grateful, trusting love. Ours be Thy guidance o'er life's changeful tide! Till rock and quicksand passed, and storm outrode. We're safely anchored on the farther side. That farther side, that unknown, shining shore ! Thou who hast made this earth and sky and sea So wondrous fair, a joy forevermore. What can — dear Lord, what must Thy heaven be ! SUNSET I HAD not thought the time would ever come, That I should walk with Thee, Quietly day by day, no cloud of doubt Between Thy love and me. That I should wake and find Thee by my side With every morning's light j And feel the tender brooding of Thy wing With every gathering night. What is Thy mercy. Lord, that Thou dost lift The light of Thy dear face Thus, thus on me, that whereso'er may drift This life of time and space, The power and peace of Thine encircling love My spirit frees from thrall; 216 SUNSET 217 And storm or shine, and rough or flowery path Lead to thee, one and all ! Not in a moment hath Thy presence shone. The twinkling of an eye; But silent, gentle as the rising dawn, The Dayspring from on high! Not lighter seem the sins of vanished years, That erst had weighed me down; But royally hath Thy forgiveness come, With robe and ring and crown. I could not ravel out life's tangled web: I laid it in Thy hand; Like a tired child, that asks but to be led, Nor cares to understand. My sorrow hath not left me : nevermore Can earth be what has been. But I shall find, safe in Thy mercy's store All that I love again. 218 ALOHA AND OTHER POEMS The Father's house! Only another room Is mine a little while; So near that even now I walk amid The glory of their smile. Redeeming Lord ! Thy sure, transcendant love Pervades life's utmost bound And more than mother, lover, child, and friend. My heart in thee hath found. Alway sufficient is Thy tender grace: Thy truth hath made me strong. Thy loving-kindness round me all the day, And in the night a song. The path leads homeward. Whether dark or bright, I cast on Thee my care : Assured at evening-time it shall be light, And THOU art everywhere ! I shall not lose Thee! Long or short my way, I lay my hand in Thine : And through the sunset tints of parting day, I see the pearl gates shine !